Before Feng Jiuer even got close to the courtyard, she heard the sound of the piano, which was leisurely, sweet, and continuous.
Her pretty crescent eyebrows frowned slightly, and her steps speeded up unconsciously.
Walking into the courtyard, the sound of the piano became clearer and clearer, and sure enough, the person playing the piano was inside.
It was obviously a piece she had never heard before, but for some reason, Feng Jiuer felt a bit familiar.
Familiar? Her eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously. Why did she feel familiar? Didn't I say it before and never heard it before?
No matter if you have heard of it or not, since you like it and it sounds beautiful, Feng Jiuer will definitely not miss it.
"Is it him?" Feng Jiuer just turned into a corner and looked ahead and stopped.
No wonder she likes this piece of music so much, it turns out it's really him.
Feng Jiuer frowned. She really didn't know what was wrong with her. He was playing the piano, so she was sure that she would like it? What the hell?
In the courtyard, she was dressed in plain white clothes, which looked particularly dazzling under the moonlight.
It seems that as long as he is around, everything around him becomes eclipsed. Such a stunning person can really be said to be rare in the world.
Zhan Qingcheng sat in front of the stone table with an antique piano in front of him.
His well-articulated fingers danced lightly on the strings. They looked casual, but they produced a heavenly sound. It was incredible!
He is tall and slender, his facial features are extremely beautiful, and his skin is fair and translucent, making even women feel inferior to him!
At some point, Feng Jiuer had already sat down next to Zhan Qingcheng.
Looking at his beautiful but frozen face and listening to the sweet music, she didn't react for a while.
It was not that Zhan Qingcheng didn't know she was coming, but he was still playing the piano and was not affected at all.
This man is really a monster, as beautiful as the best in the world, no! It should be said that the best of the best is like a defective product in front of him.
The most disgusting thing is that not only is he one of the most beautiful men she has ever seen, he can even play such beautiful music just by touching the piano.
God, it's really unfair! How can you pity someone so much?
When her eyes fell on the ten fingers dancing on the strings, Feng Jiuer sighed again, tusk... This man, don't be too perfect!
Feng Jiuer held her cheek, blinked her bright eyes, and looked at the stunning man next to her, as if she was a little fangirl.
It’s been a long time since I went to a concert, and I feel really nostalgic.
By the way, what’s the point of the concert?
Pink lips murmured slightly, Feng Jiuer ignored it, fluttered her curved eyelashes a few times, and closed her eyes.
His infuriatingly handsome face disappeared from her sight, but a tall figure appeared in her mind.
In the night, a figure in white clothes stood on the edge of the cliff, his long black hair blown by the breeze.
Everything is beautiful and peaceful, like a beautiful picture.
But for some reason, Feng Jiuer frowned when the long and lingering sound of the piano reached his ears, and a sadness gradually filled his heart.
Who is he? Why is he standing there alone? Why does he feel so lonely?
Feng Jiuer really wanted to call him, but she didn't know what to call him.
I don't know how long it took, but the man seemed to feel her presence and looked back.
So beautiful! So beautiful! He was so beautiful that she couldn't express it in words, so beautiful that she couldn't breathe.
Unexpectedly, when Feng Jiuer took a clear look at the handsome face in front of her, she not only felt sad, but even had a sore nose.
Why did his deep eyes feel so familiar to her? No! Not only were they familiar, she was even sure that they knew each other.
In my mind, scenes gradually emerged.
Standing aloof, he looked down at her for a while, then suddenly bent down and picked her up.
He looked at her fondly and said, "If someone bullies you in the future, you can tell him that your background is very tough."
Whenever she feels desperate, he will appear in front of her like a god.
He is very domineering and will have a dark face from time to time, but when he smiles, you will find that the whole world changes color.
Thinking of all this, the girl holding her cheek showed bursts of joy on her face.
As soon as the scene changed, the world seemed to be shaking.
In his sight, his face became paler and paler, until finally, even the slightest bit of blood disappeared. For her, he even risked his life...
"Uncle Nine Emperors." The frightened Feng Jiuer suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed his strong arm.
Looking up at the increasingly clear face in front of her, Feng Jiuer's breathing became more and more rapid.
Uncle Nine Emperors? Why did she call him Uncle Nine Emperors?
Feng Jiuer knew very well that she had been calling Uncle Nine Emperors in her dream. Could it be that the Uncle Nine Emperors she called was him?
"Uncle Nine Emperors." She fanned her fan-like eyelashes and tried to shout again.
At this moment, calling him Uncle Nine Emperors felt so natural and not far-fetched at all.
Is he really the Nine Emperors Uncle in her dream?
Their eyes met, Zhan Qingcheng still had no expression on his face, only his breath had changed a bit.
The breeze blew by, and her long hair fell on her little hand holding his arm.
Zhan Qingcheng stretched out his other palm and gently rubbed Feng Jiuer's head.
"Girl."
His voice was a little hoarse, and he was suppressing something, which made him sound a little uncomfortable.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath, looked down at the back of her hand, paused, and let him go.
Before she could think of what to say, her eyes returned to his handsome face again.
Her heart was beating very fast. Although Feng Jiuer was still looking at Zhan Qingcheng, her body unconsciously stepped back.
The round stone bench in the yard was not big, and as soon as she moved back, her body was empty.
Still thinking about things in her mind, Feng Jiuer was not prepared at all, and her body sank instantly.
"ah."
Before the clear cry could be fully uttered, a warm palm fell on her waist.
Feng Jiuer looked at the handsome face that slowly enlarged and was stunned again.
Feeling something was wrong, she looked down and realized that she was actually sitting on his lap, and he was holding her like a child.
After coughing slightly, Feng Jiuer reacted and pushed him, sliding down his lap.
"that……"
How tall is this man? When she was standing and talking to him who was sitting down, she had to raise her head.
She is a royal princess. Why does Mao think it is normal to look up to him like this?
When everyone sees her on weekdays, don't they kneel all over the floor? Of course, except for special people like Jianyi.
But now, when she stood next to the Nine Emperors Uncle and looked up into his deep eyes, she felt no sense of disobedience at all.
Uncle Nine Emperors? Feng Jiuer was startled by her thoughts. Did she already believe that he was the Uncle Nine Emperors she called in her dream?
