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One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

Even though he trusted his wife, Baili Junyi was looking at the two of them with a serious expression on his face. He gathered the energy in his palm, ready to strike at any moment if he found anything amiss.

The melody played by Shen Ninghua was a lot calmer. It was clear and cold, not estranged, not fawning, not acting alone or drifting with the flow, and it gave off an air of its own. It was not considered grand and majestic, but it was definitely not narrow-minded.

Prince An's eyes flashed, full of smiles. Shen Ninghua's zither music had been completely suppressed. If she were to retreat and be disrupted in her rhythm, she would definitely be defeated. At that time, Baili Junyi would just have to guard a fool for the rest of his life.

Hundred Miles panicked, and lost control of his internal energy. If it weren't for the fact that Shen Ninghua's face was calm and composed, and that he didn't feel the slightest bit pressured, he would have slapped Shen Ningyi long ago. So what if his wife was lacking a strand of hair? He would make sure to take her life with all his heart!

Everyone's emotions were completely controlled by the zither music. The two people within the zither music also had their own experiences.

Shen Ninghua could feel the tyrannical aura of the opposite party, like a surging wave that would shock the heavens and destroy the earth as soon as it was released.

As for the heartless musician, he was even worse off. He had once encountered someone who played the melody with determination, but never once had he felt that he was unstoppable, unbreakable, unbreakable, and unbreakable.

Her zither music was particularly dull, but even though it had no special characteristics, it was like water flowing everywhere, causing his mind to be in turmoil and unable to calm down.

Shen Ninghua's fingers fiddled with the zither strings as he recalled her past with Baili Junyi. When they first met at the bottom of the valley, she had fought with him with her heart on guard, and after that, they worked together without any grudges, and in the end, they made a promise to keep each other, and now that they were both together, she walked over step by step, experienced a lot, and also abandoned a lot, but fortunately he was still with her along the way. Now that he thought about it, he no longer had any regrets.

He could only feel the zither music coming from Shen Ninghua suddenly change. The music became more ethereal and indifferent. That feeling of sadness and joy was firmly pressing down on his head. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make her waver in the slightest.

If that's the case, then I'm sorry. As he thought of this, the zither music in his hands suddenly changed. The sound became much softer, but it drilled into the heart like a thin thread. He wouldn't stop until he dug out all the secrets in one's heart.

Prince An closed his eyes, forcing himself not to listen. He had long since seen the innermost methods, so he naturally knew how to guard against this.

However, Bu Tingxiao and Bu Jinglan were not so lucky.

At this moment, Bu Tinghe's expression was lax and hatred gradually arose in his eyes like a thick fog. He stared fixedly at Shen Ninghua, who was playing the zither, and could not wait to devour his flesh and blood.

However, Bu Jinglan's face was constantly warped. His expression was sometimes dark and charming while sometimes innocent. The two faces were constantly changing and looked extremely warped.

Even Hundred Miles of Blue and Zhao Hui Ying, who were the furthest away, were affected.

Prince An's chest hurt, and he could feel his blood roiling in his chest. He opened his eyes and looked at the heart in shock. What was going on? His zither music was not this demonic before, could it be that he was concealing himself in the past?

A frown appeared on Shen Ninghua's forehead. Her pair of clear, cold, black eyes suddenly turned to look at the musician. Her pitch-black pupils were like the stars, yet carried a heavy pressure.

He could only see with his heart that her chest seemed to have been struck by something. She vomited a mouthful of blood, and her zither music was also forcefully cut off.

Shen Ninghua retracted her gaze, but her hands didn't stop moving. She played a song about 'Yang Spring Melody', the zither notes filled with vitality causing everyone to unconsciously smile, as if the spring wind and sunlight were blowing in their faces, instantly suppressing the dark side that had just been swept away by the music.

The zither music stopped. Shen Ninghua's ten fingers feebly rested on the zither strings, keeping the ending melody completely in place. She raised her eyes to look at the heartfelt musician. "You've lost."

An inch of his heart was resting on the zither, and his chest was stained with blood. It was so red that it was shocking. "Why?"

Poems, songs, music, calligraphy, painting, they are all about the state of Tao Ye. You are investigating the highest realm of the zither music, but the more you investigate it, the more biased it becomes. You actually study it to evoke the darkness in the heart of others.

He raised his head and his clear eyes gradually lit up like two dried up wells.

He couldn't help but smile when he saw Baili Junyi staring at him. If it weren't for Baili Junyi, she would probably have walked down a different path like an entertaining musician. In the end, she would have been like a dead tree, empty and lifeless.

Prince An abruptly stood up and quickly walked to the side of the infuriated Shen Ninghua. He then furiously looked at Shen Ninghua and said, "Princess Zhaohua, it's fine if you play the zither. Why do you want to kill me?"

Shen Ninghua turned her head, ridicule evident in her eyes, "The innermost musician's body was already in ruins. Didn't Prince An force me to compete with him? "Don't put everything on someone else, think about yourself first."

Prince An's eyes were as sharp as swords as he opened his mouth to reprimand him. Heartless grabbed his hand and started to cough violently, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, "Prince An … I've lost. "

He struggled to stand up and bowed deeply towards Shen Ninghua. "Thank you for your guidance, Princess Zhao Hua." After he finished speaking, he suddenly fainted.

Prince An hastened to support him. With a dark expression, he said, "Your majesty, let's find a place for the inconsiderate musicians to rest for the time being." If it's convenient, then please find two imperial physicians to take a look for him. After all, his reputation amongst the commoners is great. "

He must have heard of the melody before and he knew its effects, yet he insisted on competing with Xiao Hua. It seemed that his heart could be destroyed, if not for Xiao Hua having a sense of propriety, how many people would still have their hearts calm down right now?

"Yes, let's ask Chen Yuan to take a look." Although he wished that he could drag her out and kill her immediately, he couldn't act rashly right now.

Bu Tinghe's face was filled with worry, "Isn't Princess Guanghua's medical skills excellent? Why don't we ask for your help?"

Shen Ninghua suddenly frowned and looked over. "Princess Wen He, before long, you will be married to the Third Emperor. It's best for you to study more about etiquette. No matter what my identity is, what's the point of me giving a diagnosis to a man alone?" Is this how men and women of Great Yue State are not afraid of each other? "

Bu Tinghe's face suddenly turned green. She knew that her words just now were extremely taboo, but just now, her thoughts had been distracted by the melody of the entertainer. Especially after her hatred towards Shen Ninghua had been mixed together, she was unable to control her emotions, "I'm just saying, if you want to see her die, then it's fine."

"Princess Wen He is cautious. An inattentive musician doesn't have much time left. Furthermore, in his current state, he has already seen through life and death. You don't need to worry about him."

"I'm not worrying about him at all. I'm just discussing the matter."

"What do you want to say is your problem, don't involve this princess!" Shen Ninghua's voice was strict, yet the aura around her was cold and noble, causing one to involuntarily shrink back, not daring to have the slightest intention of offending her.

Bu Tinghe's face turned from green to red. Suddenly, she clutched her stomach and wailed, "Ah, my stomach hurts! Father, save me …"

Prince An no longer cared about being a musician. He quickly walked to Bu Tinghe's side and asked, "Tinghe, what's wrong?"

The Third Prince also anxiously stood up and quickly ran over: "What's wrong, could it be that something is going to happen? Imperial Physician, Imperial Physician has come to take a look. "

Chen Chui hurried over and reached for her pulse. His face changed dramatically. "This..."

The third prince looked irritable. "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Chen Ying frowned deeply as he said to Baili Qingfeng, "Reporting to Your Majesty, this humble subject is taking Princess Wen He's pulse. I feel that her pulse is restless, and her vital energy and blood are at a disadvantage. This child is probably preterm." Moreover, even if he was born, he probably wouldn't be able to live for long. He didn't say these words. After all, this child was of royal bloodline. He couldn't help but curse when he said them.

"Preterm birth? This child is only eight months old. " Baili Qingfeng's expression turned ugly, "Men, prepare the palace and announce the arrival of the new mama."

Seven months of premature delivery is possible, but eight months is dangerous.

Prince An's face darkened completely. He was currently filled with regret. How could he forget about his daughter just to embarrass Shen Ninghua? If he didn't play heartlessly, Bu Tinghe wouldn't have been born prematurely!

This child was someone who had high hopes for him. If something were to happen, wouldn't their plan be a wasted effort?

Bu Ting was in so much pain that she could not stand up anymore. She tightly held onto the Third Prince's sleeve, "Your Highness, save our child. Ah, I'm in so much pain."

Originally, she and Bu Jinglan had agreed that if there was anything wrong with this child, they would find a child from the Great Yue State to replace him. Who would have thought that she was born prematurely, moreover, she was born prematurely in the palace.

Bu Tinghe's heart was filled with hatred as his thoughts quickly turned.

She didn't tell Bu Jinglan and Prince An that they thought the child was extremely healthy, but in reality, she had sought out quite a few imperial physicians and told them that the child was extremely dangerous. Even if the child wasn't stillborn, it would still be difficult to raise.

Since that was the case, he might as well make use of the child in the end. He didn't waste the chance to be reborn into his own body.

If he put this child's death onto Shen Ninghua's, even if he couldn't kill her, he could at least skin her alive!

Thinking of this, she fiercely turned to Shen Ninghua and said, "Princess Zhao Hua, you have the auspicious sign on your body and you even know how to cure. I beg you, please save the child in my womb."

Cold light flashed across Shen Ninghua's eyes. She was dragging him into the water. Judging from Chen Jun's expression, this child was most likely born dead. When that happens, how could Prince An and Third Prince just let it go?

Bu Ting was in a cold sweat from the pain, but her eyes were exceptionally bright. There was a faint hint of insanity in her gaze, "Shen Ninghua, you're dead for sure this time!"