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Yunnan Fei even had Zhan Xiaolou give the restaurant a name. After thinking for a while, he blurted out two words.

Ascension.

At this moment, Zhan Xiaolou still didn't know what kind of bloody scene would occur at the Immortal Cultivation Gym …

The day before the fifteenth day of the first month, someone from the palace came to summon Lou Cheng into the palace. Although he didn't say it explicitly, Zhan Xiaolou naturally knew that it was about the First Prince.

Judging by the time, if the First Prince was pregnant, his pulse would be clear by now.

Last time when he was in the carriage, he had hurriedly said goodbye to Feng Yushu. When he saw Feng Yushu at that time, he was already extremely thin, and Zhan Xiaolou could tell that he was worried about something. He was actually worried so much that a young man who hadn't left the pavilion would think of all sorts of things to torture him.

Zhan Xiaolou felt some pity for Feng Yushu. If he could see him again, he would take his pulse and see just what had happened to him.

At noon, the horse carriage entered the palace.

After entering the palace, someone directly brought Zhan Xiaolou to a palace in the imperial garden and made Zhan Xiaolou wait for Feng Yuqian.

In the entire hall, apart from some of the court people who lowered their heads and stood still in their positions, there was only Zhan Xiaolou left.

Zhan Xiaolou drank a cup of tea to warm her body. She didn't know when the First Prince, Feng Yuqi, had arrived. She was starting to get impatient.

At this moment, an extremely melodious sound of playing the zither entered Zhan Xiaolou's ears.

The sound of the zither was soft and melodious, melodious and long. However, it carried an indescribable sadness. After listening for a long time, one would feel sorrowful …

Zhan Xiaolou unconsciously stood up and walked toward the sound of the zither.

Walking out of the palace, he took two or three turns in the imperial garden, passing by a few fake mountains, and finally met the person playing the zither under an extremely gorgeous and brilliant Chinese plum tree.

The thin winter sun enveloped the white-clothed man with his long hair. The plum blossoms floating above his head fell onto his shoulders, his zither, his slightly wrinkled eyebrows, his melancholy eyes, and his exquisite cherry lips.

Zhan Xiaolou stepped closer and closer to Feng Yushu. His clothes were extremely thin and the clothes on his chest were a bit messy. His slender and delicate collarbones could captivate a person's soul.

Only when he got closer and thinner than the last time they met did he realize that he had started drinking. The faint aroma of a wintersweet mixed with the wine, coupled with the breathtaking beauty in front of him, had caused Zhan Xiaolou to instantly enter into a trance.

Feng Yiming lowered his head to stroke the zither strings, completely unaware that Zhan Xiaolou was already standing by his side.

Recently, Feng Yushu had been depressed. He was always playing alone in his bedroom. Naturally, he saw it himself. He knew that Zhan Xiaolou didn't like him, so he told the empress …

Today was also the day that the empress had asked him to play music for her at noon, so Feng Yushu naturally did not dare to decline. Today, it was the empress's request that he would play music for her at noon, so Feng Yushu naturally did not dare to refuse.

When the last zither music finished, Feng Yushan didn't even have time to retract the emotion he had just revealed because he was playing the zither, when applause suddenly rang out from beside him.

"I didn't expect the Ninth Prince's zither skill to be so outstanding. Today, I was lucky to hear about it. It's my good fortune."

Zhan Xiaotao sincerely praised them.

Feng Yushu, however, acted as if he was facing a great enemy as he abruptly stood up from his stool. He didn't even see Zhan Xiaolou's face clearly and only heard her voice as he instinctively turned to run.

Unexpectedly, her feet panicked as the corner of her clothes fell to the ground and her body staggered. If it weren't for Zhan Xiaolou's quick hands and support, Feng Yushu's beautiful face would have been kissed by the earth.