Chapter 69： My pain, would you care? (5)

069 My pain, would you care? (5)

He walked over and held her hand. "You are hurt, let me come."

Distraught, as soon as he looked up, he saw the gentle pity of his eyes, unlike the gentle mask that he would never see through on a weekday. She froze slightly and smiled slightly: "No! There is a difference in the sound of the piano between men and women."

In front of the curtain, Linger said politely, "Miss Sun, it's your turn!"

Sun Yali's piano sounds are melodious and pleasant, such as flowing water, making people feel more comfortable. Sure enough, the technique is proficient, but it is a pity that there is a lack of inner peace and indifference. Although it sounds moving, it is not enough.

And the melodious harp sounds simple, vast, and stunned, as if on the top of a high mountain, suddenly open-minded, enthusiastic and passionate. But when we are about to reach the peak, we gradually regain the momentum, always giving people a feeling that they cannot fully enjoy themselves.

High mountains and flowing water, flowing water and high mountains, the sound of the two's piano sounds indistinguishable, each with its own advantages and disadvantages. But the real master is sure to hear it. One will do everything, one will have reservations.

The people in the Temple of Guanhe looked different, with astonishment, doubt, admiration, and a few who didn't understand the sound of the piano.

A woman with good piano skills said, "I can't think of a little niece with Princess Rongle Chang who practiced her piano. Haven't the piano skills of Princess Rong Lechang reached the peak?"

Another woman said, "Listen to the short passage she just played!"

A woman who was very dissatisfied with Sun Yali's previous stealing of the limelight said: "Ms. Sun thought she was the best in the art of piano skills. Princess, I can't think of it ... but to humiliate myself! Hum! Seeing her so arrogant in the future! "

"Hehe ..." A group of women covered her mouth and made a low laugh.

Sun Yali bit her lip and returned to her seat, her face red and white. In this battle of piano skills, who wins or loses, she knows better than anyone.

Starting from the bamboo forest of Dongjiao Inn, Fu Zhao knew that she must have extraordinary piano skills, but unexpectedly, a woman like her could pop up such a magnificent momentum, although she deliberately controlled at a certain height and did not exert her strength. It was enough to shock him. Maybe she had hopes for the future, she had ambitious ambitions, but she was exhausted by the world, she had gone through all the vicissitudes of life, and she remained calm and indifferent.

A wave of dark dinner finally ended in the sound of the piano, but Li Wang and the Prince of the Wind have not yet decided on the concubine's candidate, and everything has to continue.

Fu Tzu and Man Yan came to the dormitory arranged for them, called the Royal Doctor to see a doctor, and prescribed a prescription. Fu Tzu insisted to bandage her wounds in person. Leaning on the bedside tiredly, squinting his eyes gently, and when the mind was relaxed, the pain became clearer and clearer.

Linger asked puzzledly, "Master, I don't understand. You obviously can beat Sun Yali, but why ..."

"Why do I deliberately control her to the same level as her?" Manxi slowly opened his eyes, followed by a sentence, but didn't say anything.

She can win over Sun Yali, making a woman who doesn't know the height of the earth can lose a lot, but she can't let the emperor lose the stage. As long as it stays between Bo Zhong, it is a victory over Sun Yali, and it will not let the Emperor Lin lose his face in front of the Dustwind nation. It is indeed not easy to grasp the difference between them, and it is even more difficult than doing it with full force. What's more, a niece's revision is placed there. If it is too much, it means that there is a difference.

Fu Zhao's eyes were so deep that he fell on her, both admiration and tenderness. He put a thin quilt on her and said, "It's a victory! It's a victory!"

Victory, whoever knows, who knows?

Ling Er seemed to understand, Fu Fu helped Man You lie down, and said, "You rest first, I'll be back in a while."

Manxi gently nodded, and after closing her eyes for a short while, a palace girl came in and reported: "Mrs., Prince Dustwind is visiting."

Man frowned slightly, and said lightly, "Just say I have rested."

"Yes."

Linger said: "I didn't expect him to be the prince of the Dust Country! He must be worried about the injury of the master, so come and see. Why didn't the master see him?"

Mangai sighed: "It's so late, and the general is not there. In such a sensitive capacity as me and him, I meet in private and give people no reason."

He stopped talking and closed his eyes again, Linger no longer spoke with interest.

Less than half a second later, the imperious blocking sound of the palace lady sounded outside the door: "Mr. Nine, my wife has rested, you cannot go in ... Mr. Nine ..."

When Linger heard the footsteps, she hurried to the door and sighed sighing. She didn't want to be quiet. She waved her hand: "Forget it, let him in. You can't stop it."

The ninth prince stepped in with a grin, "That's it! Li Yue still knows me."

Man Er was helped by Linger to sit up and leaned against the window bar. "Your Highness Nine comes late at night, what's the matter?"

"What else can I do, of course I will give you a panacea." He raised the white jade bottle in Yang's hand and handed it to her.

He smiled slightly, "Thank you, I've already applied the medicine."

The ninth prince said: "How can the medicines of the imperial doctor be compared with my medicine! You hold it, but I am entrusted by you, and you have to take it even if you don't use it."

At the moment when he was still a little bit nervous, the nine emperor had already put the medicine bottle in her hand and said, "You are not unaware of the seventh brother. If he stares in two eyes, I will fall asleep even if he falls asleep in the middle of the night. He woke up. "

He made an extremely exaggerated gesture, which made Man Wu hold back a smile, but his heart was bitter again. She stared at the delicate jade bottle lying in her palms, frowned.

The ninth prince moved a stool to sit in front of her bed, put away the usual joke, probed, and asked softly: "Li Yue, do you really don't care about the seventh brother marrying a concubine?" His eyes were tentative. , A bit sincere, a little looking forward.

The slender white hand trembled slightly, the light smile on her lips was cold and bitter, and she bowed her head and said lightly, "It is normal for a man to marry a woman, and I should congratulate him."

The nine prince frowned, shaking his head like a grieving woman, "This is not your truth. Li Yue, you did not consider me a friend."

Manxi looked up at him, and looked at him for a while, until the emperor Jiu fainted, Fang said: "What kind of answer does His Highness Nine want to hear from me?"

The smile of the nine emperor was a little stiff, and he said, "Doesn't His Highness Nine find it inappropriate to ask this kind of question? It doesn't make any sense. You should know better than anyone, everything between me and him, a year ago It ’s all over. I ’m Fu Tu ’s wife now. He does n’t have anything to do with me. ”

The ninth prince froze, her words were so calm and indifferent, but he still remembered the tears that fell when she turned a year ago, at that time he was thinking that a proud woman like her would be too late to leave them I couldn't control my eyes and wept. What kind of sadness should I do? He thought that her people couldn't escape Qige in her life, but she could not have expected it. She would choose to marry Fu Tzu and cut off her entanglement with Qige in such a decisive way.

What kind of woman is this? Married to Fu Zhao, isn't it to make Qige regret it? If not, then the happiness of the seventh brother is really out of reach.

The ninth prince suddenly became heavy, but still smiled: "Who said that it doesn't matter? The relationship is big, as long as you say a word, the seventh brother will never marry another woman. Li Yue, I don't want Sun Yali to be a woman My sister-in-law, you can see it too, Father Emperor favors her. "

Palmed his palms, "You are too proud of me! You don't want him to marry Miss Sun, you should talk to the king and say, the person who marries his wife is him. If he doesn't want to, who can do it for him? I'm a husband's wife. The person I care about should be my husband. "

The ninth prince seized the word "should" in her last sentence and smiled brightly, "Li Yue, you said 'should', instead of thinking or not thinking ?! Many times people's thoughts are not what they should be What will happen to you. You shouldn't care about others, you really won't care? I don't believe it! "

Did she say yes? What I said without thinking was really bad. She turned her head slightly and said, "Believe it or not! It's late, I'm going to rest, and His Highness Nine will go back to rest earlier."

The ninth prince pouted his lips, got up, and deliberately sighed. Suddenly he thought of something, and clapped his hands and smiled, "Otherwise ... I will also write a letter for you and leave Fu Fuxiu, so that you are not a married woman No more! There should be no or no, just do what you want to live happily! "

He stared at him in dismay, some cries and laughs, and he dared to come up with such an idea. He thought that Fu Ze was as good as the son of Xiaoyaohou? She shook her head helplessly and lay down on her own. Fu Zhao is not a simple person. Even if he does not have the military power in his hands, he is not a man who would let a woman give up. Besides, what right does she have to rest him? He seemed to be such a perfect husband. He was gentle and considerate everywhere, and he took good care of her. Even if there was something wrong, he could do it so leakingly that people couldn't find a breakthrough to blame.

The ninth prince left, she faced inward, closed her eyes, and the white figure rushing towards her emerged from her mind, and took her into her arms with anger and anxiety. 2k novel reading network