The adopted daughter returns with a new face

The winter sun was shining brightly, and the back garden was already full of guests. When they suddenly heard that Princess Nan'an and her companions had arrived, everyone looked at the people coming in from the garden entrance. The figure walking beside Prince Lan, dressed in a dark blue brocade robe, instantly caught everyone's attention.

Mu Rongchen's gaze also fell on Lan Rufeng. Today, he had tied up the hair on both sides of his cheeks, revealing his entire face. Two strands of black hair hung in front of his chest. He instantly looked like a different person, dressed in noble and elegant clothes. This person must be born extraordinary.

Lan Rufeng felt Mu Rongchen's gaze and stood there letting him look. His eyes fell on the old lady with gray hair and elegant clothes, and then lightly moved to Mu Rongwan beside her.

This face, at the age of thirty-seven or thirty-eight, still looks elegant and graceful, with smiling eyes and eyebrows. It is impossible to associate her with that vicious woman. He waited for Lin Ruyan and the others to congratulate him first, and then walked forward to greet them after they finished congratulating him: "I, Lan Rufeng, greet the old lady, the queen, and Prince Rong. I wish the old lady a long life and a long life."

"Okay, okay..." Li Linlang smiled and said yes. She looked at the handsome Lan Rufeng in front of her. Even though he was wearing a half silver mask on his face, it was difficult to hide his gentle and elegant temperament. She instructed her grandson: "Zichu, take Prince Rong, Prince Lan, and Young Master Lan to Young Master Feng's table. Most of the people have arrived. Go and get someone to perform."

Liang Zichu nodded, called his uncle and Lan Ruyun over, then turned around and gave orders to go on stage.

"Brother Lan..." Chen Siyao called and ran over, startling all the guests in the garden and almost making Feng Qingwu stamp her feet in anger. Chen Xue and his son were secretly surprised. Looking at their rude daughter and sister, they finally understood the reason why she embroidered that thing.

Chen Shuchen looked at his elder brother in confusion. What was wrong with this niece? She actually ran towards a strange man in public. The Chen family was completely embarrassed.

"Miss Chen..." Lan Rufeng looked at Chen Siyao who ran over in front of so many guests and wished he didn't faint on the spot.

"Brother Lan, are you healed? Is it serious?" Chen Siyao's delicate little face was full of self-blame.

"It's just a minor injury, don't worry Miss Chen, just go back and sit down." Lan Rufeng smiled and sent people away. All the guests were watching him, and he could never clear himself of the blame even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

"Okay, then Brother Lan, drink less." Chen Siyao responded and gave him a reminder before turning around and walking back.

Mu Rongchen glanced at Lan Rufeng, walked over to Feng Qingge and sat down. Chen Luo looked at Lan Rufeng in front of him and thought of his sister's hands full of wounds and the embroidered purse.

"Young Master Lan, this is His Royal Highness Prince Mo, this is the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, Lord Chen Luo, this is General Li Yunfan, this is the Vice Minister Chu Muci of Prime Minister Chu's family, this is the son of the Minister of Revenue, Wu Xin, and this is the son of the Minister of War, Liu Yiqing. Young Master Lan already knows them." Lan Ruyun introduced the people at the table to Lan Rufeng one by one.

Lan Rufeng bowed and greeted the few people lightly. These people were of no importance to her.

Everyone smiled and invited Lan Rufeng to take a seat, all curious about his face under the half mask.

"Young Master Lan is so handsome and elegant, why does he wear a mask?" Mu Liangfeng asked curiously.

"Your Highness Prince Mo, you are joking. How can I be called Mo Yu Wushuang? I suffered a facial injury when I was a child. It was not treated in time and I got a scar. I dare not disturb you." Lan Rufeng said with a faint smile.

"Let's listen to the opera!" Mu Rongchen said lightly. Everyone stopped talking and turned around to watch the opera and listen to the music seriously.

Lan Rufeng slightly turned her head to look at the stage. The song being sung was probably a Kunqu opera for birthday celebrations. Although she had never learned opera, she still liked to listen to it and was mesmerized by it. As the birthday song started, everyone praised it. Then there was a martial arts opera, which was also quite amazing.

Halfway through the two performances, the last person to come up was a woman in a light pink dress, with a fresh and refined appearance and a pipa in her hand. She walked to the center of the stage gracefully, leaned slightly towards the people in the garden, sat on a stool, and began to play the pipa.

"Why does this tune sound a bit like Spring River Moon Night?" Lan Rufeng felt sad when he heard the tune played by the woman, and his eyes were fixed on the woman on the stage.

Suddenly the tune changed, which made her stunned. The first half sounded a bit similar, but the latter part was not the same? She looked at the woman who was playing the song seriously, in disbelief.

Mu Rongchen's eyes fell on Lan Rufeng, who was separated from Lan Ruyun, and saw that he was really listening attentively. Zhong Yan said that he played a good tune, so he must be a guy who is proficient in music.

When Zhao Hewei finished playing the song, everyone clapped their hands in praise. Mu Rongchen looked at Zhao Hewei who stood up to thank him and was about to leave and called out softly, "Miss Zhao, please stay."

When the guests in the garden heard the voice, they turned around and looked at Prince Rong, all curious about why he was calling Zhao Hewei.

"Prince Rong called Miss Zhao to stop. Is there something wrong?" the old lady asked Mu Rongchen.

Mu Rongchen turned around and said to the old lady: "I just listened to the song played by Miss Zhao, but I was not satisfied. I heard that Master Lan is very proficient in music, so I want to borrow Miss Zhao's pipa and ask Master Lan to play a song for me."

"You are a troublemaker!" Lan Rufeng cursed inwardly, and said with a fake smile: "Prince Rong, I am just a country bumpkin. Aren't you flattering me too much?"

"Mr. Lan, the Emperor's uncle has always appreciated people with talent." Mu Liangfeng's words sounded insignificant, but Lan Rufeng could hear the sarcasm in his words.

"Your Highness Prince Mo, I don't like the limelight." Lan Rufeng didn't give Mu Liangfeng any face, and turned to look at Zhao Hewei who was waiting on the stage: "It's getting late, I'm sorry to bother Miss Zhao."

"Mr. Lan, just consider it as a birthday gift to the old lady." Mu Rongchen's cold voice sounded again.

Now everyone knew that Lan Rufeng had not prepared any birthday gift for the old lady and was just eating and drinking for free. All eyes fell on him. Most of them showed disgust, while the others were waiting to watch the show.

Lan Rufeng didn't expect this bastard to tell everyone directly that he didn't prepare birthday gifts for the old lady. He couldn't save face for a moment and said shamelessly: "I am just a quack doctor, I am really poor, please don't be surprised."

"Even if you are poor, you must have ambition." Mu Rongchen's words made Lan Rufeng embarrassed and made everyone secretly suspect that Prince Rong was deliberately making things difficult for Lan Rufeng.

"Since Prince Rong has said so much, I will play a song to celebrate the eldest princess' birthday." Lan Rufeng wanted to slap Mu Rongchen twice.

Everyone watched Lan Rufeng stand up and walk to the stage, waiting to see what he would play with great anticipation. Feng Qingwu and Chen Siyao looked at Lan Rufeng with smiles in their phoenix eyes.

Zhao Hewei looked at the elegant young man dressed in dark blue brocade clothes and wearing a half silver mask on the right side of his face, and took the initiative to hand him the pipa with a smile.

Lan Rufeng smiled and nodded slightly as she took the pipa. She brushed her clothes, turned around and sat down, put her hands on the strings and began to play.

Everyone listened to the music played by Lan Rufeng, which was actually better than the one played by Zhao Hewei. The music sounded like the tenderness of spring breeze or the clear spring water dripping on stones. Every note was pleasing to the ears and every detail was so touching that everyone could hear it.