After the divorce, I wanted to give up, but the Prime Minister took me into his arms in the street

Stepping onto the boat, as the boatman gently paddles the wooden oars, the boat slowly sails into the center of the river like a fallen leaf, weaving a flowing picture together with the many other boats around it.

The banquet is not only a gathering of celebrities in the capital, but also a symbol of identity and status. The fact that Han Zifeng, a seemingly ordinary businessman, was able to step into this grand event is a matter of great imagination.

Just as Ling Mohui was lost in thought, the slight touch between the two boats interrupted her thoughts. Turning around, she saw Fu Yansheng's figure. Even though he was wearing a mask, his unique temperament still made it difficult for Ling Mohui to ignore.

Fu Yansheng's eyes wandered under Ling Mohui's disguise, as if he was looking for something.

In order to hide her panic, Ling Mohui deliberately raised her voice and asked in a displeased tone, "Can you please be more careful? You need to be careful when sailing on the river."

In response to her, she received an apologetic reply from Ling Zhiyun on Fu Yansheng's boat.

In order to avoid being exposed, Ling Mohui deliberately paddled towards Han Zifeng angrily.

Han Zifeng asked with concern, and Ling Mo replied by shaking her head, but she could feel Fu Yansheng's gaze following her like a shadow, making her feel more uneasy.

As time went by, more and more boats gathered on the river, and the atmosphere of the banquet became more and more exciting.

At this moment, a luxurious giant ship quietly sailed over, and a middle-aged man with outstanding temperament stepped onto the deck. As if he had received some kind of secret signal, he announced loudly: "Tonight, the banquet officially begins!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone on the boat showed off their unique skills and talents, and the entire Sheng River turned into a sea of ​​art.

Ling Mohui sat on the boat, holding a fresh fruit plate in her hands, sipping a sip of fragrant tea, with beautiful music surrounding her ears. The evening breeze blew gently, bringing bursts of coolness and freedom. At this moment, she seemed to be in a paradise, and her mood was extremely comfortable.

The lady standing on the Rujia boat looked particularly elegant and refined under the faint moonlight, like a fairy walking out of an ancient painting.

Her presence makes the surrounding scenery pale in comparison.

"Can you play a song for us?"

This sentence is not only a request, but also a desire for beauty, passing through the cool night breeze and gently falling into her ears.

The elegant lady on the boat must be Ling Zhiyun.

Ling Mohui felt the attention around her gradually focusing, and her body involuntarily straightened up a little. There was an unprecedented seriousness in her eyes.

Ling Mohui is always proud of her third sister's talent.

When Ling Zhiyun's fingertips lightly touched the strings, in an instant, a dreamlike melody floated away. It not only flowed on the surface of Sheng River, but also penetrated into everyone's heart, making everything around seem soft and blurred.

People were so fascinated by the music that they forgot the passage of time until the last note gently faded into the night sky.

There was thunderous applause, accompanied by heartfelt admiration.

"This woman's zither skills are extraordinary. She deserves the reputation of being the best zither player in the capital!"

"It's so beautiful, like the sound of nature! I wonder if we would be so lucky as to ask Miss to play a song with us later?"

These compliments are the most direct recognition of Ling Zhiyun's artistic charm. Her every move, every frown and every smile can easily make many talented people in Beijing fall in love with her.

However, in the face of these numerous invitations and praises, Ling Zhiyun just smiled faintly, and her clear eyes gently turned to Fu Yansheng beside her, as if seeking some kind of tacit understanding or answer.

"Next, please invite the lady from Xun Yi Ship to add a touch of beauty to our night."

Everyone's eyes were directed at Ling Mohui. Han Zifeng looked relaxed and contented. He hinted at Ling Mohui with his eyes, reminding her that she was the one who was named.

Ling Mohui suddenly realized the arrival of this moment and couldn't help feeling nervous.

Performing right after Ling Zhiyun, the pressure can be imagined.

What if the performance is not good, won’t I just become a foil?

But she quickly adjusted her mindset and said, "I'm not very good at playing instruments, so I'll just sing a cappella instead. I hope you don't mind."

As she spoke, she picked up the chopsticks on the table and tapped the porcelain bowl. The clear and pleasant sound danced on the river surface under the night sky, ethereal and pure, blending perfectly with the surrounding environment.

Then she opened her lips and sang softly, and her interpretation added a touch of modern sadness and gentleness.

Her voice is soft and delicate, expressing the pain of the country's destruction and the family's demise vividly, making people feel as if they can transcend time and space and touch the deep historical emotions.

The singing gradually faded away, and the sounds of dishes and chopsticks slowly calmed down. For a moment, the scene fell into a strange silence. Everyone was infected by the sorrow and couldn't extricate themselves.

Until a few sparse applause broke the silence, followed by thunderous applause and cheers.

"The girl's adaptation of this song is so good, it is definitely a rare masterpiece in Beijing!"

A man stood up, smiling, and said with obvious appreciation, "I wonder if the young lady would be willing to do me the honor of playing a duet with me?"

His tone and expression were exactly the same as the character named Zeng Jie in Ling Mohui's memory, who was the man who pursued Ling Zhiyun relentlessly in the original novel.

This sudden turn of events surprised Ling Mohui.

Zeng Jie's behavior in the original novel was still fresh in her memory. His entanglement with Ling Zhiyun eventually led to a stern warning from Fu Yansheng.

Why didn't Zeng Jie pester Ling Zhiyun now, but turned to himself instead?

Just as Ling Mohui was thinking about how to reject the music gracefully, Fu Yansheng's voice appeared at the right time like the warm sunshine in spring, "This lady already has a partner to play with, so please find someone else."

His words were concise and powerful, with unquestionable authority.

Ling Mohui looked at Fu Yansheng in surprise. Did he recognize her identity?

Is that why you came to her aid and helped her resolve the current embarrassment?

She blinked, with doubts and surprise intertwined in her heart, looking forward to Fu Yansheng's answer.

Before Ling Mohui's doubtful gaze could condense into a specific question, Han Zifeng raised the corner of his mouth and smiled again: "Indeed, she has decided to join hands with me. I'm afraid you need to find another good partner."

These words were like a cold current that instantly penetrated the lively atmosphere and reached Ling Mo's heart.

When he glanced sideways, he clearly caught a glimpse of the aura around Fu Yansheng solidifying in an instant, as if frost had suddenly fallen and a subtle stiffness filled the air.

"Young Master..." Ling Zhiyun's voice was filled with the sweetness and hope unique to a young girl. Her eyes flickered like stars falling into the mortal world. She looked at Fu Yansheng expectantly, as if the whole world was waiting for his affirmation.

Fu Yansheng withdrew his wandering gaze, and a complex emotion flashed across his deep eyes, eventually turning into an unspoken sigh. Silence became his loudest answer.