After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

Isn’t Cui Rong also looking forward to this?

But the inexplicable throbbing in her heart was like ripples on the surface of a calm lake, and a feeling of uneasiness quietly spread in her heart.

Song Yanyi's abnormal calmness was more like the eerie silence before a storm, which made people feel uneasy.

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In Songhe Garden, surrounded by dense green bamboos, Qing'an knelt on the stone road, his body shaking with fear. Time seemed to be stretched until Song Yanyi's cold voice broke the silence.

"Go check out the scholar named Lin Han."

Qing'an was stunned and had not yet recovered from his surprise.

Song Yanyi's eyes were deep, and the cold light penetrated the warm autumn sun: "Take my name card and invite him to visit Xie's house tomorrow."

On the other side, Cui Rong almost stayed awake the whole night, with a lot of thoughts in her mind, feeling both uneasy and expectant.

Early in the morning, she prepared exquisite medicinal food for the old lady in the kitchen. When she returned to Qiu Shui Courtyard, Cui Zhu had been waiting for a long time.

"My cousin, the master has asked you to practice your piano skills."

There was a hint of caution in Cuizhu's words, as if she was worried that this sudden order would make Cui Rong feel uncomfortable.

Cui Rongrong frowned slightly, a little confused: "Didn't we agree that the class will start in the evening?"

"It may be that the master has been too busy recently and has not been able to teach in time, so I want to make up for it for you today. Miss, you should go there early."

Cuizhu explained patiently.

Cui Rong sighed lightly, nodded in agreement, and followed Cui Zhu towards Songhe Garden.

When we arrived, the doors and windows of the waterside study were wide open, and Song Yanyi was sitting upright at the piano table, wearing a silver-grey robe that made him look even more elegant and refined. His hair was casually tied up with an exquisite brocade ribbon, and the rest of his hair swayed gently in the wind. His slender fingers moved freely among the strings, and every touch exuded an extraordinary aura. The sound of the piano was clear and pleasant, as if it could penetrate the barriers of the mind and reach the depths of the listener's soul.

Cui Rong stood outside the door, and a line of ancient poetry unconsciously emerged in her mind: The man on the street is as beautiful as jade, and the young man is unparalleled in the world.

The Song Yanyi before me is just as described in the poem, elegant and graceful, rare in the world.

He looked up at her, his eyes gentle and deep: "Cousin."

"Have you been practicing the piano recently?"

He asked in a calm tone, as if nothing that happened last night had ever happened.

"Yes, I practice on time every day."

Cui Rong answered sincerely.

"Then play a song for me."

She walked closer slowly, but found that Song Yanyi had no intention of getting up and giving him his seat. She couldn't help but look at the open window awkwardly.

"The window is still open."

She reminded softly.

"Qing'an is guarding outside, so there's no need to worry about being disturbed."

His answer was brief, powerful and unquestionable.

Cui Rong's gaze moved and looked out the window again. The sunlight was flickering on the lake, and the ripples seemed to hide endless secrets, interweaving with the sound of the piano in the house to form a moving picture.

"come here."

His tone was slightly chilly, yet it held an irresistible charm.

Cui Rong looked into his deep and unfathomable eyes, hesitated for a moment, pursed her lips, sat obediently beside him, and leaned naturally on his lap.

Her fingertips touched the strings lightly, and she gently reviewed the fingering he taught her.

“It’s been a lot of progress.”

He whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her ear, bringing a slight tickle, "How about we learn a new song today, the 'Xiang Fei Yuan' you mentioned?"

Cui Rongrong nodded slightly, with anticipation flashing in her eyes.

He put the music score aside, and lightly plucked the strings with his slender fingers. As the strings vibrated, a melodious and slightly sad melody slowly flowed out, as if it could travel through time and space, telling an ancient and distant story.

Cui Rongrong looked at him playing the piano intently, feeling filled with emotion.

There were rumors that Song Yanyi was gifted. She was skeptical at first, but now that she had seen it with her own eyes, she knew it was true.

No matter what kind of art it is, he can quickly capture its essence and do it effortlessly.

I originally thought that he would be indifferent to such sad and mournful pieces as "Xiang Fei Yuan", but at this moment, every note flowing from his fingers seemed to contain endless emotions and hit people's hearts, making people wonder what kind of person is this who can interpret the joys and sorrows so vividly.

When the song ended, the clear sound of bamboo chimes rang out from outside the door, interrupting the silence in the room: "Master, Mr. Lin has arrived."

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, and an unknown storm was about to quietly unfold in this mansion.

Cui Rong's body shook slightly, as if her heart was hit by an invisible hammer. Her heart skipped a beat at that moment, and her whole body seemed to be electrified. She turned towards him abruptly, with a trace of surprise and panic in her eyes.

And he sat there, his expression as calm as a deep pool that had not been blown by the breeze, and he spoke every word in a gentle tone: "Today, I specially invited Lin Han to be my guest. He helped you in times of crisis. Whether it is human or reasonable, I should give him enough gratitude."

Hearing this, Cui Rongrong seemed to be awakened, and hurriedly stood up from his lap, with a hint of imperceptible panic in her movements, and her voice was full of urgency and uneasiness: "Then... Then I'll take my leave first."

After she finished speaking, her eyes moved away, as if she was avoiding the coming storm.

Song Yanyi's fingers gently rested on the strings of the guqin beside him. The strings trembled slightly with his cold words, as if even the last trace of warmth in the air was frozen: "Where are you going? Don't you even have time to express your gratitude to Lin Han?"

There was no warmth in his voice, it was so cold that one could feel the bone-chilling chill.

Cui Rongrong's face turned pale as paper in an instant, her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and her breathing became difficult.

His distrust and anger did not diminish in the slightest with the passage of time; instead, they enveloped her in a more covert way.

Inviting Lin Han here was undoubtedly to make the unspeakable secret between her and Lin Han public and completely cut off the last glimmer of hope in her heart.

His deep eyes were fixed on her, and his calm voice contained an irrefutable force: "Come to me, Wanwan."

Faced with this order, Cui Rong suddenly felt an unprecedented anger surge in her heart and decided to go all out.

She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to hold back the turmoil in her heart, and squeezed out every word from between her teeth: "My cousin has a distinguished guest, so I won't disturb you."

After saying that, she straightened her back, turned around resolutely, and tried to escape from this suffocating space.

However, Song Yanyi's voice was as cold as the winter wind, still indifferent and unquestionable: "If you leave this door without permission today, Lin Han may not be able to leave Xie Mansion safely."

These words were like an invisible chain, instantly blocking Cui Rong's way.

She paused, her whole body felt as if struck by lightning, and became as stiff as an ice sculpture.