The daughter of the emperor is beautiful and holds the power over the world

Di Yulin seemed not to hear anything and had someone set up a musical instrument table in front of him and brew a pot of fragrant tea.

He glanced at the shore, lifted his robe, sat down leisurely, and began to play the piano.

The melodious sound of the zither floats on the vast surface of the Yu River...

Si Yan's eyes darkened slightly. This man had been here for seven years and had even learned to play the guqin.

Di Hao's face turned pale, his eyes were red, and his lips were bleeding from biting.

He never imagined that his nephew, whom he had loved since childhood, would be such a cold-blooded and heartless person.

His imperial uncle was right in front of him, and it would have been fine if he didn't save him, but how could he have the leisure to play the piano?

"Yulin! I am your uncle King Hao!" Di Hao shouted again unwillingly.

In response to him, there was an even more melodious piano sound...

Seeing the boat in the middle of the river heading downstream, Di Hao's eyes were covered with tears.

Di Yulin would not save him, the emperor's uncle.

"Intercept this ship," Si Yan instructed Ling Mohan. "At the same time, have General Lu lead three battalions of troops and rush directly to Zhouzi Cliff downstream."

Ling Mohan nodded and immediately sent his fastest horseman to notify General Lu of the third battalion of the Jingji Camp.

At the same time, he ordered a search for available boats and sent people to chase from the shore.

At this moment, several large ships came down the river from upstream.

Everyone looked up and saw a graceful man in white standing on the leading boat.

The man was Boya, who had volunteered to requisition ships half a month ago.

Boya had already noticed the big ship in front and also saw Si Yan on the shore.

He took a boat to the river bank and said, "Ayan, get on board."

Si Yan and Ling Mohan boarded the boat together, and Di Hao was also brought on board.

Boya was dressed in dust, but when he saw Si Yan, the fatigue on his face disappeared.

He walked forward slowly, his expression gentle, "Ayan, the boats have been collected and will gradually reach the Yu River section outside Shangjing City in the next two days."

Half a month ago, A Yan said he needed a boat, so he mobilized his men from Yayue Pavilion and transferred all the ships of their caravan over.

He also spent money to requisition many civilian ships, and there are now hundreds of them, which will arrive in the next few days.

Si Yan looked at the gentle and elegant man in front of him and smiled: "Thank you for your hard work."

"What are you talking about?" Boya smiled back at Si Yan and pointed at the boat in front. "Speed ​​up and catch up with the boat in front."

Si Yan said softly: "Don't chase too closely, there might be a trap."

It was strange that Di Yulin appeared here. Even if he discovered that Di Hao's men were carrying a large amount of silver and were unwilling to hand it over, there was no need for him to show up.

He now deliberately sat at the bow, drinking tea and playing the piano, with only one purpose, to lure them to chase the ship.

In other words, there is a trap waiting for them ahead.

Boya immediately said to the people around him: "Keep a certain distance from the ship in front, and send a few other light boats to explore the way ahead."

"Yes, sir." The person behind Boya responded and retreated respectfully.

Boya smiled gently at Si Yan: "Don't worry, Yan, I have transferred a large number of people from the Bo family."

"Have you returned to the Bo family?" Si Yan asked.

"Yeah, I stopped by on the way back." Boya nodded, looking a little unnatural.

He left Shangjing half a month ago, so it wouldn't have taken him this long, but returning to the Bo family took some time.

"Are you being urged to get married?" Si Yan asked.

"Why can't anything escape Ayan's eyes?" Boya's ears were still buzzing.

When he returned this time, the elders of the Bo family took turns to teach him a lot, with the central idea being "There are three kinds of unfilial behavior, and the worst is to have no descendants."

He quickly finished his work and slipped out.

Si Yan smiled and said, "You are so outstanding. The elders of the Bo family have nothing to worry about except your marriage."

Boya looked at Si Yan and didn't speak for a long time.

"Cough cough..." Seeing the two of them talking and laughing, Ling Mohan couldn't help but walk over and coughed loudly twice.

"General Ling." Boya greeted Ling Mohan with a smile.

"Yeah." Ling Mohan responded sullenly, standing beside Si Yan like a door god.

On the boat ahead, Di Yulin's piano music became so passionate and exciting that it was hard to ignore him...

Several people stood at the bow of the boat, listening quietly to Di Yulin's piano music.

Boya said calmly: "Ayan, this guy's piano playing is average, I'll play it for you."

Si Yan: ...

Boya immediately had someone set up a zither table and brought over a jade zither. At the same time, he asked someone to bring an incense burner and light a stick of incense.

Ah Fan brought a soft chair covered with soft snow fox fur and placed the chair behind Si Yan.

"Miss Si, please take a seat."

Seeing that Boya was in such a good mood, Si Yan didn't know what to say and had to sit down.

Ling Mohan guarded Si Yan, and Boya's men also brought him a chair.

Ling Mohan said he didn't want to sit down, so Ah Fan asked someone to put a chair behind Ling Mohan and then stepped back.

Then, a few waiters came up, brought a table, boiled a pot of tea, and put cakes and fruits on it.

Ling Mohan took a look and found that these pastries and fruits were made with great care and delicacy, almost to perfection.

These things are elegant in every way, all in the style of Yayue Pavilion.

Boya sat opposite Si Yan, tuned the strings, and looked at Si Yan: "Ah Yan, what kind of music do you like to listen to?"

"Anything is OK."

"Then I'll play a random song for Ayan."

Boya smiled slightly, plucked the strings with his slender fingers, and played gently.

Beautiful piano music flowed from the man's fingertips, and the faint sunlight sprinkled on the man's face, with an unreal beauty.

Si Yan listened quietly. The man's piano music was soft and gentle, yet dreamy and confusing.

Ah Fan was a little surprised. This was a piece of music created by the young master himself and he never played it for outsiders.

However, in the young master's heart, he no longer regarded Miss Si as an outsider.

Ling Mohan doesn't understand the zither, but that doesn't mean he doesn't understand the emotions expressed in the music. The moment Boya's fingers touched the strings, it was as if something gripped his heart.

The birds in the sky stopped flying, the fish in the river became quiet, and the sound of the piano on the boat in front slowly disappeared.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed that there was only the man in front of me.

Di Yulin slowly stood up and listened to Boya playing the piano with his ears perked up.

He thought he played the piano well, but he didn't expect to show off his skills in front of a master.

The soft piano music on the boat gradually became louder, like a rushing waterfall, rolling up thousands of feet of waves, tumbling, roaring, rushing forward towards the distance, and then slowly calming down after encountering obstacles.

Boya's fingertips danced, dazzling people...

The sound of his piano turned into the sea, embracing everything. When the wind was calm, it was gentle and peaceful; when the waves were turbulent, it was full of blood and rain.

The sound of his piano turned into a knife, piercing deep into the enemy's heart while also piercing his own heart.

The piano sounds tangled, released, gathered, and separated, as if something was torn apart and then gradually sewn back together...

His fingertips danced quickly and gracefully, then gradually became gentle and slow...

When the song ended, all was quiet.

Boya looked gently at the woman in front of him, with his usual gentle smile on his face: "Ayan, does it sound good?"

Si Yan didn't say anything. She raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes.

What Boya plays is not the piano, but his life.