The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

There was no stringed instrument accompaniment, no flutes, pipes, or zithers, but a clear and cheerful melody rang out.

The music came from Fang Qingyou's mouth, and the sound came from the osmanthus leaf.

Fang Qingyou's petal-like lips gently held a vibrant green osmanthus leaf, one hand lightly twirling the leaf while the other danced with her body.

Fang Qingyou's tune was simple, but extremely cheerful, and as one listened, it gradually made one feel happy.

Because it's simple, it's easy to learn. Some people can't help but hum the tune and feel lighter and more cheerful.

Then, even my body involuntarily started to dance along.

Fang Qingyou played the osmanthus leaf tune while dancing to the melody.

The rhythm is also very simple. Each movement, when taken out of context, is a small jump, a spin, or a swaying of the limbs. But when these simple movements are combined, they are so light and joyful.

In the dance, Fang Qingyou smiled, her eyes were clear and bright, and her green skirt fluttered like feathers in the wind, as if she were dancing joyfully in a forest filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers. Her temperament was light and ethereal, elegant and noble, as beautiful as a fairy in the forest.

Listening to her cheerful voice and watching her lighthearted singing, everyone felt as if they could smell the fragrance of grass and trees, and as if they had followed her into the forest.

Birdsong and fragrant flowers, light and shadow in the forest, a dreamlike and beautiful scene.

The melody and dance seem to have a magical power, leading people to joy and happiness.

At this moment, even the Empress Dowager, whose face had been gloomy, showed a hint of joy, as if she were recalling some beautiful times from her girlhood.

Emperor Mingde was also lost in memories of the past. In a daze, he returned to the time when he first met Consort Wei, the woman he loved most in his life...

What came to Gu Jinyi's mind was the scene of his first encounter with Fang Qingyou. At that time, the gentle breeze in the mountains and the figure of this fairy in the forest gradually merged together, leaving an imprint of a girl's image in the deepest part of his heart.

The name of a young girl, Fang Qingyou, was imprinted on her.

Luo Qianmo's expression also showed a hint of joy, but it wasn't because of past memories, but because of the elfin figure before him.

His memories contained no beauty, only endless coldness and darkness.

The only thing that brought him joy was the feeling evoked by that green figure.

That feeling made him feel like he was basking in the warm sunshine, breathing in the fragrant scent of grass and trees, feeling so peaceful and warm inside.

This feeling was something he had never anticipated before.

Luo Qianmo gazed at Fang Qingyou for a long time, and a hint of tenderness gradually appeared in his eyes. This was the first time he did not want to hide his feelings.

He suddenly felt a pang of regret. He had been too cold to Fang Qingyou before. If he had been able to tell her about his complicated feelings, perhaps she wouldn't have misunderstood him, wouldn't have disliked him, and wouldn't have deliberately avoided him.

If I hadn't been so hot and cold towards her, I probably wouldn't have pushed her into Gu Jinyi's arms!

As the music gradually came to an end, the graceful figure also stopped dancing.

She stood quietly on the stage, her smile gentle, her expression serene, as beautiful as a figure in a painting.

As Fang Qingyou sang and danced, many people were immersed in joyful memories of the past. Only when the music stopped did they awaken from those beautiful memories.

It's like having a dream about a beautiful past; the dream is over, but the feeling is still joyful.

Emperor Mingde dreamt that he and Consort Wei were running happily through the woods, surrounded by greenery, with the wind in their ears and sweetness in their hearts.

But suddenly, Wei Fei's figure disappeared, only her beautiful, smiling face remained in his mind, the tip of his nose seemed to still carry her scent, and the warmth of her hand seemed to still linger in his palm...

Emperor Mingde opened his eyes, somewhat reluctant to part with the memories he had just had.

Having "met" Consort Wei, Emperor Mingde's attitude towards Fang Qingyou seemed to have improved slightly, and his tone became much gentler: "Miss Fang, what is the name of this piece you played? It seems quite unique?"

Fang Qingyou gracefully bowed to Emperor Mingde: "Your Majesty, this piece of music is called 'Ode to Joy'."

Ode to Joy is a song that Fang Qingyou really likes. The first time she heard it was when her grandfather hummed it to her.

In modern times, "Ode to Joy" is the quintessential Christmas song. Whenever this song plays, she thinks of the lush green Christmas tree in the snow and the children's silvery laughter.

Outside the window, snow was falling heavily; inside, children were innocent and carefree.

Those were the beautiful times she cherished.

"Ode to Joy?" Emperor Mingde read it aloud. So that's what it was, such a cheerful name. No wonder it could bring joy to people.

Then, in a deep voice, he praised, "It's a beautiful piece of music. The dance is also excellent!"

Emperor Mingde's praise made Qin Nihong immediately swallow back the curses she was about to utter.

But Qin Nihong was unwilling to give up, and could only mutter under her breath, "That wild girl Fang Qingyou must have used sorcery!"

Qin Nihong believed that must be the case, because while listening to this song just now, she was reminded of a happy period from her childhood.

Qin Nihong didn't think she was affected by the melody; instead, she felt that Fang Qingyou had used some kind of sorcery to bewitch her!

Qin Nihong's voice wasn't too low; it reached Empress Qin's ears, who glared at her sternly.

A silent warning to her: "Even the Emperor and Empress Dowager think it's good, what nonsense are you still spouting?!"

Although the Empress Dowager did not speak, Empress Qin knew what she was thinking from the fact that her expression had softened considerably.

Qin Nihong was startled by the Empress Qin's sternness. From childhood to adulthood, her aunt had always doted on her and had never looked at her with such a terrifying gaze.

Although Qin Nihong was still angry, she dared not say anything bad about Fang Qingyou anymore.

Of course, this is only temporary.

Empress Qin turned her head, a pleased smile on her face: "Miss Fang's talent is truly amazing. This performance was absolutely breathtaking!"

"It's just a little tune; I hope it hasn't disappointed Her Majesty the Empress." Fang Qingyou smiled faintly. She hadn't disappointed Empress Qin, but Empress Qin was truly disappointed.

Then, he turned his gaze to Qin Nihong: "Princess Nihong, I wonder if I have disappointed you?"

Sensing the sarcasm in Fang Qingyou's words, Empress Qin gritted her teeth, but still maintained a smile on her face.

Qin Nihong was already suppressing her anger, but Fang Qingyou's provocation made her unable to hold back any longer.

Seeing Qin Nihong's red lips move, fearing she might say something inappropriate, he quickly changed the subject: "Miss Fang, please go back and rest. Next, whose young master or young lady will perform?"