The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

His music, like him, was cool and aloof, giving people a sense of unattainability. However, it was quite pleasing to Sikong Jin's ears. Although her musical skills were only average at the moment, she had some unique insights into the art of music.

Looking at that aloof figure, Sikong Jin's expression suddenly became complicated. She sighed sadly, hesitated for a moment, and finally did not go over.

The clear, melodious sound of the zither gradually faded away. As the last note drifted away on the wind, a deep, magnetic voice suddenly came, "The tribute tea of ​​the Great Zhou Dynasty tastes quite good. Why not give it a try?"

With that, he put the zither aside and began to brew tea. He elegantly poured two cups.

Sikong Jin paused for a moment, then finally walked over as well.

"I didn't expect you to be such a good pianist. I've had a lot of fun with you."

Sikong Jin took the tea from Di Beizun, took a small sip, inhaled, and nodded, "Good tea."

She leisurely put down her teacup, looked up at Di Beizun, and noticed that his expression was a little strange. After a moment of contemplation, she asked, "I just heard Feng Yang say that you are leaving by boat the day after tomorrow?"

Di Beizun raised his head and looked at her quietly, his eyes filled with a mysterious expression, but he did not answer.

Sikong Jin didn't ask any more questions. She tilted her head back and drank the tea in her cup. She stared at Di Beizun for a long time before saying softly, "Sigh, what should I do? I'm really a little reluctant to part with you. Although you've tricked me many times, it's still a very pleasant thing to be friends with you. Thank you!"

Picking up her teacup, Sikong Jin suddenly felt a strange sense of melancholy. "And about yesterday, thank you. I'll toast you with tea instead of wine."

Emperor Beizun suddenly sighed softly, gazing at Sikong Jin with a deep look in his eyes. "Sikong Jin, you are a very special person. At least I have some admiration for you."

"Admire? I thought you would say you like me as a person. After all, many people find it hard to resist someone with my demeanor and talent. That's what I call affability, the source of my personal charm."

Sikong Jin said in a serious tone.

"Approachability?" Di Beizun lowered his eyes with a half-smile. "You probably have no idea how many people outside want you to be torn to pieces, especially if they know your identity, and after you let Xing Qitian go..."

"You don't need to keep reminding me of these things. It's rare for me to feel relaxed and happy. Besides, it would be a waste to talk about such good tea."

A hint of weariness suddenly flashed across Sikong Jin's eyes, her expression becoming somewhat dazed. An unexpected dim light appeared in her starry eyes, carrying a faint feminine softness. She sighed, "After this parting, it's probably difficult for us to have another chance to meet. But I won't forget that I, Sikong Jin, still owe you a great debt. Once you've thought it through, you're welcome to come to Dayong anytime to ask me to fulfill my promise. Don't worry, I won't renege on my debt."

There was a hint of sincerity in those words.

Di Beizun turned slightly to the side, leaned forward a little, and looked calmly at the ever-changing clouds in the sky. A nonchalant smile suddenly appeared on his cold and beautiful face. "I have said that I will not make a deal without a reward, so I will definitely make you fulfill this condition."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Sikong Jin readily nodded, then after a moment's thought, added politely, "Your Highness, while imperial power and state affairs are important, health is the foundation of everything. Please take good care of yourself."

After speaking, the two fell silent. After a long while, Sikong Jin suddenly withdrew her gaze, turned around calmly, hesitated for a moment while looking at the guqin next to Di Beizun, and finally bent down to pick it up. With a neat turn, she sat on the stone bench next to her, and the guqin landed steadily on her lap.

Her slender, white fingers gently plucked the strings a few times, and then a series of clear and melodious notes rang out, carrying a strange melancholy, tinged with a faint warmth, like a gentle breeze carrying a delicate fragrance flowing slowly through the heart...

For a moment, Di Beizun was lost in thought, a faint smile slowly curving his lips. That smile made the world pale in comparison, and a moment of tranquility settled in his unfathomable pupils.

Sikong Jin kept her head down, her fingers flying across the strings of the zither. A rare tranquility and serenity appeared on her beautiful, fair face. Her flamboyant robes swayed and danced in the cool breeze, and viewed from afar through the soft, warm sunlight, she seemed almost unreal...

After the piece was finished, neither of them spoke for a long time.

A gentle breeze stirred, carrying fallen petals that drifted and landed softly on the strings of the zither. Sikong Jin took a breath and reached out to pick them up, but just as her fingertips touched the soft petals, a large, cool hand beat her to it, and her delicate hand unexpectedly rested on the back of his hand...

"The piece is quite unique, what's it called?"

Emperor Beizun merely pressed the petal slightly, without immediately withdrawing his hand.

Sikong Jin paused for a moment, then slowly moved her hand away, picked up the guqin and stood up slowly. She put the guqin aside and walked down the steps indifferently.

"I'll tell you when we have another chance to meet."

Her last words lingered in the air, like a gentle breeze passing through a dense forest, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

……

Sure enough, around noon, news spread that General Su, the captain of the Crown Prince's guard in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, had saved Sikong Jin. Everyone knew that Sikong Jin was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and that she was only saved by the timely intervention of the Crown Prince.

In the afternoon, Sikong Shu, the head of the Sikong family, arrived at the Crown Prince's residence in the north of the capital with a large entourage of subordinates and generous gifts. Feng Yang, the commander of the Great Zhou Imperial Guards, greeted him at the entrance.

"General Feng, where is the Crown Prince of the Northern Empire now? Is he in good health?"

Sikong Shu had a broad smile on his old face, but his aged eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

Feng Yang also politely returned the greeting by clasping his hands in a fist salute to Sikong Shu, saying, "Thank you for your concern, Patriarch Sikong. His Highness the Crown Prince is well."

"General Feng, you are too kind. Your Highness the Crown Prince of Dibei is an honored guest of my Great Yong. It is only right that I take notice of you. Moreover, Your Highness saved my grandson, Sikong Jin, this time. You are truly a great benefactor of my Sikong family. To express my gratitude, I have specially prepared some small gifts. I hope Your Highness will accept them. I wonder if I may have the honor of meeting Your Highness?"

Sikong Shu's tone seemed to have a hint of flattery as he winked at the person next to him, and his attendant immediately presented the gifts.