"If it's inconvenient, don't say it." Before Murong Sichen could think about it, Chai Qingyue said to Murong Sichen very considerately and gently, fearing that Murong Sichen would be even more unhappy.

Murong Sichen thought about it and there was nothing shameful about it. Instead, he sat in the chair of the Grand Master casually and said to Chai Qingyue a little lazy: "Actually, it's nothing, it's all old things."

"Hmm?" Chai Qingyue pretended to be very interested, but she guessed it in her heart.

Murong Sichen looked at Chai Qingyue with complicated eyes, and then said: "At that time, the father had just ascended the throne and became emperor, and there were not many concubines in the harem, and the mother was also favored at that time, so when I just showed a little interest in Xiao, my father gave me this Xiao."

Murong Sichen paused, and the memories of the past came to his mind bit by bit. After scrutinizing his thoughts, he continued to say: "But later, there were more and more concubines in the father's palace, and the frequency of the father coming to his mother's harem became less and less, and he stayed less and less. Later, the father simply stopped coming to his mother's palace."

A delicate face flashed through his mind. Murong Sichen closed his eyes in pain, paused for a moment before continuing: "Since my father fell in love with Concubine Shu, I have never seen my father in my mother's harem, so I slowly hid many of the things my father gave me, and I deliberately did not want to touch them."

"Yes." Chai Qingyue stood up and walked to Murong Sichen's side, covering Murong Sichen's eyes, and Murong Sichen also obediently closed his eyes.

Feeling the wetness of his palm, Chai Qingyue felt that he could not find anything to comfort Murong Sichen. After all, he grew up in a warm and harmonious family. Although his father sometimes demanded him very harshly, in general, Chai Qingyue still lived a very comfortable childhood.

Murong Sichen held Chai Qingyue's wrist and pressed her face. He felt Chai Qingyue's silent comfort to him at this moment, and only one thought: the years are in bloom and the years are quiet.

For some reason, Murong Sichen suddenly felt that he had the first time in the past twenty years that he wanted to betray his father. He felt that there was nothing wrong with that high position. It was better to hold on to his lover's hand and slowly walk to the end of his life.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing that Murong Sichen had not taken action for a long time, Chai Qingyue took the initiative to comfort her, "The past has passed, don't think about it."

Murong Sichen didn't say anything, but felt that his heart was full of emotion, and nothing could be expressed in words. The voice of his mouth was also low, with a little nasal sound: "Well, yes, it's all over."

He stood up and pulled Chai Qingyue's hand, and Murong Sichen pressed Chai Qingyue into his seat: "Let's play a song together."

"Okay." Chai Qingyue stretched out her finger, hooked the strings a few times, and asked softly: "What do Si Chen want to hear?"

Murong Sichen thought for a moment and replied, "Just "The Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix".

"good."

The piano and flute were played in the room, and the Madam Liu outside the room also showed a gratifying smile. The relationship between His Highness and the Crown Princess is really deep in love. An old slave expressed his deep gratitude.

After the song, Murong Sichen's originally low and gloomy mood dissipated a lot, and his heart was rare calm and joy. It seems that music can really heal people's hearts, and the sound of the piano can also cleanse the soul.

"What should I do? I'll listen to you again." Murong Sichen, who received the sound of the piano, was in a good mood and began to act coquettishly with Chai Qingyue.

Although Chai Qingyue was extremely reluctant to admit it, she still had to admit that Murong Sichen, who acted coquettishly, was particularly cute, which made people unable to bear to say something to refuse, and it also made people want to touch their heads.

Thinking of this, Chai Qingyue had already reached out her hand, hey, the touch was pretty good.

"Ba." Murong Sichen reached out and patted Chai Qingyue's hand on his head with expressionless expression, and his tone was very unkind, "It's enough to touch it a few times, why are you still kneading it?"

"Of course it's because it feels comfortable to touch." Chai Qingyuexin replied quickly, and she didn't even think about it. "Do you want to try it too?"

Before Murong Sichen's answer was over, Chai Qingyue turned her head and looked at the person squatting beside her, and then saw Murong Sichen look at him with her chin open.

"Ahem."

Chai Qingyue's face turned red in an instant and had to use a dry cough to cover up her embarrassment. Her request was really...too unkind.

Where can anyone rub his head and play with it? This invitation from me is really stupid.

Murong Sichen smiled, raised his hand and touched his head, and smiled foolishly: "It seems that the touch is really good."

"Hehe, right?" Chai Qingyue also smiled, nodded in response, and changed the subject abruptly, "By the way, what do Si Chen want to hear? I'll play it for you."

Murong Sichen lowered his head and thought for a moment, and then answered: "Then let's play the song "The Breeze of the Moon and the Breeze" that Qingyue said before. I want to hear it."

"Okay." Murong Sichen responded with a smile, moved a stool and sat down beside Chai Qingyue. When Chai Qingyue played the first sound, she slowly leaned over, and finally leaned her head on Chai Qingyue's shoulder.

After another song, the room fell into silence for a long time. Murong Sichen closed his eyes and rested, as if he still reminisced about the sound of the piano just now.

Chai Qingyue also tilted her head and leaned against Murong Sichen's head. The two people whose head was infinitely close to each other were also very close at this time.

"It's very good to play." I don't know how long it took, but Murong Sichen praised, "The bright moon and the bright moon shine brightly, the breeze is gentle, the loneliness of drinking alone under the moon, the quiet and peaceful years, the nobleness of the world, the pride in ordinary days, Qingyue's piano skills are really superb."

Chai Qingyue's attainments in the guqin are half of famous teachers and high disciples, and half of them are her own talent. Therefore, Murong Sichen feels that he hasn't heard such a good sound in a long time.

"Should I thank you for your praise?" Chai Qingyue was too lazy to reach out, and directly nodded Murong Sichen's head with her head, smiling naughtyly and cunningly, revealing a pair of shallow dimples.

Murong Sichen waved his hand generously and replied: "You're welcome, I'm just telling the truth."
Chapter completed!