C440 Emotional heart

Feng Yunzheng's pair of deep and gentle eyes fell on her body. His hopes for her, from his previous life to this life, had experienced layers upon layers of blood and suffering, and only then did he hope to meet with her under the peach blossom tree.

Actually, the Feng Yunzheng after his rebirth was not a gentle person. On the contrary, in a place that she couldn't see, he was extremely vicious, merciless, and did not have anyone in his eyes. His methods were not the least bit inferior to Lian Rue's.

He had secretly executed many of Feng Qianyue's subordinates, and had even used strategies and strategies to imperceptibly consolidate his power. Right now, he had secretly cultivated many trusted aides, and they had already quietly surpassed Feng Qianyue by quite a lot. They were gradually being able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the eighth prince, Feng Ye, and they were also becoming more and more powerful.

He had already plotted that, in the future, even if he couldn't become the next emperor, he would still be a powerful force that the new monarch feared. No one would be able to rashly kill him.

All of these required extraordinary methods and extraordinary decisiveness.

However, every time he faced Lian Ruyue, he would unconsciously show her the warmest side. Even though he had just killed a person a moment ago and turned around to face her, he would still have the same smile. He simply couldn't bear to reveal anything bad to this child.

"Yue Er, you're here." He placed the flute in his palm and said softly, his face revealing a smile that was like the spring breeze.

Lian Ruyue stood in front of him. She was wearing a water-blue dress with gold fringes, a moon-white silk dress, and a crane cloak with white fox skin on top of it. Her hair was tied up in a bun with a jade-green Seven Treasures Exquisite hairpin; she looked simple and elegant, exuding the romantic aura of a young girl.

She said, "I followed the flute music over. I didn't expect that your Highness' flute music would be so pleasant to listen to. I've never heard it before."

"I've never had the chance to play it for you before. If you like it, then you can play it for me from now on." Feng Yunzheng looked at her, his gaze somewhat unable to leave her.

"It would be better if Your Highness taught me." Lian Yue suddenly thought of something and asked, "What was that tune you just played?"

"This was originally the story of Si Ma Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun who created the ancient zither song 'Phoenix Cry for the Phoenix'. I changed it a little and played it out with a flute tune, which has a slightly different flavour. If you want to learn, I'll teach you right now. Come sit here, it's not good for you to stand here for too long. "

Feng Yunzheng pointed at the peach tree in front of them. There were tables and chairs, and on the table were some fragrant tea and small spots. Night Wind and Leng Mei saw the two coming over and nodded slightly.

"Come." Feng Yunzheng let Lian Ruyue walk in front while he followed behind. For some reason, the usually calm and indifferent Lian Ruyue's heartbeat actually sped up a bit.

Perhaps, it was because the beautiful scenery of the peach blossoms and the melodious sound of the flute were too moving.

Her foot stepped on a rock and slipped, causing a sound to ring out. Feng Yunzheng's hands were quick enough to grab her back, which coincidentally was leaning against his firm and firm chest.

Lian Ru Yue was startled. Although the last time they came into contact when they fell to the bottom of the cliff, this was the first time she almost fell into his embrace. She was immediately surrounded by a strong aura.

She was busy about to stand up straight, but Feng Yunzheng had already held her shoulders and brought her steadily to the front of the chair to sit.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Her face was slightly red, and she used the moment of lowering her head to conceal her embarrassment.

It was rather strange, but now — she could be said to be vicious and merciless. No matter when she executed someone, she would never show mercy to them, and no matter when she appeared in front of the crowd, she would always be cold and aloof. There were even many people who were very afraid of her, and when they heard the sound of her footsteps, their hearts would tremble.

However, when she was with Feng Yunzheng, she couldn't help but loosen up and reveal a hidden side to him.

"How's your foot?" Feng Yunzheng sat down beside her and asked.

"It's alright. I just slipped and didn't manage to sprint." She stood up and said, "Please teach me. I want to learn. The song just now was too good."

"Alright." Feng Yunzheng placed the jade flute into her hand, "Hold on to the tip of your finger like this, close your lips, retract your lower jaw, flatten your tongue at the bottom of your mouth, retract your cheeks, and stabilize the corner of your mouth. Use your breath to blow out a small and concentrated wind gate in the middle of your lips …"

As he taught her, Lian Ruyue used his method to place the jade flute next to her lips and made a sound. However, compared to the sound of his weeping, Mu Ru Si's fluent flute, she was far inferior.

She knew how to play the zither, so she really didn't understand anything about the flute. He played it so well that she almost shed tears listening to him play it, but what she played sounded like the cry of a duck.

"I better not reveal my cowardice …" she said.

"Don't be in such a hurry. It's like this. Let's do it like this …" When Feng Yunzheng saw her somewhat discouraged appearance, he couldn't help but feel that she was even more adorable than usual. He then suddenly strolled behind her, and with his hands behind her back, he embraced her shoulders, held her small hand that was half clenched into a fist, and joined her in holding the jade flute, teaching her how to play the correct tune.

Although she was calm, decisive, and had already lived for two lifetimes in her heart, the one in her embrace was clearly only a child's body. She was only fourteen years old, and from the looks of the tall and big figure in his embrace, she was so petite and dependable that it caused him to want to do everything he could to protect her.

Feng Yunzheng suddenly tightened his grip on her hand. He couldn't help but tighten his arms, tightly embraced her, and whispered in her ear — —

"Yue Er …"

Lian Ru Yue suddenly felt her body become stiff after feeling the burning sensation on her back. She stood still as if her blood had frozen and her ears were burning. She was so red that it felt like blood was about to drip out.

In her previous life, she loved Feng Qianyue so much that he went insane. She was willing to give up everything for him, even at the cost of her disfigurement. However, in her memories, he had never hugged her like this before.

This was the first time she had experienced the feeling of being held like this. The embrace was firm, warm, and powerful —

As for Feng Yunzheng, he was also slightly trembling — after thinking about it a thousand times, he finally did it once.

Hugging her like this actually gave off the feeling of hugging the entire mountain and river.

"Your Highness …" Her voice was trembling as her body struggled slightly.

"Don't move." Feng Yunzheng slowly closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and slowly opened his eyes. Only then did he release her. His face, under the contrast of the peach blossoms, was actually a little flushed.

Lian Ruyue didn't know why, but she turned around and said, "I'm not going to learn anymore." As he spoke, he walked forward.

"Yue Er …" Feng Yunzheng stared blankly. He quickly took up his jade flute and followed closely behind her. He raised his eyes and carefully looked at her face and asked, "Are you angry?"