His eyes lowered.
Seeing Ji Wushang sitting there crying and still trying to play, Huangfu Jun'an burst into tears, crying, "Mother, Mother!"
Bei Gongminhao was startled and immediately pulled Huangfu Jun'an into his arms. "Don't disturb your mother, or she'll be in danger." Yes, if Huangfu Jun'an disturbed her, that Tuoba Heyan might definitely cause some trouble!
Bei Gongminhao glared at Tuoba Heyan with hatred, wishing he could rush forward and kill him! Why force Ji Wushang to be shrouded in endless sorrow again!
Ji Wushang's tears had already flowed into her mouth. At this moment, she could taste that bitter feeling, that heartbreaking and desperate feeling!
“
Dreams are hard to come by, may they eavesdrop? No answer, only the laughter of withered flowers.
Your smile is flawless, yet it has turned into the ends of the earth.
Is there any recourse in the face of death? Endless longing, endless memories.
She wept as she married, her life ending in emptiness, like a withered, yellowed flower.
"
After Ji Wushang finished singing the last note, he placed his hand on the strings, which still resonated with a mournful sound.
Ji Wushang stood there for a long time.
Everyone around fell silent.
Ji Wushang snapped out of his daze, raised his hand, wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, then stood up shakily, bowed to Tuoba Heyan, and silently returned to his seat.
On the silent violin, there were still a few drops of tears that had not yet dried.
“Only one in the world.” Tuoba Heyan looked at Ji Wushang. “Thank you, Princess Wushang, for bringing the ‘Song of No Sorrow,’ but it is truly too tragic.”
Ji Wushang remained silent, sitting at his seat as if no one else was there.
The people around looked at each other, most sighing, but some felt that those were all things of the past. Since Princess Wushang had lost her ex-husband, she should have forgotten him. How could she sing such a sad song to reminisce about the past? Didn't Fang say that she didn't want to come to Qingzhao?
Ji Wushang looked at the faces of the people around him and sneered.
I've written down everything that happened today!
Seeing that Tuoba Heyan's heart seemed to be drawn to Ji Wushang, Fan Lixue immediately said in a sweet voice, "Your Majesty, I am also thinking of playing a piece for you!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Tuoba Heyan sneered, "Then my beloved concubine, go and play that 'silent zither'. Let's see if you can play a tune. If you can, I will reward you!"
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☆、305 I want you to belong to me completely!
305. I want you to belong to me completely!
Ji Wushang snapped out of her grief, forcibly suppressing the bitterness in her heart. She sneered, "If they want to humiliate me, I will absolutely not stop them! If they want to die, I will even less stop them!"
Tuoba Heyan looked at Ji Wushang and saw a hint of coldness and mockery in her eyes, which made his heart sink.
"If Consort Fan cannot play the instrument, what punishment will she choose?" Tuoba Heyan quickly composed himself and looked at Consort Fan with his dark eyes.
"Then let me personally pour wine for Princess Wushang!" Fan Lixue knew about the last time she poured wine. If she poured the wine herself, she would definitely embarrass Ji Wushang to the point of hanging herself!
"Your Majesty grants your request." Tuoba Heyan's lips curled upwards. "Princess Wushang, you just played a beautiful piece of music. If you wish to reward me, what would you like?"
"Wu Shang wants to borrow something from the King!" Ji Wu Shang's eyes finally regained their focus.
Tuoba Heyan lowered her eyes slightly. "Princess, please speak freely." Her voice was already lowered; was this her intention?
"Wu Shang wants to borrow Qing Zhao's national treasure, the Pearl of the Sea!" Ji Wu Shang's cold voice echoed throughout the hall!
Everyone around was stunned, and Bei Gongminhao was even more surprised. She actually said she wanted the Pearl of the Sea in front of so many people! That was a national treasure, how could it be borrowed so easily?
"Your Majesty, you must not!"
"king……"
Tuoba Heyan immediately waved his hand to stop the ministers who wanted to object, and instead cast a cold gaze at Ji Wushang, "What does the princess want with the Pearl of the Sea?"
"Treat Nianlang's illness." Ji Wushang's gaze fell on Huangfu Jun'an, offering no further explanation, before turning his attention back to Tuoba Heyan. If he could lend him the Yuehai Pearl, he could overlook what had happened today!
Tuoba Heyan glanced at Huangfu Jun'an, "When I treated Nianlang, I did not realize that curing his illness required the Pearl of the Sea!"
That's because your medical skills aren't good enough! Ji Wushang's eyes turned slightly cold. "The Great Xia Zhou Dynasty has many strange treatment methods, which the King may not be aware of."
"Hehe, let's discuss this later!" Tuoba Heyan said in a deep voice. "You know that the Pearl of Yuehai is the national treasure of Qingzhao. How can we just lend it out like that? The princess can choose another reward!"
"Then Wu Shang doesn't need any reward." Ji Wu Shang's cold tone showed no respect whatsoever to Tuoba He Yan.
The surrounding ministers pointed and whispered, but Tuoba Heyan burst into laughter, "Hahaha, hahaha!"
Ji Wushang looked at his flamboyant smile, arrogant and wicked!
But when he looked up again, it was from that angle... Ji Wushang was suddenly startled. Nan Xuzong had smiled like that once in the study. At that time, he wondered, what would he be like if he became emperor? What would happen if his restrained domineering aura and kingly presence were to erupt?
"Then please think it over before you speak to me, Princess!" Tuoba Heyan's smile vanished, his tone turned icy, and his face was completely expressionless. "Consort Fan, you may now play your piece," he commanded.
Fan Lixue breathed a long sigh of relief; finally, all the attention was on her! It felt so good!
Fan Lixue looked at Ji Wushang with a provocative and smug expression, and then she moved gracefully to the zither platform.
Ji Wushang's cold eyes turned towards the direction of the silent zither. At this moment, Beigong Minhao was holding Huangfu Jun'an. Huangfu Jun'an looked at Ji Wushang and immediately nudged Beigong Minhao, "Uncle Beigong, Nianlang wants his mother to hug him, hug him."
“Okay.” Beigong Minhao nodded, then whispered softly in his ear, “Go, comfort her properly, and don’t let her be sad anymore.”
"Mm," Huangfu Jun'an replied.
Ji Wushang blinked as he looked at Huangfu Jun'an who had arrived before picking him up and placing him on his lap. "Good boy, Nianlang."
"Mother, don't be sad. My dear Nianlang, my sweet Nianlang." As she spoke, Huangfu Jun'an grabbed Ji Wushang's hand and blew on it.
Ji Wushang smiled and said, "Mother, don't be sad. Nianlang is such a good boy."
Meanwhile, Fan Lixue was already sitting on the cushion. She was also a little nervous. She had heard that the mute zither was truly mute, and only when it met a kindred spirit could it play the most beautiful music in the world. And this kindred spirit was naturally only one person.
But, was he really going to lose to her? No! He'd rather destroy this lousy zither than lose to anyone! Especially not to Princess Wushang, who had arrived so suddenly!
Ji Wushang adjusted the angle, hugged Huangfu Junan, and then looked at that self-righteous woman.
Yes, I didn't even know her name.
Fan Lixue stretched out her hand, but left it in mid-air. "Your Majesty, is this really the Silent Zither?"
"Then you'll have to ask Princess Wushang." Tuoba Heyan smiled, his gaze softening as he looked at Ji Wushang.
“It is indeed a mute zither!” Ji Wushang replied coldly, ignoring everyone’s gaze.
Fan Lixue calmed herself down and nodded, "Okay." She slowly lowered her hand and placed it on the strings. The strings were plucked slightly, but no sound came out.
Her face immediately showed some embarrassment. She looked around at the people around her, and then looked at Ji Wushang. Ji Wushang's face was expressionless at this moment. His beautiful face was expressionless at this moment, which made people feel even more that he was a celestial fairy holding a child and sitting on a lotus platform!
"You can't bring yourself to do it, my beloved concubine?" Tuoba Heyan said with a mocking laugh.
"I'm afraid Consort Fan is thinking about how to play a beautiful tune to please the King!" said An Su, the woman standing beside him.
Tuoba Heyan glanced at An Su, "Hehe, alright, let me hear what kind of music this is!"
Fan Lixue frowned. Fine, she might as well go all out!
She made up her mind and immediately plucked a string, which surprisingly made a "whoosh" sound! Ji Wushang and Beigong Minhao were both taken aback. Wasn't it supposed to be a mute zither? Shouldn't only someone who had undergone the phoenix's rebirth be able to play it? Wasn't it only Ji Wushang in this world who could play it?
But the next second, to everyone's surprise, Fan Lixue screamed, "Ah!" and instantly collapsed to the ground! Blood began to flow from her waist, her eyes widened in disbelief, then stared blankly at the ceiling, her pupils dilated, and she was no longer breathing!
It was Yaqin who killed Fan Lixue! Everyone around was shocked!
But we don't even know how they were killed!
Tuoba Heyan was surprised and immediately got down from his seat. He went forward to look at the mute zither instead of the dead Fan Lixue on the ground. "Mute zither, murder?" He turned his gaze to Ji Wushang, who was also stunned for a moment. "I, I don't know."
"You, you killed my Li'er!" At this moment, a minister almost crawled out from the ministers' seat, crying and shouting loudly!
Tuoba Heyan narrowed his eyes, recognizing the man as Fan Ruofeng, Fan Lixue's father.
Ji Wushang coldly watched as Fan Ruofeng crawled to Fan Lixue's side, then cupped her face in his hands, "Li'er, Li'er!"
"A proper burial." Tuoba Heyan waved his hand, then walked directly to the high seat.
He never frowned at the dead.
Ji Wushang remained expressionless, then hugged Huangfu Jun'an tightly, shielding him from the sight of the dead. "Good boy, Nianlang, are you scared?"
“Don’t be afraid, Nianlang!” Huangfu Jun’an whispered, resting his head on Ji Wushang’s shoulder.
Fan Ruofeng immediately stepped forward, pointing at Ji Wushang and saying fiercely, "You witch, you actually killed my Li'er with your zither! Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Please do justice, she is the murderer!" As he spoke, Fan Ruofeng turned his gaze to Tuoba Heyan, who turned and sat on the high seat, his gaze coldly fixed on Fan Ruofeng. Fan Ruofeng was terrified by Tuoba Heyan's aura and retreated, kneeling on the ground, not daring to utter another word.
Li'er? That's the famous Consort Fan Lixue in the palace!
Ji Wushang's cold gaze darkened slightly, then he looked at Tuoba Heyan on the high seat. "Wushang remembers, it wasn't Wushang who asked Consort Fan to play the zither. Besides, Wushang played without incident, but she died while playing. Everyone witnessed this. How could I have killed Consort Fan with the zither! Lord Fan had better consider what he should and shouldn't say, otherwise, Wushang could accuse you of slandering Wushang!"
"I believe His Majesty will handle this matter impartially!" Ji Wushang added coldly, then looked at Tuoba Heyan.
Fan Ruofeng listened, a hint of anger flashing across her face, but she dared not say anything more. Indeed, everyone had seen that it was Tuoba Heyan who had revealed this, while Fan Lixue had been overjoyed to play the zither; it was her own overestimation of her abilities that led to her death!
Tuoba Heyan's lips curled up. "This matter has nothing to do with Princess Wushang. It was an accident. No one knew that the mute zither could kill!"
"Yes." Fan Ruofeng had no choice but to nod. Tuoba Heyan waved his hand, and Fan Ruofeng glanced at Ji Wushang before returning to his seat, though he was filled with resentment!
"Please put away the mute zither, Princess Wushang!" Tuoba Heyan said, then waved his hand, and the mute zither flew up and was placed in front of Ji Wushang along with its stand. Ji Wushang quickly protected Huangfu Jun'an.
"Yes!" Ji Wushang put down Huangfu Junan, then took the mute zither and placed it in his arms.
This silent zither knows how to recognize its master, and it is also in great pain and sorrow... If Ji Wushang's tears had not fallen on the strings, how could this zither have feelings to kill?
Of course, no one knows this.
"I'm a little tired, please make yourselves at home!" Tuoba Heyan rubbed his temples, then turned and left.
The other ministers were slowly leaving the hall.
Fan Ruofeng looked coldly at Ji Wushang, snorted, and then walked out.
Ji Wushang narrowed her eyes and picked up Huangfu Jun'an. "Nianlang, are you hungry? Do you want your mother to take you to eat something?"
Huangfu Jun'an shook his head.
At this moment, Bei Gongminhao got up from his seat, walked to Ji Wushang, looked at her with a reluctant expression, and said, "Princess Wushang, I'm leaving now."
"Let's talk outside." Ji Wushang glanced around before walking out of the main hall.