The naughty and cowardly little crybaby sold himself out

Chapter 134 My husband will come to me whether he is alive or dead!

The first meeting was very uncomfortable.

"Go and rest for a while."

Fuso directly carried Chu Jian to the inner room and sat her on the bed. He then gave her a tranquilizing pill and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Chu Yang, you are just a weak woman and cannot change the fate of the country."

When I first saw it, my head was buzzing and endless sadness came over me.

Fusang gently hugged her in his arms, "Chuyang, if the War King is really dead, there will be civil unrest in Lingyin, and Beisai and Nanbang will definitely take the opportunity to divide Lingyin. By then, Lingyin will be in chaos, war will continue, and the people will suffer. Chuyang, don't go back, it's too dangerous, stay with me, let me take care of you, okay?"

"No, the War King will not die, and Lingyin Country will not be destroyed!"

Chu Jian used all her strength to push him away, not because Fusang hugged her so tightly, but because she was so sad that she had no strength left.

"Chu Yang..." Fusang saw that she was about to fall and reached out to protect her.

When I first saw him, I hid inside.

"Fusang, I am someone else's wife, carrying someone else's child, don't have such thoughts. My husband will come to me, and if he doesn't come to me, I will go to him!"

"I'm talking about if, if..."

"No ifs! If my husband knew I was alive, he would come to find me whether he was alive or dead!"

"Okay, okay, no ifs, no ifs, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't get excited, it will be bad if you get a miscarriage." Fusang patted her back gently, "Lie down first, your War King is so powerful, he won't die so easily."

When they first met, they were facing inwards and silent. Fuso didn't say anything either, but just stayed with her silently until she fell asleep.

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When Chu Jian woke up, the lights on the Changzhou stage were already on and music was playing.

Chu Jian rubbed her eyes, feeling a little headache, and turned over. The little guy in her belly kicked her several times.

"Madam, you're awake." Lu Yi came over immediately after hearing the voice and helped her sit up. She also fetched water for her to wash her hands and face. "Madam, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

"I don't want to eat now, where's Fuso?"

"Young Master and Master Banxia have met some acquaintances and are now playing chess in the Seven Stars Tower. Do you want me to go over and call him?"

"No, just help me walk around, my back hurts a bit."

She needed to distract herself. The baby was unstable and she couldn't get too emotional, lest she upset the baby.

"Okay." Green helped her up and put a cloak on her.

"Madam, it's raining outside. Let's walk around in this building for a while, and then I'll take you upstairs to listen to Sister Xinyue playing the piano, okay?"

"Okay." Chu Jian walked around for a while and felt his back was much better before going upstairs.

On the top floor of Baoqin Pavilion, a woman in plain clothes sat in front of a guqin, apparently studying the music score.

"Sister Xinyue." Lu Yi shouted.

Xinyue turned around and saw the two of them, and quickly stood up and saluted, "Miss Chu."

"Miss Xinyue." Chu Jian also returned the greeting. "Lvyi said that you are an excellent pianist, so I came here specially to ask for advice. I wonder if Miss Xinyue is available?"

"It's convenient, please, Miss Chu." Xinyue smiled and led her to the zither, "Miss Chu, are you also a zither lover?"

"It's okay, I just play it occasionally, but I don't play it well." Chu Jian stroked the head of the guitar, "Your guitar is really beautiful."

"Well, this guitar is not only beautiful, but also has a great tone." Xinyue plucked it casually, and the tinkling sound like spring water came out.

"It sounds so nice." Chu Jian also fiddled with it.

"Miss Chu, can I play a song for you?"

"it is good."

Xinyue's piano skills are naturally superb, otherwise she wouldn't be the top performer in Baoqin Pavilion. Her technique and emotional investment, coupled with the scenery outside the building and the sound of rain, are very refreshing.

"You play really well." Chu Jian couldn't stop praising her.

"The sound of the piano is the voice of the heart, Miss Chu. Piano skills are just a few fingerings. You can master them with more practice. However, the feelings and perceptions expressed in composing a good piano score are different for each person."

"Well, I've learned a lesson."

"Miss Chu, would you like to try it? This is a rare and good piano. Although it is not the best in the world, it can be ranked among the best."

"Oh? Can it be compared with the best piano in the world?" The piano sounded really good when I first saw it. "Which piano is the best piano in the world?"

"The best zither in the world is in Lingyin Country. I heard it is collected by the War King. It is black with a hint of green..."

"Your name is Mo Qing, right?" Chu Jian took over the conversation.

"Yes, Miss Chu has seen it?"

"No, I just heard about it."

She felt so sad when she first saw it. That was the zither Jing Muyang gave her, but she couldn't recognize it. There were too many guests coming and going in Changzhou Terrace. If the news got out accidentally, it might bring danger to herself and Fuso.

"It is said that there is a fifty-stringed sword in the Zhan Palace..."

"It is ivory white with a hint of smoke. It is called Liyue."

Chu Jian said softly that she was not very good at playing the guqin, and could not play the fifty strings. Usually when she practiced the guqin, Jing Muyang would play the fifty strings to follow her.

The fifty-string instrument has another name, se.

"Yes, her name is Liyue." Xinyue felt that the emotion she was showing at the moment was very strong, "Miss Chu, come and give it a try."

"Yeah." Chu Jian sat down carefully. He hadn't touched the piano since the last time he played it on the boat. It had been several months, and his hands were already unfamiliar with it.

And as soon as she put her hand on it, her mind was filled with the image of Jing Muyang holding her in his arms and teaching her to play the piano, as well as the scene of their harmonious harmony.

My heart aches. Jing Muyang, is there any news about him now? Will the prince really not save him? Can he come back? Can he receive her letter? Will he come to pick her up?

Chu Jian finally played a note, but his hands were shaking so much that he just hung above the string and couldn't move his finger any further.

"Miss Chu, why don't we try again next time?" Xinyue asked softly.

Chu Jian did not say anything, but tried to remain calm and played a few more notes. After trying several times, she was finally able to play all the way through. The sound of the piano was sad and beautiful, and she sang softly:

"I'll be waiting here for you to come riding on the wind, day and night

I'll bury the liquor here and wait for your story to begin

……

I am waiting for you in the mortal world, waiting for you in the world, guarding outside the hustle and bustle

Embrace all the stars in your arms Thousands of rivers return and turn into a vast ocean

......"

In the Seven Star Tower.

"Listen! Listen, listen, listen!"

Banxia suddenly waved his hand to silence everyone in the room. He was a very loyal fan of Xinyue and had been listening attentively when Xinyue played the music just now. However, the style was not like Xinyue's.

"Did you hear that? It sounded like someone was playing the piano and singing. Was it Xinyue? It doesn't sound like her style of music."

Fusang pricked up his ears and immediately stood up, leaving a group of people behind and walked out. Everyone followed him. The Seven Stars Tower was right next to the Baoqin Pavilion, and the sad sound of the piano could be heard faintly.

The surrounding pavilions, where sounds of stringed instruments could be heard, became quiet. Many people gathered downstairs in Baoqin Pavilion. The piano skills could not be said to be very good, but the melodious singing attracted them, and everyone listened quietly with their heads tilted back.

"...

I'm waiting here for you to come across mountains and seas, stepping on clouds and smoke

I'm here to watch the world go by, no matter the wind or rain

......"

The voice came from upstairs, and the soft singing revealed endless longing and desire.

Early sun!

Fuso clenched his fists, waved his hand back, and Chimei quickly drove away the curious crowd.

Fuso quickly went up to the top floor, but as soon as he entered the house, someone stopped him in his tracks.

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