Enter Chang Xiangsi and help Jingzhai fight

As soon as she said this, Tu Shanjing looked at Feng Long, Feng Long looked at Rong Xin with squinted eyes, and Rong Xin lowered his head, not daring to breathe.

Being mentioned suddenly, I was unprepared and attracted Yue Liang's attention. He tilted his head to look at me, took a sip of wine, and smiled, "Oh? This girl looks a little familiar."

I lowered my head and pretended to be shy, but in fact I didn't dare to speak out loud for fear of being recognized by him.

He shook his wine glass and said, "It just so happens that your banquet is bland and a bit boring, why don't you ask Master Qingqiu and this girl to play the zither and sing a song?"

Feng Long frowned slightly, stood up and said: "Your Highness, Jing and the others are not singing for money--"

"It's okay." Tu Shanjing stood up, straightened his lapel, and gave Fenglong a look.

Fenglong sat down angrily, drank a large glass of wine, then put the glass heavily on the table, then waved at Rong Xin.

After receiving the order, Rong Xin winked at a servant beside him, then ran out of the door to pick up the piano.

Yue Liang looked at Feng Long and smiled, "That's right, look, Master Qingqiu's master has said that everything is fine, why are you so anxious, Master Feng Long!"

Chen Rong Xinyue also noticed something was wrong, but didn't dare to say anything. She could only hold the clothes on her knees tightly with both hands.

Tu Shanjing said calmly, "When I sell pianos, there are buyers who can't play and want to give them away. In order to let them hear the sound, I occasionally play for them. If they can hear it, His Highness will hear it even better."

Yue Liang laughed loudly and said, "Haha, that's right! Young Master Qingqiu is indeed worthy of his reputation! Just sing the one from that day, what's so funny."

Tu Shanjing turned around and I looked up at him. There was no expression on his face, neither anger nor shame.

But I knew he was secretly angry.

Normally, even when he doesn’t smile, his expression is gentle and calm, just like the spring breeze. People can’t see the spring breeze, but they can feel that they are in it.

At this moment, a cold air secretly surrounded him, just like the cold wind in early winter. Although it did not chill people to the bone immediately, it was faintly the prelude to a snowstorm.

Feeling my gaze, he looked at me, his expression softened, and he nodded slightly. I followed him to the center of the hall.

The clever maid brought a cherry wood stool, and we sat down facing the main seat, waiting for Qin to arrive.

Rong Xin was a quick man indeed. Soon he and another servant brought the zither with great swiftness and placed it on the table in front of him.

He played the piano smoothly with his slender fingers, and then looked at me after making sure the pitch was correct.

I nodded, and he plucked the strings with his fingertips. Instantly, the sound waves flowed in the hall, and the music was melodious. I sang along with his music, secretly admiring him for being able to remember the tune that I only hummed to him once that day after such a long time.

Feng Long's face looked better, and he raised his lips slightly and looked at us with his wine glass, as if he was relived. Chen Rong Xinyue opened her mouth wide, looking surprised and intoxicated. Yue Liang put one hand on his forehead and tapped the table with the other hand, staring at me without blinking.

At the end of the song, Yue Liang stood up and applauded, praising: "Seeing is believing! I have heard the singer in the palace sing "A Laugh in the Sea", but compared with you, the one playing the piano becomes a cripple, and the one singing is simply compared to a mute!"

Tu Shanjing stroked the zither and said leisurely, "Your Highness, thank you for the compliment."

Yue Liang walked around the table and came over, his shadow falling over my head.

"And you, I remember you." He pointed his finger at me in the air.

"I remember I asked Meng Long, and he said your name is Jingxiang. But just now Sister Xinyue clearly called you Lanxiang. What, do you look down on the young master under my command and refuse to tell me your real name? Do you know that lying to him is the same as lying to me?!" He rolled his eyes, and a ruthless and cruel light shot out of his eyes, like an extremely sharp ice knife, sharp and cold, which would cut me all over.

Tu Shanjing stood up and was about to speak, but Yue Liang interrupted him: "I remember that you have some ink in your belly, and you can compose poems very quickly. I don't believe that you can compose songs that quickly? Today, you have half an incense stick of time to compose a new song and lyrics. If you can't sing it or compose it badly... Humph, do you still remember our 'good time'?"

Yue Liang grinned wickedly, his eyes roaming all over my body and face, looking shameless.

I didn't expect him to be so shameless that he wanted to snatch me away in public. I think one reason is that he was angry that he couldn't find any flaws in Tu Shanjing, so he wanted to use this to weaken his momentum, and the other is to take me back and use coercion, bribery, or torture to get the truth about the transportation of the goods.

Chen Rong Xinyue couldn't sit still any longer. Perhaps she felt that she was partially responsible for the situation. She stood up, smiled slightly, bowed, and advised in a tender voice: "Your Highness, there must be some misunderstanding here. You are a magnanimous person. Why bother with a little girl like her? Besides, this is a banquet at my house. If you don't consider Brother Jing's face, consider my face!"

Yue Liang smiled evilly, with a hint of cold sarcasm in his smile, which made people feel uncomfortable, as if he was saying, who the hell do you think you are, and why do you have the face in front of me?

As expected, he said, "Sister, it's not that I don't give you face, but she doesn't give face to me, the dignified Xuanyuan prince. Just think about it, a mere maid dares to lie to me and humiliate me. Where is my face as a prince? If this gets out, how can I rule in the future?! Unless——"

He glanced at Tu Shanjing and continued, "Unless someone doesn't recognize me as the prince!"

After he put on this big hat, Chen Rong Xinyue was speechless. She bit her lip, blushed and sat down angrily. Yue Liang walked towards his table with his hands behind his back.

I took this opportunity to look at Tu Shan Jing, and there was actually a faint smile on his lips, looking as gentle as the breeze and the bright moon.

He trusts me very much.

When I realized this, the little anxiety in my heart disappeared, and was replaced by a warm feeling. In his mind, I was a capable person who could handle this matter independently without him having to spend any effort. This kind of tacit understanding was quietly developed during our daily interactions.

I don't know if Yue Liang was blinded by the title of Qingqiu Young Master. Just now, he saw him playing smoothly and guessed that it was a piece composed by Tushan Jing. I don't have this ability, so he was bound to stumble again. I thought to myself that although I don't have this ability, there are people who do. My ability to remember is enough.

He walked quickly to his desk, turned his back and said, "The countdown has started. Don't try to delay the time by any tricks, and don't think of asking others to help you cheat."

I said, "Your Highness, it's done."