After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife always wanted to leave her father behind and keep her

Cheng Songan hurriedly covered her mouth, and seeing the deep look in Cui Yuanqing's eyes, she quickly pretended to be calm and let go, saying, "My Lord, go to sleep first, I still have something to do."

After saying that, he hurried to the west room. He had to save the opportunity when it was easy to conceive, and there was no need to bother with it so much at other times.

Cui Yuanqing took off half of his shoes and immediately climbed back up. He took a step forward, grabbed her arm, pulled her back and said, "It's so late, what can you do?"

Cheng Songan felt that his voice was a little off. He was so close to her, and his warm breath sprayed on her neck, making her feel itchy. She shrank back uncomfortably and said, "It's my grandmother's birthday. I want to play 'Crane and Monkey Celebrating Birthday' for her. I have to practice hard."

Having said that, she struggled to get out from in front of Cui Yuanqing and quickly ran to the west. If she was a step later, his erratic heartbeat would have made her chest go haywire.

The zither sent by the Duan family was named "Ya Nong" and was often placed on the table in the west room. Cheng Songan opened the curtain and gently plucked it with his hand. Suddenly, a sound of zither sounded in the quiet Yunxiang Pavilion.

"Practicing the piano in the middle of the night, and it sounds so bad." Cui Yuanqing leaned against the door, crossed his chest, and said unhappily, "How can I sleep?"

Among the arts of calligraphy, chess, and painting, Cheng Songan is only proficient in poetry and books, but not in the other three. This is because she was so depressed in her previous life that she focused on knitting and needlework, wanting to be a good wife. In terms of talent, she is far behind Cheng Wanxin.

If she were a man, it would be difficult for her to be truly devoted to her virtuous wife who was as wooden as a stick and did not understand romance. She might even fall in love with a bright and attractive girl like Cheng Wanxin.

Cheng Songan suddenly thought that Cheng Wanxin was best at playing the zither, and Cui Yuanqing could play the qin, the two of them were a true perfect match!

When she thought of this, she felt a pang of bitterness in her heart, which made her virtuous behavior in her previous life seem like a joke. Cheng Songan felt a tightness in her chest and she hooked the strings of the zither heavily with her hand as if she was angry. Immediately, a harsh sound came from the room.

Taxue was on night duty today. When she heard the noise, she hurried into the house. Seeing Cui Yuanqing was also there, she lowered her head, looked at Cheng Songan with concern, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with grandma?"

Cheng Songan said angrily: "This piano is not good."

Cui Yuanqing looked at her and said coldly, "Why play the strange zither if you can't do it well?"

Cheng Songan glared at him and said angrily, "No more playing, sir, go back to sleep."

"You're making trouble for no reason!" Cui Yuanqing spat out a few words and turned back to his bedroom.

Taxue came forward and advised: "Grandma, the piano is not good, my hands hurt, let's not play it anymore."

Cheng Songan laughed when she heard this. This girl always liked her. But she was still angry with Cui Yuanqing and Cheng Wanxin. She was angry but not convinced, and she played the music again according to the score.

Taxue stood aside and said with a smile: "Even if the piano is not good, grandma plays it well."

Cheng Songan was coaxed by her until she completely lost her temper and finally calmed down to play the piano. It's not that she knows nothing about it, she also played it when she was a child, but if she didn't practice, her piano skills would become rusty in three to five months, not to mention that she had wasted so many years.

After playing for a while, she felt pain in her fingers, so she stopped, rubbed her fingertips, and frowned.

"Children play better than you." Cui Yuanqing turned back, holding a book in his hand and threw it directly at her.

Cheng Songan was nearly hit and was about to get angry, but when she picked it up, she realized it was a book of reduced-character notation, which was much simpler than the ancient notation book in her hand.

Before she could say anything, Cui Yuanqing walked behind her, dragged a stool and sat down.

He placed his hands on the strings, and Cheng Songan seemed to be held in his arms intentionally, and then he plucked the strings a few times casually.

Cheng Songan was a little confused and turned back to look at him blankly. Cui Yuanqing's handsome eyebrows were not as cold as before. Under the candlelight, they looked as gentle and relaxed as jade.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little ambiguous, and Taxue quickly covered his mouth and retreated.

"Why are you daydreaming? Are you going to practice again?" Cui Yuanqing grabbed her hand, placed it on the piano, and taught her to play the piano in this half-holding position.

This was a scene that she had never dared to imagine in her previous life. If she had not died once, Cheng Songan would have been trapped in Cui Yuanqing's gentle trap at this moment.

Seeing that she was still in a daze, Cui Yuanqing chuckled faintly, still holding her in his arms, and began to play the piano himself. However, the sound of the piano was tortuous and seemed a little lingering and melancholy, and the tune was not "Crane and Monkey Celebrating Birthday" at all.

When the song ended, Cheng Songan's heart was moved, and he couldn't help asking, "What song is this? It's not the birthday song, I can still tell it."

Cui Yuanqing looked down at her, did not answer, then got up and went to the bedroom.

Cheng Songan curled her lips. It was just a song he could play. Why was he so arrogant that he didn't even say its name? She was intrigued by the piano music just now, so she continued to play a few more times according to his score, and it was indeed much better than before.

After Cui Yuanqing left, Taxue came in and advised, "Grandma, it's not too late to play again tomorrow. Watch carefully, or your eyes will get hurt."

Cheng Songan thought it made sense and decided not to do anything harmful to her body again in her life, so she obediently let go of her hand and got on the bed.

Taxue asked, "Grandma, aren't you going to sleep in the bedroom?"

Cheng Songan thought about the ambiguity of that moment, closed his eyes and shook his head.

Taxue pulled out the quilt from the room and covered her with it. Then she also lay down on the low couch by the window and stood by.

Cheng Songan, however, couldn't fall asleep, so he invited Taxue to chat and asked casually, "When did your young master learn to play the piano?"

Taxue thought for a moment and said, "When he was about ten years old, there were days when the young master felt quite depressed for some reason, so he practiced the piano all day to relieve his boredom."

Cheng Songan nodded lightly, he didn't expect that Cui Yuanqing would also feel depressed sometimes.

Taxue asked, "I also know the song that the young master just played. It's called Xisang."

Cheng Songan suddenly opened his eyes, tilted his head and asked for confirmation: "Xi Sang?"

Taxue nodded: "Yes, during that period, the young master often locked himself in the study to play this song. I went to clean the courtyard for him, and after cleaning, I sat on the stone bench to listen. He was not as cold-hearted and cold-faced as he is now. He often talked to us servants. It was he who told me about Xisang."

Cheng Songan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and an indescribable feeling filled his heart.

I murmured in my mouth: "I love you with my heart, how can I not say it? I keep it in my heart, how can I forget it?"

I don't know how much I love her, why can't I tell her? I can only hide her in my heart, and I don't know when I can forget her.

So what was he thinking when he was holding her and playing the zither just now? Was he imagining her as his concubine sister, playing the zither with her in harmony, or was he thinking about what Cheng Wanxin was doing at that time, whether she was playing the zither?