The Empress Behind the Veil

The Empress Behind the Veil
Chapter 451 Can Make Others Never Forget It Forever



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If not for Qinghao calling Bei Fengchen, Huang’er, Lan’er, Hong’er and the others might not know of his arrival.


Just then, the women stepped forward to greet them and said in a charming voice: “Prince..”.


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Bei Fengchen's bright moon-like handsome eyes swept across the three people one by one, from head to toe, in the end he said in a calm voice: “Huang’er, are you the one who just played the lute?”


Huang’er who was asked like that became confused and replied: “Capi? Who plays the lute?”


Qinghao saw Bei Fengchen frowning, himself rushing forward to explain: “Close to the forest garden in the eastern part.”


Huang’er shook his head and said: “No, Miss Bingxin does not like to listen to the sound of the lute, so I have not played it for a long time.”


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Speaking up to here, Lan’er and Hong’er also chimed in and said: “True, Miss Bingxin is really a strange person, she likes to dance, but she doesn't like to listen to the sound of the lute, every time he saw the zither then the look in his eyes was strange, as if he had such a heavy problem.”


“Then where is he?” Bei Fengchen did not answer more, but simply asked seriously.


Looking at the situation, Huang’er and the others also did not hide, after staring at each other, they pursed their lips and pointed to the east: “He just finished practicing dancing, he just finished practicing dancing, now that he might go rest in his favorite forest, the Prince could go there, should be able to see him there.”


Huang’er pointed towards the origin of the harp sound. A rope in Bei Fengchen's heart trembled, he turned around and walked there without saying a word.


At this moment, Qinghao and the others still did not understand the situation, they also rushed to follow.


The sound of the harp is still …


As they passed through the rocky path, they could see layers of lush trees blocking the sunlight.


The sound of birds chirping kept calling out, they flew with flapping wings. The scent of the earth carried an intoxicating aura, enveloping everyone and unable to be eliminated.


He has studied lutes for years, knowing that playing lutes requires not only mastery of every note, but also artistic conception.


Huang’er thought his soy sauce skills were already outstanding, he was already included in the master of lute experts throughout Beifeng Country.


But the voice of the lute before him told him that this was the artistic conception he wanted to achieve throughout his life.


Such a feeling as if it could make others unable to forget it forever.


This kind of artistic conception makes others feel like they are in a dream and forget everything around them.


Although the sound of this lute was rather cold and sad, it could not stop the arrogance and loneliness expressed by the person playing the lute.


Huang’er did not know there was such a great person in this world, at this moment he was so eager to meet this person.


The so-called true friend is hard to find, maybe the point is like this. Huang’er knows that he does not deserve to call him a friend, but they are people who are on the same path, of course he wants to respect this senior.


Huang’er who is a lute expert alone has felt this person is so great, even Hong’er and Lan’er felt it. The two stared at each other first, then they looked at Huang’er who was stunned.


“Kak Huang’er, this ..”


Hong’er did not finish his words, Huang’er seemed to have noticed it, he immediately grabbed Hong’er's hand and said: “Let's go, we accompany the Prince to see him.”


When Bei Fengchen saw Leng Bingxin, he was crouching behind the rocks.


Leng Bingxin was leaning against the rocks, her white clothes were so clean, her long hair was draped down in front of her chest, she looked so clear between her hair that it looked a little messy.


Under the veil, there was a mysterious beauty. On top of the veil, the gaze of those eyes looked cold and also haughty.


Leng Bingxin was sitting cross-legged, a black lute was placed on her lap like that, she was tilting her head and focusing on her thoughts.


A light breeze started to blow, she seemed to be exiled from the world, even though she did not have a charming face, at this moment, you will also feel she looks like a Goddess.