Huajing went to ninglan and reported respectfully: "princess, Duke Ji, please see me."


    Ning Lan slightly raised her eyebrows and said faintly, "bring him over?"


    Jisuo walked to Ning Lan''s body in small steps, walked respectfully, and kowtowed: "my servant kowtowed to the princess."


    "Tell me what you have!"


    "Report back to the princess. The king ordered the slaves to send the sound of heaven."


    From heaven? What on earth is Yelv Hamming playing? Why did you suddenly change your attitude and treat her better?


    "The palace knows. Do you have anything else to report? If not, go down!"


    "Report back to the princess. I have nothing else to report. I''m leaving."


    Jisuo withdrew from the cold palace, sweating on his head and Thinking: how does the princess feel like a piece of ice? Cold! How did the king like a piece of ice? It seems that he needs to work harder to understand the princess''s preferences. It''s not certain that she will leave the cold palace one day. With her Princess identity, the harem will not be her biggest in the future? Don''t mention the cold palace first. The king made an order to be served by a waiter before he left the cold palace! He followed the king for so many years. It was the first time he had seen the king work so hard for a woman


    Ning Lan saw that after giso left, the cold on her face subsided in an instant, and there was more joy on her calm face. Did she send her Guqin? Whatever his purpose, it was always a pleasure for her to send Qin.


    Huajing saw Ning Lan touching the Guqin and asked softly, "does the princess want to caress a song?"


    Ning Lan looked at the flower scene, smiled and sat down slowly. Her green jade fingers had fallen on the strings, and the beautiful notes slowly flowed out of her fingertips.


    The magpie, weeding among the flowers, suddenly stood up and said in surprise, "madam, do you hear the sound of the piano? It''s so beautiful!"


    The late imperial concubine slowly stood up from the flowers, raised her eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "the sound of the piano? Magpie, isn''t there a cold palace? How can someone play the piano in the cold palace?"


    The magpie nodded and asked, "madam, there is the cold palace. What song is this? It''s really nice!"