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This is a song of ambush from all sides.

It tells the story of the ups and downs of a battlefield from the beginning to the end. Several short segments include the grandiose review of troops, the flashing of swords and the earth-shaking battles, and finally the endless desolation and sorrow at the end.

During the first paragraph, the string of the pipa in the Liu family girl's hand broke.

She looked disappointed and annoyed, but since things had come to this point, she had no choice but to stand up, bow in the direction of Prince Ding, and returned to her seat dejectedly.

When it came to the second part, perhaps because he was a little tired from dancing with the sword for too long, during a turn, the imperial sword in Ding Yuqiao's hand slipped out of his hand and almost hit his foot.

"Qiao'er!" Mrs. Ding couldn't help but exclaimed and stood up hurriedly.

When she saw her daughter quickly stand up and pick up the sword from the ground, she bowed to everyone with some apology and said, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

Concubine Zhou immediately comforted her, "It's good that you're not hurt. Miss Ding has been dancing for so long, she must be tired, Madam, don't worry."

Mrs. Ding was still frightened. "Yes, I'm glad you're okay."

As he said this, he looked at his daughter with a distressed look on his face. There was no blame at all, only full of worry.

Ding Yuqiao had a very good temper. When she left, she nodded to everyone, picked up the sword and sheathed it, then slowly returned to her seat without showing too much regret.

In just a moment, there was only one noble lady left in the field.

The second daughter of the Cui family, Cui Wanru.

Her father is now the chief academic officer of the Imperial College, but he is only a third-rank official. However, the Cui family is a century-old family in the Dongrui Kingdom.

The Cui family has its roots in Ganzhou. There are countless clansmen, most of whom are well-read. Many of them have become Jinshi (imperial examination candidates). They are a family of scholars with a profound heritage and have a very high reputation among the people of Dongrui.

The Cui family has a good reputation of "generously producing literary giants".

As everyone looked at her, they suddenly felt that they had underestimated this inconspicuous girl who was as quiet as a chrysanthemum. But now, after taking a closer look, they felt that she was beautiful and dignified, with an elegant scholarly air and excellent temperament.

If such a woman were to be Princess Ding, it would seem quite suitable, right?

Everyone had different thoughts, but Xiao Cong remained calm.

His fingers plucked the strings skillfully, his voice was elegant, but the sound was desolate and sad.

Emperor Tai'an was touched and turned to look at his son with a sentimental look on his face.

It's not like he hasn't heard Xiao Cong play the piano before, but this time when he listened to "Ten Miles of Ambush", he sensed a different flavor.

Suddenly I felt that my eldest son has really grown up.

He didn't grow up just because he wanted to get married.

But when he could remain calm and expressionless, yet still fully interpret the mood of the piece of music, he had already grown up.

In that case...then he felt relieved.

When the song ended, Xiao Cong stopped writing, and Cui Wanru also stopped writing.

A long painting had been spread out on the desk in front of her, which was a landscape depicted based on the music played by Xiao Cong.

When several palace maids carefully held the scroll and walked in front of Concubine Zhou, all the female relatives could not help but admire it, and Yun Ling was also fascinated by it.

It is really that Miss Cui's painting skills are too superb. Although each painting is a simple outline in ink, every stroke is just right, capturing the artistic conception of each song on the scroll.

Concubine Zhou ordered someone to get a set of expensive writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone to give to Cui Wanru.

When the painting was presented to Emperor Tai'an and Xiao Cong, Emperor Tai'an nodded in appreciation and said to Zhao Sanbao, "Bring the paperweight on my desk and give it to Miss Cui."

Xiao Cong said to Emperor Tai'an: "Father, I have a question I want to ask Miss Cui."

Emperor Tai'an patted his shoulder and said, "Go ahead. I will take care of everything for you."

In front of Emperor Tai'an, no one dared to say that Xiao Cong acted inappropriately.

Xiao Cong stood up from his seat and walked slowly towards the pavilion where the young ladies were.

When they were close enough for a clear conversation, he stopped and stood still.

At this moment, all the ladies in the pavilion blushed slightly, and their expressions were inevitably a little shy.

Only Cui Wanru stood there calmly and asked, "Greetings to His Royal Highness Prince Ding. Does His Royal Highness have anything to say?"

There was a faint smile on her lips, and her pronunciation was clear and clear, which was particularly pleasant to the ear.

At this moment, Xiao Cong felt that if Princess Ding was Cui Wanru, that would actually be fine, and he would not reject it.

But he still wanted an answer.

He nodded slightly towards Cui Wanru and said politely, "Ms. Cui's paintings are very good. I was impressed by her painting skills after seeing them, but..."

"The meanings expressed in Miss Cui's paintings are all in harmony with the meaning of the zither, which shows that Miss Cui is also someone who understands the zither. But why did Miss Cui not paint the lonely finale of House of Flying Daggers in the last painting, but chose to paint a desolate yet majestic lonely city and the high-flying flags on the city wall?"

"I wonder what Miss Cui means? Can you tell me about it? If Miss doesn't want to, that's fine."

When Cui Wanru saw that His Royal Highness Prince Ding kept referring to himself as "me" when he asked for advice, she began to feel a bit of favor towards him.

Therefore, he bowed and replied: "The story of the King of Western Chu committing suicide at Wujiang River is too tragic. I have never liked such stories. I think that since he has the ambition to lead people to the war, he should have made full preparations. Otherwise, where would those who followed him be placed?"

She raised her clear eyes and looked at Xiao Cong. "To escape from trouble is what a coward does, and to act without preparation is what a reckless man does. So I thought, if I were him, or if another hero were him, I would use my own strength to try to rewrite the ending. I hope he can have an indestructible and unbreakable city to protect himself and his family..."

“Finally, I got what I wanted.”

Xiao Cong looked at Cui Wanru deeply.

Cui Wanru looked back with a smile.

The two just looked at each other, already understanding each other's choice.

When a smart person speaks, he gets the answer he wants between questions and answers.

The atmosphere around began to become strange, and many people began to have a look of disgust on their faces.

Emperor Tai'an laughed out loud at this time, "Little girl from the Cui family, how is my son's piano skill?"

Cui Wanru bowed from a distance and replied, "Your Highness's zither skills are unrivaled in Ruidu. It is a blessing for us to have the honor of listening to your performance today."

"Would you like to listen to it often in the future?"

The meaning of this statement is very clear.

No matter how calm Cui Wanru was, she couldn't help but blushing.

She glanced at Xiao Cong secretly, and seeing that he was still looking at her with a smile, she immediately felt her face getting hot.

Looking back at her mother, Cui Wanru saw that she looked very happy, so she nodded and said, "Your Majesty, please make the decision."