Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

Xie Zhao was safely sent home by Fu Ling.The smell of alcohol was really uncomfortable, so he ordered someone to fetch water, took a bath early, and took advantage of the alcohol to sleep back into the cage.

It was dark when I woke up.

Xie Zhao put on his coat and went out, almost colliding with Bingwen who was about to enter.

Bingwen took a few steps back, carefully holding the food box in his hand.He opened the lid of the box and saw that the food inside hadn't spilled out, so he let out a sigh of relief and looked up at Xie Zhao: "Master, why are you making no sound when you walk?"

He snorted softly: "Fortunately, Bingwen stood still, otherwise you would be hungry for a long time if you spilled these vegetables."

Xie Zhao didn't eat anything at King Cheng's banquet today, but drank a lot of wine. Now when he woke up, most of the alcohol was gone, and his stomach was almost pounding with hunger.

Xie Zhao rubbed his belly, turned sideways and let Bingwen in: "Our Bingwen is really caring." He poured Bingwen with ecstasy soup, "And I have a heart-to-heart relationship—no, as soon as I wake up, you will bring food coming."

Although Bingwen knew that he was teasing him to play, he was still happy when he heard this.

He tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that were about to rise, coughed softly, and entered the house with his head held high, carrying the food box: "That's right, I've been by your side for almost ten years, and it's normal to be connected with you."

Taking out the food from the food box and putting them on the table, Bingwen continued: "For example, you must come back in the third prince's carriage in the afternoon. Although I didn't understand it for a while, I quickly understood your little plan. -"

Speaking of this, Bingwen turned to look at Xie Zhao, blinked and asked, "So did you succeed?"

Xie Zhao asked back, "Do you think I will fail?"

Under Bingwen's questioning eyes, he gathered his coat and waited for a while on purpose. After whetting Bingwen's appetite, he rolled his eyes with a smile and said triumphantly: "Silly Bingwen, of course it succeeded."

He clenched his fists to hide the increasingly obvious smile on his lips: "Now I have a confidant!"

Xie Zhao originally thought that Bingwen would be very happy, but after he finished speaking, he only saw Bingwen's face full of disappointment.

Bingwen muttered: "I still hope that the third prince can dampen your spirit." He looked like he had misunderstood the person, "He didn't last even a month..."

This Bingwen!

Xie Zhao immediately snapped his fingers on Bingwen's forehead, and said angrily, "Is there anyone like you who expects others to learn from your son?" He sat on his seat, picked up his chopsticks, and said, "I've been raising you for nothing all these years."

Bingwen knew that Xie Zhao was joking with him, so he was not afraid.

He asked Xie Zhao with a playful smile, "Then from now on, will you be able to enjoy the sound of the third prince's piano?"

Xie Zhao swallowed slowly, "Of course."

The young man has a good appetite, coupled with the fact that he didn't eat much that day, Xie Zhao finished his meal in less than a quarter of an hour.

The person who just woke up is of course not sleepy now, Xie Zhao stretched his waist, and said to Bingwen who was packing up the dishes, "You clean up first, I'm full, go for a walk in the yard."

Bingwen didn't take it seriously, and while putting the bowls and chopsticks back into the food box, he told Xie Zhao: "You should apply some mosquito repellent ointment before going out. There are many mosquitoes at night, so be careful not to get bitten on your face. Go out." It was a joke."

Xie Zhao waved his hand: "I will wipe it off."

After applying the ointment, Xie Zhao put on his coat and went for a walk in the garden.

After wandering around aimlessly, and finally turned to the wall, Xie Zhao unexpectedly heard the sound of the piano after a long absence.

He was overjoyed, and looked around a few times, guessing that no one would come over for a while, so he climbed up the tree familiarly, leaned on the top of the wall and looked down.

Sure enough, Fu Ling was playing the piano.

The sound of the piano was melodious, Xie Zhao rested his hands on his chin, quietly watching Fu Ling playing the piano.

A good-looking person playing the piano is of course also good-looking. The vast galaxy is in front of him, and the night wind blows the corners of his clothes. Xie Zhao looked at Fu Ling who was playing the piano with downcast eyes.

Obviously got what he wanted, but Xie Zhao couldn't help but let out a long sigh at this moment.

Of course Fu Ling noticed that such a big man was lying on top of the wall.

He raised his head and asked Xie Zhao, "Master Xie, why do you want to sigh?"

Then he got up, went to the bottom of the wall, looked up at Xie Zhao who was lying on the top of the wall: "I didn't play well, did I disappoint Mr. Xie?"

"On the contrary—"

Xie Zhao was full of distress: "What worries me is, after hearing such a beautiful piano sound like yours, how can I be able to listen to other people's music in the future?"

Little smiles floated in Fu Ling's eyes.

He said: "Master Xie is really good at making people happy."

Seeing that Xie Zhao was standing at such a high place and seemed to be wearing thin clothes, he said softly, "It's cold at night, Mr. Xie, please go back and rest earlier."

Fu Ling is playing the piano here, how could Xie Zhao be willing to go back?

Not only did he not want to go back, he even wanted to be closer to Fu Ling so that he could appreciate the sound of the piano better.

Fu Ling noticed his plan and was surprised: "Master Xie—"

It's a pity that before he finished speaking, Xie Zhao had turned over to the branch of a tree next to the wall of Fu Ling's house, and asked Fu Ling in a pretentious manner: "I don't know if Your Highness would like to let Xie Zhao come as a guest?"

He added: "If you don't want to, I'll turn it back."

Fu Ling couldn't laugh or cry, rubbed the center of his brows, and suddenly felt that he shouldn't be so indulgent to Xie Zhao——Xie Zhao belongs to the category of "you will open a dyeing workshop if you give three points of color", and he can be called a model of making progress.

He could only sigh, and said helplessly: "Master Xie wants to come, how can I not want to."

Xie Zhao entered Fu Ling's yard in this dishonorable way.

If Bingwen was by his side, he would have beat his chest and stamped his feet and said that I am sorry that the master is in the spirit of heaven. When he met these three princes, the etiquette that his young master has learned for many years has been left behind. Here comes the matter.

This is really contrary to the teachings of the saints!

Xie Zhao couldn't think of these things at this moment. He sat beside Fu Ling and asked Fu Ling, "Is Qi Lan not here?"

Fu Ling lazily plucked the strings with his right hand, and the Guqin made a quiet and ethereal voice: "He has something to do, and he will come over later."

As if thinking of something, he stopped plucking the strings, and turned to look at Xie Zhao: "Master Xie loves music so much that he is also very good at playing the piano?"

Fu Ling asked: "I don't know if I'm lucky enough to listen to Mr. Xie play the piano?"

Let him play the piano?

Xie Zhao clenched his coat unnaturally, and coughed dryly: "My zither... is far from being comparable to your Highness."

Xie Zhao's grandfather, Xie Hui, was proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. How could Xie Zhao, who was brought up by Xie Hui himself, be inferior?

Fu Ling only regarded Xie Zhaozai as modest: "There is no difference between Master Xie and I."

So Xie Zhao sighed, took the guqin from Fu Ling, and played a piece for him.

This song can be described as earth-shattering. After the sound of the piano, the birds startled up one after another, and even the fish in the water ran away, and the original quiet and peaceful atmosphere disappeared immediately.

The same guqin, in the hands of two people, can produce such different sounds, which is really strange.

After the song ended, Xie Zhao withdrew his hand, not daring to look at Fu Ling: "Your Highness, please believe that Xie Zhao is definitely not teasing anyone... This is indeed my true level."

He has always been energetic, but now he rarely hangs his head down and looks listless.

For a moment, Fu Ling couldn't tell what he was feeling, his fingertips were inexplicably itchy, and he wanted to touch his head.

But rationality told him that such behavior had crossed the normal limit, so he could only comfort him dryly: "Master Xie is the number one scholar today, and his literary talent is already very outstanding, so it's okay if he is not good at playing the piano."

Xie Zhao is indeed easy to coax.

Hearing Fu Ling's words, he raised his head, not a bit depressed, and echoed, "I see the same thing as Your Highness Hero."

Seeing him like this, Fu Ling was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

Xie Zhao looked at him with his chin propped up, as if he had thought of something, and said to Fu Ling, "Since we are already good friends, Your Highness doesn't need to call me Mr. Xie anymore—this will make us look very different."

Fu Ling asked him, "Master Xie, do you have a sign?"

Xie Zhao shook his head: "I haven't reached the crown yet, so I haven't taken the word yet."

Fu Ling was silent for a while, and a thought flashed through his mind, and he said according to his heart: "... Ah Zhao?"

Xie Zhao was taken aback, nodded and smiled, "That's what my grandfather called me."

He asked Fu Ling: "Your Highness should have writing?"

Fu Ling hummed: "The words follow the cloud."

Xie Zhao read his name several times: "Congyun, Congyun...Fu Ling, Fu Congyun..."

He smiled slightly: "This word is suitable for Your Highness."

Hearing his clear voice read his name, Fu Ling couldn't help pursing his lips. There was no abnormal color on his face, but something strange arose in his heart.

This name...has been called for a long time.

This capital city is not big, but it is not small.

After Xie Zhao won the first prize, he rode through the streets for a whole day and couldn't finish visiting the capital, but now the news of his friendship with Fu Ling flew all over the city overnight as if he had grown wings.

When Xie Zhao arrived at Yushitai the next day, what he faced was He Fang's tense and displeased expression.When Xie Zhao greeted him, the adult snorted coldly and flung his sleeves away, showing his dislike very clearly.

Colleagues Pan Yue and Xie Zhao explained: "Lord He thinks that you and His Highness the Third Prince are getting too close...the third prince's identities are different after all." He said helplessly: "Others know to keep a distance from that person, why do you have to Come on? Isn’t this a trick for people.”

Xie Zhaotan frankly said, "I don't do anything wrong, so naturally I'm not afraid."

Pan Yue groaned, there was nothing he could do about it.

Pei Shaonan soon found out about Xie Zhao and Fu Ling.

At the end of the court meeting, he walked beside Xie Zhao, jokingly said, "Do you think you don't have enough limelight?" He glanced at Xie Zhao, and bent his eyes: "Now the whole capital knows that Mr. Xie is a good drinker."

After a pause, he couldn't help laughing and said, "For the sake of the third prince's drink, he forcibly drank Feng Shangshu's only son to the ground."

Pei Shaonan clenched his fists and suppressed a smile: "Master Xie is amazing."

This bad-hearted person just wanted to see himself ashamed, and Xie Zhaocai didn't intend to do what he wanted.

He raised his chin lightly: "I'm amazing, Mr. Pei doesn't know yet?" There was no one around, so he boasted: "Feng Ruiming is just a mere Feng Ruiming, for the time being, I don't need to use my five successes."

Pei Shaonan let out a muffled laugh: "Then I will have a drink with Mr. Xie some other day, and see which one of us has the higher skill?"

Drink with Pei Shaonan?

Xie Zhao thought for a while, and reluctantly agreed: "If Mr. Pei sincerely invites you, it's not impossible."

Pei Shaonan's eyes were full of smiles: "To Mr. Xie, I have always been sincere."