Zhou Fan strolled to Noble Consort Yang Ruoyao's small courtyard and knocked on the gate.
“Thump, thump, thump.”
“Who is it?”
The familiar process, a different beauty.
After Zhou Fan introduced himself and expressed his admiration for Imperial Concubine Yang's dancing skills, Imperial Concubine Yang smiled charmingly.
Then, she went inside and changed into a very figure-hugging, light gauze dance outfit.
As Zhou Fan admired Imperial Concubine Yang's slender waist, which could be encircled by one hand, gently swaying before him, accompanied by her exaggerated back proportions, performing one Bloodline-stirring dance move after another, he truly experienced the beauty described as “A beauty's dance like a lotus in bloom, unseen by the eyes of the world.”
That elegant dance, like a startled swan or a soaring Dragon, was truly unforgettable at first sight.
Zhou Fan watched with growing interest, and after Imperial Concubine Yang finished a dance and rested for a moment, he took out his Wutong Guqin and offered to accompany her with music.
Imperial Concubine Yang naturally agreed with delight; with her dancing prowess, she could improvise a dazzling dance to any music she heard.
Soon, as Zhou Fan's fingers plucked the strings, a melody of “Nishang Yuyi Qu” slowly flowed through the small courtyard.
Imperial Concubine Yang, accompanied by the rhythm of “Nishang Yuyi Qu,” gently swayed her willowy waist and subtly moved her lotus-like steps.
With every frown and smile, as her sleeves danced, she seemed like a light cloud obscuring the moon, or a flowing breeze returning snow.
The music was beautiful, and the person even more so.
After the song ended, both remained silent for a long time.
Zhou Fan was intoxicated by Yang Ruoyao's soul-stirring, captivating dance, while Yang Ruoyao was immersed in the Concept of “Nishang Yuyi Qu,” a timeless classic.
It wasn't until a cool breeze blew, and a few withered yellow leaves drifted between them, that both of them came back to their senses.
Exchanging glances, Imperial Concubine Yang looked at the gentle and jade-like Zhou Fan, her red lips parting slightly as she spoke.
“Zhou Gongzi, could you tell me the name of this song?”
“This song is ‘Nishang Yuyi Qu.’ Legend has it that an emperor dreamt of an Immortal realm, heard ethereal music, and upon waking, created it for a Noble Consort.”
“This song truly sounds like Immortal music, not a mundane tune of the human world.”
“Zhou Gongzi, I wonder which emperor created this song? I have never heard such an Immortal Qi-filled piece before.”
“That emperor was not from this world. This ‘Nishang Yuyi Qu’ has actually been lost in the river of time.”
“Previously, in that world, I was fortunate enough to read some incomplete fragments. Originally, with those fragments alone, I couldn't have played this song.”
“But today, seeing Young Lady Yang’s ethereal dance, I had a sudden inspiration and was able to play the complete song.”
“Although this song might be very different from the original ‘Nishang Yuyi Qu,’ I believe this new version of ‘Nishang Yuyi Qu’ is very fitting for Young Lady Yang.”
“I am unworthy, but I wish to present this new version of ‘Nishang Yuyi Qu’ to you, Young Lady Yang. I hope you do not mind.”
“Zhou Gongzi…”
Looking at the talented and dignified Young Master before her, Yang Ruoyao secretly compared him to Jiang Wudao in her heart.
But after the comparison, Imperial Concubine Yang felt she was wrong.
Who was Zhou Gongzi? How could that useless emperor be compared to Zhou Gongzi?
Just then, another cool breeze blew.
Yang Ruoyao, dressed lightly, was caught off guard and lightly coughed, her brows slightly furrowed.
Seeing this, Zhou Fan considerately took out a coat from his Storage Pouch and draped it over Yang Ruoyao.
“Young Lady Yang, please go inside quickly. It’s almost autumn now. If Young Lady Yang catches a cold because of me, I will have no choice but to come and disturb you every day to check on you.”
Wrapped in the warm coat, which carried Zhou Fan's masculine scent, Yang Ruoyao felt as if her cold body was being embraced by Young Master Zhou.
Her beautiful eyes shifted, looking at Zhou Fan, who had a gentle smile and a hint of worry in his eyes, and suddenly she laughed.
Imperial Concubine Yang deliberately coughed again, saying rather delicately, “Zhou Gongzi, it seems I’ve already caught a cold.”
Seeing this, Zhou Fan said, looking quite helpless, “Then I will have to disturb Young Lady Yang’s peace every day. I hope Young Lady Yang won’t mind me coming too often.”
Yang Ruoyao, hearing this, said with a beaming smile, “Then it depends on Young Master Zhou’s performance.”
The two walked to Yang Ruoyao’s door, chatting and laughing.
Seeing that they had reached their destination, Zhou Fan prepared to bid farewell.
Yang Ruoyao opened the door and said to Zhou Fan with seductive eyes, “Zhou Gongzi, aren’t you coming in to take a look?”
“No, Young Lady Yang. My wife is still waiting for me in the room. My wife and I haven't had breakfast yet.”
“Alright.” Hearing Zhou Fan’s refusal, Yang Ruoyao still said with a smile, “Zhou Gongzi, you must come and visit often when you have time~”
“I will.”
After promising, Zhou Fan turned and left.
Yang Ruoyao’s personal maid accompanied Zhou Fan, leading him towards the courtyard gate.
Believing that today’s task was completed with Perfection, Zhou Fan walked swiftly towards the outside of the courtyard.
But just as he took three steps, Yang Ruoyao’s charming voice came from behind him.
“Zhou Gongzi.”
Zhou Fan turned around at the sound, only to see Yang Ruoyao tightly wrapped in the coat he had draped over her, standing with the door half-open, looking shyly at Zhou Fan.
“I really like the address ‘Young Lady Yang’…”
After speaking, Yang Ruoyao closed the door.
Seeing this, Zhou Fan smiled, said nothing more, and simply strode out of Imperial Concubine Yang's small courtyard.
Quietly, it was the sound of farewell.
Zhou Fan only knew that today's task of gaining favor was completed beyond expectations, and what he didn't know was that after Yang Ruoyao said those words and closed the door, she remained there.
She remained tightly wrapped in the coat imbued with Zhou Fan's scent, leaning against the door, her pretty face flushed for a long, long time.
A long time.
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“Little sleepyhead, the sun’s already hitting your butt, and you’re still sleeping?”
Returning to Shen Yufu’s bedside with breakfast, Zhou Fan looked at Fu Fu Jie, who was adorable in her sleep, and patted Fu Fu Jie’s half-exposed bottom with a doting expression.
There was also a small Formation outside Shen Yufu’s courtyard; ordinarily, no one but her and Zhou Fan could enter.
So, without even opening her eyes, Shen Yufu still lay in bed and said in a sweet, childish tone, “Bad little brother, it’s all because of you! If you weren’t so amazing every time, how could I always be too sleepy to wake up?”
“Alright, alright, it’s my fault, it’s my fault. So, Fu Fu Jie, when are you planning to wake up?”
Shen Yufu heard this and immediately said, “Bad little brother, how did you wake me up yesterday? I want breakfast again today~”
Zhou Fan thought for a while after hearing Shen Yufu’s coquettish tone, then remembered what happened three routines ago.
However, Zhou Fan was not in a hurry. He first teased Shen Yufu’s exposed, tender little feet for a while, and then he and Shen Yufu went to the dining table to eat breakfast together.
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