"Hehe, it seems that my husband really likes the guqin." Yang Mu smiled and waved his arms and said, "This is really made from Master Hu, but it is not robbed, but bought."

"Master Hu thinks this thing is more important than life. When I asked him for advice two years ago, I didn't even let him touch it. In the end, I played two songs before he was willing to let me test it out. How did you get it?" Zhao Yongqi's eyes finally retracted from the guqin and fell on Yang Mu with some curiosity.

"Actually, I was lucky. I originally wanted to find a guqin that you like, but later I heard that Master Hu seemed to be interested in selling this, so I asked to come to the door. Unfortunately, at first he refused to sell it to me, but then I said I would give it to you, so he was willing. It turns out that you knew you before. If you had known it, it would be no trouble for me to directly claim your name." Yang Mu simply told the story of getting this guqin.

"That should be because Master Hu is in some trouble." Zhao Yongqi thought about it and touched the body of the piano and said, "Although I like it very much, a gentleman does not take advantage of others. Now let me play it a few times first, and then I figure out what's going on. If Master Hu wants to buy it back, I'd better sell it back to him."

Yang Mu, who was slightly pouting, seemed a little unhappy, but disappeared in an instant, nodded and said, "Honey is still so stupid! Forget it, I've given it to you anyway, so it's up to you to decide what to do."

"I know my wife's feelings, and I like it very much. But if my liking is built on the sadness of others, it would be boring, right, my wife?" Zhao Yongqi reached out to circle Yang Mu and said softly with a warm smile on his face.

"Well, my husband is right." Yang Mu nodded with a smile and then said, "Don't say so much, hurry up and play it for me."

"Okay!" Zhao Yongqi nodded happily, let go of Yang Mu's delicate body, carefully took out the piano body from the golden protective box, and put all the debris on the ground. Then he sat down with Yang Mu, gently brushed the piano body, and the melodious and ancient tune suddenly sounded.

The sudden sound of the piano attracted Wen Chenglong and others who were vigilant to the vicinity, but from afar, they saw Zhao Yongqi and Yang Mu who were snuggling beside him playing the piano. Several old men stood in the distance and listened quietly.

People have a natural preference for beautiful things, regardless of whether they truly understand them or not. At this moment, those big and thick soldiers seem to be attracted by the sound of the piano, with only the figure and sound of playing the piano in their eyes.

Pan An came to the world, the fairy descended to earth, the beauties accompanied, and the piano was played under the moon. This scene was like a beautiful and charming flower scroll, attracting everyone's attention.

When the sound of a piano ended, Yang Mu said in a delicate voice: "My husband plays it so well. Hehe, sometimes I think that my husband must have traveled through time in ancient times. You don't like modern things very much. Instead, it's this kind of guqin, ancient poems, and essays, but you seem to be fascinated by it."

"Then what do you think this male god should do before traveling through time? Prince, Prince, Prince, Prince, and Prince, just be the emperor, and there is an emperor in a big harem!" Zhao Yongqi blinked his eyes and began to tease the little woman beside him.

He gave him a glaring plan and waved his pink fist to teach him a lesson. Yang Mu then said coquettishly: "I think he must be a beggar. After eavesdropping on two days of Qin, he came to show off in front of a little woman like me who doesn't understand."

"This is a bit miserable, right? A little better, how about a poor scholar?" Zhao Yongqi bargained bitterly.

"Hehe... a fool is a beggar, a beggar with sores on his head and pus flowing from his feet, otherwise how could he be so bad!" The little woman who giggled seemed to be in a very good mood.

"Oh, forget it, what my wife says is, beggars, beggars. Then I am the real-life version of the loser counterattack, from a beggar to being able to marry a goddess as a wife!" Zhao Yongqi waved his fist and said as if he was comforting himself.

"Hehe, big fool!" The little woman with a beautiful smile gently pounded her man's broad chest, with a happy and sweet smile on her face.

"Mumu, since you gave me a gift, I happen to have something very important to tell you." Zhao Yongqi suddenly pushed Yang Mu away, stood up, and walked to the side and said with a smile: "Don't move around, just sit here."

The curious Yang Mu blinked his beautiful eyes, and his eyes always followed the figure. At this moment, he saw him walking to the edge of the pavilion and taking out a huge painting and sketchbook from the dark outside the pavilion.

Looking back at Yang Mu with tenderness, Zhao Yongqi picked up the sketchbook and went to his chest. He turned the first page and saw that he drew a picture with simple sketching techniques. It seemed to be a busy street with many people surrounding the three people in the middle. A slender figure was raising his hand to stop him not far away. There was a line of words written below: "When I first saw you on Wangfujing Street, you were a heroic and righteous woman in my eyes."

I slowly turned over another page with a smile, and the picture turned into a room.

"I felt very lucky when I first learned to work with you because I was a beautiful goddess."

The pages change again, and the woman in a well-dressed dress on the set is arrogant.

"When I first collaborated, I felt that you were the queen I couldn't afford to offend."

Turning another page, a man was being punched by a proud queen.

"When I was beaten for the first time, I wondered whoever married you would definitely live in dire straits."

Without looking at Yang Mu's glaring eyes, he turned the page again and turned into a petite woman who was rushing into the man's arms and crying.

"When I first got to know you, I realized that even the queen needs a gentle harbor."

Turning over another page, the little woman on the grass was tiptoed to give her a kiss.

"The first time you kissed me, I was at a loss and dared not respond."

Looking at the mist slowly beginning to gather in Yang Mu's beautiful eyes, Zhao Yongqi still kept smiling and quietly turned over another page.

On the picture, the little woman flying in the air seemed to be falling, while the man running wildly was full of horror.

"When you fall from the sky, I am so scared that I can't help but feel more afraid."

On the picture that turned over again, the man jumped up and hugged the little woman with a smile on his face.

"The moment I caught you, I seemed to have the whole world. I thought, at that time, I realized..."

There are no pictures on the picture that I flipped over again, only a line of text.

"I probably fell in love with you!"

The little woman who burst into tears in an instant was now reaching out to cover her red lips tightly, allowing strings of pearls to slide through her fingers. Even her delicate body slowly stood up, she didn't seem to feel anything.

On the picture that looked over again, under the moonlight, there was a woman accompanying the drunk man.

"Thank you, for always being by my side when I was saddest. Thank you for waiting silently for so many years and giving without regrets."

On the picture that I turned over again, on the wide bed, the little woman was lying on the man.

"Your courage and persistence finally allow me to face my heart. There is no more hesitation, no more burden, I'm sure..."

"I love you!"

When the last picture appeared, there was only a line of words on it that made the little woman wait for years.

"Mumu, can you marry me?"

The dazzling diamond ring was stuck under the text by a small piece of transparent tape.
Chapter completed!