In the haze of mist and rain, Zuihua Tower was looming in the mist, like a fairyland in an ink painting. Zuihua Tower, the most prestigious flower tower in the capital, is welcoming a special guest at this moment.
Su Yao, the courtesan of Zuihua Tower, with her face covered by gauze, looks like a fairy looming in the mist. Her eyes are like a clear spring water, flowing with smart light, her eyebrows are like a distant mountain, her lips are like cherry dots, and her movements are full of elegance. Today, she will receive a mysterious guest here - His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
In the private room on the second floor of Zuihua Building, sandalwood scent lingers and the sound of piano melodious. Su Yao holds the pipa in her arms and gently plucks the strings with her delicate hands. The sweet sound of the piano flows slowly in the room like gurgling water. "Your Highness, the little girl Su Yao, this song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" expresses her feelings." Su Yao said softly, her voice as clear as an oriole emerging from the valley.
Prince Mo Chen was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, with a figure as tall and straight as a pine, a face as handsome as an immortal, and a pair of deep eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything. He sat quietly on the chair, his eyes fell on Su Yao, and he nodded slightly: "Miss Su's piano skills are indeed well-deserved."
At the end of the song, Su Yao put down her pipa, picked up the tea cup on the table, and took a sip. The fragrance of tea overflowed. "Thank you for your compliments, Your Highness, the young lady is just scratching the surface." Her words were humble and polite, but with a hint of alienation.
Mo Chen stared at Su Yao, with a strange feeling in his heart.
