Chapter 1217: Final conversation

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To this day, Xia Yongling also heard Wang Qian's discourse. After this conversation, the two should have parted ways, "Okay, sir, please."
Wang Qian nodded. "Then ask the son first, what decision does the son have, and what does the emperor promise the son?"
"The emperor's promise has not changed, he will arrange a position for me, and then find an opportunity to amnesty the world after returning to Beijing."
"When is the son going?"
Xia Yongling was a little hesitant. He thought that Mr. Wang would blame him again. "The emperor originally planned to fly to the legend of the capital, but the situation has changed. The Lord Changge will come to Wuhuang Town in person, so he will wait for the Lord Changge to arrive."
Wang Qian froze, "What, Lord Changge is coming?"
"Yes," but Xia Yongling thought like something, anxiously, "Sir, don't you think of Lord Changge, the decision you made before is me ... I ... .. I became the imperial husband, and I have completely given up on that idea! Sorry sir, I ca n’t get through that. I have to have the courage to become an imperial husband. If I am lucky to get the emperor ’s heart, I will be ridiculed. But the emperor has only one adult, Changge, and I really can't ask for insults. "
Wang Qian concealed his disdain. "Yes, the son is assured, and his subordinates have already dispelled his thoughts." Then he continued to ask, "Why did the emperor suddenly decide to come to Wuhuang Town. Is there any change in the emperor's experiment?"
Xia Yongling smiled bitterly. "There is no change. On the contrary, the emperor's state of mind has been much broadened. I don't know what it is."
Wang Qian blinked secretly, "What has changed in the mood of the emperor?"
"This ..." Xia Yongling hesitated. "The emperor didn't tell me, many of them were my guesses."
"My son talk about your guess?"
"... It's not good to talk about the emperor behind this, isn't it?"
"Subordinates just want to hear."
"... Sorry," Xia Yongling's voice was full of guilt. "I don't want to talk about this topic."
"Hehe." Wang Qian sat next to Xia Yongling, playing with a tea cup, and it was not too hot for tea. "Subordinates remember, the emperor likes the sound of the son's flute? How many ensembles did he play with the son?"
"It's not like it," Xia Yongling couldn't help thinking of the tune, feeling that he could always say something unexpected and do amazing things, and said with emotion, "The emperor is really a genius of rhythm. I can compose a catchy tune, the style is beautiful and intriguing, and I just write the tune for the emperor. "
"Oh?" Wang Qian said, "I've heard the son mention it once, but the subordinates haven't heard it before. I wonder if the son can play it once for the subordinate?"
Xia Yongling suddenly felt that, instead of a conversation, it was more of an interrogation and a rhetoric.
Wang Qian sighed, "Subordinates will leave Wuhuang Town within two days. From then on, I don't know if I will have the chance to continue the master-servant relationship."
"What? Sir, are you leaving?"
"Subordinates have no face to stay."
"..."
"Subordinates just want to listen to one of the emperor's favorite songs."
Seeing Mr. Wang's request, Xia Yongling could only pull out Xiao Yudi, "Okay, I'll just play it for Mr." After finishing speaking, he blew gently.
It is a song called "Dongfeng Po".
Wang Qian was dismissive, but was equally shocked when he heard the song.
After the song was over, Wang Qian said, "Is this song written by the emperor?"
Xia Yongling seeks truth from facts, "The emperor claims to be plagiarism, but if he plagiarizes, why can he utter more tunes? One or two wonderful songs may be missed by the world, but so many tunes are by no means accidental, so I conclude It is the emperor. "