Chapter 342

To her disappointment, Jingyun seemed to ask casually. Seeing that she didn't answer didn't mean to get to the bottom of the matter, or maybe Jingyun knew that she couldn't get words out of her mouth, so he didn't continue to ask questions and kept making tea.

Yan Qi's eyes were cold. This man is really not simple. He doesn't play cards according to the routine at all.

In the weather of the wind and the moon, the mountains and trees are covered, and only a few wisps of broken light shine down. The mountain wind blows, and the whole person is lazy.

Yan Qiqi glanced and saw a pair of Guqin beside the tea stove.

Sandalwood carving lines are clean and valuable at a glance.

"Liuhui Qin!" Yan Qiqi blurted out.

When Jing Yun was playing the piano, her hand gave a slight pause. In her eyes, there was an invisible undercurrent that flashed away. "Miss 77 knows the piano?"

Where does she know.

However, she thought that Jing Yun was rich and powerful, and her hands were extraordinary. The Qin must not be ordinary. It is well known that Liuhui Qin is a famous instrument in the world, but it is rumored that there are few people who have the chance to see it.

She can recognize that it is also by virtue of the carved dark patterns on the piano. The Liuhui Qin is made of thousands of years of Tung wood. The Tung wood does not rot in blisters and does not burn in fire. It is an excellent equipment for making ancient Qin. Moreover, because the growth cycle of Tung wood is extremely slow, many tung trees have not yet been cut down, and the sound of the produced Qin is thousands of miles different from that of the peerless famous Qin carefully polished.

What's more, carved on Tung wood, the lines are clearly visible, and there will be no fine cracks like ordinary pear wood. Moreover, because of this, Liuhui Qin, which can be handed down, is unique in the whole continent.

"'touch the flowing emblem in the hall, and Lei will do it day and night." It is said that once Liuhui Qin came out, the aftersound lingered for three days. I was lucky to see it today. It really deserves its reputation. " Jingyun tried the melody just now. Ding Dong is crisp. It's not an ordinary product at first sight.

She doesn't understand the matter of artfulness, and the reason why she can recognize the Liuhui Qin at a glance is because of an unknown palace secret.

It is said that Jing, the current queen of the Northern Kingdom, is very good at singing and dancing. When she was a girl, it was nothing to mention that horses stepped on flying swallows and danced in neon clothes and feather clothes. Hao Lianchen, who was only a prince at that time, accidentally met a treasure, liuhuiqin.

So at the emperor's birthday banquet, Hao Lianchen and Jing Jiaren played the piano and danced one by one, and played an amazing "Shangshang song". Although the name was ordinary, the implication was very profound.

"If you don't see each other in life, move like participating in business. How can you make it this evening?" This is a metaphor for the reluctant love between friends and lovers.

It was also because of this dance music that caused a sensation in the north that the rumors of love between the two people were even more rampant. Just when it was rumored that talented people and beautiful women would be married forever, the former Emperor suddenly died. Hao Lianchen, who had the highest voice for succession, was only granted the king at the border, and it was the ordinary Hao Lianzheng who really sat on the nine tripods, What's more surprising is that Jing Jiaren has become a queen!

On the night of the wedding of the new emperor and the queen, someone saw Hao Lianchen playing a "Shangshang song" with Liuhui Qin at the gate of the city. When the last tone ended, Liuhui Qin was thrown under the gate by Hao Lianchen with his sleeve and fell apart

Time passed in a hurry. When he remembered this old story again, Yan Qiqi still sighed in his heart. In ancient times, Bo Ya and Zhong Ziqi met a bosom friend in high mountains and flowing water. Now Hao Lianchen and the queen played a fairy music and startling dance, but time has changed. Nothing is invariable.

Now, seeing this liuhuiqin again makes people feel infinite emotion.

The two syllables of "Dong Dong" sounded like gurgling water, which washed away in the heart of the heart, and the sad and beautiful rumors were like this syllable, fleeting.

"I got this Liuhui Qin from a craftsman at a high price. Although the bracket cracked a little, the tone is not bad after the sound string is reinstalled, and it can barely enter the ear."

As long as the bracket is not broken, reinstalling the sound string will not affect its use at all.

No wonder, looking at him like this, the most important thing should be money. Such a valuable piano should be put casually.

"Young master Jing is really carefree. How dare you play the piano?"

Many people like playing the piano, but they are just putting on airs. Maybe they don't even know how many tones the strings are divided, that is, they cheat children who don't understand the rhythm.

It seems that he knows the rhythm quite well.

She just didn't have anything to ask.

I didn't expect Jingyun to hold the Guqin in his arms. "Cooking tea and playing the Qin is really a great pleasure in life." As soon as the voice fell, I saw his fingers flying, like a curling sound like mountains and flowing water.

The sound of the piano is Ding Dong. They sit on the ground and the tea fragrance curls in front of them. It's really like a paradise in the world.

Yan Qiqi grew up to be a sound addict. He wanted to sleep as soon as he listened to songs. At the moment, the sun was just right, the weather was neither cold nor hot, he felt very good when he began to listen, but he couldn't listen again. His eyelids began to fight. In a trance, he felt that it was impolite for others to play the piano and fall asleep. He reluctantly opened his eyes to listen, but he didn't know what was going on. His head was getting heavier and heavier, and his eyelids could no longer support him, As soon as I fell down, I went straight to sleep.

Jingyun seemed not to find the difference of Yan Qiqi. He still played a song by himself.

The sound lingered, and he drank half a pot of tea.

The morning sun gradually tilted, and a few wisps of fine sunshine sprinkled on Yan Qiqi's sleepy face.

The skin is like lanolin white jade, and the long and curled eyelashes are close to the eyes and face, like a porcelain doll.

He quietly looked at her sleeping face for a long time, then slowly got up, grabbed Yan Qiqi horizontally, and walked in leisurely.

The person in his arms is so light that he can even hold it with one hand.

The soft ball shrank in his arms, like a lazy kitten in spring.

Yan Qiqi's eyes haven't been opened, but people will have stress reactions. For a moment when she picked her up in Jingyun, her body seemed to find support, arched towards his chest, and very consciously leaned against the position of his heart.

His head tilted and he fell asleep again.

When Yan Qiqi woke up again, it was already an hour later.

I slowly sat up from the bed. I was wondering how I suddenly ran into the room when I was outside. When I swept my eyes, I saw the Jingyun sleeping at the table.

Did he bring himself in?