Chapter 2857

The girl has long heard that Miss Siyu is proficient in rhythm, and is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she has never been lucky enough to hear Miss Siyu play.

Then he urged: "Probably, there are no people here, and the people in this temple should also know very little about rhythm.

Why don't you play a song, miss, and nourish the flowers and trees in this temple with the sound of the piano, and let me enjoy it by the way. "

Siyu glanced at the girl: "You want to hear it, don't you?"

The girl who was not much older than Siyu smiled frankly: "I really want to hear it. I have heard Miss Xiangyi say that her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all taught by you, Miss Siyu, but I have never heard it with my own ears. Miss you played.

How about, even if the eldest lady is just to open my eyes, let me play a song and listen to it. "

Siyu is easy-going, seeing this girl's eyes burning with anticipation, she sat up straight, began to tune the strings, and said with a smile: "Then you just listen, I've always been lazy, although I've learned these things since I was a child. things, but I have never had much interest in these elegant things.

Just play one song for you. Sister, you should control me less in the future. If I behave badly in this temple, I can't sue my mother. "

The girl nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "As long as the rest of your life in the temple is safe and sound, Madam, of course I won't have those things that happened a few days earlier..."

When Siyu heard it, she became even happier. Her slender white fingers landed on the strings, and the melodious melody flowed out from the mountain stream like a tinkling clear spring, flowing over the bluestone slabs...

The girl was fascinated by it.

Standing at the gate of the arched courtyard, Chu Chuyan quietly looked at the woman sitting in his seat, with black hair like a cloud, a delicate and small profile, and a long pink dress, smiling at a woman who was older than her Eyebrows curved.

The servant stood behind him, very surprised: "Master, where did this woman come from, to use Madam's guqin..."

"Shut up!" Chu Chuyan uttered in time, interrupting the noisy boy.

The sound of the zither is like the sound of nature, and at the end of the song, the lingering sound lingers around the beam.

When the cool wind blew, the manuscripts placed on the bamboo chair were opened, and each page of vigorous and neat handwriting fell into Siyu's sight.

Siyu quickly stood up: "This is not the Guqin from the temple, this is the Guqin brought by the pilgrims."

The girl was puzzled: "Miss, how do you know?"

"It looks like the scriptures copied by the pilgrims who came here, and this guqin. At first glance, I didn't pay much attention to it. When I was playing it just now, I took a closer look. There is no one or two thousand taels of silver, so I can't afford it. Yes." Siyu said: "If you can put such a valuable thing in this kind of place casually, if your family is not rich enough, it is impossible for you to be so careless."

Anyone who has more will not care.

Otherwise, they will definitely send the servants or maids around to stay here to guard.

When the girl heard this, she immediately pulled Siyu away: "Miss, let's go quickly, it's too impolite to touch such a valuable thing casually.

It would be embarrassing if someone caught him straight. "

Seeing that the two were leaving, the servant couldn't bear it anymore, "Master, they are leaving."

Chu Chuyan stared at Siyu's slender back, only felt that the woman's profile was somewhat familiar, as if she was in the clear water pool that night.

He reached into his chest, touched the hairpin that he carried with him, and was about to step forward to ask what happened, when the servant beside him had strode into the courtyard...