Quickly and carefully take down the pipa, "Mr.'s vision is really good, this pipa is made by Mr. Zhongwen himself, Mr. Zhongwen is the master of making pipa at the moment, and it is difficult to find a piano." ”

The waiter handed the pipa to Song Yuqing and introduced it, and Song Yuqing took a closer look, "It's okay!"

Song Yuqing was an absolute aristocrat in his previous life, he began to learn the piano since he was a child, and he used the famous piano, this pipa is naturally rare in this world in China, after all, craftsmen are rare.

But in Song Yuqing's own eyes, the craftsmanship of this piano can only be called his two words, which are still a little rougher.

Although Qi Yi loves to listen to the pipa, she doesn't know much about the pipa, Qi Yi only knows the guqin, she also inquired here, only here can you buy the best pipa in China.

When the waiter heard that Song Yuqing actually said that it was okay to put such a good pipa, his expression changed slightly, and he opened his mouth, "If ......"

Not everyone is qualified to play the master's piano, she wanted to say that novices can buy an ordinary pipa to practice, but before she could speak, she heard the girl who came with the boy speak, "Do you have nails, try the piano." ”

As soon as these words came out, the waiter naturally didn't want to say anything, nodded, went over to take his nails, Qi Yi glanced at the waiter's back, Song Yuqing saw her like this, and shook her head, "Don't worry about it." ”

"That's how the handicraft skills are here, I'm sorry for you. "There's no way, many ancient crafts have been lost, and you can buy the best, that's all.

In Qi Yi's opinion, she is not worthy of her family's piano skills.

"No, it's good that the lady doesn't pick on thorns when she listens. Song Yuqing was holding a pipa in her hand and joking with Qi Yi.

Qi Yi loves to listen to pipa, and in his previous life, he didn't know how many times he spent a lot of money for the little son who was good at pipa, and he would receive it in the room, so those who were interested in hooking up with the Seven Princesses in the capital of Luan Kingdom would specialize in learning pipa.

Song Yuqing only started to learn the pipa after he met Qi Yi, others only know that Song Yuqing is good at playing the piano, and there are very few people who know that he also plays the pipa very well, because in addition to hearing him practice at home, he has only played it for Qi Yi.

Qi Yi loves to listen to the pipa, and she also loves the good beauty who plays the pipa, naturally this ear is also very picky, if it is not excellent, it will never enter her eyes.

Song Yuqing also knew Qi Yi's problem, so he deliberately joked with her like this, he didn't have a good piano, and someone couldn't pick on it when the time came.

It's this tone that is a little sour, and when Qi Yi heard it, the fox's eyes widened, "Whoever dares to pick on my Qing'er's thorns, my Qing'er is the best." ”

Seeing her like this, Song Yuqing couldn't help but giggle out loud, her eyes were crooked, and although she was wearing a mask, she was also very attractive.

Qi Yi saw him laughing like this, and rubbed his head, "Naughty!"

The romances of her previous life are even wonderful if they are written in a book, but she can't be expected to be a proud daughter of the sky, she has been the princess since she was a child, and she has always been clean.

It's really like this, I don't know how many people will be ridiculed behind my back, that world can be raised by many men in the yard!

The young man was said by Qi Yi like this, and his eyes were also circulating, and his elegant temperament was mixed with a bit of charming charm, and he glanced at Qi Yi.

Qi Yi looked at him like this, held his face, took off his mask, and kissed him fiercely, making the jade skin of the kiss red.

It wasn't until he saw the waiter coming over with his nails that Qi Yi let go of the person, Song Yuqing hurriedly put on the mask, and glared at Qi Yi with watery eyes, almost letting Qi Yi kiss again.

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