"The daughter-in-law of the Ning Xiang family, who studied literature at the age of three, is indeed omniscient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, there is no doubt about this. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The master had no doubts about Ning Chaolai's talent.

This time, Ning Chaolai was confused, no matter what her previous life was, she was just a doll in this life after all, but the master believed in her so much, could it be that she was really endowed with people to such a situation?

"Well, I'll see how capable she is."

Uncle Tai was not convinced, thinking that he was a dignified seven-foot man, and asked a female doll shorter than him and younger than him to teach him the rhythm, so that people would not laugh out of their big teeth when it was passed on.

Uncle Tai deliberately picked the master's favorite white jade flute and handed Ning Chaolai a provocative look.

Seeing this, Ning Chaolai was not to be outdone and looked for a good guzheng. If she wants to fight Qu'er, she can still be afraid of Uncle Tai.

Uncle Tai put the flute to his lips, and his hands kept moving on the flute hole, and before Ning Chao could get ready, he was already playing.

What was blowing was just high mountains and flowing water, and Ning Chao came three or five times to keep up with the rhythm.

Uncle Tai was angry, among all the tracks, he could get his hands on this song, no one else knew, I didn't expect Ning Chaolai to reconcile so quickly.

Tai Shuhuan suddenly sped up, Ning Chaolai hurriedly chased up, Ning Chao came fast, Tai Shuhuan followed fast, Ning Chao came faster, a good song of mountains and rivers, it was actually played into a general order with strong murderous intent.

"Stop, you two stop!"

The master was almost hoarse, and he felt sorry for his flute and zither if they went on like this, but they would be ruined.

With a muffled sound of "oh", the music stopped abruptly, and no one was staring wide-eyed.

The strings of the guzheng are broken!

The master looked at his beloved guzheng distressedly, and he himself was reluctant to waste it so badly.

Ning Chao knew that he was in trouble, held his breath, and did not dare to move.

Uncle Tai was a thief and hid the flute behind his back.

"Take it out!" The master roared at Uncle Tai.

Uncle Tai weakly took out the flute, he knew that the flute was pinched out of the crack because he was too hard.

The master held his forehead and raised his hand, "Let's all go back, today's lesson is over." ”

The others left, but Ning Chaolai and Uncle Tai didn't dare to leave, and only looked at the master pitifully.

The master took the jade flute, picked up the guzheng, looked at the culprit, and sighed lightly.

"That's it, you guys go back too, I'll take it and fix it."

After Ning Chaolai and Uncle Tai bid farewell to their master, they left the school one after the other.

"It's not shallow." Uncle Tai hummed, if it wasn't for Ning Chaolai, he wouldn't have broken the master's flute.

Ning Chaolai pointed at himself in disbelief, "Say I'm harming people? ”

If it weren't for Uncle Tai, why would she be so out of shape and break the master's guzheng? Since ancient times, the wicked have sued first!

Go on, and the designation will be another tough battle. Xu Shaoqiao and Shangyang, who were waiting not far from the gate of the school, hurried over.

"It's not a big deal, and it's not your two to blame for the sudden incident, no one knows that such an accident will happen. I've asked people to buy an identical one and give it back to the Master. "Shangyang Dao.

Although Xu Shaoqiao didn't like Shangyang, she admired Shangyang's proportionality, but just a few words made Ning Chaolai and Tai Shuhuan instantly quiet.

"Princess Xie is kind, but I am still responsible for the guzheng I damaged."

Ning Chaolai rushed to Yang Yingying and smiled, then stepped on the snow and left.

"I also mean the same thing, Princess Xie is kind, let's go with less bridge."

Uncle Tai said goodbye and pulled Xu Shaoqiao to leave together.

Shangyang got into the carriage expressionlessly, and said to the coachman in a cold voice,

"Go to the Golden Pavilion."