Today, the Ninth Master is really prepared.

Mingzhu changed into a rose-red flag suit, and stepped on a pair of embroidered shoes with soft soles and lotus flowers. Then he came to the garden.

The Dai family's garden is completely different from other homes.

It's really not the same at all.

The yard of other houses is either rockery or pavilions, and the more atmospheric point is to dig a pond and then make an artificial lake. Planted with hibiscus lotus. That's called an elegant.

And what about the Dai family's small garden? At a glance, it really fits the lines in the Henan opera "Xiao Erhei Gets Married".

Walking through one depression after another, the depressions are all the ~~~~~ of the good crops

That's called a green! It's so thick that you can't melt into green!

The petals of orchids are small and extremely difficult to see. The leaves are slender and long, in the shape of slender willow leaves, which appear graceful and colorful, and the veins of the leaves are clearly visible, looking like a pile of grass, very simple, but by no means elegant, the green leaves, under the support of the dark green leaves, appear extraordinarily green and bright. The green leaves, as if they will squeeze out the water when they are inserted, are tender and weak, and tender people can't bear to touch, but the upward appearance of the pieces looks so strong and vigorous.

That's called a good-looking, that's called an elegant.

However, this is the garden of Mingzhu's family, and the result can be imagined. A piece of greenery.

Unlike the original random scattering, Mingzhu is a standard Virgo, although there is no cleanliness, but people have obsessive-compulsive disorder. When I see something messy, I want to stretch out my hand and straighten it.

So these orchids are like leek seedlings, rows of straight and slippery, looking at Yinyu's face like.

If it weren't for Dai Duo, he would have thrown a few rocks under the strong pressure and erected a few green bamboos. This makes this leek field look taller. Otherwise, it will be even more shabby.

Yinyu also vaguely saw a few superb Xuelan. But looking at the wild orchid grass around it, Yinyu almost cried.

didn't wait for his mood to rise and fall, he heard Xiao Guizi running over with a nervous face, and roared in a small voice, "Master, Master, Mrs. Dai is here~~~"

Only then did Yinyu pack up the tears in his heart. He lifted his robe and turned around, and sat down in front of a pure black piano.

I have to say that Kangxi's sons are really more talented than the other. Let's talk about the ninth elder brother, what is left in history is his diehard loyalty to the Eighth Master Party, and he is the image of a money string. Others, very few. But people are really talented.

Ever since I saw that piano before I played. He became intrigued. And the people below really found him a score of stave music and a missionary who knew how to play the piano.

Isn't this nonsense, none of those European missionaries are all-rounders? Teaching an emperor to play the piano is not something that can be easily captured. That's the prince! What missionary doesn't want to be John Tong, Nan Huairen and the like. It can be appreciated by the emperor. Thus preaching their own teachings. Even if you die, you have no regrets.

Since the late Ming Dynasty, Western Jesuits have come to China in large numbers. They preach on the one hand, and teach Western knowledge on the other. And the one who accepted the most missionaries in history was Kangxi.

The missionaries of this age were really very selfless. They are sincere in imparting all their learning, so even if Yinyu is only learning piano, he is still stuffed with Western knowledge by this Mr. Thomson.

Yinyu really deserves to be a character of heaven and earth. In just four or five months, he became a pianist. In modern times, you can have an independent recital.

This time, when I wanted to tie up Mingzhu, I thought of the song that the little girl played when I met for the first time. Although I asked several missionaries later, they all said that they did not know and had not heard of it. But Ren Yinyu is also a person with perseverance, and he follows a few short clips given by Mingzhu. I've finished composing this song.

At this time, Yinyu sat down in front of the piano, and immediately changed his temperament, from a gentleman to an artist. The whole person's expression became focused. It's like facing your lover. The whole person also emptied. There are no distractions.

The light and soft melody flows out with the smooth accompaniment of the hands. And he played calmly, slowly closing his eyes and listening to his own music.

The sound of the piano is simple and rich, soft as the winter sun, bright and bright, warm and calm. It is as cold as a steel ball sprinkled on the ice surface, with clear grains and penetrating bones. As fierce as the roaring deep sea, it is heart-wrenching and shocking. Deep as the night, sound as silent, its own bottomless power spreads to the sky.

As soon as Mingzhu walked into the garden, she heard the familiar tune. Suddenly, a mouthful of saliva welled up, choking her on the weeping flower arch and coughing.

I rub! Two tigers! What the hell is this?

Calmed her breathing, and with the support of Lianxin, Mingzhu walked slowly to the side. From afar, I saw the back of the sitting upright.

It is said that dedicated men are the most handsome. And Brother Jiu himself is a beautiful man, although his appearance is too feminine, but in the eyes of Mingzhu, who has been bombarded by the Korean Wave in modern times, he is really a proper person than Huajiao.

Plus that kind of tone, that kind of emphasis, in people who play art. Mingzhu really has a moment of heartbeat.

It's not the emotion between men and women, it's the heartbeat, the emotional stirring that arises because of good things. Looking at this glorious man, Mingzhu couldn't help but think of his last bleak end.

Suddenly, his nose was sore, and he couldn't help but almost turn away, and he couldn't see it.

With his mind fluctuating, Mingzhu entered the pavilion, sat down on the flower bench beside him, and only lowered his head to play with the teacup in his hand. He didn't speak for a long time.

Since Mingzhu walked into the pavilion, Yinyu noticed it, he was playing the piano intently on one side, and glancing at Mingzhu with his spare eyes on the other.

What's going on? What about the worship that is good, and the eyes that are blurred when it is good?

He only needs to play the piano in front of the Fujin Gege in the mansion, and their adoring and infatuated little expressions are enough for him to be intoxicated. This is also the motivation for Yinyu to continue learning. But when it came to Mrs. Dai, it had changed its taste.

Over and over again, "Two Tigers" is a children's rhyme, the tune is simple, and it won't be played for too long, but Yin Yusheng played it twice, and he didn't think about how to speak. Although it is only two pennies, there are many repetitive parts of the whole song, and when they are superimposed, it seems that there are a lot.

Yin Yu was a little at a loss, after all, this was different from the routine he had rehearsed in his mind before! Press the last note. Trembling. Yin Yu had to admit that his plan to use his masculine charm to confuse Mingzhu had failed.

Yinyu sat on the piano bench, leaning over, supporting his chin with one hand, and just staring at Mingzhu in a daze. "Mrs. Dai, how is your playing?" Male charm spreads everywhere, like a little male dog in estrus. The pearl who watched just wanted to laugh.

"Is it just for me to listen to a tune, so the ninth master moved such a big object, will it be too much fanfare?" Mingzhu pecked a sip of warm tea, looked at the pretending person with a smile, and asked unkindly.

"Huh! Where! Ye thought that he came here today with a request, and he didn't bring ideas to what kind of gift he would become. Thinking of our first encounter, I sent this to Mrs., and the sword to the hero needs to be sent to the bosom friend. The Ninth Master dragged Yangwen and slowly came to the table, looking down at the little woman in front of him.

Without the refreshing and beautiful dress the day before yesterday, a rose-red dark flag suit, but it looks rich and noble, this is the appearance of a Manchurian aunt and grandmother, coupled with the delicate and delicate eyebrows and eyes, a rather charming little woman image.

However, Yinyu prefers the appearance of that day on the hill, fresh, moving, beautiful, and most importantly, pure.

I was slightly disappointed in my heart, and I felt that the beautiful person in my heart had lost its color.

Mingzhu doesn't care about the coercion and ambiguous tone of this master. I got up straight and walked to the piano, and for some reason, I suddenly had a very strong feeling, that is, I wanted to sit down, sit in front of the piano, even if it was just played randomly, no matter what tune was not tuned. I just want to hear the sound of the piano keys colliding as they fall.

I feel so aggrieved, it's like watching a movie with a sad ending, my heart is messy, and I can't come back to my senses for a long time. Since she came to the Qing Dynasty, she has been evading, thinking that as long as she hugs the thigh of the fourth master and lives her own small life, she doesn't want to imagine that in this world, the winner is king, so what about the loser?

Regardless of the king's success or defeat, history is written by the victors. But as for the fate of some losers, there are a few who can end well. As an ordinary person, Mingzhu is the kind of person who will be sad for a while even when he sees a puppy die. Not to mention people.

Unconsciously, Mingzhu was already sitting on the piano bench, her fingers flying, and the melody was pressed according to the mood.

Yin Yu was so shocked that his mouth grew and watched Mingzhu's fingers fly. A gentle tremor sounds, like the dawn of dawn breaking through the mist on the river, awakening the sleeping earth, the waves of the lake gently churning. Coherent and beautiful, with a lively and light treble, it symbolizes the arrival of the dawn.

The melody is long, yet short, and the □□ is the end, showing a kind of carnival in a storm.

Yinyu has never heard such exciting and shocking music. This is the magnificence of the instrument he is familiar with, and it is even more touching than the ten-sided ambush played by the pipa. Unlike the pressing oppression of the pipa, this piece is more atmospheric and thicker. The music is gorgeous, bright, and lively, and it can be said that it is easy to understand. Even people who have never touched a piano can love it and fall in love with it.

The people outside the pavilion were also stunned at this time. A look of unstoppable.

At the end of the song, Mingzhu stared at his hands in a daze. The whole person is in a state of confusion. I can't come back to my senses for a long time.

There was only one voice in my head thinking about it. Is this really what I played? Such a palace-level music, is it really?

Mingzhu knows very well how many pounds and taels she has, as a musician who can only distinguish black and white from the keys and memorize the notes with the help of Arabic numerals, she knows that she can't play such a magnificent masterpiece at all.

But at this time, Mingzhu's mind clearly imprinted the stave of "Blue Danube".

This song Mingzhu is very familiar, I heard it for the first time when I watched a kitchenware advertisement, and then I fell in love with the rich, brisk, and atmospheric style, and then listened to it a few times with buckle music downloads.

Mingzhu could even swear that she hadn't even seen the stave of this piece. Even if you look at it, you can't understand it. But at this time, Mingzhu can hum softly according to the score. Even the composition of "Two Tigers" played by Jiu Ye just now was deeply imprinted in his mind at this time. Mingzhu didn't understand what was going on. My head was dizzy.

"Papapa~~~~" Yinyu's face was red with excitement, and he couldn't help clapping his palms, awesome! It's a beautiful song.

Suddenly, all the intrigues and tricks in Yinyu's heart disappeared. All that remains is appreciation and sympathy. I feel that the person in front of me is so beautiful no matter how I look at it, and how glamorous I look.

Beautiful, so beautiful. But there was not a trace of distraction in his heart, and he didn't want to reach out to defile her, he just wanted to watch and watch quietly. Accompanied.

This strange but surging emotion came too suddenly, too violently. He didn't know how to deal with it for a while. At this time, he could only blush and applaud vigorously.

"Mrs. Dai, did you make this song? I've never heard such a beautiful tune. Don't know what it's called? Yin Yu blushed, picked up the teapot on the table, helped Mingzhu to a full glass of water, and handed it over with both hands.

Mingzhu could only smirk "hehe~~~", not knowing what to say. If she wants to be cheeky enough to admit this kind of plagiarism of powerful works, Mingzhu can't do it even if she is cheeky. But he can only smile bitterly and confuse the past, and he can only call it forget.

The tune is forgotten, the original author is forgotten, everything is forgotten!

I don't know anything! Talk more, and hit you in the mouth.