014 First Piano Master

County Mansion, Zhiqiu Pavilion.

The quaint and exquisite pavilion is located among the flowers. A cobblestone path leads from a small bridge over the lake, and the pavilion is full of beautiful scenery.

In the middle of the day, the sun shines on the roof of the pavilion, and the golden glazed tiles shine. The vermilion pavilion pillars are engraved with exquisite and thin patterns, which glow red in the sun, making them particularly dazzling.

The pavilion is surrounded by a peach blossom forest, and the Zhiqiu Pavilion is in the peach blossom forest, and the peach is dyed, like a peach forest. Sitting quietly in the pavilion, fragrant flowers come to the nose, refreshing people's hearts and spleens, and pleasant.

In the Zhiqiu Pavilion, or sit or stand, or laugh or hang your head, the sound of silk and bamboo is pleasant, the orchestra is loud, and the end is wonderful and extraordinary! The men are handsome, the women are pretty, some people play, some people play the sheng, it is really like the wonderland of Yaochi.

This scene should only exist in the sky, how many times can the world see it!

It's a place of joy and pleasure, and it's a place to be pleasing to the eye. The girl's family passed by from afar, and she couldn't help but slow down and run quickly, lest she startle the person in the painting.

The southeast corner of the pavilion is facing the direction of the entrance to the peach forest. A man sat on the ground, with wide sleeves of his robe, gently twisting the strings slowly, playing a song of still water flowing deeply.

Long eyebrows like willows, body like a jade tree, gentle as the wind face with a faint smile, gestures have their own chic wind ~ flow. The slender and dexterous fingers, kneading the strings, are subtle and melodious, like a hymn blown in the mountains and rivers in autumn.

The song is like the moon, pouring down the earth, with a heart-warming brilliance and a touch of holiness above the clouds. The ethereal and pleasant sound is not like an ordinary song, but like a fairy sound.

With the change of rhythm, the beautiful and delicate Zhiqiu Pavilion was covered with a layer of hazy mist. The person who gently twists the strings of the piano is not in the mortal dust, but above the misty white clouds.

Wen Ting, the first pianist of Dayang and the second son of Pingnan Jungong, was famous for his supreme piano skills, and was named "the saint of the piano" by His Majesty of the dynasty. "At the age of twenty-three, he became famous all over the world, and obtained a status and glory that many people could not achieve in their lifetime.

Because of his songs, the emperor has loved piano music since then, and personally summoned a large number of luthiers to live in the royal piano garden. The wind of Dayang learning the piano is flourishing, and the folk piano gardens have sprung up one after another, becoming a unique scene in Dayang.

Wen Ting's temperament is light, gentle as the wind, his handsome facial features and his swan singing piano skills have made countless boudoir daughters, Huan ~ Chang Jiao ~ E fall for him, and he will have lovesickness for him at a glance.

And when the eldest young masters of the same age have three wives and four concubines, and constantly carry women to the house, this young master is clean and self-conscious. Not only does he not have a wife and a concubine, but he never sets foot in the land of fireworks, he is very kind to every woman, but he never exceeds Ju ~ floating, it is this that makes countless girls love this second son Wen more and more crazy.

Beside him, sat a woman. The woman was well-behaved and serene, with her head in her hands, staring at the strings that played the moving movement for a moment, as if everything around her had been withdrawn from the world.

When her eyes turned, the girl's eyes flowed with admiration and the shyness of her daughter's family.

The person who played the piano was unaware, intoxicated in his own world, and took away the tenderness ~ affection ~ silk of a place.

On the other side of the pavilion, two men and two women sat casually. Those two women are the eldest lady of the county mansion, Wen Wen, and the second lady, Wen Yuan.

Gently and carefully listened to the second brother Wen Ting playing the piano, moving with his piano sound. The second brother's piano skills can be called a must in Dayang. Although he is also proficient in piano skills, he is much inferior to this second brother. No matter how many times I listen to it, I still get hooked.

The second brother once said that his piano skills are no less than his, and what he lacks is the perception of life. After pondering it for a long time, I still don't know what I want.

Wen Yuan is very active, and she usually can't bear it. But when Wen Ting played the piano, he also put on a rare serious expression, and he couldn't blink his eyes.

Behind them, on the stone table, there were two men who were toasting and drinking. One of them, dressed in red brocade, was full of vigor and dignified appearance. A pair of charming peach blossom eyes, one hook and one pick, you can hook the souls of the girls.

At this time, he was sipping a small wine, while closing his eyes and facing sideways, listening to the beautiful music, and nodding his head in enjoyment. I admired in my heart: Wen Ergongzi's piano skills are really unparalleled in the world!

This person is Mo Zizhou, the young master of the Ruiguo Mansion, "The wine is piercing the intestines**, and the color is a steel knife scraping bones." The little grandfather kicked the five tigers drunken and angrily, and the third lady of the county mansion blocked the street to rob the marriage. "Little grandfather, it's him, the popular person everyone talked about after tea and dinner on the streets and alleys a while ago.

Wen Shu "blocked the street to rob the marriage", and the situation after that can be said to be miserable and miserable, and finally ended up being a soul and being occupied by others. On the other hand, the other party is really full of spring breeze and looks extraordinary.

For him, that incident was just a funny and troublesome episode in his life after all. What about others is not in his sight at all.

The man sitting across from him, who looked older than him, was also silent. That face is like a moving ice sculpture that freezes wherever it goes. The eyes are deep, the face is gloomy, and when it is not moving, the eyes are as dark as a pool, and when it moves, the dark and shining eyes become extremely sharp and full of aggression. When he looks at you silently, those eyes that see through the world seem to be able to penetrate your texture and see into the depths of your heart.

is calculating, cunning and cunning, for some reason when Wen Shu saw Shen Bingyi for the first time, these eight words automatically appeared in his mind.

Shen Bingyi, Prince Chaoyong, the emperor's eighteenth uncle, is also the youngest uncle. is almost the same age as Wen Ting Mo Zizhou, and they are friends who grew up together.

The little girl who was lying next to Wen Ting and listening to the piano was his cousin, the lord of Yuping, the pearl of King Qing. The county lord of Yuping admires Wen Ting, and a girl's family is embarrassed to come to the county mansion often, so she often pulls her cousin.

Although Shen Bingyi is a grim person, he cherishes this cousin very much, and many people have laughed and said that Shen Bingyi, a cousin, cares and loves the county lord of Yuping more than King Qing.

It's no wonder that Yuping has been closer to this cousin since he was a child.

Wen Ting's piano skills are unparalleled, and he is willing to play a song to help the fun, otherwise even the king of heaven and Lao Tzu will not be able to force him.

The wind is just right, the mood is especially good, and the sound of wisps of strings is gorgeous this spring and summer.

After a song, there was a cheering exclamation. The warblers were flying, Wen Ting picked up the guqin and floated up, smiling warmly at the people present.

This spring, it's so warm.

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