Yue Qingqian took a sip of tea slowly, and said casually: "Even if it is given to the palace, the palace will not play, isn't it a waste?" On the contrary, it is in Ye Jingyu's hands that can play the role of that guqin better. Maybe the next time you pass by Jing'an Palace, you can still hear the beautiful sound of the piano. ”

"Mother is right." Qiu Yue figured it out on her own.

Yue Qingqian said again: "By the way, do you remember the name of that guqin?" ”

There are probably not many guqins in the world, and there seem to be only six in her impression, three of which have been in legends and have never been born. There are three more, which have indeed appeared.

For example, Li Feifei, the crown princess of the Eastern Qi Kingdom, has a guqin in her hand, named Yujian Mingquan, which is a rare good piano.

It is rumored that the sound is like the clear spring of the mountain stream, and with Li Feifei's excellent piano skills, it is a good match.

There is also a guqin called the Snowy Night Bell, which is only known in the Wei State, but it is not clear who is in the hands of the Wei State.

Yue Qingqian thought to herself that the guqin that Qin Moxuan got should not be one of the three in the legend.

Qiu Yue thought about it for a long time, her brows were furrowed, and her appearance was very cute.

Yue Qingqian looked at her like this, chuckled, and said, "If you can't think of it, forget it, when Ye Jingyu comes tomorrow, this palace can ask her directly." ”

She picked up the cup and took another sip of tea, thinking about when to go to Ye Jingyu's palace to see the guqin.

"By the way, that guqin is called Qiutang Hanyu." Qiu Yue was very excited, and finally remembered.

"Bang-" The sound of the cup breaking sounded in the hall, and it was the cup in Yue Qingqian's hand that was broken.

This is the first time Qiu Yue has seen her own mother so out of shape, and her face has changed.

Then she asked, somewhat incredulously, "What did you say?" What is that guqin called? ”

Although Qiu Yue was strange, she still replied honestly: "Qiu Tang Hanyu." ”

There was no indifferent expression on Yue Qingqian's face, and she looked a little lost at the moment.

She got up from the couch, and Qiu Yue hurriedly stopped: "Niang Niang, be careful, Qiu Yue collected the fragments on the ground first." ”

Yue Qingqian was slightly stunned for a moment, and said, "Qiuyue, after cleaning up the ground, you can go out." Hongu wants to be alone for a while. ”

"Yes." noticed that her mother's mood was wrong, but Qiuyue didn't dare to stay longer.

Niangniang rarely looks like this, she can be sure that Niangniang will be like this because she said the name of the guqin. But why does a name make your own mother so out of shape? Qiu Yue couldn't figure it out.

Therefore, she could only quickly pack up everything and retreat.

In the huge palace, only Yue Qingqian was left, and she was still staying on the couch.

It's just that she is sitting on the couch at the moment, one leg bent, one hand supporting her forehead, and there is a sadness on her face.

Qiutang Hanyu is one of the three real guqins, in addition to Li Feifei's Yujian Mingquan and Wei's snowy night bells, there is also this Qiutang Hanyu. It is also the guqin that she once played, and the secret exists in the Yue family.

It's just that since the fall of the Yue family, the piano has also disappeared with it. Now it has appeared in the Western Qin Palace again, in the hands of Qin Moxuan. Now, he gave the piano to Ye Jingyu again.

Yue Qing sighed faintly, those memories that had been sealed in her heart were all revealed at this moment, and they could no longer be concealed.

"Qingqian, your piano is so good, the best I've ever heard."

"Qingqian, I'll come to your house to listen to you play the piano in the future, okay?"

"Qingqian, your song is called "Cold Moon", right......"

"Shallow, I'll ...... in the future cough cough cough ...... I'm afraid it won't be ...... anymore I can't listen to you play the piano anymore...... cough cough cough ......"

"Shallow ......"

“……”

There was a girl's voice in her ears, but this was something that Yue Qingqian didn't want to remember.

She had a playmate when she was a child, her name was Han Qinghuan, and Yue Qingqian liked to call her Huanhuan.

Han Qinghuan is the daughter of a scholarly family, and she lives next door to the Yue family.

Just because when she was young, her father took her to visit Yue's house, and she once strayed into the back garden of Yue's house, and was running into Yue Qingqian, who was playing.

That year, Yue Qingqian was seven years old, and since she was a child, she was extremely talented in music, and the Yue family invited the best violinist in the Western Qin Kingdom to teach her.

When Yue Qingqian was seven years old, he was already able to play the piano that was not inferior to that of ordinary luthiers.

That year, Han Qinghuan was six years old, and because of the attraction of the sound of the piano, he saw Yue Qingqian, who was kneeling under the peach blossom tree and playing.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the petals are blown off by the breeze from time to time, forming a beautiful picture with the light moon playing under the peach blossom tree.

Six-year-old Han Qinghuan was a little stunned by such a beautiful scene, she wanted to go up to say hello, but she felt that she couldn't interrupt others' playing, so she simply stood aside and listened.

After Yue Qingqian finished playing, Han Qinghuan finally appeared, and said with a sweet smile: "Sister, the music you played is so good." ”

Yue Qingqian was a little surprised by Han Qinghuan's sudden appearance, the people of the Yue family would never disturb her when she was playing the piano, let alone break into this back garden, which was almost private. She was a little more curious about Han Qinghuan's appearance.

However, it is always happy to be praised by others, Yue Qingqian smiled and said, "Thank you, what is your name and why are you here?" "The dress of this person in front of me is obviously the dress of a young lady of a family, and Yue Qingqian has been very good at observing people since she was a child.

Han Qinghuan told her father about her father's visit to Yue's house, and she herself got lost when she was relieved, so she strayed into this back garden.

Yue Qingqian was clear and said with a smile: "My name is Yue Qingqian, you can call me Qingqian." ”

Han Qinghuan's eyes flashed, her face was slightly fleshy, she looked like a bun, she smiled happily: "Okay, shallow." Then it's okay for you to call me Qinghuan. ”

Yue Qingqian was amused by her cute appearance, thinking that this was clearly a little bun, and the word Qinghuan was really not suitable for her. However, there is a saying that the eighteen changes of the female university, and she should be very beautiful when she grows up.

"Okay?" Han Qinghuan saw that Yue Qingqing didn't speak, and said pitifully, the watery eyes were blinking, and his appearance was very cute.

Yue Qing smiled lightly: "Shall I call you Huanhuan?" Yue Qingqian couldn't help but stepped forward and rubbed the two buns on Han Qinghuan's head, feeling that it felt good, so she rubbed it again.

"Okay, okay, then you can call me Huanhuan." Han Qinghuan probably felt that the name Huanhuan had never been called, this was a special name.