After settling the subordinates, Ye Jiu gathered Su Chun's group of people.

"Two days ago, I told you to learn the piano and dance, how are you doing?"

"Back to the master, I can play, but it's still a little hot."

Ye Jiu nodded, still quite satisfied.

"After five days, you have to learn how to play the piano or dance."

"Yes."

The crowd responded in unison.

"Which of you will play a song for me to hear."

At this time, Su Xia took a step forward with the qin in his arms.

"Master, I'll come."

As he spoke, he sat down at the stone table and played.

……

For the rest of the day, Yejiu was teaching them to learn art.

It's just that their talent is not low, and they don't have to worry more about Ye Jiu.

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night

……

"Mom, what is this?"

A little girl about three years old who looked like a doll was lying on the lap of a middle-aged woman, looking at her innocently.

"This is a paper butterfly, do you like it?"

The woman smiled.

"I like it."

When the woman smiled, the child laughed too.

……

The sleeping man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were confused for a moment.

Ye Jiu pursed her lips and touched her depressed chest.

I remembered the man again......

She got up, pulled the coat over the bed, and walked out the door.

The moonlight poured quietly in the courtyard like flowing water, like a dream, as if spreading a thin veil on the ground.

Yejiu had a whim.

She returned to the room and went out of the room again with the guqin leaning against the wall.

Put the guqin in your arms on the stone table and sit on the stone bench by yourself.

Staring at the guqin, his eyes are empty.

I almost forgot that my guqin was also taught by that person.

Attach your hands to the piano and play and sing gently.

Ye Jiu will never forget the man's clear eyes, delicate face and ...... Kind heart.

She was slightly bitter.

Why be so kind......

Why not leave her behind......

Moist eye sockets.

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Beigong Matsuri lay on the corrugated roof, his hands behind his head, and looked at the full moon in the sky.

Suddenly, a song brought him back to his senses.

He propped himself up with his hands and looked in the direction where the voice came from—Yejiu's courtyard.

He got up and carried it lightly.

Beigong Matsuri stood on the corrugated roof of the man's courtyard and looked at the woman below.

The trick of white clothes, black as ink, white as jade, stunning in the city.

The sound of the piano rises in a curling voice, like flowing water, and like a whisper, tactfully lingering, rippling in the air with small ripples.

The sleeves flutter in the wind, gently raise with the passage of music, and then fall gracefully, beautiful as a mirage.

The girl sat there, the dark night, the cold moonlight sprinkled on her made the girl lonely, as if there was an invisible wall, isolating the girl from the outside world, she couldn't get out, and others couldn't get in.

Seeing this scene, Beigong Sai's heart tingled slightly.

Who are you and what have you been through......

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Seongyong-in

Nalan Rongzhi, who couldn't sleep, stood in the courtyard.

When he heard the sound of the piano, he was stunned.

What a beautiful sound!

The source of the sound of the piano seems to be not far away, in this palace.

He turned on the light, went out of the courtyard gate, and looked for the sound of the piano, and he came to the courtyard of Yejiu.

Where did the sound come from?

Nalan Rongzhi looked at the courtyard gate in front of him and hesitated.