A room full of famous pianos was really surprised by Ying Zhichu.

Sikong Yao looked at the secret room distractedly, and opened his lips lightly: "Because he has touched these pianos, so I carefully treasure them in the secret room." ”

Ying Zhichu found a chair to sit down and looked at her with his cheeks raised, "How do you want me to help you?" ”

Sikong Yao pondered and said, "Today is the thirteenth, and there are five days left to be the election day of the Qiushui Pavilion, before that, you have to learn a song and go to the night election." ”

Ying Weaving's eyes rolled, "Can you win an Oiran with a song?" ”

Sikong Yao retracted her gaze at the qin, stared at the woman's white face, and said firmly: "Yes, drunk, lyrics, songs, you only need to participate in the third item." When the time comes, I will call some grandma and introduce you to the competition. ”

“……”

"Rest assured, your face is now far from that of thirteen, and it will not be easily discovered unless you examine it closely. What's more, I'm not going to let that happen. ”

Ying Zhichu listened to her scheming and sighed secretly.

"The piano in the secret room, you can choose the one you like."

Ying Zhichu nodded, and chose a black and brown guqin according to his preference.

After she finished choosing, Sikong Yao led Ying Zhichu back to the study and pressed the secret door of the secret room again.

Ying Zhichu put the piano on the empty piano table, his fingertips touched the strings, and the thoughts in his mind were stunned, remembering the night in Qiushui Pavilion, Lu Shu's also empty piano platform.

If it is said that the drunken lyrics Qu Yan is the Qiushui Pavilion Ya Competition, Lu Shu is bound to participate as an Oiran, why is her piano stand also empty?

Doesn't she have a favorite guqin yet?

"From today on, I will teach you this song, cough cough ......" Sikong Yao's face turned pale, coughed slightly, and said softly: "I have limited energy, I can only teach you a few times, and you have to rely on yourself to practice diligently." ”

Ying Zhichuxiu raised his eyebrows, smiled lightly: "My piano skills are limited, if I can't do what you want......

"Absolutely." The corners of Sikong Yao's mouth tightened, staring at the guqin that should be selected primarily, as if he had made a good bet.

"Oh, that's great." She got up smartly, flashed to the side, and motioned for Sikong Yao to take a seat.

Sikong Yao looked at her sensitive, her eyes flashed with obscurity, and she turned her wheelchair and walked to the piano platform.

"This song, called Bai Shouyue, is a new song that took me three months to compose."

Her voice was restrained and respectful.

The white first covenant, the white first covenant given to the man......

Unfortunately, he couldn't hear it.

Sikong Yao stretched out his slender ten fingers, and his eyes looked into the depths of the courtyard with light, as if he was looking for the handsome figure.

The fingertips gently pick the strings, and a note comes, and the music murmurs.

This song is tactful, long, and seems to have endless lovesickness that is difficult to relax, but the poignant place penetrates people's hearts and lungs, and people can't help crying for a while.

Endless acacia converges into the sound of the piano, permeated with the fragrance of nectar in the study, poignant and intense hovering high, and has not dispersed for a long time.

It wasn't until Sikong Yao's tears drooped lightly and a drop fell into the string that she stopped.

After the song was finished, the tone stopped, and Sikong Yao was still deeply immersed in it, and he couldn't forget it for a long time.

How sad it must be to be able to pop up such a realm.

Ying Zhichu couldn't help frowning when she heard it, the girl Huaichun was still considerate, thinking like crazy, and her feelings were a little sentimental and lingering.

She looked at the guqin and secretly regretted it.

Let the girl who has not opened her love for her, practice such a sad song, the more she thinks about it, the more she feels sorry for herself.

Sikong Yao turned the wheelchair and let go of the place on the piano platform, "You can try it." ”

Ying Zhichu sighed lightly, sat on the futon, and playfully plucked the strings twice with his fingers, and then laughed.

Bai Shou covenant, there is a sign in the temple: one heart and separation, sorrow to the end.

But the relationship between Miss Sikong and Mr. Yang can't reach this point.

Because she is good at dancing, her fingers are soft and different from ordinary people, and she plucks the strings with a kind of ingenious sound.

It's just that the meaning of the song is different, and her white head is less poignant, more firm and gentle.

Sikong Yao looked at Ying Zhichu Fuqin, and gradually lowered his eyes.

If Liang Zhen were compared with Qingzhi, what choice would he make?

Can't any of them be themselves?

Thinking about it like this is even more tiring, she silently left the study.

Ying Zhichu finished stroking the piano, looked back and saw that she was alone, she tapped the piano with her ten fingers, and saw the soft water secretly hiding in the courtyard to listen.

Ying Zhichu hummed lightly at the tip of his nose, his eyes flashed delicately, and he threw a copper coin and hit the soft water calf.

"Oops!" The copper plate hit impartially, and Roushui looked at the copper plate that rolled to the ground aggrievedly, silently picked it up and stuffed it into the purse, and walked into the study with trembling legs.

"Sir, you have gone too far." Roushui looked at her complainingly.

"Am I excessive?" As soon as the tail note was raised, Ying Zhichu stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers to scare her, "Who wrote to me to come?" ”

Roushui covered her forehead with her arm, and when she saw that the man was just pretending to scare, she was relieved and apologized shyly: "Hehe, Mr. doesn't care about me, I'm not for my young lady, okay?" Besides, I'm sure my husband won't be angry with my young lady for a long time. ”

Listening to her simple whispering, Ying Zhichu's eyebrows eased slightly, she hid the true opinion in her heart and didn't mention it, and only feigned anger: "I'm still hungry." ”

"What does the gentleman want to eat, my cooking is delicious." Roushui unconsciously approached the man, and her voice was soft.

Ying Zhichu smacked his mouth, "I want to eat roast chicken, Yangchun noodles, and steamed fish." ”

Roushui looked at his flat lower abdomen and laughed twice, "I'll go and make it for Mr., Sir, you eat some snacks first, I'll be fine soon." ”

As soon as the words fell, the people ran away two feet away, with a faint hint of laughter.

Ying Zhichu yawned, gently leaned on the piano table, and took a nap.

Thinking about the craftsmanship of soft water in her heart, will she be as reckless and half-baked as others?

……

"What are you going to do?"

A woman's coquettish roar woke up Ying Zhichu, she stretched her waist slightly, subconsciously looked at the courtyard, and couldn't help but be stunned.

The two of them stood at the entrance of the courtyard, the bamboo forest and grass plants covered half of the man's figure, and Roushui held the tray and shouted angrily at the man, "Are you finished, what my young lady should give you and what should not be given to you, what are you going to do?" ”

Sikong Yao is not in good health, so he should go to the inner house for a nap, otherwise Roushui would not be so loud.

Ying Zhichu touched his empty stomach and jumped up to see the excitement.

"Yang Shu asked?" The corners of her mouth are lightly raised, and her eyebrows and eyes are watching a play.

What kind of appearance does it look like to make a big lady never forget?

She straightened her folded sleeves, walked like a man walking, and walked lightly towards the two.

When he got closer, he saw Yang Shuwen dressed in a gray and white robe, with a wooden hairpin pulling his hair, a pale and thin complexion, deep eyebrows and eyes, and indecisiveness between his lips.

It can't be called a rich bone and jade posture, but it is also a scholarly and delicate.

Ying Zhichu frowned slightly, interrupting his intermittent explanation, "Your Excellency, is there something wrong here?" ”

Yang Shuwen's hand raised in mid-air froze, and suddenly turned his eyes to look at her, and his pupils of doubt slowly turned into shock.

"Who are you?" Wen Xiao's voice was light and trembling, as if there was a hidden feeling.

"This is my new husband!"

Roushui held the tray in front of Ying Weaving, like an old hen protecting a young hen.

Ying Zhichu shook his head speechlessly, and whispered in her ear, "What are you doing?" ”