When he heard a melodious sound of the piano, the handyman was stunned for a moment, and said that I had heard the mountain chief and his piano in the crowd last year, but it was definitely not the current movement at that time, and since the day of the fight, Wu Shanchang has never played the qin and sang in front of others.

At present, the sound of the piano is definitely not from the hand of the mountain chief, who is so bold that he dares to touch the qin in front of the mountain chief, in order to expose his scars? Could it be that the female musician in the teaching workshop in the city was found by the mountain chief to serve the wine bureau?

As soon as he thought of the word 'female music', the handyman's face suddenly had a little narrow smile, and he said in his heart, don't look at the square and old-fashioned appearance of this Wushan elder, it turns out that there are a lot of flowers and intestines in this back.

It's a shame that others still think that he doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, it turns out that he is also a temperamental person in private, this is a big braggart and chatting fun, wait for me to take a closer look.

Thinking of this, the handyman turned around and tiptoed under the lighted window of the study, then wet his right index finger with saliva, and made a small hole in the window paper, and put his eyes together in the hole to look into the room carefully.

Who knew that it was good that this handyman didn't look at it, and when he saw it, he 'chuckled' in his heart, and it turned out that except for Wu Wenbiao, who patted Ying He lightly on the table with his left hand, and raised a glass with his right hand to drink with his eyebrows and smiles, there was no one else in this study.

There is no one else in this room, and Wu Shanchang has both hands in his hands, and he has not touched the piano, so where does this melodious and melodious sound of the piano come from?

Thinking of this, the handyman looked at it again, and found that there was a small square table two or three feet away in front of Wu Shanchang's body, on which was placed a five-foot-long piano case, and this burst of piano sound came from the piano case with a large lid!

"Brother Yang, right now, Chief Wu is teaching in the academy, and even the miscellaneous work of cleaning the courtyard has been diverted by me. This is the perfect time to go to the mountain chief's study to observe the Baoqin, and come with me soon. ”

After that, Sun Yiheng grabbed Yang Congxun's wrist and dragged people to Wu Wenbiao's study without saying anything.

This Yang Cong couldn't earn Sun Sheng's strength firstly, and secondly, he was really curious about what the baoqin that could play by himself looked like, so he gave up and smiled bitterly after earning a little bit.

"Brother Sun, you are anxious, just let the younger brother go with you. I also ask Brother Sun to let go of the little brother's wrist, and if you continue to pull it like this, the little brother's arm will be folded in your hands, Brother Sun. ”

The book is brief, and that day Yang Congxun and Sun Yiheng sneaked to the door of Wu Wenbiao's study.

When he saw a pair of iron generals on the door of the study, Sun Yiheng rolled his eyes, pulled Yang Congxun to the closed window on the side of the door, stepped forward and gently pushed it with his hand, and found that the window had been inserted with a pin from the inside.

Seeing this, Sun Yiheng chuckled "hey", took out a thin iron rod with a head and tail bent to the same side from his sleeve, and touched about the thickness of a hairpin.

Sun Yiheng first raised the iron rod and shook it lightly at Yang Congxun, saying, "Brother Yang, please keep your eyes on it", and then pinched one end of the iron rod with his hand, and stuffed the other end of the iron rod horizontally into the space between the window sash and the window lattice.

I saw Sun Yiheng carefully pinching the iron rod in his hand and slashing it left and right, only to hear the sound of "ding", and the curved part of the iron rod hit the iron plug behind the window.

Seeing that the position of the iron plug was set, Sun Yiheng carefully turned the thin iron rod in his hand, and turned the end of the iron rod out of the window.

I saw Sun Yiheng squeeze the two ends of the iron rod tightly together with his hands, clamped the iron plug behind the window sash with his hand, shook it up and down a few times, and then said "It's done" with his eyebrows, and stepped forward to gently touch the window with his head.

only heard the sound of "squeak", and the window sash that was originally tightly closed was actually "pryed" open by Sun Yiheng.

Seeing Yang Congxun on the side looking at him dumbfounded, Sun Yiheng raised the curved iron rod in his hand and smiled embarrassedly.

"The younger brother was very stubborn when he was young, so he was punished by his father to be locked in the study behind closed doors, not only did the door have to be locked, but even the windows of the study had to be locked from the outside with iron plugs.

I'm not afraid of Brother Yang's jokes, even if the younger brother was punished, he refused to stay in the room well, and he just wanted to go out crazy, so he took advantage of the opportunity to go out in the morning to ask his mother for morning greetings, and secretly hid a hairpin of my mother in his sleeve.

In the end, I figured out such a thing in the room, and it is a must to deal with this kind of window insertion, which really makes Brother Yang laugh. ”

After that, Sun Yiheng raised his hand and pointed to the window that he had pushed open and said to Yang Congxunqian: "Brother Yang, please!" ”

Seeing this, Yang Congxun laughed with a "poof": "It seems that Yang must have been uncultivated in his previous life, and he will only suffer from this obstacle in this life, and get acquainted with Brother Sun, you bandit who broke through the door and broke into the house."

However, Brother Sun, your pry open the windows of others and give in to the courtesy and humble style is really the same as Hu San, who stole Yang's chicken wings and blamed me, the master, for being rude and slow to be a guest. ”

After speaking, Yang Congxun and Sun Yiheng looked at each other and smiled, and then used their hands and feet together, one after the other, along the open window, and climbed into Wu Wenbiao's study.

As soon as they entered the study, their eyes were immediately attracted by the brocade box resting on the desk, five feet long and one foot wide, and tightly tied up by the cyan silk.

Looking at the size of this box, there is no doubt that it must be the case containing the piano.

Thinking of this, Yang Congxun turned around and glanced at Sun Yiheng, who immediately nodded clearly, walked forward with Yang Congxun, reached out to untie the silk wrapped around the piano case, and then opened the lid of the box, put his head on the top of the piano case, and carefully observed the treasure qin that was said to be able to play by itself.

But when I saw a four-foot-long ebony vertical gold pillar lyre lying quietly in the case, except that there were no exaggerated and complicated gold lines on the piano, it seemed that it was not much different from other common lyre.

Seeing this, Sun Yiheng couldn't help but stretch out his hand and gently stroke the three strings of the lyre, Shang and Jiao, and then shook his head and chanted two ancient poems: "If there is a sound on the qin, why don't the qin sound in the box?" If the voice is on the fingers, why not listen to the fingers? ”

After the bookbag was hoisted, Sun Yiheng turned his head to Yang Congxun: "Brother Yang, I see that the style of this piano is ordinary, and the sound and timbre of this piano can only be called average, and it is no different from the lyre in the drum shop on the street that costs a few taels of silver a handle.

But why did Wu Shanchang use such a gorgeous brocade box to carefully dress this extremely ordinary qin? Could it be that there is some mechanism that can't be ambushed? ”

As soon as Sun Yiheng's words fell, the lyre in the box was like an invisible person reaching out and plucking the strings......