Until one day, she suffered the greatest humiliation in her life, which not only ruined her reputation, but also almost lost her marriage contract with Chu Mohan, and was ridiculed by everyone.

Since that day, she has secretly sworn in her heart that she will practice this piano skill well and be ashamed.

During that time, she found a no-man's corner, and worked tirelessly every day to practice this piano skill, and when she was not easy to practice this piano skill well, she never had the opportunity to show it to everyone and win back her reputation and face.

Even when she mentioned it to Chu Mohan and wanted to play a song for him, Chu Mohan always looked bored, saying next time, next time, but until she died, Chu Mohan never heard her piano sound.

"Miss, please." Mama Ma said with a hint of toughness in her tone.

Song Wanfeng sat in front of the piano, stretched out a finger and plucked a string, making a crisp sound. Seeing this, Mama Ma saw that Song Wanfeng actually knew how to audition, and thought that she had at least studied piano skills.

But who knows, when Song Wanfeng placed her hands on the strings, what she played was-

Babbling......

The rattling, harsh sound made Mama Ma frown, and the herbs and dewdrops standing behind her who were waiting for Song Wanfeng raised their hands to cover their ears.

"Stop!" Mama Ma roared angrily, but her voice was drowned out by the piercing piano sound.

It was rare to see Mama Ma's expressionless face cracked, which made Song Wanfeng can't help but be stubborn, deliberately playing louder and louder, and pulling the strings faster and faster.

Mama Ma couldn't stand it and reached out to hold Song Wanfeng's hand on the piano and plucked it indiscriminately.

"Haven't you ever learned the piano?" Mama Ma asked.

"I learned it when I was young, but then I abandoned it, and now I guess I have completely forgotten it." Song Wanfeng responded with a hidden smile on the corner of her mouth.

Behind her, Baicao and Dew Drop glanced at each other, indescribable.

"Okay, the old slave understands, the old slave teaches the eldest lady from the beginning." Mama Ma said, turned around and made it in front of the other piano, stretched out her hand and plucked it gently, and the strings immediately made a crisp sound.

"When plucking the strings, there is nothing more important than force, just pick it lightly and play along with the music......"

In order to let Song Wanfeng better understand, Mama Ma played while explaining, and when the words fell, she played the whole song, which was very pleasant.

I really can't see that Mama Ma's piano skills are so superb.

It's just that Mama Ma didn't Liu Mulan find her to torture her deliberately? Why did you teach her the piano so seriously?

According to reason, Mama Ma should only torture her enough, why let her learn this and that, just make a show.

"Miss, try it." Mama Ma said.

Hearing this, Song Wanfeng put her hands on the piano again, and her posture looked decent, but once she stretched out her hand to play, it was like sawing wood, and the sound she made was harsh and ugly.

"Miss, the old slave has just demonstrated it in detail, didn't the eldest lady pay attention to it just now?"

"Mama, I have, I really listened carefully, and I learned to play like you, but I don't know why I played it with such an ugly sound." Song Wanfeng also responded with a strange face.

However, in fact, she kept laughing in her heart.

She deliberately played like that, on the one hand, she was clumsy, if she really let Liu Mulan's mother and son know that her piano skills were so superb, I don't know what way to destroy her.

On the other hand, it was also funny to see Mama Ma's changing face.

She has been tortured by Mama Ma for so long, and she is not allowed to torture her too?

So from this day on, you can often hear the sound of sizzling and cheering from the listening rain hall, which is simply a magic sound in the ears, so bad that people want to hit the wall.

"Miss, otherwise, you might as well give up learning the piano." Dew couldn't help but persuade Song Wanfeng.

In the past few days, she and Baicao have been standing behind Song Wanfeng, listening to the destruction of the magic sound, and feeling that the sound seems to have been lingering in her ears, and it no longer echoes all the time, making her so broken.

"I want to too, but Mama seems to be on the same page with me." Song Wanfeng smiled helplessly.

She thought that she deliberately played indiscriminately for a few days, and after Mama Ma found out that she really didn't have the talent to learn the piano, she would give up, but who knew that it had aroused Mama Ma's competitiveness because of this, and she had to teach her.

Playing and playing, Song Wanfeng is a little used to such a sound, but it will be bitter for the grass and dewdrops, at least Mei Lan and Zhu Ju can escape from listening to Yuxuan while she is playing.

"Why don't you go and persuade Mama?" Dew Drop turned her head to look at Baicaodao.

"Why don't you persuade yourself?" Baicao said speechlessly.

"I'm stupid, you can say it better than me, so it's more appropriate for you to persuade me." Dewdrop Road.

"Who believes it, you are obviously afraid of Mama, so you let me say it." Baicao didn't know the intentions of the dewdrops, "Besides, as the concubine of the Wenguo Mansion, if the young lady can't play the piano if people spread it, won't they be laughed at." The young lady only played a little hard for the time being, and with more practice, she was able to play the music very well when she heard it. ”

"Baicao, I didn't expect you to expect so much from me." Song Wanfeng said helplessly, "Forget it, when Mama Ma finds out that your young lady and I don't have that talent, if you don't give up, you have to give up, so you can bear with it again." ”

But in fact, Song Wanfeng played the piano very badly, and it had already spread throughout the Wenguo Mansion, when Song Wanqing learned that Song Wanfeng had no talent for playing the piano at all, she smiled very imagelessly, and did not forget to show off her piano skills in front of Mama Ding.

"What do you think?"

"The second lady's piano sound is melodious and pleasant, tactful and continuous, high and undulating, and the aftermath is lingering, and the old slave thinks that the old slave has nothing to teach the second lady about this piano skill." Mama Ding praised with a smile.

"Really? Is my piano really as good as my mother said? ”

Song Wanqing has a few taels of her piano skills, and she is very clear, but she can hear Mama Ding from the palace say this, Song Wanqing is still very happy.

"It's really so good, for the piano skills, the second miss only needs to practice diligently on weekdays, and the rest don't need to be taught by old slaves, the second miss is very talented."

"That is, in the past few years, I have never fallen behind in my piano skills." Song Wanqing said proudly.

Thinking of Song Wanfeng's lame piano skills, the confidence in Song Wanqing's heart couldn't stop surging up, and a trace of cunning crossed her eyes, she was really curious about what kind of effect it would be if Song Wanfeng was asked to play a song in front of everyone one day.

Song Wanfeng found that Mama Ma's temper was really stinky and hard.

It's been so many days, she plays the piano badly and harshly every day, but Mama Ma has always refused to give up, and she has been tired of teaching her over and over again every day, letting her play over and over again.

Over time, Baicao and Dew Drops have become accustomed to this daily magic sound, and if they are suddenly gone, they will still be a little unaccustomed to it.

Mama Ma taught for more than ten days, and found that Song Wanfeng not only did not grow at all, but became more and more ugly, and there was a faint desire to break through the boundary of unpleasantness, which made Mama Ma a little suspicious.

"Isn't the eldest lady playing with an old slave?"

"What do you mean, Mama?" Song Wanfeng was puzzled.

"After practicing for so many days, the eldest lady's piano skills have not only not improved, but the more she practiced, the more difficult it became. If a person wants to play a song well, it takes countless times of practice, but if you want to play it badly, you can do whatever you want. ”

"Mamma mean I deliberately played the piano so badly?" Song Wanfeng couldn't laugh or cry, although she did do so.

"That's going to ask the eldest lady."

"Mama, what you said is a bit excessive, who would want the sound of their piano to be so ugly, not to mention that as the eldest lady of the princess of Wenguo, she needs to lead by example in everything." Baicao Road.

"Dew Drop is right, this no talent is no talent, and you can't force it, you can't force it, you won't be able to, and the eldest lady doesn't have to rely on this piano to survive." Dew Drop was also a little dissatisfied.

"Mama, I really want to play this piano well, but my hands don't seem to be able to unify with the thoughts in my head, I obviously think I can play it well, but the sound that pops up is-

It's embarrassing for Mama. ”

"It's the old slave who has overpassed." Song Wanfeng said so, and Mama Ma was embarrassed to suspect anything, "But as Baicao said, as the eldest lady of the Wenguo Mansion, I don't want to know all the tunes, but at least I should be proficient in one tune."

The iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, and the old slave believes that as long as the eldest lady insists on continuing to practice, she will be able to practice the song well. ”

"Thank you for your understanding." Song Wanfeng stretched out his hand to take the piano score.

Mama Ma first taught Song Wanfeng to play a few times, and then let Song Wanfeng practice a few times every morning and evening, and after playing for a week, Song Wanfeng's piano skills are still so indescribable, fortunately, Mama Ma no longer insisted, only let Song Wanfeng remember to practice every day.

As the days passed, Song Wanfeng never even went out of the door, and in order to be better than Song Wanfeng, Song Wanqing also stayed in Qingyun Garden every day and practiced hard.

"Baicao, do you think the eldest lady is a little different?" Dew Zhu stared at Song Wanfeng, who was sitting at the table and looking at the book, and whispered.

Hearing this, Baicao turned her head and stared at Song Wanfeng for a while, in fact, she had already noticed it, but this difference was a kind of sensory cognition, Baicao thought it was her illusion, but she didn't expect Luzhu to feel the same way.

"Do you feel like Miss is otherworldly?" Dew asked.

Baicao nodded, "I do feel this way, especially in the last few days. However, every time the young lady played the piano, this temperament was completely ruined. ”

"That's right, yes, and I feel like Miss's body is much better than before." This is what makes Dew Drop the happiest.

"What are the two of them muttering?" Song Wanfeng put down the book in her hand and asked.

"The slave is talking to Baicao, and the young lady seems to have changed a person these days."