The modern tune directly stunned the little girl.

She is a little princess who is not familiar with the world, but she also has a not very happy childhood and a somewhat depressed heart, and it is easy to be attracted to this kind of slowly narrated tune.

Especially after the prelude, Xu Shu sang in a low voice.

"Old memories are like a window, which is difficult to close when you open it. *”

She sang with low eyebrows, her ten fingers like jade, flying on the strings, and also turning out scenes and scenes, making people fall into the whirlpool of music.

Even Qi Muran stared at her for a moment.

At the end of the song, Xu Shu withdrew the hand that was placed on the piano.

"How?"

Was this kind of modern tune acceptable to ancient people?

Xu Shu was also a little apprehensive in his heart.

It was the first time Qiqi had heard such a feeling in a zheng.

The intensity of these feelings and memories will make people trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves.

Xu Shu's voice is so good, and her singing is a hundred times better than the court singers she has heard.

After all, the singer has to be on call anytime and anywhere, and most of the time she doesn't sing with real feelings.

Qi Muran just lowered his good-looking eyes and didn't speak.

"Doesn't it sound good?"

Xu Shu was irrepressibly disappointed, and he still had to play ancient songs.

She began to search for the old songs in her head.

Qiqi said very seriously: "No, it's too good." ”

"Three days around the beam."

Qiqi is also a person who reads poetry and books, but he can't find the words to describe it.

It's really... It's so unique.

It was different from all the tunes she had ever heard.

Xu Shu hooked the corners of his mouth.

Does it sound good? There are so many good songs.

But... What does Qi Muran think?

When Xu Shu looked at him, he kept his eyes down and didn't raise them.

No, is this song so boring that it makes him fall asleep?

Or is it that the Seventh Prince, who has elegant taste, doesn't like to listen...

Qi Muran raised his head and glanced at her meaningfully, "The day after tomorrow, don't lose the face of this king." ”

He hadn't even broken free from this song for a while.

Obviously, he hates some women who are coy and pinch their throats to speak.

But... Why is her voice so soft, so soft, like a feather, fluttering, across her heart.

Xu Shu wanted to say who gave me a chance to lose face, but held back.

So... Qi Muran recognized her meaning.

"Sister Xu, what else do you need now?" Qiqi is very diligent.

It is incumbent upon you to do the fairy a favor!

"I want another set of clothes."

Qiqi immediately: "Okay, leave it to me, I will... Huh? What about my seventh uncle? ”

Xu Shu: "I just went out." ”

Qiqi: "Oh, why are you in such a hurry?" ”

Uncle Seven has always been very calm, and he was able to stay in danger when the northern army pressed him before, and even wrote a peerless post.

Her father still loves that post.

I guess there was something urgent today.

Qiqi and Xu Shu decided to practice in the house all day today and go shopping for clothes tomorrow.

In fact, Qiqi privately wanted to listen to Xu Shu play the piano, so he said that he would practice the piano for a day today.

Xu Shu didn't know if the original owner's hand was flexible enough, so he had been practicing fingering non-stop.

Qiqi frequently asked her if she would play "Old Dream" in the competition the day after tomorrow.

Xu Shu blinked mysteriously: "No, I still have a big killer." ”

"Wow."

Qiqi held his cheeks.

The big killer...

I really want to hear it.

But Qiqi Xiaogong rolled around all day, but he couldn't shake Xu Shu.

She just didn't hear the so-called big killer.