"It's just that Qingyi is stupid, and I hope His Royal Highness the Crown Prince won't be angry." The indifferent voice was like a breeze, but there was no gratitude between the words.

Sun Qingyi glared at Rong Jing dissatisfied, she knew that it was an extremely impolite action, but she didn't want to control her temperament.

deliberately asked herself if she wanted to learn, and then let Song Yin teach herself, although she didn't know what he was doing, but she just felt uncomfortable inexplicably.

Rong Jing just looked at her calmly, and his scrutinizing eyes were amused by her gaze.

Song Yin, who was immersed in joy, didn't notice the small movements between the two at all, and picked up his bamboo flute to demonstrate it to Sun Qingyi.

Even if it's the same tune, different people have completely different feelings when they blow it.

Song Yin is full of vitality, and the quiet tunes also bring a few parts of activity, while Rong Jing is quiet, and the tunes he blows make people unconsciously calm down.

Sun Qingyi knows how to play the flute, but the ancients played it, and the music was completely in her heart, and there was no piano score to speak of, so she also had the heart to learn.

Song Yin demonstrated, Sun Qingyi got up and went to the room to take out her bamboo flute, fortunately her hobbies are similar to the original owner, and this is still a piccolo with extremely exquisite workmanship.

Harui smiled.

Holding the flute, sitting in his place endright, according to the tune he had just remembered in his mind, Sun Qingyi responded in a melodious whisper with deep eyes.

He could learn so well for the first time, even Rong Jing couldn't help but be surprised, he regretted it a little, he shouldn't have given up such a good opportunity to Song Yin.

Until the end of the song, the two of them still didn't come back to their senses, looking at the surprised faces of the two, Sun Qing couldn't help but be stunned, although she hadn't touched her bamboo flute for a while, but it shouldn't be so ugly, right?

"Isn't that ugly?" Sun Qingyi asked cautiously.

Song Yin hurriedly shook his head, "On the contrary, Brother Rong Jing and I were both attracted by your melodious flute. ”

This song should only be in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times.

Affirmation from others, Sun Qingyi lowered her head happily, meditating on another familiar score in her heart, and suddenly wanted to play a song for them.

The tactful flute sound is very rhythmic, and modern music is not like the ancients who created it, it is all inspired by the situation, somewhat monotonous, and the multiple elements of modern music make this piece very different.

"What kind of tune is this? It sounds so good? Rong Jing asked in surprise, he loved music very much, but he had never heard such a beautiful tune.

"Back to Your Highness, this is Qingyi's own song." Sun Qingyi whispered nonsense, do you want her to come out with a name? It's definitely going to be exposed.

"I didn't expect Miss Qingyi to be so good at music and rhythm, and Song Yin didn't know how to teach the girl the tune, what a shame for herself, hahaha......"

Joyful laughter echoed around the room, and the three of them laughed together, not feeling embarrassed at all.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is too modest, and what Qingyi will know is just a trivial matter." Sun Qingyi put down the piccolo and said softly.

The small piccolo is very delicate, the antique color looks very old, and there are even a few words engraved at the end of the flute, but the pattern is complex, and it is difficult to identify after a long time of touching.

This bamboo flute made Rong Jing inexplicably familiar, "I take the liberty to ask this bamboo flute, where did Miss Qingyi get it?" ”

If he is not mistaken, this bamboo flute is exactly the same as the one he treasures at home, and even the position of the pattern at the end of the flute is exactly the same.

"This is the first gift that Qingyi received when she was born, and Qingyi loves it very much, so she always carries it with her."

Sun Qingyi didn't understand what Rong Jing meant, and explained indifferently.

But Rong Jing was inexplicably shocked The look in his eyes was complicated, but such a complexity was only for a moment, and it quickly disappeared.

He has habitually hidden his emotions and not let anyone find out, but when he faces different people, his mood is also different.

The bamboo flute he treasured was also the first gift he received when he was born, and his mother had told him that if one day he could meet another one that was exactly the same, it would be her wife.

This was an agreement made a long time ago, and Rong Jing was young at the time, not to mention that he still had Jiuyao to take into account, so he didn't take this matter to heart at all.

If a man has not achieved his achievements, how can he be in a hurry to marry a wife, have children, start a family?

For the first time, Sun Qingyi noticed that Rong Jing was actually out of control, and couldn't help asking, "Is there anything wrong with the bamboo flute?" ”

Rong Jing shook his head, but his eyes looked at her more hot, was it fate? Even in two countries, they still met, and he was still falling.

If such a calm and calm girl really becomes his wife one day, it will be a thing to rejoice.

"Don't worry about Brother Rong Jing, he often falls into deep thought like this." Song Yin jokingly said that he was a person with two personalities, and Sun Qingyi naturally understood.

At first, it was because of Sun Qingwen, so the three of them talked happily with each other, and after getting to know each other more deeply, they will find that each other is much wiser than when they first met.

Sometimes making a friend doesn't need a so-called life-and-death friend, although such an experience will make the relationship more testable.

Because of Sun Qingyi's temperament, she is not used to taking the initiative to participate in other people's discussions, especially discussing some stories about the proprietor Li Jiaxiao.

So she has only a handful of friends in this world, and Song Yin and Rong Jing know at a glance that they are not from the pool, although they are not from this country.

"Miss, the general has sent a message to the two Highnesses." While the three of them were talking happily, Cheng Xue's voice suddenly sounded at the door of the room.

"Okay, I got it." Sun Qingyi responded indifferently, from poetry and poetry to philosophy of life, from stars and moon to a meal and a dish, although he is not very proficient, but people with the same interests are always much more comfortable together.

"Miss Qingyi's interest is far beyond what I guessed, so Song Yin took his leave first." Song Yin jokingly said that in front of Sun Qingyi, he was sometimes full of shelves, and sometimes he was as easy to get along with as a friend.

This made Sun Qingwen smile bitterly, so she had to get up and salute the two highnesses respectfully and send them off.

After they left, the secluded courtyard returned to its previous quietness, and Cheng Xue put away the teacup on the table and smiled playfully.