My wife is cute

Chapter 32 Competing with Piano Skills [1]

A pair of autumn pupils turned sideways slightly, seeing Jun Ziye's attitude towards him, the corners of Yan Wushuang's mouth curled up slightly, even if he could not get the crown prince, it would be good to get the favor of the third prince.

Bu was surprised to hear the sound of the piano, but frowned.Listening to the sound of the piano is clearly a woman expressing her admiration for the man she likes, but later on, the sound of the piano changes from love to resentment, and in the end it turns out to be a secret, ah, although this piano skill is good, it is unpopular what!
There is that woman in the Hongyu Tower who has such piano skills, who else is there besides Yan Wushuang, the oiran?
Didn't it mean that Yan Wushuang is arrogant and doesn't take visitors easily?Hehe, the person who can make the top card meet in person must have a lot of background.

snort!The character of this unparalleled girl is nothing more than that.Since you want to confuse people with your piano skills, let me meet you for a while.Bu Jing suddenly showed an evil smile.

She waved her hand in surprise, lazily got up and said to the angry Qing Fenghe: "The girl has played for some time, I'm afraid I'm a little tired, let me play a song for the girl Get rid of your fatigue."

From the very beginning when Qingfenghe heard the beautiful sound of the piano, she knew that it was Yan Wushuang who did it, and seeing Bu Jingran's intoxicated look, she was already impatient, this Yan Wushuang would rob her of everything!
Suddenly hearing what Jing Ran said, his voice was warm and pleasant, and he also showed a faint sense of concern for her, and then his mood eased down, and he pretended to be reserved: "It's rare that the young master is versatile, so I will let the young master." After finishing speaking, Feng He Lifting the hem of the skirt, Lianbu lightly moved to the seat next to her and sat down.

Shi Shiran moved to the piano case, and put his ten fingers on the strings of the piano that had played so many joys and sorrows. Bu was shocked to see the scene of himself in the brothel, and then thought of those drunk and dreamy people in this fireworks and willow alley. The men and women sighed lightly, their minds moving slightly.

Close your eyes, raise your hand, and pluck the strings.

The sound of the guzheng is long and gentle.Shocked red lips parted:
Who ever looked for me in the deep rain at the city gate;
The ancient and clumsy landscapes are illuminated by the bright moon at night;
How many songs have I left to sing.

The pen and ink swiped according to the order are lost by Luo Qi every time;

Who knows my down and out, who knows my pride.

The slightly deep baritone voice spread around like a tide, and Bu Jingran slowly sang the scene in his heart, as if he saw the scholar described in the song writing for his beauty, intoxicated by his beauty, but a proud man.

Who has been waiting for me in the fireworks alley;
The blooming and decaying flower wall, only mottled remains;

With whom have I laughed under the flowers?

A woman with celadon like water, smiling in tranquility;
Only when the years are quiet, do you know that you are no longer young.

The singing was empty and silent, Xiao Se rippling away with the sound of the piano wave after wave, the men who were lingering in the Hongyu Tower at this time put down their wine glasses, and the women who were forced to smile lowered their heads in thought.

The wind blows away the dead leaves and shakes off the empty cicadas;

It fell into a courtyard full of peonies.

When singing on stage, bead curtains are hung,

How could my pen be amazing.

This white dress is ordinary, and I am used to it;

The new words were sung eight or nine times a night,

Change the broken string lute and return again,
Singing to wine at night;
The taste remains the same.

This white garment is bondage and weariness,
Whoever knocks the wine over when the glass is empty,
Toss the messy rolls in exchange for my drunken fairy.

Even if you can't see clearly,
Whoever does not change the tour of the Red Chamber will not be able to carry sorrow.

Surprised, she closed her eyes and sang the song in her heart affectionately. She was dressed in a moon-white robe, which made her even more out of the world. The slight movement of the white clothes and the ethereal singing made her look like a banished fairy temporarily living in the world of mortals.

(End of this chapter)