Mrs. Yin said, "Don't say it's these little girls, it's our ladies in charge." ”

"There are also a few who have the courage to be upright, and to expose their shortcomings before others."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Yin embroidered a handkerchief to hide her face and smiled lightly.

"I think when I was a child, my handwriting was ugly, and I was afraid that someone would find out and make jokes."

"I hid it all day long, practiced calligraphy hard behind everyone's back, and finally dared to take it out to see people after a small success."

"Those days ......"

Mrs. Yin seemed to be caught in a memory, and shook her head helplessly.

"There is always a feeling of being a thief, for fear of being exposed."

"If I had the courage of the county lord of Jinning back then, I wouldn't have had to practice calligraphy every day in the cold winter and have suffered so much."

Mrs. Yin said, looking at Song Qingyuan's eyes, there was also a look of approval.

At this time, I saw Song Qingyuan looking at Yin Yijudao, "The painting is there, the poem is ready, and the words are also written." ”

"Next, I would like to ask Miss Yin to make a tune for everyone with this poem and painting."

"This ......"

Yin Yirou frowned, so it was difficult.

"There is snow, there are plums, and there are beauties, and there are such good poems to match, the song is really difficult to make."

"Still, Irou is willing to give it a try."

As she spoke, Yin Yirou's gentle face showed a little smile.

There is confidence in the smile, and there is a regret that is not easy to detect.

Now that the man has left, Qin Gongzi is afraid that he will not be able to be open, and listen to her play the piano......

Yin Yirou sat in front of the piano case, her slender fingers slowly plucking the strings and adjusting the sound.

"Let's move on."

Song Qingyuan turned his head, leaving Yin Yirou time to think.

"When Miss Yin makes enough music, let's listen to the beautiful piano sound again."

"Good!"

All should be reconciled.

At this time, a melodious piano sound suddenly sounded after the words. The fastest network update Mobile::/m.. com/

The distant wisps of piano sound, melodious, a kind of rhyme but resonant.

Snowflakes are flying, accompanied by cold plums, and the young woman looks at it from a distance, as if she is whispering and crying.

It was as if there were countless words, and I don't know to whom to speak.

The sound is high or low, or flowing water, or a stream, or a mountain spring, or the sound of insects.

The thoughts of a woman standing in the plum snow are vividly expressed.

"Good!"

At the end of the song, countless applause rang out, and the ladies of various families competed to praise each other.

Mrs. Yin, Mrs. Qin's face showed a smile of honor.

"Yirou, this kid plays the piano well, and has worked hard."

Madam Qin nodded.

Mrs. Yin smiled, "Yi'er's child is also good." ”

Hearing this, the other lady laughed and quipped.

"Yi Rouqin is good, Qin Yixiao is good, this talented woman is good-looking, Qin Se and Ming, isn't it right."

"When you get married in the future, you will play the flute to me, and you will be a fairy couple."

"What Mrs. Zhou said is extremely true!"

Mrs. Qin and Mrs. Yin laughed one after another.

At this time, Yin Yirou got up, with a bright smile on her soft and lovely face, and a pair of eyes staring at Song Qingyuan.

Turning to the side, he bowed slightly, "Yi Rou is ugly." ”

The movements are gentle, the voice is tactful, and whoever looks at it in the eyes is modest.

Song Qingyuan saw the provocation inside the moment Yin Yirou looked over and showed off.

And also...... A strong fighting spirit.

Song Qingyuan chuckled, she did underestimate Yin Yirou.

I have to admit that Yin Yirou plays the piano well.

In particular, she has already given Yin Yirou time to prepare.

Who thinks, people don't need it at all, as soon as her voice fell, the piano sounded and slapped her in the face directly. ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese網ωωω.. còм

Song Qingyuan stretched out his hand and touched his fair face twice.

The face does not hurt!

"Miss Yin's piano is really good!"

Song Qingyuan nodded affirmatively and gave a very pertinent evaluation.

Suddenly her eyebrows moved, should she add another fire to detonate Yin Yirou's jealousy.

Only in this way can people who get carried away by love and lose their minds be more likely to do impulsive things.

Thinking so, Song Qingyuan walked to the side of the piano case.

"I haven't played the piano for a long time, and today I listened to Miss Yin's song, but my hands are a little itchy."

Itchy hands?

Yin Yirou sneered, this Jinning County Lord is afraid that he wants to learn piano skills with her!

Yin Yirou stroked it gently, and the hair that was blown up between her foreheads.

"Since that's the case, I wonder if the county lord of Jinning is willing to play a song for us and others, so that we can feast our ears?"

"That's a good proposal!"

Qin Huilan responded immediately, blinking her star eyes and looking at Song Qingyuan expectantly.

"Jinning County Lord!"

"Jinning County Lord!"

"The county lord of Jinning, please play a song!"

The ladies of all families spoke one after another.

Since Song Qingyuan is willing to perform, they are also happy to be successful as guests.

"Okay, then I'll play a song."

Song Qingyuan immediately responded, sat in front of the piano desk, stroked his fingers, and a graceful song of "Meditation Song" sounded.

The melodious melody seems to be able to cleanse people's hearts and make people feel calm, quiet and comfortable.

It seems to be back in nature, and it is like returning to the arms of a mother.

Slowly, the audience quieted down, held their breath, and listened to this song wholeheartedly.

Feel the peace of that moment in your heart.

At the end of the song, the meaning is still unfinished, and many people are still immersed in it, savoring the melody and never returning to their senses.

Until a moment later.

Applause rang out, and a lady sighed faintly, "Good tune!" ”

"If the concubine is good at listening, this song should be "Meditation Song"."

"Yes!"

Song Qingyuan nodded.

"Madame is not bad, this is the "Meditation Song".

This is also Song Qingyuan's best track so far.

Even Su Mo once thought that he was inferior because of this track.

"No wonder the county lord of Jinning said that he is not good at writing poetry......"

Listening to Song Qingyuan's words, the lady smiled.

complimented, "The sound of the piano played by the master of Jinning County has been fascinating and fascinating. ”

"No matter how good the poetry is, in front of this, it will become commonplace."

"Indeed!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, once there is a comparison, no matter how good things are, they will become ordinary things.

Just like the rice paper commonly used by literati and ink writers, the sales of Yaxinzhai are already high-quality, but when placed in front of Chengxintang paper, it looks dwarfed.

Thinking about it this way, everyone understands why Song Qingyuan said that he is not good at composing poetry, all because of this beautiful piano sound.

"If you want to say that among these ladies in our capital, the best one to play the piano is Su Mo, the granddaughter of Su Ge Lao."

Mrs. Luo said, "Unexpectedly, today I can hear the sound of the county lord of Jinning, but it is even better than Su Mo. ”

Song Qingyuan's piano skills may be a little immature in the eyes of everyone who plays the piano.

But her piano sound is easy to bring people into the situation and resonate.

This is the highest level that all people who play the piano pursue.

The piano technique is easy to practice, but the heart of the piano is difficult to find.

"It's just a song, and I don't deserve such praise from Madame."

Song Qingyuan smiled modestly and bowed slightly to everyone.

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