"I wonder if I have this honor, let Qingyue play it for me first?" Murong Sichen thought that he had never heard this song in a woman's hands. I wonder what the meaning of Chai Qingyue plays it.

Thinking about it, he was really curious. Murong Sichen wished Chai Qingyue could agree to him immediately, and he could hear it as if he could.

Chai Qingyue chuckled and said, "What? Si Chen wants to hear it?"

He deliberately kept his appetite up, and did not agree or refused, just simply asked Murong Sichen if he wanted to hear it.

"Yes." Murong Sichen nodded like a garlic and said with great sincerity, "I have been fortunate to appreciate Qing Yue's dance posture, but I still don't know how Qing Yue's piano skills are?"

"Can you be lucky enough to appreciate it?" Chai Qingyue's words were full of disdain. Why was Murong Sichen so thick-skinned? Why didn't he notice it before?

Murong Sichen responded with a smile: "I wonder if I have this honor to listen to Qing Yue playing a song now?"

Chai Qingyue's eyes were slightly closed, and after thinking for a moment, she agreed: "Well, it's okay, I haven't touched the piano for many days. Why don't you let me appreciate it today and give me some advice by the way, so that I won't lose face at the flower viewing banquet three days later."

"Okay." If you don't manage it, Murong Sichen thinks it's better to achieve his goal. Anyway, he has always been so shameless in Chai Qingyue's eyes.

Who knew that as soon as Murong Sichen agreed to play a song for him, Chai Qingyue was in trouble now. It seemed that there was no piano in her dowry, so how should she play it?

A small face wrinkled together, and her delicate facial features could not tell her true face. She was full of entanglement. Chai Qingyue was thinking in her heart how she would speak to Murong Sichen so that she would not be so embarrassed.

After listening to Chai Qingyue's explanation, Murong Sichen was amused and cried, and felt that it was really ridiculous.

"Just let Lan Jin get the piano." Murong Sichen smiled and shook his head, quite helpless, "Why can't a piano be found in such a huge prince's mansion?"

Chai Qingyue scratched her head awkwardly. She seemed to have never expected this. She nodded with a red face and agreed: "Yes."

"Lan Jin." Murong Sichen shouted to the people outside the house.

Lan Jin, who had been waiting outside the house, heard Murong Sichen calling him, and quickly pushed the door and went in, lowered his head and replied, "I am here, I wonder what your highness has to give?"

"You go to the warehouse to get the old pineapple zither." Murong Sichen remembers that there is such a zither in the warehouse, which is a zither-shaped zither. It seems that it was made by a famous zither maker, which has a history of hundreds of years.

It is said that the piano sound is gorgeous, but Murong Sichen is not good at piano skills and has never had the chance to play it. Bai Chudie said that he wanted to see it, and it would be more perfect if he could play it, but Murong Sichen refused righteously.

Lan Jin finally found the guqin that was about to fall from the pile of things in the warehouse, and immediately lifted up the cloth bag and sent it to Murong Sichen.

"Old Zhong's zither?" Chai Qingyue's slender fingers stroked the position of the Thirteenth Emblem of the Guqin, and asked in surprise, his speech also rose happily.

Chai Qingyue's smile seemed to be contagious, and Murong Sichen unconsciously smiled: "It should be. I only remember that it is an extremely precious zither, and the zither maker is also a famous one."

"That's right." Chai Qingyue nodded and agreed, "It should be Mr. Zhong's zither."

Mr. Zhong was a master of zither making a hundred years ago. From selecting materials to painting paint, Mr. Zhong went on the battle himself. Unfortunately, his name was unknown and his birth and death year was unknown. He only knew that his surname was Zhong, so later generations respectfully called him "Old Zhong".

This is all Murong Sichen knows.

"I tell you that Mr. Zhong has not many pianos in the world, and it seems that there are no more than ten, so this piano you are particularly precious." Chai Qingyue felt that she could only use the simplest language to express her inner joy and excitement. "I didn't expect that I would see it one day! I was so excited and so happy!"

Seeing that Chai Qingyueda was going to continue talking, Murong Sichen interrupted her: "Okay, okay, after saying so much, why not try to bounce it?"

Chai Qingyue slapped her forehead hard, as if she had finally reacted, and said in annoyance: "Yes, I can play it! I was so happy just now, so I haven't noticed this!"

Sitting on the chair, Chai Qingyue's hand held the strings and plucked it, making a crisp sound. Chai Qingyue was so excited that she couldn't control the volume well: "Wow! It's really a peerless piano!"

Chai Qingyue did not pity her praise at all. Seeing Chai Qingyue admiring a guqin affectionately, Murong Sichen snorted one or two from his nose, using this to express his extreme dissatisfaction.

"Shouldn't it be that Sansheng was lucky enough to marry me?" Murong Sichen stared at his mouth dissatisfiedly, his words slowly smelled of jealousy.

"Hey?" Chai Qingyue was finally willing to divide her eyes with Murong Sichen and smiled, "Yes, thank you Sichen. Only by marrying you will have the chance to meet such a good Qin."

Although Chai Qingyue's confession was very false, it was so fake that Murong Sichen enjoyed it very much, and he showed an extremely bright smile to Chai Qingyue.

"I am indeed not good at Qin, but Xiao is still good at playing." Murong Sichen shamelessly started Wang Po selling melons and introduced her strengths to Chai Qingyue.

Chai Qingyue is unclear, so: "Hmm? So?"

"Cough cough." This self-proclaimed self-proclaimed really requires a little shamelessness. Murong Sichen's ears began to turn red, and he coughed twice, "So, I can condescend to the nobles and play a song with you."

What was the original purpose here?

Chai Qingyue smiled and said, "Of course."

"Then I'll let Lan Jin get my Yuxiao!" As soon as he heard Chai Qingyue agree, Murong Sichen immediately responded, "I also have a Yuxiao with excellent workmanship and quality."

Chai Qingyue just smiled and refused to comment, watching Murong Sichen act as a demon in front of him.

"What do you think?" Murong Sichen held Yu Xiao and wandered in front of Chai Qingyue's eyes with pride. "This was what my father ordered someone to do for me when I first learned about Xiao. He also hired excellent craftsmen and selected materials well."

For some reason, Chai Qingyue always felt that when Murong Sichen mentioned this past, she felt a sense of sadness, and asked, "Si Chen, what's wrong? I feel that you are not very happy, don't you like this Xiao either?"

Unexpectedly, Chai Qingyue saw through this little disguise, so he answered according to Chai Qingyue's words and simply admitted: "Well, a little bit."

"Just a little?" Chai Qingyue raised her eyebrows and asked with disbelief.

Murong Sichen was a little hesitant. Although he had talked about some things in the court with Chai Qingyue before, he didn't say it very much in detail and didn't know how much Chai Qingyue could understand it.

So naturally I was considering whether to talk to Chai Qingyue in detail, but thinking about it, Chai Qingyue has already confirmed that it belongs to his own camp, so it doesn’t matter if I talk about it.
Chapter completed!