"Yes!" Bingyue looked at the beautiful boy mischievously. She looked as cute as an angel. [ ]
However, I never saw that handsome young boy again. Later, due to the expansion of his father's business, he moved to Kyoto with his father. After a while, his brain was damaged by his brothers and sisters, and he became
idiot.
Luo Bingyue's slender fingers crossed the strings. She raised her head and looked quietly at the night sky, looking at the petals that were constantly falling down, like white snow. It turned out that the real Luo Bingyue still had such a memory. Look.
In her young mind, she regarded this memory as a very precious thing, but who was that beautiful boy? Where was he?
He once told Bingyue a nice name, but he couldn't remember it...
Who is he?
Why does that poor idiot Miss Luo Bingyue have such a cherished and unforgettable memory in her memory?
Bingyue closed her eyes, her slender fingers still plucking the strings.
**
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
During these three days, every day, Luo Bingyue practiced the guqin without sleep or food. She was very talented and serious. She only slept for an hour every day and spent the rest of the time playing the guqin.
Her fingers were almost worn out due to constant strumming and string picking, and there were some blood stains on her slender fingertips.
Even though Rushuang made exquisite finger cots for her to put on her hands㊣(2), her fingers still hurt.
Ruxue and Rushuang felt like they were going to die.
However, no matter how she tried to persuade her, Bingyue still practiced the piano as usual.
"Miss, if it weren't for me, how could you...?" Ruxue's voice was choked with sobs.
"Fool, actually playing the piano is very edifying. I didn't have the opportunity to learn before, but now I have the opportunity, so I want to learn well." Bingyue said lightly.
However, it is very strange that the Ninth Prince Li Tianlin has disappeared in the past few days. Every time I ask Hongran, Hongran always says that the prince has something important to do and goes out.
This made Bingyue extremely anxious.
Is this Li Tianlin so confident in himself? He only taught himself the initial fingering techniques and then never showed up again. He can rest assured, but he can't.
Because once you can't get the Tianmo Qin, what you have to lose is Xue'er's life.
She, who has always been calm, is also a little worried. If she cannot get regular guidance from Li Tianlin, what will happen if her piano skills cannot be improved?
If you can't let Qianyin Boy be chosen, if you can't get the Tianmo Qin, what will Ruxue do?
Luo Bingyue couldn't help but clenched her silver teeth.
What should I do?
She stood up and looked quietly at the weeping willows and green bamboos in Qingxin Garden through the window hung with light green gauze.
"Rushuang, do you know if there are people in Dongcang Kingdom who have outstanding skills in playing the piano?" Luo Bingyue suddenly turned around and asked Rushuang seriously.
Rushuang, who was wiping Ruxue's sweat, was stunned for a moment. When he saw the young lady asking him such a serious question, he quickly replied: "Miss, I really don't know about this Rushuang, but I haven't heard of anyone in the capital who has such musical attainments.
It’s so high. I’m afraid the luthiers with very high musical attainments are all in those brothels, right? Or maybe they’re in the palace, but we can’t enter the palace at all!”
Brothel?
As if a bright light was suddenly lit in front of her eyes, Luo Bingyue's dark eyes suddenly lit up.
A note to readers:
Recommended to my friend Dimple’s masterpiece: The Evil Master’s Personal Secret.