Chapter 109: Yuexiu Pavilion, Zixian's First Showcase 4
"If you can't get your mother to let her go or accept her, it's best not to provoke her again." Xuan Yi's voice rang in Guan Yucheng's ears, "If your mother sees you talking and laughing with Xian Ziqian like this today,
The only result is that you have to collect Xian Zijian's body!"
Guan Yucheng lowered his head and was speechless. After a while, he suddenly raised his head, with a smile on his face, and said to Wan Qing on the platform: "Master Wan, before others arrive, can you please let sister Zi Xuan play a piece of piano first?"
Wanqing was startled. She had only taught Xian Zijian a few times, and they were all simple songs. Although she was secretly amazed at Xian Zijian's excellent memory, Zijian could even remember her music just by watching her play the piano once or twice.
The technique and melody, however, are a bit immature after all.
"Well." Wanqing said with a hesitant smile, "Zi Yun has never specifically learned to play the piano. Although she occasionally finds it interesting to play with it, she is still far behind compared to your sister-in-law."
"It's okay." Guan Yucheng smiled slightly, "Anyway, what I want is to be casual. If you want to hear something good, you are here. I will let you play the piano and not listen, but you choose Sister Zi Yun. It's not because it sounds good or not.
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Wanqing knew that she couldn't refuse, and the atmosphere at this time was a bit weird. Maybe letting Xian Ziyan play a piece of guqin at will would make the atmosphere more relaxed. With this thought, she turned to Xian Ziyan, who had been concentrating on wiping the guqin, and said gently: "Zijian
, Anyway, there are no outsiders at this time, so you might as well play a tune on the harp, just play the harp as usual to pass away the loneliness, just do whatever you want."
Xian Ziqian had never played the piano in front of anyone other than Xiaochun or Wanqing. She was a little uneasy, but she was always so depressed. The atmosphere of four people staying together was too strange. After hesitating for a while, she nodded lightly.
Somewhat nervously, I sat down in front of the guqin.
When her fingers fell on the strings, Xian Ziqian was still a little uncomfortable. She had never touched Wanqing's piano. Even when she was learning the piano with Wanqing, she would just watch and use another piano, and put her fingers on the strings.
The sound was clear and clear to the ears, like a stream of spring water in the mountains, and the whole person was trembling with a refreshing coolness.
"Aunt Wan, your piano is so good." Xian Ziqian couldn't help but say softly.
Guan Yucheng just wanted to see Xian Ziqian more, so he suggested that Xian Ziqian play the piano. In this way, he could look at her openly and appreciate her without being criticized by Xuan Yi.
Xuan Yi is right. His mother really doesn't like the Xian sisters. If it weren't for the fact that the emperor's order could not be violated, how would his mother be willing to let a vulgar businessman's daughter marry into the now powerful Guan Mansion? So, if he
If you really get closer to Xian Ziqian, what Xuan Yi said may really happen.
As for Xuan Yi, not only had he heard Wanqing play the qin many times, but he had never heard of this one of the best luther players in the capital. Xian Zi Ai was already the best among young women in playing the qin. No one had ever been better than her. This Xian Zi Jian had never learned it.
Fu Qin, whether it is true or not, it seems that Mrs. Xian does not love this little daughter as much as Zi Ai said.
Therefore, he had no intention of listening to Xian Zijian playing the harp with his ears, and just poured and drank by himself to pass the time. However, no matter how much he disliked the girl in front of him, he had to admit that Xian Zijian today was just like what Guan Yucheng had described before, just like in the morning.
The most transparent dewdrops, the pure light color and the soft pink edges make it appear soft and charming with a little woman's shyness.
Moreover, this girl's black hair is not even as good as Zi Ai's.
Xian Zijian's hand gently fell on the string, and she suddenly remembered that she and her nanny went to the temple to offer incense a long time ago. In that temple, a passing monk stopped to rest and played the guqin with a slightly worn-out guqin under a Bodhi tree.
A piece of music, the melody is very simple, but when you hear it, it is very beautiful and quiet, just like you are in the forest in the mountains. Occasionally, a drop of mountain spring splashes on the leaves, and the sound falls into your ears, so clean that your heart will tremble slightly.
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She remembered that she was so obsessed with listening to it that she stood in front of that person for several hours and refused to leave, just listening to that simple tune over and over again. She was only six or seven years old at the time, and that was the reason why she fell in love with the guqin.
She didn't want to play the guqin just because her sister Zi Ai played the guqin. Unfortunately, she never met the right guqin.
The guqin that Xuan Yi wanted to give to her sister was very good. She had secretly played it once or twice, when her sister was not at home, for fear that her sister would know the existence of the guqin and be angry with her. Now, she suddenly wanted to play it.
The song whose name she didn't know and whose melody was very simple.
No one, including Wanqing, had any hope for Xian Ziyuan's piano skills. Of course she believed that Ziyun would not make a fool of herself, but with Zi Ai in front, Zi Yun really couldn't take advantage, especially when the two people in front of her had already given in to the good.
The piano player has developed a tricky ear.
The sound of the piano was soft, not loud, and you had to hold your breath to hear it. Wanqing thought Zi Yuan was nervous, so she looked at her, but saw her gently plucking the strings with her fingers. Wanqing thought in her mind which song it was at the beginning of.
, but I couldn't remember it. I only heard the sound in my ears gradually becoming clearer. A very soft and simple sound falling into my ears was like a drop of water falling from a high place. The sound was like the process of its falling.
It’s best to listen while holding your breath.
For a moment, the three people in the room subconsciously held their breath. Then, it was still a simple sound, but it became brighter and brighter, like a ray of sunshine. Looking up, there were green intertwined leaves, mountain breeze, spring water, and splashing water droplets.
When the water drops fall on the leaves, the leaves will tremble slightly. Then, the water droplets will fall to the ground, or wet into the flowers or disappear into the soil, and all breathing will slow down.
Xuan Yi looked at Xian Zijian in front of the guqin on the platform in surprise, frowned, and then looked at Wanqing, only to find that Wanqing also had a confused look on her face, but at the same time she was intoxicated by the sound of the piano.
This is a piece of music that the three of them have never heard before. It is simple but beautiful.
Suddenly, there were footsteps outside, a burst of noise, and a loud and hearty greeting, "I don't know if the two brothers are here. Mother, please slow down."
Xian Zijian suddenly pressed one hand on the strings, and the sound disappeared instantly. She slowly stood up from the guqin and stepped aside, as if she was not the one playing the guqin just now, and as if no one was playing the qin just now. Her eyes fell on the ground in front of her.
But I clearly heard Guan Yupeng walking in accompanied by Mrs. Guan and some slaves, and the room suddenly became noisy.
A trace of anger flashed across Xuan Yi's face, he frowned and said in a deep voice, "Who asked you to stop playing the piano?"
Xian Ziyun seemed a little surprised. She looked up at Xuan Yi, then at the group of people who walked in one after another, and said softly: "Ziyuan doesn't want to play the piano for someone."
Her voice was extremely soft, but Xuan Yi could still hear it clearly. With his martial arts skills, he could hear even the smallest voice clearly if he wanted to listen. He smiled slightly, and this person should be Mrs. Guan. It turned out that