Bao'er disagreed: "Who can play the sounds of nature more beautifully than Feng'er Yuer. At most, he is just imitating it, and he is not as good as others outside."
Princess Huiping thought for a while, tilted her mouth, revealing a small dimple, and asked: "Since Bao'er is his disciple, his views are naturally different and his insights are more advanced. Please give us a song. Hui Ping
Ping should play the piano for Bao'er."
Bao'er had no joy at all and her face was wrinkled. Alas, her singing has always been like a very destructive hidden weapon. I was really afraid that the delicate and frail Princess Huiping would not be able to bear it and fainted.
However, no one paid attention to Bao'er's little pain. At the moment, the incense was burned and the harp was played.
A palace maid brought two basins of water and asked Princess Huiping and Bao'er to clean their hands. Bao'er thought to himself that it was understandable that Princess Huiping and sister wanted to clean their hands. After all, she wanted to play the piano. I was singing, and I didn't use my hands. I used my mouth.
Could it be that you want me to clean my mouth?
Thinking of Uncle Jin Flute Man's numerous strange ailments, Bao'er secretly sighed that people who like music are very strange. Then he lowered his head, used his hand to use water, and wiped his small mouth.
The maids held back their laughter and wiped Bao'er.
Princess Huiping sat upright, looking at the guqin, her heart was as calm as water, her treasures were solemn. She was silent for a long time...
The breeze blew slowly, and the aroma made people feel drunk and sleepy. Of course, Bao'er didn't fall asleep. He was just waiting to be bored, counting on his fingers, and felt a little dazed.
Princess Huiping suddenly rolled up her sleeves, stretched out her hand and flicked out her fingers, making a squeaking sound, like gold and leather, which made Baoer tremble in fright.
When the sound rises, it sounds like a roaring wind and thousands of horses galloping. The slender hands are flying, stroking the strings like dexterous butterflies. How can such a weak wind lady produce such a passionate sound of war?
After a while, Princess Huiping saw that Bao'er was so stunned that she had no intention of singing along. She slipped her hands, and the flow of a small stream immediately appeared under her fingertips, making a tinkling sound that was crisp and sweet.
For Baoer, keeping up with the rhythm and singing harmony is as difficult and impossible as asking Little Piggy to learn to climb a tree.
Princess Huiping signaled with her eyes, asking Bao'er to sing. Bao'er shook his head, thinking that it was better not to open his mouth. Princess Huiping's repeated gestures were in vain and said angrily: "Sing!"
Bao'er pouted and said, "You said this." Bao'er thought to himself, I haven't heard this kind of invitation for a long time. You are really not an ordinary person.
Princess Huiping frowned, looking quite imposing.
Baoer whispered softly: "You asked Baoer to sing." The implication is that I am not responsible for any consequences.
Princess Huiping signaled with her eyes, asking Bao'er to hurry up. Bao'er opened his mouth: "..."
Without saying a word, she glanced at Princess Huiping timidly. These people who like music have different brains from ordinary people. Her mother-in-law is an example. No matter how much she loves her, she will never be allowed to whisper within a hundred steps.
Humming. Baoer was afraid that he would suddenly faint from the fright of Princess Huiping.
Huiping said coldly: "If you don't sing, you will never sing again." Her voice did not rise at all, but somehow it was full of danger.
Bao'er was not afraid, but since Princess Huiping was so kind, I would be sorry if she didn't show off her beautiful singing voice, so she immediately put on a posture (by the way, she and Uncle Jin didn't learn much music, other than being able to put on a good posture)
.) Inhale, hold, exhale...
Princess Huiping's face showed approval, and she was indeed quite knowledgeable.
Baoer raised his voice: "Ah..."
With just this sound, there were seven twists and turns, no rhythm at all. An An's eyes widened and she even knocked down the tea bowl in her hand.
Princess Huiping's hand trembled, and her music slipped for half a beat. She wanted to keep up, but she couldn't find Bao'er's tune. It was fast and slow, and there was no order. Her heart was anxious, and she heard a thump and broke.