Fuxi said with a smile: "Sister, did you find that the strings of Fuxi Qin were switched?"
Qingge was surprised, then sat down elegantly, crossed her legs, put her hands on her knees, and looked at Fuxi calmly, "That's true. Come and tell me your opinion."
Although Fu Xi was not very old, Qing Ge did not treat him as a child.
The first thing he did when he came to Ye Mansion was to ask Ye Wuhen to send someone to invite Yun Yuexia and Shiyin from Qingshi Town. She believed that Yun Yuexia and Shiyin would definitely be familiar with Fu Xi's skills in the field of divination.
Interested in talent.
Fuxi climbed up Qingge's legs naturally and sat in Qingge's arms, "Everyone in the world thinks that a qin without strings is a useless qin. However, they don't know that the ancient luther master who originally built Fuxi Qin wanted to find the
After traveling thousands of miles and thousands of mountains and rivers, there was no string that could match Fuxi's qin. Later, the luthier was so disappointed that he sent Fuxi's qin to Fuxi.
The qin was idle. After the luthier died, his descendants accidentally found the Fuxi qin in the warehouse. They cut the elk's tendons into strings and placed them on it. Unfortunately, ordinary luthiers could not play the Fuxi qin with its beauty. Therefore, the Fuxi qin was left idle again.
Fuxi Qin needs a qin player who can resonate with the spirit and soul of Fuxi Qin."
Qing Ge was surprised, Fu Xi's implication was that for thousands of years, Ye Qingcheng was the only one who could resonate with Fu Xi Qin?
She could see it with her own eyes as she played the Fuxi Qin in a beautiful city at night. Her grace and temperament were unparalleled. No matter how beautiful she was, she could not even describe her beauty.
"Elk sinews?" Qing Ge raised an eyebrow.
"The tendons of the elk just happen to fit on Fuxi's harp. For a harp like Fuxi's, what materials and configurations of strings are there in the world that can match it?"
Fuxi sneered and said: "I think the ancient luther master who made Fuxi Qin was simple-minded and dull-limbed. He had a single brain. After the luther master died, there was a luther master who killed people with his qin and became a murderer in the ancient century.
God, but the harp held by this harpist has no strings."
Hearing this, Qing Ge also understood what Fu Xi meant. He wanted Ye Qingcheng to try to control the piano without strings.
This indeed sounded like a fantasy, and Ye Qingcheng frowned slightly, but Qing Ge was eager to try. Once he broke through the untouchable realm, he would be truly powerful.
That night, the two adults and one child came to the courtyard of Fengyue Pavilion.
Ye Qingcheng wore a snow-white gown and held the Fuxi qin without strings in her arms.
She stood in the middle of the flowers in early spring, concentrating her energy, and placed her slender fingers on the empty place where the strings were originally covered. Ye Qingcheng closed her eyes and tried to play, but there was no sound!
Ye Qingcheng looked at the piano in his hand and thought it was funny to play the piano without strings.
However, Ye Qingcheng seemed to be putting all her energy into having sex with Fu Xiqin. Her fingers kept playing with the empty Fu Xi Qin, and she stood in the quiet wind, her clothes fluttering.
"Look at her, she looks like an idiot." Fu Xi said.
Qingge hit the guy on the head with his fist.
Fu Xi rubbed the bulge on her head and glanced at Qing Ge aggrievedly.
The two of them, Qing Ge, were sitting on stone chairs outside the courtyard, while Ye Qingcheng stood in the cold wind, repeating the movements of playing the piano over and over again with stiff fingers.
At noon the next day, Qingge realized something was wrong.
Ye Qingcheng's current state is already crazy. It seems that he will remain in his current state without making a sound.
Qingge 囧!
When the servant came to tell Qingge that he was ready to have lunch, Qingge coughed dryly and walked to Ye Qingcheng's side, "Ahem... Well, Qingcheng, it's time to eat. If you get hungry again, your breasts will be gone."
Ye Qingcheng didn't seem to hear Qingge's words, and her fingers kept playing the stringless piano.
Qingge continued to seduce, "Eat first, and then we'll come back after dinner, okay?"
Ye Qingcheng didn't speak.
There was no other way, so Qingge and Fuxi had no choice but to hold two bowls of white rice, squatting not far from Ye Qingcheng, and gnawed away.
Fu Xi turned her head, with tears in her eyes, looking at Qing Ge with great grievance, "I want to eat meat."
Qingge hit him on the head with a chopstick, "It would be nice if you have white rice."
Fuxi ate white rice with tears in her eyes.
When Beihuang came, he couldn't help laughing when he saw Qingge and Fuxi. Finally, a dispensable smile appeared on his dull face.
He asked Ye Qingcheng what happened, and Qingge told him the truth.
Beihuang asked for a bowl of rice from his servant and walked towards Ye Qingcheng. He picked up some rice with chopsticks and put it on Ye Qingcheng's lips. Ye Qingcheng was silent, as if he was intoxicated in his own world and couldn't extricate himself.
Beihuang was not in a hurry, smiled faintly, and blew into Ye Qingcheng's ear. Ye Qingcheng was horrified and stared at Beihuang angrily.
Beihuang smiled and said nothing, and suddenly took a bite on Ye Qingcheng's smooth and delicate earlobe.
Ye Qingcheng was angry and opened his mouth to curse, but Beihuang stuffed the rice in and said ambiguously: "The days are long and I can practice the piano at any time. If my health is broken, I will feel bad for her."
Ye Qingcheng frowned, put down the piano, grabbed the rice bowl from Beihuang's hand with an expressionless face, wolfed it down and then started practicing the piano.
Beihuang smiled.
If Ye Qingcheng looked towards Beihuang, she could see that the man's eyes were full of doting.
Beihuang took the bowl and chopsticks and ambiguously wiped the rice grains from Ye Qingcheng's mouth, and then ate it with Ye Qingcheng's ghostly expression...
Dropped...
Already...
Ye Qingcheng's eyes turned cold.
Beihuang seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He handed the bowls and chopsticks to the servant and left gracefully.
As early as when Beihuang approached Ye Qingcheng, Qingge had covered Fuxi's eyes and kept silently reciting "don't look at evildoers" and various eighteen taboos!
Fuxi struggled for a long time before she escaped from Qingge's clutches, but the play had ended and Beihuang had already gone far away.
After that, Ye Qingcheng practiced the piano day and night, and did not stop Qingge. However, when it was time to eat, he brought the food to Fengyue Pavilion for Ye Qingcheng to eat. Ye Qingcheng refused to obey. Even if he threatened Beihuang, he had to obey even if he refused.
.
Whenever this happens, Qingge will laugh like a fox.
Fuxi looked at Qingge's treacherous look and felt like she had been on a pirate ship.
Finally, one month later!
At midnight, Fu Xi fell asleep on the stone table, singing softly with his eyes closed and practicing cross-legged, stabilizing the twelve innate levels that he had just broken through and the mental strength that had survived the calamity.
Zheng——
A sound passed through her eardrums.
As if she had understood something, Qing Ge suddenly opened her eyes, filled with joy, her soul was filled with happiness, and she was sincerely happy.
She looked towards Ye Qingcheng with a smile on her face. Under the cold moonlight, the woman's face was stern. She held the piano in one hand and played the place where there were no strings in the other hand. The sound of the piano gathered into beads on her fingertips and penetrated in like flowing water.
Sound waves cover the entire night mansion!
People who have fallen asleep are now asleep, and people who are suffering from insomnia are also falling into dreams.
This is not like music, but like soothing soup!
She succeeded!
Qing Ge stood up and smiled.
Ye Qingcheng stopped playing the piano, walked towards Qingge, and said, "The piano you gave me was not damaged by me."
Qingge stopped talking, sighed, and patted Ye Qingcheng's plump forehead, "If the piano is gone, we can find it again. As long as you are here, it is better than anything else."