Piano

Hmm... Unexpectedly, Di Jiang, an ancient god, would have such a straightforward personality who likes to eat melons.

Feng Xi, who put away her mobile phone, was in a trance for a moment. In the past, she always thought that most of these ancient gods who lived for tens of millions of years would have a serious and staid temper, and she didn't want to be able to talk like this.

This is, quite suddenly.

A certain [-]-year-old girl scratched her head in confusion, and turned to help Lan Xuesheng push her little electric donkey.

On the way back, she happened to receive Chen Yingsheng's latest message about Duanyue's whereabouts, and by the way she briefly talked to him about Dijiang's attitude.

The latter couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when he learned that Di Jiang was not going to intervene in this matter, and even intended to help them clean up Duanyue together.

When this person arrived home, Ah Si had already prepared the meal, and Lan Xuesheng turned her head and devoted herself to the great business of cooking cocoons and boiling glue—she had nothing serious to do in order to adjust her mood in the past two days Do it, take advantage of this time to rub the remaining three strings together, it will save trouble.

It’s just boiling cocoons and glue, that’s really boring——

Lan Xue, who was pulling the big pot of silkworm cocoons, was bored, and couldn't help thinking about her string machine while reeling.

Fortunately, after "rehabilitation" by rubbing the strings last time, her movements have improved a lot this time. After finishing the job that almost cost her life last time, this time it only takes half of her, and after rubbing the strings, she After only a short rest for more than a day, he returned to his previous vigor and vitality.

"So, are you ready girl."

"If you're ready, we can prepare for the second entrance to Jingxu!" Before Xiqin, Feng Xi pulled Lan Xuesheng to smile and rolled her eyes, and the latter's eyes fluttered when she heard this, trying to cover herself Nervously: "Cough, what then."

"I should not be called a girl at this age."

"It doesn't matter if you are a girl or not, as long as I think you are a girl." Feng Xi smiled, and in the next breath, he grabbed Lan Xuesheng's wrist and squeezed it into Jing Xuzhi. Inside.

"Hey, wait!!" The voice of Lan Xue, who was caught off guard and dragged away, only had time to leave a piercing scream before disappearing. The scream pierced through the roof, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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(Lan Xuesheng's perspective, No.1 claim)

After coming to the Jingxu Painting Realm again this time, I found that I was expelled by Jingxu and turned into a delicate but useless jade pendant on the shelf.

All kinds of jade ornaments around me were noisy, and I was lying on the damn soft cloth with nothing to love. After 10 minutes, I pieced together from the noisy non-stop "similar" conversations, two Good, two bad, four news.

The first piece of good news is that I have already been pre-ordered, and I am a decent jade with a master who will be able to leave this unlucky wooden shelf immediately.

The bad news is that the person who bought me was planning to give me to his little girl who is not yet five years old as a birthday present.

The second good news is that it is said that the big brother who bought me away is a well-known filial talent, and most of the girls raised by him will not be too bad. hand.

But the second bad news is that right now is an out-and-out period of war, and judging from the clothes of the people passing by on the street, and the names of the few high-ranking people who occasionally come out of their mouths...

I "wear" to the Eastern Han Dynasty.

last year.

Ah.

Last time it came in and threw it at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty for me, and this time it came in and threw it at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. I can see it through now. Jingxu Huajing is a ghost, and it has no plan to give me a happy life!

What's even worse is that last time I was at least a living person who could run, dance, and be serious, but this time I'm not even a human being! !
This matter, he is outrageous.

I lay flat on the spot, gave up the treatment, and lay motionless on the shelf like a jade pendant—although I couldn’t move when I became a jade pendant—waiting for my "buyer" without a word .

Nothing else, I just want to see who is so smart and picks me.

As I thought about it, I secretly looked at this small shop with a square meter of three feet. Eight wooden frames were installed on the three walls of the shop, separated by forty grids, and 56 types of bronze ornaments were placed on top of 34 Gold and silver accessories, and 25 kinds of jade including mine.

Among them, there are 28 chatterboxes, seven irascible elders, three suspected of being stolen from the tomb and resold here, and nine autistic cubs like me.

Yes, since I became this damn jade pendant, I have gained the ability to understand the speech of all kinds of utensils and decorations, but correspondingly, human beings can no longer communicate with me smoothly.

In other words, if I'm really in a panic and want to find something to chat with, I can only find the jade pendants around me who are squeaking and screaming like groundhogs.

...then it would be better not to chat.

I twitched the corners of my lips that didn't exist, and An Xin waited for the guy who booked me in advance.

As the evening approached, I was finally picked up by the shopkeeper who hadn't seen anyone that day and stuffed it into a wooden box.

When I survived the dark bumps and was finally able to come out to see the light again, I was already held in the hands of a four-year-old girl who looked very soft and cute.

…I'm sorry, I take it back, such a cute little noodle dough must not be some hateful brat.

——I even dare to bet my little integrity on this!

I looked at the little girl's face, which swayed for a little while, but I heard the little girl say in surprise: "Wow--father, such a beautiful pendant is really for my daughter." ?"

"That's right, today is our little Wenji's birthday, of course daddy wants to prepare a decent birthday gift for Wenji." The man in a dark robe leaned over and patted Xiaotuanzi's head lovingly. , I quickly raised my eyes to glance at his appearance, and grasped the word "Wen Ji" keenly and accurately.

Hmm... According to my very shallow and barren knowledge reserve, as far as I know, there seems to be only one woman who lived in the late Eastern Han Dynasty and whose father was a famous filial gifted scholar, with the small character "Wen Ji".

——Cai Yan and Cai Wenji, one of the four ancient talented women who are said to have composed the qin music "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia" and lived a rough and tumultuous life, leaving behind the chapter "Sorrow and Indignation".

Huh.

I shake my eyebrows.

This time, Jingxu, it is rare for me to go directly to the original piano music.

(Note: In fact, Cai Wenji should be named Yan, with the word Zhaoji. In order to avoid the taboo of Sima Zhao in the Jin Dynasty, the people who compiled the history books changed her to Wenji in the book, and the history books of later generations have always used it. I wrote about Zhaoji because most people probably wouldn’t know who Cai Zhaoji was, and they might think it was Wang Zhaojun or something, but Cai Wenji was basically known to everyone, so I wrote Wenji directly, but I had to know that her original name was Zhao Ji's ha~ This paragraph is not written in the text, and some channels will not see it.)
Lan Lan is so miserable, but the law of conservation of smile makes me very happy