The beauty raised by Lord Hou is a black lotus

Chapter 9 Why does it seem like she is cheating on her?
The two practiced their own music and did not return home until dusk.

He Yao brought the pastries bought from the street and came to Yuanwan excitedly, "Little Marquis!"

She opened the door and saw the young man sitting weakly by the window, wearing a sky-blue cloak, reading history books in front of the sunset. The bright rays of light reflected on his pale cheeks, making him look beautiful even in illness. Shine.

He is so good-looking...

He Yao's voice was much softer, "I went out to play today. When I came back, I saw a vendor selling golden hibiscus cakes on the roadside. I thought that the young marquis had never tasted Luo Jing's pastries, so I bought some for you."

"Thank you, Miss He." Yuan Wan coughed weakly, "I spent a lot of money on you."

He Yao sat across from him, fearing that he would be lonely in the mansion, so she picked something interesting to tell him to amuse him, "I also met a guy who plays flute today, you don't know how bad he plays, Like an old woman crying at a grave, and howling like a crow. I have lived for 14 years, and I have never heard such an ugly flute! Fortunately, the person who will play with me at the Peach Blossom Banquet is the young master, not him, otherwise, I must He threw himself into the lake in shame and died!"

Yuan Huan raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, what a coincidence, I also bumped into a little lady today. She played the pipa like a fool. Those who didn't know thought she was playing cotton.

He smiled and said: "Miss He is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Although I have never heard of Miss He's pipa, it is definitely like the sound of nature."

"Where is the sound of Xiao Houye's flute?"

The two praised each other for a moment, before He Yao went back to her boudoir.

As she walked through the corridor, Yuxia spread the rouge color on the girl's rosy cheeks, and her clear apricot eyes were gleaming with water, like the ripples left by a dragonfly shyly skimming the water.

She jumped up and down, secretly thinking that although it was tiring to get along with the young Marquis at first, now she is gradually getting to know him. He is gentler and more stunning than all the young men she has ever met. Not only are they very comfortable to get along with, but they are always the same. Praising her makes her feel ashamed...

"girl."

At the end of the corridor, Chun Nong watched He Yao worriedly.

He Yao came back to her senses and touched her braid unnaturally, "What's wrong?"

Chun Nong scolded: "The girl went to visit the young master as soon as she came back. Could it be that she fell in love with him? The girl has changed now. She used to always mention Mr. Wei's family, but now she doesn't mention a word all day long. Instead, she often misses the young master. , and specially bought hibiscus cakes for him..."

He Yao was speechless for a while.

Why does Chun Nong's tone sound like she is cheating on her?
She thought for a while, pretending to be sad and said: "I want to get close to brother Jiuqing, but he always ignores me, and he never said such words as adoring me or liking me. It can be seen that he treats me the same way he treats other younger sisters." It's the same. Chun Nong, I have to hear him say that he likes me before I can believe him."

Chun Nong bit her lip in embarrassment, "This..."

The afterglow of the sunset slid from the corner of the girl's sleeve.

He Yao smiled slightly in the night, and went back to the boudoir alone.

He Yao practiced "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" for a whole month, and the last time he played it in the attic finally made Mr. Dongguo nod with satisfaction.

The old man stroked his beard lightly, "As the saying goes, "God rewards hard work, and hard work can make up for one's weakness. The young lady's hard work has not been wasted. This song "High Mountain and Flowing Water" has a bit of an ancient meaning."

He Yao raised her clear apricot eyes and said, "Sir, how do I play compared to those famous musicians in Luo Jing City? Am I a rare genius who can achieve such an achievement at such a young age?"

The corners of Mr. Dongguo's mouth twitched slightly.

I have seen a lively and proud little lady, but this is the first one who is so proud.

He said with a stern face: "A soldier who is arrogant must be defeated. Whether you are playing the pipa or being a human being, you must always maintain a humble posture. The little lady has no talent in rhythm. It is all due to hard work and hard work to be able to play to this level." The reason. I hope that the little lady can also work hard in other areas so that she can have a good future in the future."

He Yao argued: "I am not a lazy person. I am diligent in practicing spears. I am very good with the red tassel spear. Even the generals in the military camp may not be able to defeat me! It's just that Luo Jing's woman is known for her quietness. Elegance is beautiful, no matter how capable I am, I would not dare to show off in front of others, otherwise, those young ladies and young gentlemen would not dare to get close to me..."

At the end of her words, she hugged Pipa tightly, her tone involuntarily showing regret.

Mr. Dong Guo thought for a while, and said seriously: "The beauty in the world never has more than one form. The flowers in spring are beautiful, but isn't the snow in winter nights also beautiful? It is good to be quiet and graceful, but it is not different to be brave and good at fighting. A kind of beauty? Why should we be imprisoned by the world? Life is only a few decades, so just live your life."

He Yao was stunned.

Don't care about other people's eyes and evaluation?
Abandon the so-called noble lady and return to the original self?

But if I don't like to write or write and only like to wield swords and guns, and I shout and kill like that, will I really be popular with young ladies, and will I really be liked by young gentlemen?
Mr. Dong Guo waved his hand, "I have taught you everything I can teach you, so you can go."

He Yao watched him start to clean up the piano case, bowed solemnly, and then left.

Shortly after she left, Mr. Dong Guo took Yuan Wan's flute test again.

"You have hostility and killing hidden in your heart, so the tune you play is not pure and clean." Mr. Dong Guo looked at the boy's eyebrows and eyes, "Who do you want to kill?"

Yuanwan kept smiling, "It's just a piece of music, sir, can you hear murderous intent?"

Mr. Dong Guo didn't argue with him, and said indifferently: "Your name is very good, 'Kong Shi', which means to let go, be natural, and behave like this. What's the reason for being so hostile at such a young age?"

"Kong Shi" is Yuan Wang's original name.

He was an orphan with no name. He hid in the temple when he was young and survived by stealing the rice left by the monks.

The old monk knew that there was a little thief hiding in the temple, but he never caught him. Instead, he would deliberately leave a lot of leftovers for every fasting meal. He would put two pieces of sugar cakes that children love on the incense table during New Years and festivals, like Deliberately leave it to him.

When he came down the mountain, he came out to say goodbye to the old monk. The old monk not only gave him dry food and water, but also gave him this name.

It's a pity that due to the severe drought in Liangzhou, the old monk did not end up with a happy ending...

Yuan Huan's eyes were dark and unclear.

He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, playing with the bamboo flute casually. When he laughed, his little tiger teeth were arrogant and mischievous, "Does it mean that if you follow Buddhism, you will definitely end up good? Good people and good people are all fools. I am a very bad person. I can’t learn how to cultivate my character and contribute to the world. Thank you sir for teaching me music, and I’ll say goodbye!”

He was too lazy to go through the door, and went straight out the window.

Mr. Dongguo meant what he said, and when he remembered something, he quickly chased after him in grief, "The old bamboo flute!"

However, there was nothing outside the window, and the boy was nowhere to be seen.

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good night duck

(End of this chapter)