The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

She looked at him with a sigh, and he couldn't help but smile, and hooked her hand to let her sit over, "When did you lose confidence in yourself? Don't you always call yourself a genius girl?"

"Then I'll learn the piano, that looks more interesting." An Ying suddenly became interested, and in her mind, she sketched a picture of a beautiful Jiangnan woman sitting among flowers, and she smiled secretly in her heart.

Maybe, she will become a musician in the future, hehe.

An Ying said that the wind is the character of the rain. At that time, she clamored to find the most famous musician, so that she would be worthy of her future luthier.

Sure enough, in the days that followed, when she was busy, she suddenly wanted to report the piano competition in the whole country and choose the best teacher for herself. [

Tian Junhao didn't care, he just let Chunhuaqiuyue and the others accompany her and let her make troubles, as long as her life was more fulfilling.

Ever since, after planning for a full ten days, the imperial list flew from all over the place, and the common people gathered to watch.

"Hey, what's written on the imperial list?"

"Your Majesty is going to hold a piano art competition across the country, and the winner will be directly promoted to Da Si Le, who will teach the piano skills to the future empress."

"The future empress? Who is it?"

"Isn't it the woman that His Majesty the Emperor was looking for some time ago? I heard that she has given birth to a boy and a girl for the Emperor. The Emperor is about to canonize her as a queen. My uncle works in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. This is the inside information he got from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. oh."

"From this point of view, if I can win the championship, my future is boundless. Hey, it's a pity that I don't have that talent."

The common people chatted with each other sentence by sentence. Among them, there was a man with a tall body and a dark black robe, standing in the middle, looking at the imperial list, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

He pondered for a moment, then turned around and disappeared into the bustling market with big strides.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly the sound of the piano like water came from the mountain forest. The sound of the piano was sometimes soothing like a flowing spring, sometimes rushing like a waterfall, sometimes clear like pearls falling on a jade plate, and sometimes whispering like a whisper.

Rao is a mountain villager who doesn't know the rhythm, put down his hoe and revel in the sound of the piano.

On the other side, An Ying saw that the piano art competition finally had some clues, and finally wandered around leisurely again. A few days ago, just imagining the competition specifications of the piano art competition made her head and neck.