The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 1172
Tang Nineteen crossed his legs and looked up at her: "Apart from stealing, what else do you do?"

Hydrangea suddenly cried, shaking her shoulders.

Tang Nineteen was startled: "Why are you crying?"

Hydrangea remained silent, pressing her lips tightly, trying hard to suppress her crying.

Tang Nineteen suddenly understood, and said with a smile, "I understand. I'm afraid you misunderstood me. I don't dislike you for not knowing anything but stealing. I'm just asking you, what would you do?"

Hydrangea raised its head, a pair of big eyes twinkling, in fact it is also a beauty embryo, even if it is a little thinner and darker, it has not yet opened.

"Also, sing."

Tang Nineteen was surprised, but also found it interesting: "Hum a few words and listen."

Hydrangea seemed a little embarrassed, but seeing Tang Nineteen seemed interested, she sniffed, cleared her throat, and sang a Jiangnan folk song.

That voice was ethereal and transparent, Tang Nineteen sat up straight suddenly, and was amazed.

"The willows are green, the lake is sparkling, the lotus pond is drizzle, and the earth is moist in spring..."

In the voice of the song, a scroll of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River unfolds.

Because of this singing, Tang Nineteen yearned for spring in the south of the Yangtze River.

After Hydrangea sang, Tang Shijiu was still unsatisfied. He applauded and praised from the bottom of his heart, "I can't see it. If you don't sing, you'll be a thief. It's wasted."

Hydrangea didn't hear it this time, and blushed: "Thank you for your compliment, Miss."

"With your voice, if I open a music restaurant, it will be a magic weapon to attract money."

Hydrangea didn't understand.

Tang Nineteen patted her on the shoulder: "Don't learn embroidery, it's not suitable for you, it's a waste of time, Zhang Fugui is back, I asked him to hire a master for you, and teach you Gongshangjiao Zhengyu and embroidering." musical instrument."

The eyes of the hydrangea are shining.

It can be seen that I like it very much.

Tang Nineteen did not train her for nothing, and later pointed out that she became a magic weapon for his restaurant to overwhelm other restaurants.

"what do you want to learn?"

"Qin."

piano?
"There are too many qins, what qin?"

Hydrangea didn't even think about it: "All Qin."

It seems that he really likes it. Tang Nineteen would die if he learned the guqin, and he almost lost his life.

Cultivating children starts with interest.

Speaking of the qin, there is a qin master living next door. This Guqin talker is probably unique in the world.

However, this is not something she can please.

Although this Mr. Ai lived in a shabby room, Tang Shijiu felt that his identity was really confusing and he must not be an ordinary person.

"Okay, I'll find a master for you."

Hydrangea knelt down and kowtowed to Tang Nineteen: "Thank you miss, thank you miss."

As for being so excited?Tang Nineteen chuckled, stood up, walked out the door, and looked at the roof next door: "If you want to learn the piano, you have to walk around the front yard more at night, and there will be unexpected gains."

Hydrangea nodded: "Sister Bi Tao said that the people next door often play the piano at night, but I haven't heard it these two nights."

"Maybe I'm busy." Tang Nineteen didn't feel relieved, "Where's Aunt Lin?"

"Backache, I fell asleep." As if afraid to misunderstand Tang Nineteen and think Aunt Lin was lazy, she quickly explained, "We were caught by the snake head for stealing, and we were beaten severely. Aunt Lin tried to block the beating for me. Scolding, and kicked on the waist a few times."

"Ask a doctor to look at it tomorrow."

Hydrangea was grateful, knelt down and kowtowed: "Miss, thank you."

Tang Nineteen waved his hand: "I don't like this kind of thing here. I don't like being worshiped by people every day, and my life is shortened. You don't come here in the future. - The sound of the piano, the hydrangea, come here, listen, the sound of the piano."

(End of this chapter)