Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 120 Chapter 139

Putting down the work in his hands, he greeted him politely and asked with a smile.

"Miss, do you want to buy a piano?"

Yan Qingcheng put the piano box on the counter.

"The shopkeeper, Xiuqin."

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment. It had been a long time since his violin shop had taken over the violin repair business, so he was a little surprised.

He quickly and carefully opened the piano case and took a look.

The shopkeeper is an expert, so he can tell at a glance that the box contains the precious Fengming.

Feng Ming is the emperor's weapon, the shopkeeper's eyes flickered slightly, he sneaked a glance at Yan Qingcheng, and already judged Yan Qingcheng's identity in his heart.

The body of the Fengming zither was broken into two parts, and most of the people who came to repair the qin would send them for repairs with broken strings, this was the first time he had encountered someone with a broken body of the qin for repairs.

Seeing the shopkeeper frowning, looking at Fengming over and over in silence, Yan Qingcheng asked:
"But it can't be fixed?"

The shopkeeper carefully put Fengming back into the box, and looked at Yan Qingcheng with a smile.

"It's not that it can't be repaired, but the body of this Fengming Qin is made of more than 300-year-old zitong wood. Centuries-old zitong wood is rare, and 300-year-old is even rarer. If you want to change zitong wood, it's better to buy a new one. Qin."

Yan Qingcheng glanced at Fengming, feeling reluctance in her heart, "I'm nostalgic, so I just ask Fengming if he can fix it?"

The shopkeeper pondered for a moment and said:
"This, I need to ask the head of my family to know if it can be repaired."

"how long?"

Yan Qingcheng knocked on the counter unconsciously with her fingertips, worrying in her heart that the delay had been so long, and the little evildoer would be angry again if she woke up and couldn't see her.

The shopkeeper smiled and said:
"What a coincidence, the head of my family happened to be in the piano shop today, I will send this broken piano in for him to have a look, please wait here for a while, I will come as soon as I go."

"it is good."

Yan Qingcheng readily agreed.

But I thought in my heart that the soul-stirring sound of the piano just now was made by the young master of the family?
After half a cup of tea.

The shopkeeper ran out in small steps, walked up to Yan Qingcheng, and said with a smile:
"Miss, my young master please move to the backyard." Then, he made a gesture of invitation respectfully.

Yan Qingcheng didn't move, just glanced at the shopkeeper lightly, with a clear and cold tone.

"Shopkeeper, I'm just here to repair the piano."

With such hospitality, I'm afraid the shopkeeper has already guessed who she is.

The shopkeeper was calm, with a pious smile on his face, "My young master said that Feng Ming's restoration is cumbersome, and many details need to be carefully considered, so there are some things that need to be communicated with the young lady face to face."

Yan Qingcheng's eyes flickered, and suddenly he wanted to meet this expert, so he nodded.

"The shopkeeper please lead the way."

The shopkeeper politely led Yan Qingcheng into the backyard.

The entrance to the backyard is a green bamboo corridor with a winding path. After three turns and two turns, the line of sight gradually widens. It immediately removes the atmosphere of the market in the front hall, and adds a little bit of the graceful atmosphere of a small garden with Jiangnan characteristics.

The courtyard has been paved with gravel roads, one step at a time, but not stingy, it looks exquisite, but not narrow, the small bridge and flowing water wind around the densely covered rockery with vines, and finally converge to the back of the rockery.

Following the water flow, bypassing the rockery, the front view suddenly becomes clear.

Behind the rockery, there is a mountain and a river. This water is the end of the water flow, and there is a small pond with lotus plants on one side.A man-made waterfall flew straight down from the rockery and crashed into the pool, stirring up mist and flowers.

This is only February, and the lotus in the pond is not afraid of the severe cold, and it is blooming luxuriantly.

On the opposite side of the pool is a big house with three doors and upturned eaves.

Under one corner of the cornice, bells jingle in the wind.

Someone with white clothes and black hair scattered on the ground.

(End of this chapter)