The remarriage of the high-ranking daughter

Chapter 92
"Why can't you sit still? Driving is convenient for people."

Chang An seemed to be slightly stunned, and after a long while, he suddenly realized, with a half-smile, he said: "I always thought that all people are born equal, and that the distinction between high and low depends on the steelyard in my heart, but I don't want this thing to be divided into high and low, Mrs. Chi Are you looking down on yourself, or looking up on others?"

Some people are proud, perhaps because of the deep inferiority complex in their hearts, but I don't know if Mrs. Chi is such a person?
As soon as Chang An uttered these words, Madam Chi's eyes shrank suddenly, and she looked over with some surprise, her red lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end they were tightly closed and held back. Look, silent.

"Get your car ready and take Mrs. Chi back home."

Chang An turned his head to give Zi Yu an order, nodded slightly to Mrs. Chi, then turned and left, leaving behind a meaningful looking gaze.

Turning around, the corners of Chang'an's lips were slightly pursed. She had already set the bait. As for whether Mrs. Chi would take the bait, she could only wait patiently. Perhaps in her heart, she didn't want this woman There is any involvement with the robbers, but the outcome is uncertain at this moment, who can say for sure.

As soon as the 29th of the twelfth lunar month passes, the New Year's Eve will come.

In the middle of the afternoon, Chang'an released the servants who worked in the mansion back to his own home for the New Year, so the mansion is very quiet at the moment.

Chang An was playing with the parrot in the house. This red-billed and green-haired parrot was sent by Wang Zhi a few days ago. It was housed in a drum-shaped cage made of green bamboo, and a perch was installed in the cage. Equipped with two Gu small wooden barrels, one Gu for drinking and the other Gu for food, it took a lot of effort.

Along with the parrot, there is also a letter written by Wang Zhi, which is nothing more than complaining that he was dispatched by Qin Muli to do logistics during the battle of Qujiang, so it is a pity that he did not meet Chang'an and his daughter. The next time I had a chance, I came to visit her again, and told her to be more careful, and if she was in danger, she should put her own safety first, and she must not be reckless.

After reading the letter, Chang'an couldn't help smiling, he didn't expect that the seven cousins ​​could compete with women when they were wordy, but on the other hand, he could know these things because he must have met Qin Muli.

Qin Muli... Thinking of this man, Changan sighed again, the words he said before he left that day seemed to come to mind again, she was too busy these days, so busy that even she thought she had already He left it behind, but he didn't know that any person or thing related to him inadvertently appeared in front of her eyes, which would evoke the memory she deliberately wanted to hide and bury.

Waiting for him, or not marrying someone else, these two promises she dare not easily agree to, they are people from two different worlds, there shouldn't be any intersection at all, why are they entangled again and again? ?
Could it be that fate played a trick on her again?

Chang'an was in a daze, but Ziyuan stepped into the room one step at a time, followed by Ziyu holding a qin in her hand, but it was sealed in a thin velvet qin case embroidered with purple, silver and red magnolia flowers.

"Miss, someone sent this piano."

Ziyuan said with some perplexity, the porter said that the man who brought the qin just said Chang'an's name, left the qin and left, and didn't know who sent it.

Ziyu took advantage of the opportunity to lift the birdcage, and put the qin directly on the table. The parrot flapped its wings and protested a few times, but Ziyu ignored it, wrapped it in a windproof cage, and hung it directly on the porch outside the house.

"Qin?"

Only then did Chang An come to his senses, raised his eyebrows, and focused his eyes on the table. She didn't know much about Lanzhou Mansion, so it was strange who would give her the piano.

Zi Yu leaned on the side with her chest folded and suggested: "Miss, why don't you open the piano to see if it's good or bad, and then you'll know if the other party is teasing on purpose."

"I'll take it apart."

Ziyuan stepped forward to untie the end of the rope, and gently pulled the qin cover out. She was also afraid that the qin was really expensive, so she was careful not to touch anything inside.

Chang'an watched from the side and didn't stop her. She also felt a little curious. It wasn't until the cover of the piano was taken off that a Changqin was in front of her eyes.

Chang'an stretched out her right hand and gently touched Fang Changqin. Her eyes were so focused and her movements were so gentle, as if she was really afraid that a slight ups and downs in her hand would destroy the perfection of the piano.

"Miss, is this really a famous piano?"

Seeing Chang'an's surprised expression, Zi Yuan couldn't help asking, although she couldn't tell the quality of the piano, she saw that the body of the piano was round and concealed complicated lines, and the long strings were bright, exuding a sense of deep and distant And the thick luster is even more precious than the violin that the lady in the Duke's mansion often uses.

"This is the peerless famous piano - Jiuxiao Huanpei!"

There was an inexplicable agitation in Chang'an's heart, and when he pressed his fingers on the strings, he felt that the touch was slightly cool, smooth and flexible, it was indeed a good piano.

It is said that the Jiuxiaohuan Peiqin is of the Fuxi style, cut from fir wood, pine yellow wood, with clam emblems, white jade qin and geese feet, exquisitely carved, vermilion lacquer painted on the body, antlers and gray tires, which were repaired in the past dynasties Ink black, vermilion lacquer, etc., the whole body of the qin is dominated by small snake belly broken patterns, occasionally calf hair broken patterns, the broken patterns on the bottom of the piano are hidden like a twirl, and all have sword edges. It is oval in shape, with lacquer as the cover, and the surface of the piano is slightly raised to form a nayin.

The seal script "Jiuxiao Huanpei" is engraved on the back of the Qinqin, which is the name of the Qin, and the "Qinghe" seal is engraved under the Longchi. I don't know how I can present it in front of my eyes today.

Although Chang'an is not extremely fond of the qin, he also knows the preciousness of the Nine Heavens Ring Peiqin. When he touches it with his fingers, he can't help but fiddle with it twice.

There is a song of high mountains and flowing water, a song of good night, and another song of Guanshanyue. The sound of the piano flows out, like the sound of heaven, Chang'an can't stop, and is deeply intoxicated by the sound.

"Miss!"

After the three songs were finished, the lingering sound lingered, and even Ziyu and Ziyuan let out a dreamlike admiration!
"What a good piano!"

Floating clouds and willow catkins have no roots, and the world is vast and far away, so if you want to play such a flowing and melodious piano sound, piano skills are of course one of the first, but if you are not accompanied by a famous piano, the timbre will be compromised, and it will not be perfect.

"This Qin is so precious, how come the person who gave it didn't leave his name?"

Ziyu was also sighing, although she couldn't understand the peony, but she was intoxicated by the sound of the piano.

"This piano..."

Chang An sighed, and stroked the qin with her right hand, perhaps she could roughly guess who gave the qin.

She knows how to play the piano, but she seldom plays it. The last time she played the piano, she was caressed by the Duke's mansion to send Qin Muli off. If she was not mistaken, this piano should have been sent by him. Is this day to comfort her for her sorrow in her hometown?

(End of this chapter)