My Queen Is Too Young

"Come and have a look." Mingyou is eager to try.

Compared with other gifts, simple Guqin is longer, so it's not hard to find it. After a dozen mistakes, I still found it.

When you open it, you are surprised. Even if you don't know how to use it, you can also see some precious and exquisite. Its workmanship is not the same as other ordinary ones.

Under the candle light, the strings are shining like stars in the dark night sky. Though not dazzling, they are unforgettable.

In the past, the strings are not cool at all. The body of the instrument is made of divine wood. It looks simple and simple, but it is not corroded by vicissitudes.

"Is this piano a thousand years old?" Han Huan looked at it and couldn't believe it. "How can I look at it? It's like a new one. Is it not that the Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty made a fake to fool people? "

Mingyou can only excitedly rush a way, "that's not as good as I'll try."

"Han Huan frowned," Your Highness, you play the piano is worse than the cow's, if at that time the person who plays the lute to a cow is changed to you, you can eat braised beef. "

"Dead cold Huan, you still dare to diaphragm should this palace?" Mingyou heard her description, some of which can't hang face. "That's because the piano is not good,

so it doesn't sound good."

Han Huan shrunk his neck and whispered, "other people's zither players don't play very well even with more than ten taels of silver. Your majesty believed your lies!"

Nanyou's empress has always been proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. But this queen is the only one who is not proficient in all aspects of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, although she was raised in the palace.

It's like killing a pig!

The mouth said, but the action is still honest will play the piano, Mingyou has not started to play, cold Huan then quietly blocked the ear. Fingertip gently plucked, the string issued a crisp sound, like the mountain spring hit on the rocks, crisp and loud.

Mingyou is a little excited, but the voice is really good. So he has a great confidence. After doing it, he remembers the music of a young Qin player Professor

and slowly keeps up with the rhythm.

However...

there are no mountains and rivers in our imagination. The sound of the piano is still very harsh and can not form a tune.

The smile on Han Huan's face gradually disappeared, covering his ears. If this is the true face of their master, if the music is pleasant, then there is a ghost.

Mingyou stopped and said, "people who don't know how to play the piano are also like fairy music around their ears? Is that what xianle is like? "

"Don't insult xianle Changfeng couldn't help coming in from the outside, blocking his ears and saying, "since it's no talent, it's better not to force it. It's easy to kill people."

"Why?"

Changfeng, "other people play the piano, that's money, you want life!"

Mingyou grabs the quilt on the table and smashes it in the past. Changfeng takes it out of his ear and is about to catch it. Unexpectedly, a hand has been steadily caught in front of him.

Chang Feng turns around and says, "Your Majesty?"

He thought that he had just accepted the little empress. He was afraid that Feng qingshallow would take revenge for his own interests, so he ran away. "I think of something important, so I'll go first."

Mingyou pouted, "look at your good bodyguard."

"I think there is some truth in what he said. Your music is really killing." Feng Qingqian heard some headache.

Mingyou still blame things on the Qin, "it's not because of this fake Qin, and there's no sound of fairy music at all." Feng Qing shallow touched the Qin, eyes have a touch of dark, "this is really a thousand years old Guqin Liufang Qin."

"Then why can't I play fairy music?" Mingyou doesn't understand.

"The instrument has to be played by internal force to make it sound like a three-day instrument."