My host knocks cute

Chapter 633 My City Lord (28)

There are still two days left, Qing Yu intends to find a chance to spend time alone with Ning Xuan, and chat about life.

However, they didn't mean that. They either shrank in the room or enjoyed the scenery.

Other than those two things, it seemed like he had nothing else to do.

In desperation, Qingyu had no choice but to continue playing her pipa so that Ning Xuan, who was looking around, could hear it.

It can be said that this is the first time that Ning Xuan's mind is not the coquettish words of Ning Wen'er, but the sound of Qingyu's pipa.

Her pipa sound seems to have an infectious power, which can always bring people into it and be intoxicated by it.

Qingyu played the pipa, while Ning Wen'er was bored and listened.

When Qingyu stopped occasionally, he would ask her various questions.

"Sister Qingyu, you play the pipa well, can you teach me?" Ning Wen'er envied Qingyu for having such dexterous hands, who could make ice powder and play the pipa.

Qingyu smiled and said, "Okay, if you want to learn, I will teach you step by step."

"Sister Qingyu, how long do I have to practice to play as well as you?" Ning Wen'er asked again.

Qingyu thought for a while, and said a time limit, "At least seven or eight years. Musical instruments are nothing else. People without talent can only practice every day."

Ning Wen'er stared wide-eyed, "Isn't it, seven or eight years?"

She counted with her fingers, "Then...then I can't reach your level until I'm 25 or six?"

My god, it's too long.

"I'll just forget it, I guess I can't hold on."

Qingyu smiled again, "It's okay, you don't want students to be normal. Like learning dance and musical instruments, it's best to start from elementary school. Longing, when I was five years old and first arrived at Ningyu Pavilion, Mother Bai let me Picking an instrument, I picked the pipa, and I've been playing the pipa since then."

Ning Wen'er was even more surprised, "It must have been more than ten years?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you come to Ningyu Pavilion?"

Ning Wen'er's question reminded her of the memory of this body. She said: "At that time, I was the eldest lady of the Xiangguo Mansion in the capital. It's a pity that my father was punished by the nine clans for treason. The emperor saw that I was young and felt pity, so he sent me I went into exile. Later, I went to Ningcheng with the servant who escaped from my family. He gave me the last food and died in the suburbs. Later... I went to the street and was spotted by Bai Mama, so I entered Ningyu Pavilion. "

After listening to Ning Wen'er's words, she just felt that the world is impermanent, "Your father is really good, it's not good to be a good minister of the country, and he must go to treason. Otherwise, now you are the eldest lady of the minister's mansion, and you can enjoy endless glory and wealth. How can I stay in this Ningyu Pavilion?"

For Ning Wen'er's angry words, Qing Yu just laughed and said nothing.

If it wasn't for her, the real Qingyu would have married Ning Xuan by now.

Her thoughts drifted as she spoke, but it was Ning Wen'er who woke her up.

"Sister Qingyu, it's getting late, let's go back first, we have to pack things tonight, we have to go back tomorrow." Ning Wen'er said.

Qing Yu nodded: "Well, go back."

On the way back, I met someone who was also going back to Ningxuan.

Ning Wen'er brought the two of them together intentionally or unintentionally, and walked by the side by herself.

Listening to what Qingyu said just now, Ning Wen'er really felt that Qingyu was very pitiful.

She should be able to live a good life, but now she has to rely on her face for food, which is really pitiful.

It would be great if her elder brother was enlightened and married Qingyu back to Ningfu.

In this way, Sister Qingyu can live her life happily.

(End of this chapter)