Traveling from ancient times to the present: The general’s live broadcast of farming

The teahouse is antique in style, with meandering water flowing into the cup and dancing gauze.

While walking, you can smell the quiet fragrance wafting in the air, which is sweet but not greasy, soft and boney, and the fragrance changes gracefully.

"Incense in the pear tent?" Nangong Ying murmured. The tea room was so quiet that the manager who walked quickly heard it.

"Yes, yes, today I ordered the incense in the pear tent!" The manager listened to Nangong Ying's pleasant voice through the gauze curtain. In addition, she accurately picked the name of the incense, and he had high expectations for her.

Turning around the book shelf and the gauze curtain, the manager saw the speaker.

"Huh? You were the one who said on the phone that you can play the pipa?"

He couldn't believe it, and looked up and down. Nangong Ying's outfit was extremely simple. Although he was wearing a mask, his eyes were watery and the exposed skin was extremely white and tender. He didn't look like a Pipa master, but rather--

High school student.

"Is it her?" The manager looked at the man and Xiaoli.

The people who come to his teahouse on weekdays are either rich or noble, and everything is treated according to the best standards. Therefore, even if you are a musical instrument player, you are still a graduate student majoring in a related musical instrument, and you must obtain an advanced professional certificate. In addition to the professional requirements for technique, the performer must also be handsome and have a suitable temperament.

"It's her." The man wiped the sweat from his forehead and was also very nervous.

The manager looked at the high school student in front of him and hesitated. But he looked down at the time and saw that it was already too late.

He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, "Come on! Come here and give it a try!"

The boss told him that big shots like to listen to the pipa, so he must arrange the pipa music in advance and wait for it. If this thing goes wrong, he will be finished.

Nangong Ying was taken to the area where performers usually rest, where various musical instruments were displayed, and some distinctive clothing hung on the side to correspond to the characteristics of the instruments and the style of each elegant room.

She stretched out her hand with some nostalgia and plucked the strings of the guqin next to her. The earthy sound was rich and cleansing her soul, and the whole space seemed to tremble with the faint fragrance.

"Don't move!" The manager glanced at her, "That's the guqin that the boss just put here. It's extremely expensive. If it's broken, we can't afford to pay for it!"

Nangong Ying quickly stopped and listened to the advice.

She has no money.

Still unfinished, she turned her head to look at the guqin carefully. This guqin was barely of top quality and had a good sound. She had never touched it since she went to the battlefield. She chuckled. Perhaps people in the capital had long forgotten that she, a general with a sword and fierce moves, was also a guqin master respected by everyone in the capital.

"One piece of piano music moves the world, and no one knows about Nangong Ying."

She suddenly remembered this poem that everyone chanted in the streets of Beijing.

The manager took Xiaoli's pipa and handed it to Nangong Ying. The memory paused for a moment. She took the pipa with her fair and slender hands, slowly sat on the stool, pressed the strings with her left hand, played with her right hand, and tried the sound casually.

The manager's panic expression gradually calmed down, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes. Xiaoli also calmed down her breathing amidst the music of her piano.

The sound of the piano seems intoxicating.

Nangong Ying sniffed the aroma at the tip of her nose, and the joyful and relaxed mood overflowed from her fingertips, infecting everyone in this space.

There is still the first half of the poem -

"My bare hands are slender and I sing the pipa, and I want to get drunk and hear the music of the guqin."

It reflects the situation at this moment.

After the song ended, Nangong Ying looked at the manager calmly, "Where is the score here? How do I need to take the exam?"

The manager suddenly came to his senses, "Huh?"

He couldn't turn his head at once. What music score or exam? What was the link just now?

"Excellent piano skills." Xiaoli nodded and poked the manager with her stiff hand, "She can do it."

"Okay, okay!" The manager breathed a sigh of relief and smiled so hard that his teeth couldn't even see his eyes.

"What songs do you know?" The manager looked at her with burning eyes.

Nangong Ying was stunned. She didn't seem to know what kind of music there was in this era...

The original owner didn't know anything about musical instruments, had never been exposed to these at all, and couldn't find anything useful in his mind.

It's over, her money, her medicine, it seems there is no hope.

"Do you have any requirements for the music?" Nangong Ying asked, tilting his head in an attempt to save himself.

Before the manager could speak, the phone rang again. He glanced at the note above and trembled, "Forget it, you can just play the one you just played! The big shot is probably coming!"

He hurriedly answered the phone, then pointed at the performance clothes and hurried out, "Daniu, wait for her to change clothes and take her to the private room upstairs!"

In the elegant room, the gauze curtain hangs lightly, dividing the space into two parts.

Nangong Ying wore a plain white silk gown with a layer of azure gauze with large sleeves on the outside. A red belt around her waist outlined her graceful and slender waist. Her hair was simply pulled into a bun behind her head, and she wore a side face. Azure veil.

She came slowly with her pipa in her arms, as if she had stepped out of an ancient painting. Between the overlapping of the two-dimensional and three-dimensional worlds, her steps were calm, and she did not even disturb the steps in her bun.

The manager took a breath when he saw her dressed like this. It was nothing more than that. Although Nangong Ying's face could not be seen clearly, as his eyes moved, the tear stain that could not be covered by the veil was bright and eye-catching.

She moved her fingers lightly, and the sound of the piano poured out. The clear sound of the pipa entwines the crisp cigarette smoke in the room and penetrates into people's hearts.

Not long after, the guests arrived.

Nangong Ying acted as a music player, neither talking nor listening much.

But her hearing was really good, and the guests' conversations fell into her ears.

"He Yunshen, my patience is limited." The voice of the speaker was gentle and sinister, "She likes you, and I will learn to accommodate you, but you, don't challenge my patience!"

Nangong Ying raised her eyes when she heard the familiar name.

There are two black shadows on the other side of the gauze curtain. It's really unlucky to be able to meet a cheap fiancé like her even if you make a small amount of money.

He Yunshen's mood was calmer, "So, you invited me here today just to talk about this?"

"Xiao Yao was injured just to see your so-called fiancée! Do you take Xiao Yao seriously?"

"Mr. Fu, you've crossed the line."

"Crossing the line? Hey, He Yunshen, Xiaoyao is not happy, I don't mind letting you taste the feeling of loss." His faint voice was like a demon from hell wearing human skin, "The Fu family is in my hands, what about you?"

He Yunshen didn't respond. The man laughed and said lazily, "Cancel your engagement. I don't want Xiaoyao to be criticized."

"I can't figure it out." There was no joy or anger in He Yunshen's voice.

Mr. Fu laughed dully, as if he had thought of something, "You He family are really persistent. If you had this kind of consciousness back then, why would you let us..."

"Shut up." He Yunshen scolded sternly, glancing behind the gauze curtain, "Fu Nian, no matter how crazy you are, there are some things you can't bring up casually!"

"Why, I don't deserve to mention it?" Fu Nian drawled his voice slowly, "Are you the only one who is worthy of being engaged to someone with the surname Nangong?"

"Do you think the He family values ​​you more or not?

Such an important engagement is yours, but they plan to give most of the He family's property to your brother. It’s really… unpredictable, isn’t it Xiao He…”

"Fu Nian!" He Yunshen interrupted him coldly.

Fu Nian looked at him with a half-smile.

He Yunshen looked straight into Fu Nian's eyes for a long time, "So, are you here for Xiyao, or... Nangong..."

"When the horse's hoof goes south, people look north. When people look north, the grass is green and the yellow dust is flying. I am willing to guard..." Nangong Ying's mobile phone placed outside the door was not turned off, and the ringtone of the mobile phone was particularly loud.

Fu Nian threw the cup in his hand, "What a bullshit ringtone! Come here! Find your manager!"