Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

Even though it was holiday, Jiang Zhiyi still got up before the morning.

Life at the He family is so regular and healthy that I can’t sleep in even if I want to.

I have a hanging bun. Since I don't need to go out, I don't need to bring any jewelry. A pink and white dress is enough.

She wore a Xiaoxiang dress with a silver-red skirt, and without a long-sleeved shirt, which made her look even slimmer.

It was too early to get up, and there were no classes yet, so Jiang Zhiyi didn’t know what to do.

Perhaps because she saw that her young lady had nothing to do, Bai Zhi told Jiang Zhiyi what happened yesterday.

"Miss, I noticed something was wrong with Pearl yesterday."

Jiang Zhiyi became interested.

"Tell me in detail what happened to Zhuyu."

While Bai Zhi was preparing perfume for her young lady, she talked about what happened yesterday.

"Yesterday, the young master's servant brought food to Zhuyu, but I saw from the window that she was standing at the door for a long time without moving.

As soon as I stood in front of her, she handed me the food and ran away. I saw that her expression was not right. "

Jiang Zhiyi thought about it and found the scene of a girl standing at her doorstep for a long time without moving interesting.

"You think she might be a spy, but there's nothing for me to spy on."

Bai Zhi also found it strange.

"I have inquired about the origins of everyone in this garden. Aunt Qiubi and I were specially assigned to you by the Madam. The others came here because they were ostracized. Only Zhuyu took the initiative to ask to serve the young lady."

Jiang Zhiyi put a shell-made bird-shaped hairpin on herself, which made her look more lively and lovely without losing her simplicity and elegance.

"She said she worked in the kitchen. Did she offend someone, or is she unwelcome?"

Bai Zhi shook her head and denied Jiang Zhiyi's guess.

"No one will send spies to our place. Besides, Zhuyu is the daughter of the manager of the western kitchen. Her father works for the master of the house, so she has some face."

Jiang Zhiyi turned around and looked at Bai Zhi, with a fox-like smile in his eyes.

"That's interesting. My place is hated by everyone, but she came to my yard on her own initiative. What does she want?

This life is boring, Baizhi, keep an eye on her and don't let her do anything bad."

Bai Zhi nodded humbly.

"As ordered."

Fortunately, this world is not ancient times after all. Although Jiang Zhiyi is not yet 16 years old and Mrs. He does not allow him to use a mobile phone, fortunately he can still watch TV.

He Qinggui said he would come at 9 o'clock, and there was still a quarter of an hour before that. Jiang Zhiyi was standing under the corridor waiting. A copper bird-scare bell engraved with the word "Fu" was hung under the eaves, and it made a crisp sound when the wind blew.

Zhuyu said yesterday that she was not feeling well, but she still got up on time this morning to sweep the snow, from the garden to outside the door.

Ye Zi didn't have to wait too long, and He Qinggui's figure soon appeared in front of her.

He was wearing a black straight-collared robe, a snow-white cloak, and a wide ermine belt around his waist. He looked as simple and elegant as ever.

Zhuyu was the first to bow and greet, and He Qinggui just raised his hand and walked towards Ye Zi under the corridor.

Looking at Ye Zi's slender figure, He Qinggui took Ye Zi directly into the warm room.

"It seems that mother broke her promise."

Ye Zi was very curious and asked doubtfully.

"How did Master break his promise?"

He was still accompanied by the two servants, and one of them took off his cloak.

"When I brought you home, mother told me to raise you to be plump and beautiful."

Baizhi served the two of them tea, which was Lu'an Guapian, just as Jiang Zhiyi had said yesterday.

"No, I've gained a lot of weight, and I have to change my clothes every day."

A smile appeared on He Qinggui's handsome face.

"Yes, you are at the age of growth now."

There was a hint of helplessness in Ye Zi's bright and moist eyes.

"You talk like you're 20 years older than me."

Mingming, Mingming is only two years older than me.

The door was not closed. The wooden house needed to be wiped from time to time. Zhu Yu held a handkerchief and listened to the sounds coming from the study.

Ye Zi sat on the cushion, feeling nervous inside, and began to play the piano meticulously.

She had to perform at her best and not let He Qinggui down.

The fleshy hands plucking the strings did not sound like human hands, but rather like they were made of iron.

Just like a rusty saw sawing hard ironwood, a naughty fat cat scratched the blackboard.

Bai Zhi and the two servants had already left when Ye Zi was about to play the piano, leaving only Ye Zi and He Qinggui in the huge study.

He Qinggui's temper and patience were both excellent. He showed no sign of getting angry while listening to the piano music. However, the gentle smile on his face was somewhat helpless.

After Ye Zi finished playing the song, He Qinggui sat cross-legged on the light green cushion next to Ye Zi.

"It's not that bad actually. The charm of the immortal's music is still played out, and the manners of playing the piano are also correct."

Ye Zi was silent for a while, then said quietly.

"I played the lyrics of Autumn Wind."

He Qinggui was also stunned. After practicing the piano for ten years, he made the mistakes of "Xianweng Cao" and "Autumn Wind Lyrics".

"Sorry, maybe it's because I haven't played these songs for a long time, so I forgot the tune."

Ye Zi didn't answer, Ye Zi didn't want to talk.

He Qinggui plucked the piano, and the gentle and lingering sound flowed out like water.

Well, Qin is fine.

"Let's practice the fingering for the right hand first."

Ye Zi played the piano strictly according to He Qinggui's hand shape, but the sound did not change at all.

He Qinggui's expression began to become confused, and her beautiful face looked a little dazed. Why did it happen like this?

Why does Miss Ye’s playing of the piano produce this effect?

He Qinggui slowed down his movements to make the leaves easier to see.

The white and slender fingers gently and slowly rubbed and picked the piano, and the clear and mellow sound of the piano made people's ears numb.

Ye Zi found it very strange that the piano sounded so beautiful when played by him.

At first, Ye Zi tried hard to imitate his movements, but before she knew it, she was attracted by his hands.

As if by magic, Ye Zi gently touched his hand, which was as soft as jade and felt very warm.

He Qinggui paused for a moment and looked at Ye Zi. Her eyes were like a little deer, curious and ignorant.

I was overthinking it. What could she understand? She's just a child.

I'm afraid there's no difference between men and women in their minds, so you don't need to take it too seriously.

Seeing that He Qinggui did not dodge, Ye Zi became more bold and put her little hand on He Qinggui's.

Feeling every subtle movement of his hands, light and smooth.

Ye Zi thought that even if she had no ears, she could still feel the beauty of music from his hands.

He sat in front of the piano, like the spirit of the piano, and had the same rhythm as the ancient piano.

He Qinggui was much taller than Ye Zi, so in order to cover her hand with his, Ye Zi had to move closer to him.

Little by little, Ye Zi moved into his arms, feeling his warm breath and his fascinating fragrance.

By the time he finished playing a tune, the tips of his ears were already burning.

Really, it was so close that when I lowered my head, I could see the swirl on her head.

There was no incense on Ye Zi's body, and there were only agarwood, aloeswood, ambergris, camphor and bletilla striata on the table beside the piano. He Qinggui knew the incense recipe by heart.

What kind of fragrance was coming from her? It was very faint, with the scent of flowers and plants.

Ye Zi seemed to be addicted to this feeling. Her little hands seemed to be glued to He Qinggui's hands, waiting for He Qinggui's next song.

He Qinggui stopped moving and looked at her little hand helplessly.

Ye Zi broke away from the rhythm of the music and looked at He Qinggui with clear eyes full of doubts.

It’s like asking, why don’t you play anymore? I’m still waiting to listen.