Ugly peasant girl in space

Chapter 391 I Will Be Responsible (1)
"That's no problem, the problem is we're running late!"

Zhao Yangyang looked at the pocket watch in his bosom. It was imported from overseas. It is small, convenient and expensive. Only Cuihua Building sells it. She must have spent a lot of money to buy it.

"Ah? Run!"

Shui Linghuan yelled, and dragged Qingli and Zhao Yangyang into the school. The first class was piano music, and they had just come in to take their seats when Mr. Hindfoot also arrived.

The husband who taught piano music was surnamed Xu. She was a woman in her 40s. She heard that she had a good relationship with Zhao Wanqing’s mother. Uncertain, she looks gloomy every day, with vicious eyes, Qingli hates her even more than Juejue Shitai, maybe because she has a grudge with Zhao Wanqing, so she always deliberately makes things difficult for her, finds faults many times, and wants to get Qingli out of Qinqu Ban kicked out without success.

"Mo Qingli, come and play "Yangguan Sandie". If you miss a note, you can go out and stand under the sun."

As soon as Mr. Xu entered the door, he caused Qingli a little trouble. "Yangguan Sandie" was a repertoire that he learned yesterday. Basically, all the ladies haven't played it proficiently. Qingli was absent yesterday, so it is impossible to play a single note. Not bad, the sun is scorching outside the window, and you will pass out after a while.

"Sir, Qingli asked for leave yesterday and didn't come."

"That's right, I haven't learned anything yet, how can I play it?"

The one in front was Shui Linghuan, and the one behind was Liu Huasheng who was a little louder. Neither of them spoke loudly, but the room was completely silent, and everyone could hear them clearly.

"Is that so? But Miss Mo's talent has caused a sensation all over the world. She prayed for the Queen Mother back then and she amazed everyone with her song. It's true, isn't it?"

Mr. Xu raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, his eyes were still provocative. Zhao Wanqing was her most proud student back then, and she expected her to gain a good reputation after studying. She really exhausted her efforts for this, and ended up dying tragically. Not only did he not gain a bit of fame, but he also lost his well-paid errand, so now he has no choice but to come to the academy, and the monthly salary he gets is not as much as half of the Zhao family's silver, and there are no rewards, and he has to teach so many ladies from the official family.

"Miss Shui, Miss Liu, since you are not convinced, let's perform first."

Mr. Xu was quite polite to the two of them. The problem was that both of them had backgrounds, so they couldn't afford to offend them, so they softened their tone.

Shui Linghuan came to the stage with her head drooping first. After going back yesterday, she went to see Qingli. When she learned that she was sick, she returned home late. She took a rest and had dinner, and then it was time to go to bed. How could she have time to practice? this.

"Ding dong ding dong..."

Shui Linghuan played a modified version of "Yangguan Sandie". There were so many wrong sounds that Mr. Xu didn't give the score, and she didn't write it down.

"Practice hard, it's okay." Although the playing was not smooth, but Mr. Xu still nodded his face. When it was Liu Huasheng's turn, the sound was unbearable.

Qingli lowered her head, because Shui Linghuan made too many mistakes, she didn't remember it carefully, otherwise she would be wrong when she played it, this woman is deliberately finding fault, basically she has to come to every piano lesson, and there is no less Being teased by Qingli, he just has no memory.

"Qingli, here you go, see how much you can memorize."

Zhao Yangyang at the same table can't talk, she's not Shui Linghuan and Liu Huasheng, she's just a business girl, and her husband can kick her out if he's upset, so she's been working hard for fear of getting troubled. Zhao Yangyang always felt uneasy if things were too busy.

"Thank you, Yangyang, you are my savior."

Qingli happily took the sheet music, glanced at it, it was relatively simple, she scanned it two or three times and memorized it, then turned her head and said to Zhao Yangyang, "The pastry shop has new snacks, I invite you Eat, send a box to each of you, and send it to your house."

"There's a new dim sum, do you have my favorite egg tart?"

Shui Linghuan listened to it, his eyes sparkled, Qingli always said that the blueberry-flavored egg tart was the best, but he never tried it.

"There really are, because Sister Xiaoyu sent someone to bring some of the blueberries over."

Shen Bingyu moved quickly, and before he came back, all the things he bought from the border of Daqin were brought over. I heard that he encountered bandits two or three times on the road, and they saw that there was no gold, silver and jewelry in the car. He was impatient to rob, and let these escorted goods of.

"Great!"

"Mo Qingli, it's your turn!"

Qingli and Shui Linghuan, Zhao Yangyang nodded, reassuring the two, she walked up to the high platform in front, blessed everyone, then sat in front of the guzheng and played "Three Folds of Yangguan".

The voice is beautiful and the artistic conception is far away. It expresses a kind of reluctance, sadness and longing when seeing off. Qingli added her own feelings when playing, missing her parents, elder brother, third brother, and second sister who have not seen for more than four years. Waiting for people, longing to be reunited again, all the people below were intoxicated by it, Shui Linghuan even burst into tears, her father was working in another place, and her mother brought her two older brothers to work, because the location was remote, she was afraid that she would suffer along with her. Leaving her in the Shui family mansion, she can only see her relatives when she returns to Beijing to report on her duties once every three years.

At the end of the song, all the ladies present were silent in the aftertaste of the sound of the piano, and it took nearly a quarter of an hour before everyone applauded belatedly. Qingli handed Shui Linghuan a handkerchief and sighed. Tone, fortunately, she survived and will be reunited with her relatives soon.

Finally finished the piano music class, Qingli and Shui Linghuan Zhao Yangyang walked out of the school together, and went for a walk outside the academy, there were ladies from various families inside, carrying bottles of rouge and gouache, and if there were no maids around, they would just touch up makeup by themselves , talking about jewellery, whoever got a piece of jewelry, cost several thousand taels, and so on, showing off, leaving the ladies whose fathers are not high-ranking, became the object of ridicule, and there were also discords between the two factions, which were transferred to the As for the children, they often quarrel in the academy, and they are chaotic, and their brains hurt after staying for a long time.

"Qingli, why do you think that Mr. Xu always has trouble with you? You didn't kill Zhao Wanqing. It's been several years. Why does she keep staring at you!"

Shui Linghuan pulled off a few leaves, then tore them up bit by bit, threw them like a fairy flower, and then continued to poison the flowers and plants in the academy, muttering in a low voice, basically every time she took piano lessons, she would To make things difficult for Qing Li, but the two had no enmity before, the only person they could get in touch with was that Mr. Xu once taught Zhao Wanqing the piano art.

"Zhao Wanqing died, and she also lost her job. It is said that the Zhao family is rich, and it has gradually declined in recent years."

Zhao Yangyang didn't know much about what he knew back then, and it was just a gossip. It turned out that there were so many secrets among these official ladies, and the murderer of the murder was never found. Because Dilong turned around, the matter was left alone , originally planned to ask the actors of Dequan class to take the blame, it seems that some of them interceded, and after the epidemic broke out, this matter was fully understood. I am afraid that no one mentioned it except the Zhao family.

(End of this chapter)