The fourth master's favorite concubine

Chapter 209 When did 209 do it

"Your majesty." The fourth master was engrossed in listening to it, and his soul wandered out unconsciously, wondering if he cared too much recently.

I don't know if the hand he pulled too hard that day hurt or not.

"Your Majesty." Chang Yue called out again, seeing that there was no movement from the Emperor.

Presumably it was because of his excellent piano skills that the emperor was so fascinated by it.

"Your Majesty, how do you feel?" She got up and walked to the man who was paralyzed on the Arhat's bed, and asked sitting beside him.

"That's right, your qin has always been rare in the palace." He came back to his senses and sat up straight, feeling a little bored.

"Then what else does the emperor want to hear? As long as the emperor wants to play, all the courtiers will play for the emperor." He turned around and sat in front of the piano.

Fourth Master looked at her lively, and thought that Yi Jin was always too calm, always telling him to take care of the overall situation, but she was much more magnanimous than himself.

"The piano skills are good. If you play it with that guqin, it will definitely have more charm and make people dream about it."

Chang Yue smiled, and probably understood the meaning of what she said, so she supported Yin and said, "My sister's piano skills are better than mine. If the emperor wants to hear it, it's not too late to go to my sister's place now."

Fourth Master shook his head and recalled what she said earnestly, I can't play the piano.He actually believed it.

"Although the piano is good, her piano skills are not as good as yours."

The bottomless handsome eyes raised slightly and fell on Chang Yue's face. They looked good, but unfortunately they lacked a little charm.

It's not bad to be fresh for a while, but if I see it every day for a long time, I feel a little impatient.

"The emperor still wants to listen to a piece. Since my sister's piano skills are not as good as mine, how about I play a piece that my sister and I often dance together."

The fourth master became interested in dancing to the tune together.Sit upright on the collapse.

"You can listen to it."

Chang Yue sits upright, with one hand supporting the low string and the other hand dropping the end Jiaoyin.The dull place happened suddenly, and it was nostalgia just to speak.

'where?A few leaves Xiao Xiaoyu.Wet all the flowers on the eaves, the people at the bottom of the flowers are speechless.Covering the screen mountain, the jade furnace is cold.Whoever sees the two eyebrows gather together and lean against the railing. '

The continuous lovesickness, sent by the willow wind in Chang Yue's hands, moistens the spring flowers under the eaves and arouses the infinite thoughts of the beauties in the house.

Fourth master frowned, listening to the meaning.

The beautiful woman who is bored, can't sleep alone, in the curling smoke, her love is getting heavier day by day.

Where is the sweetheart?Does he know that there is a beautiful woman who is frowning, leaning on the railing, waiting day after day?
This poem, this artistic conception, is not soul-stirring, but only lingering affection, and a beautiful woman waiting for her sweetheart.

This is what she does with her.

"Your Majesty, how about this song?" Chang Yue walked to the window with a smile, and walked to the Emperor's side.

"This song..."

"We've been rehearsing for a long time about the words mentioned by my sister and the notes composed by my concubine. How does the emperor feel when he hears it?"

"When did I do it?" I always feel that it is not her style, but that person's.

Chang Yue tilted her head and thought about it, not knowing when she did it.I just remember that it was before entering the palace in the mansion.

I remember that at the end of autumn last year, he, Rong Ruo and his thirteenth brother went to the south of the Yangtze River to investigate the imperial examination, and saw that Rong Ruo had written poems similar to this style on his desk.

I vaguely remember writing it like this.

I just fell asleep, worrying about the pressure of the quilt and breaking the flowers.Counting more chips, seeing the silver worm falling.Dreams are hard to rely on, news is hard to be true, but it's just making money and frowning all day long.

"What's the matter, could it be that the emperor wants my sister to do another song. The concubine wants to use my sister's talent and she will definitely not refuse."

"Tell me when to do it." The sudden roar made all the servants in the room fall to their knees in fright.

"The concubine is guilty."

(End of this chapter)