What are you playing

The reason he hurriedly ran back home was that he was worried about encountering obstacles.

A Kingdom shaking level poem, which he cherished like a fish swimming in the river.

Also in Spring Breeze House, there were relatively few competitors.

If he went elsewhere, he might not be able to obtain it.

Now that he had luckily obtained it, he naturally wanted to "secure it in his pocket".

But in doing so, there were risks involved.

Lu Zhu was not scary, but the person behind her was.

"Lord Liu, your action of stepping back half a step is serious?"

Lu Zhu laughed and said with a mischievous look in her eyes.

"Miss Lu Zhu, a gentleman does not take the good things of others."

Liu Sanyuan intended to struggle.

"I'm just a lady, not a gentleman."

Lu Zhu said.

"This poem was given to me by Ye brother."

"In that case, you can also give it to someone else."

"What does Miss Lu Zhu want with this poem? You're not a reader, are you?"

"Don't pretend anymore, Lord Liu. You know in your heart that the person who wants this poem is not me, but my young lady."

Liu Sanyuan's expression froze.

This was his greatest fear.

Although he was the son of a high-ranking official, his status and background were no match for Xiao Qianqian.

Others might not know about her status and background, but how could he not?

She was not only the head of countless spies as the leader of Secret intelligence agency, but also a cultivator who showed exceptional talent since she was young.

Most importantly, she and the current emperor grew up together, with a deep bond like sisters.

In fact, if he thought boldly, the emperor had not yet appointed a queen, and perhaps that position was reserved for Xiao Qianqian.

"He told Ye Ning that Xiao Qianqian was the woman of a major character and it was not entirely untrue. Were there any greater figures than the emperor of the Great Zhou?"

"If Miss Xiao likes this poem, I can let her enjoy it, but...it has to be returned."

Liu Sanyuan hesitated, expecting something.

"Be clear, this poem, after my young lady gets it, she wants to offer it to the Emperor. You know how the Emperor views Lord Ye, how could he miss a poem like this? Do you want to compete for treasures with the Emperor?"

Lu Zhu's tongue was sharp.

A moment of reasoning made Liu Sanyuan silent.

"All right."

He kept laughing bitterly, reluctant to let go of the poem as he handed it over to Lu Zhu.

His eyes were full of nostalgia.

Sigh, he still hasn't enjoyed it to the fullest yet.

Lu Zhu took the poem without verifying its authenticity, and in a flash, she disappeared without a trace.

Therefore, it could be seen that she was also a cultivator.

Lu Zhu silently returned to Spring Breeze House, as if she had never left.

She followed a secret path back to Xiao Qianqian's room and stood obediently to the side.

She saw the young lady pull down the veil to cover her face and chuckle.

It seemed that every time she met a man, there was always such a scene.

Xiao Qianqian glanced at the shadowy figure on the other side of the curtain and chuckled softly.

With her hands placed on the neck of the instrument, she slowly played the guqin.

"Playing the guqin?"

In his past life, Ye Ning also had a fondness for ancient culture, calligraphy, poetry, and music, but he was not highly skilled.

Now, seeing Xiao Qianqian playing the guqin, he was a bit curious.

The melody of the guqin in this different world also had a special charm.

He closed his eyes and listened attentively.

The sound of the guqin was meandering and extremely pleasant to the ear.

Xiao Qianqian's playing was very skilled, and each note exuded an extraordinary vitality.

In Ye Ning's perception, it was like seeing a stream flowing calmly.

That stream was made up of countless notes, and its water flow was unhurried and its current was very peaceful, flowing endlessly.

It was a very wonderful feeling.

But after listening for half a day, it was all the same tune.

This is a bit boring.

The flowing water ripples down the stream, portraying peace and harmony, which can initially calm a person down.

But it always repeats the same melody, the initial calmness turns into agitation.

One must know that this music is inherently complex.

Just talking about playing the instrument, the correct pitch is the minimum requirement.

Superb techniques and perfect performance are all added points.

But these things are not important, the most important thing is the musical score.

Without a solid foundation, even if one plays a good instrument and a common tune, it is difficult to leave a memorable impression on others, at most it is just technical skill.

Speaking from the heart, the music played by Xiao Qianqian on the guqin is not considered rubbish, to some extent, it is still very beautiful.

But it lacks variation.

Initially, it was a small stream flowing downstream, and then it remained the same small stream as before.

Without any difficulties or changes, where is the fun?

There is no room for imagination.

Placed on the stage, it is only ordinary.

Unconsciously, Ye Ning frowned.

Although there was a curtain, regardless of whether it was Lu Zhu or Xiao Qianqian, both were cultivators.

Of course, they could see through the curtain and see the feeling of Ye Ning.

Seeing him frown, Xiao Qianqian stopped playing the guqin, and her eyebrows furrowed as well.

But she didn't say anything.

Instead, Lu Zhu opened his mouth and asked.

"Ye Ning, what do you think of our young miss's performance of 'Flowing Water' on the guqin?"

Without hesitation, Ye Ning answered.

"What are you playing?"