C178 Zither 2

"You never liked going out. Why are you here this time?" Song Qingyu asked casually, but his voice was full of blame. In her opinion, Murong Ling was out of place in this sort of place. Furthermore, her body wasn't in a good condition, so why would she want to come to the Song Residence?

When Murong Ling heard that, she calmly looked at the surface of the lake that was being blown by the gentle wind. The willow tree next to the pavilion fluttered and from time to time, it would strike the pavilion.

"When father returned from the imperial court, he heard about this marriage. Although the Emperor didn't like it, it was because of Chen Fei and King Yu's affirmation that he agreed. So I came here to see you. Seeing you like this, I feel relieved as well. "

Song Qingyu's heart warmed as he turned around and looked at her seriously. Mu Ge realized that her complexion wasn't good, but didn't notice that Murong Ling's complexion was haggard.

"So that's how it is. You haven't recovered yet. You should head back earlier. Something might happen in the Song Residence today."

Murong Ling looked at Song Qingyu strangely and was about to ask when Song Yiyan stopped playing the zither.

"I didn't expect that A Yan's zither arts would be so powerful. We were just lucky to be able to benefit from this banquet." In the future when A Yan marries, we might not be able to listen anymore. " Mu Shui praised.

Song Yiyan's big wedding was hanging in his mouth from time to time. He intentionally swept a glance at Song Qingyu. He saw that Song Qingyu was even calmer than the usually unconcerned Murong Ling!

When did Song Qingyu and Mu Rong Ling become familiar with each other?

Mu Yu's eyes narrowed, concealing the sharp glint in his eyes.

The aristocratic young lady beside him echoed, "If we had half the zither skills of the Song Family's second sister, we would be considered among the best."

Song Yiyan was flattered, and she humbly said: "I don't have what you guys said, my zither arts are just ordinary. Practice as much as you can, and it will be the same in the future. "

"Since Ah Yan's zither arts are so, then Sister A Yu must be proficient in it!" I saw earlier that elder sister Yu was good at tea ceremony at the palace banquet. You also know medicine, so you should be very skilled in zither arts, no? "

Mu Yu looked at Song Qingyu in anticipation, his eyes filled with innocence and clarity.

"That's right, the young miss of the Song Family must be good at it too." "Last time at the palace banquet, we saw that the emperor really liked the Song Family's eldest daughter. The Song Family's elder sister must be quick on the uptake."

The crowd echoed one after another. He wished he could praise Song Qing and Yu Qing to the heavens.

Song Yiyan was nervous. She wasn't sure whether Song Qingyu could play the zither or not, but she hadn't heard of anyone in such a long time. After all, she was from the country. In a remote area, he probably wouldn't even be able to find the zither string.

Song Yiyan didn't believe that she really knew everything!

"Big Sis, you should play a song too. It's still early."

Song Qingyu looked at the crowd indifferently.

Everyone's eyes were fixated on Song Qingyu, eagerly waiting for his reply. It was as if Song Qingyu would give them a surprise.

"I won't." Song Qingyu's voice was soft and his breath was like orchids.

In a moment, everyone looked at Song Qingyu in disbelief and then revealed an expression of surprise as they started whispering. As the young miss of the Song Manor, she had to be proficient in all kinds of calligraphy and calligraphy.

It was too strange to say that he didn't know how to play the zither.

Medicine was something a doctor should learn, and tea was a small part of the upbuilding process. Even if he knew all of this, it wouldn't be enough to prove Song Qingyu's talent. The zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting were the standard for considering a woman.

The young masters and young masters of the noble clans, who were originally following Song Qingyu as an example, found it hard to accept Song Qingyu's words.

Mu Yu was secretly delighted in his heart, thinking that his bet was right!

"Big Sister A Yu, don't take it seriously. It's only logical that you haven't grown up here since you were young. If you did, we'd be surprised. Since Sister Yu dislikes the zither, do you know how to draw? "

Mu Yu continued making things difficult for him. Seeing Song Qingyu pursing his lips, he purposely reminded him, "Sister A'Yu, you can't possibly have yet to learn painting, right?"

Everyone was in an uproar.

"Sis of the Song Family, you will. If you don't learn well, we can exchange our experiences. There is no one who knows everything."

Song Qingyu shook his head gently, "I really don't know how to. I grew up in the countryside, so how could I possibly understand such things? If you want to know, my second sister has a natural talent, her zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting skills are all involved in this. "

The crowd was speechless, and they couldn't help but change their view of Song Qingyu. There was less respect in his eyes.

They whispered to each other.

"As a lady of a noble family, how can she not know anything?" If she knew some medical skills, it wasn't something she should learn. The young miss of the Song Family is truly strange. "

"That's right, I guess the second young miss of the Song Family is the victor. Otherwise, Prince Yu would not have mentioned marrying a concubine." After all, a woman didn't know anything and couldn't be considered a noble person. In the future, when we attend the palace banquet, we will lose face for King Yu and Madame Chen. "

At the entrance of the pavilion. Song Zhentian guided Yu Wang.

It turned out that because of the sound of the zither, King Yu had heard the discussions of the crowd and stood still, his expression growing more and more unsightly.

Song Zhentian respectfully stood to the side and wiped off his sweat as he intentionally changed the topic, "The stage has already been set up. King Yu, are you going to listen to the show?"

Song Zhentian's voice was not loud. Even though it was a humble tone, it was thick.

When the crowd heard King Yu, they immediately reacted.

He turned his head and saw that Zuo Linyu had indeed come. He hurriedly bowed in surprise. Even though he was in a hurry, he still maintained a uniform demeanor. "Greetings, Prince Yu."

Song Qingyu raised his eyes slightly as he glanced at the two people in front of him.

He nodded and bowed.

Zuo Ruyu was wearing an ink-black dress. He looked valiant and formidable, with an elegant demeanor. There was no need to be like an ordinary young master from an aristocratic family. As a prince, Zuo Linyu did not get angry and had her own prestige.

Zuo Linyu passed through the crowd. Everyone immediately dispersed. Song Yiyan took a quick glance at Zuo Linyu and lowered her head bashfully.

Mu Yu stood by Song Yiyan's side, feeling nervous. Another reason for her coming here was that she would often appear by his side, so that he would pay attention to her. She was afraid that after a while, Zuo Yuyu would forget about this cousin of his.

She waited for Zuo Linyu to arrive, but for a moment she forgot what to say the first sentence.

Inky black clothes flitted past them.

Song Yiyan's expression turned ugly.

Zuo Linyu walked over and stopped in front of Song Qingyu.

"This King has something to say to you."

"The stage is built for the prince, so it's better for the prince to go watch. I suddenly feel unwell. I can't watch the show with you, Your Highness, so I'll take my leave first. " Song Qing Yu bowed as he spoke.

At the moment she bowed, Zuo Linyu held her up, her voice and expression softening. "Why should we bow in front of each other?" You are not feeling well, go back and rest. "