Rebirth of the Prime Minister's Wife

There were whispers all of a sudden.

Qin Zhaozhao seemed as if he hadn't heard anything.

She stopped and moved her fingertips. After slowly regaining a sense of familiarity, she began to pluck the strings.

Completely opposite to the situation just now, the sound of the piano leaked out like water, forming a lonely melody.

Everyone's breath was suffocated, as if they were in a vast desert, looking up at the swans and geese flying past against the setting sun, with only the rustling of the wind around them.

Empty, lonely.

Qin Zhaozhao hooked the string with his fingertips, twisting and turning, and sketched to everyone the image of the soldiers guarding the border under the calm wind and flat sand, looking at the flying sounds in the sky, and having the ambition to travel thousands of miles.

At this moment, the sound of the piano suddenly changed.

The rapid and noisy heartbeats trembled, the sinister images of the world in the song unfolded like a picture scroll, and the sadness and coldness of the people in the song seeped into the hearts of everyone.

After being noisy, it suddenly became as calm as water.

It shows the broad-mindedness of a scholar, and the continuous melody takes away all the exciting emotions just now.

The song ended, and there was silence.

Everyone went from contempt at first to amazement, shock, and envy now.

These eyes mixed with different emotions fell on the woman in the scene who looked like an immortal.

But Qin Zhaozhao was dissatisfied. He sighed, recalling several wrong notes in the song, and shook his head.

If you don't practice this piano often, it's really easy to get rusty.

The first point she made just now was that I was afraid that Mr. Qin Yi would slap her on the spot.

Mrs. Qing looked so excited that she actually stood up and waved to her.

"Girl, come on, come forward and let me take a look at you."

Qin Zhaozhao's heart skipped a beat.

Just now, her fingers touched the piano for the first time in a long time, as if it was the remaining instinct of her soul. The music naturally flowed out from her fingertips. She forgot herself for a moment, and now after playing, she suddenly realized a problem——

This song "Luoyan Pingsha" was something I was good at when I was a child when my mother was still alive.

It's not the Qin family of the Gu family, but her Qin Zhaozhao's biological mother.

In the whole of Yanjing, only two people can play this song to create the melody of Yan Luo's circling.

One is her mother, and the other is the master who taught her mother piano skills——

Mrs. Qing in front of me.

Qin Zhaozhao was secretly annoyed that he was too immersed in it and wondered if he had caused trouble.

After hearing the words, she hesitated for a while, then stepped forward and held Mrs. Qing's extended hand.

Mrs. Qing looked at Qin Zhaozhao carefully, her eyes were dim and she could not distinguish the face of the woman in front of her.

The look was so familiar that it was heart-stopping, yet a little strange at the same time.

"Child, who taught you this song?"

Qin Zhaozhao lowered his eyes, "I once met a woman in Chaisang. I accidentally heard her playing this piece of music and asked for advice."

There are some small details in this song that were originally created by Mrs. Qing, and only she can hear them.

The ordinary reasons must not be hidden from the people in front of him, so Qin Zhaozhao could only say ambiguous words and let Mrs. Gu guess.

The word 'Chaisang' was like a taboo, and it spread immediately, causing everyone to fall silent.

Mrs. Qing's hand paused and she murmured: "Chaisang..."

"Do you still remember that woman's face?"

Qin Zhaozhao paused unconsciously and said vaguely.

"He's only 17 years old, and he's born very well."

"So it is, so it is..."

Mrs. Qing closed her eyes to cover up the fleeting sadness in her eyes.

When she thought about it, the person in front of her might have seen the two children left behind by that person.

Qin Zhaozhao pursed his lips and said nothing.

Her mother died of illness when she was seven years old.

My mother's face has gradually become blurred as time goes by, and the only thing I remember is that she took the trouble to teach herself to play this piece of music over and over again.

Every year on his death anniversary, Qin Zhaozhao would unconsciously play this song to mourn his late mother.

Until the Qin family incident, she never touched Qin again.

Qin Zhaozhao was in poor health when he was a child. He was always kept in the house and taken good care of, and he rarely saw outsiders.

I only found out that Mrs. Qing was the master who taught my mother the folk art because of a chance encounter in the back garden of the Qin Mansion.

However, after her mother died of illness, the old lady gradually became estranged from the Qin family and stopped communicating with her.

She looked at Mrs. Qing and couldn't help but soften her voice.

"Is the old lady tired?"

Mrs. Qing nodded, "Recalling the old person makes me dizzy for a moment."

She sighed, but still held Qin Zhaozhao's hand.

"Good boy, you can figure out the meaning of the music just after being taught a few times. You seem to be talented."

"Are you willing to enter White Deer Academy?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole room was silent.

The women underneath were twisting their sleeve handkerchiefs, all showing unwillingness and disappointment.

Qin Zhaozhao's eyes moved, and she suppressed the surging emotions in her heart and smiled lightly.

"If you are lucky, you will naturally get it."

"well."

Mrs. Qing said two good words in a row.

"I will send someone to inform White Deer Academy. You should be ready to enroll when early spring comes."

Qin Zhaozhao saluted, "Thank you, madam."

"and many more!"

Someone suddenly interrupted, and Yu Wanyun stood up with a not so good look on her face, forcing a smile.

"Old madam, Yi'er is still painting, why don't you wait until she comes out before making a decision?"

When everyone heard what she said, they remembered that one person was still painting.

The scene suddenly became a little awkward. Those who had just applauded silenced their voices, and occasionally someone muttered.

"What kind of painting is there for this birthday banquet? It's so time-consuming and labor-intensive that it makes people wait for so long."

"The promised quarter of an hour has passed and you haven't seen anyone yet?"

"Are you bragging..."

There were a lot of whispers below.

Madam Qing glanced at Yu Wanyun and frowned slightly as she saw that Yu Wanyun would not give up until she achieved her goal.

"In that case, just wait for her to come out."

Saying this is just to save the Gu family's face.

Everyone was sharp-eyed. Seeing her still holding Qin Zhaozhao's hand, they made up their minds.

When Gu Yiyi ordered his servants to bring the painting out, he was not aware of the atmosphere in the scene.

She wondered why Qin Zhaozhao was standing next to Mrs. Qing, but she didn't think too much and turned sideways to show the colorful paintings behind her.

asked the prefect's wife.

"What kind of painting is this? It's so strange."

Gu Yiyi smiled and introduced, "This is a foreign painting. It is said to be created by people overseas. Unlike us who use ink to paint, they use a thing called lead, which can be used in different colors."

"This painting technique is also their original creation. I accidentally learned about it last year and was extremely interested in it. I copied it a little and learned it."

"Now it's just a matter of showing off one's self."

To be fair, Gu Yiyi's paintings really stand out among the crowd of chess, calligraphy and paintings.

But Qin Zhaozhao, who had touched people's hearts just now, impressed them deeply.

The emotion in the song and the meaning in the song cannot be compared to a painting that was copied briefly.

It is already clear who wins and who loses.

Gu Yiyi did not get the expected surprised expressions from everyone. Instead, she saw impatience on many people's faces, and she began to sense that something was wrong.

An uneasy feeling came to her heart, and she looked directly at Qin Zhaozhao in front of her based on her intuition.

Mrs. Qing could only be heard asking in a deep voice.

"I still reserve my opinion. Do you have any questions?"

The crowd shook their heads.

Gu Yiyi's hand shook, and she stared in disbelief, as if she knew what was going to happen next.

Mrs. Qing's words echoed simultaneously with her thought——

"Then the quota for Lao Jian will be handed over to the eldest lady of the Gu family."