Guqin becomes a beauty

Rong Zun smiled and said, "Understood, you can keep Qin."

Jin Jing looked at Qin, "You just ask for a price, as long as you can repair the Qin, it doesn't matter how much it is."

Cheng Lian passed by and glanced at him, "Hey, isn't it too expensive now?"

"Cheng Lian." Rong Zun opened his mouth, seeing the young man pursed his lips awkwardly, couldn't help laughing, and patted his shoulder, "It's okay, you can go to class."

After Jin Jing walked away step by step and turned her head three times, the room became quiet.The black lacquered guqin on the table flashed, and the boy in black fell in front of everyone, staggering a little with his left foot. Luqi hurried forward to help him, but he lightly pushed him aside, and shook his head lightly, signaling that there was no need.

The bell looked at him curiously, and Rong Zun introduced him, "This is Tang Qin Chunlei, built by the Lei family in the middle of Shu. Although it was built later than you, Luqi and the others are used to calling him brother."

"Brother Chunlei." Hao Zhong blinked his big innocent eyes and called out sweetly.

Chunlei nodded at him and smiled slightly.

"How did you feel during the time you were with him?" Rong Zun asked him to sit on the chair.

Chun Lei didn't reply for a long time, Rong Zun waited for a while and saw that there was no movement, turned around and saw that the solid back of the boy in black was slightly bent, looking silent and fragile.

He sighed lightly and didn't ask any more questions.With gauze and iodine in hand, he walked to Chunlei and leaned down slightly. While pulling up his trousers, he said softly, "I'm not very good at bandaging. In the past, my Qin was obedient and not very naughty when I was young." I get hurt often. Let me wrap it up for you first, and I will restore the shape of the piano in a while, and I will take a good look at it."

"...Okay." Chunlei responded in a low voice.Regardless of whether Rong Zun's hands were strong or not, he never frowned from the beginning to the end of applying the medicine, as if it wasn't his leg.

After the wound was healed, he said again, "Thank you, my lord."

Chun Lei's figure was tall and strong, but Rong Zun still patted his head naturally, "Go, take a rest and you'll be fine."

Chunlei raised his head slightly, under the palm of Rong Zun, the illusion dissipated, and turned into a black lacquered guqin again.

Rong Zun's hand slid to the broken part of its tail, caressed it gently, and said in a warm voice: "Two strings are broken, the crack is not very big, fortunately, I can mend it with the sycamore wood tomorrow."

During dinner at night, Cheng Lian asked, "Master, do you need to ask Ah Chun to come out for dinner?"

Rong Zun looked at the Chunlei Qin quietly parked on the shelf, and shook his head lightly, "Forget it, let him rest. The state of the piano body is the most natural and comfortable state for him, which is conducive to the cultivation of the wound. Take care Get a good night's sleep, and when it's repaired tomorrow, it won't hurt so much."

"Yes, Master."

Before going to bed at night, Rong Zun came to the backyard and stood in front of the plane tree.He raised his hand lightly, and under the night light, bright spots appeared, dancing on the branches, playful and light, Rong Zun reached out and broke off a branch, and countless bright lights danced and concentrated on his hands.He took the branch and went back into the house.

The next day, when Rong Zun was about to start repairing work, Cheng Lian found a set of tools for him and put them on the table, "Master, these are commonly used by modern Guqin masters, please see if you can handle them smoothly."

Lu Qi and Hao Zhong are curiously gathered around, waiting to see Rong Zun repairing the piano.

Rong Zun glanced at the set of tools, then threw it aside, took an ordinary knife from his Qiankun bag, and carefully measured the size on Chun Leiqin.He was very serious when he was repairing the piano, his deer eyes were slightly narrowed, his eyes were clear, and every movement was calm and beautiful, making people unable to look away.

Seeing his skillful movements, Hao Zhong couldn't help asking: "My lord, how many violins have you made?"

"It's too many to count." Rong Zun didn't lift his head.

"Wow, what about your violins?"

"It's all given away." Rong Zun smiled lightly, freeing up a hand to cover the loose hair behind his ears, and said in a casual tone, "Those are all chopped up for fun, if someone likes them, just give them away gone."

Cheng Lian smiled, "Why didn't you send Xingwei?"

Rong Zun raised his eyebrows and hummed: "How can it be done? How much effort did I spend making him? After cutting so many violins, I kept this one for myself. How can I give it away at will... Besides Now, Xingwei is the best piano in the world, who is more suitable than me to have him?"

"Yes yes yes, your piano is the most precious, absolutely unparalleled in the world." Cheng Lian just coaxed him with a smile, raised his eyes, and paused, "...Minister Ling? When did you come?"

The smile on Rong Zun's lips was not yet closed, he raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw a tall man standing at the door, with his back to the light, his whole body seemed to be gilded with gold, standing there, he couldn't tell what his expression was .

Rong Zun narrowed his eyes slightly, and tilted his head to look, still holding a knife in his hand.

After a long time, Ling Xingwei strode in, his face was silent without emotion, he stared at his fingertips and asked, "What is Master Rong doing?"

Rong Zun smiled faintly, "I repaired the piano, it was broken by a child." As he spoke, his white and slender fingertips lightly plucked the freshly-worn strings, and the rich and full sound overflowed, which made him let out an admiration. "Look, this is Chunlei, isn't it beautiful?"

"Tsk." Ling Xingwei raised his chin proudly, showing a "mediocre" expression.

Staring at him again, "Didn't you just say that you own the best piano in the world? Why, now you look good at others again?"

"Oh, yes." Rong Zun sighed, and touched Chunlei's body back and forth with his fingers, "But he's gone, maybe he won't come back again, and I'm not allowed to touch other pianos to satisfy my greed ?"

When he raised his eyes, he saw the person in front of him staring at him with red eyes, and the word "liar" was in his eyes!Rong Zun's eyes widened with his tearful appearance, and he looked back innocently.

Ling Xing did not hold back the flesh in his palm, and finally resisted the urge to strangle this man, took a deep breath to build up his emotions, and said with a straight face: "Tang Qin Chunlei, Lei Wei, the most of the nine thunders in Sichuan The most proud work in my life, seeing it today, it is really good."

"Yes!" Cheng Lian answered excitedly, "It is said in the book that Chunlei was once treasured by the 'Wanqin Hall' specially set up by Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty. Above. Jin Zhangzong loved it so much that he not only named it "the No. [-] Qin in the Yufu", but also kept it with him, never leaving it."

"Wanyan Jing is romantic by nature, he only loves beauties and qin music, and the arrival of Chunlei naturally makes him unable to put it down." Ling Xingwei said indifferently.

Speaking of this, Rong Zun felt the piano under his hands vibrate slightly.

Ling Xingwei looked at the piano on the table, with a cold expression, "Because I loved it so much, when Zhang Zong died, he was killed with his arms, and the famous Qin Chunlei was buried deep in the ground, and he didn't come back until 18 years later. Man, is it an Aegean? Or is it just to satisfy one's own selfish desires?"

Before the words were finished, the black mist in Rong Zun's hands flickered, and Chun Lei appeared in front of everyone dragging his injured leg, his whole body tensed up, staring at Ling Xingwei like a warning, his voice hoarse, "You are not allowed to say that about him."

Ling Xingwei snorted coldly, raised his chin, "It's none of my business."

Rong Zun looked at the two of them, feeling that one or the other was bothering him, first he gave Ling Xingwei a wink - being ignored, he had to turn to Chunlei again, and patted his head, "Go back soon, I It’s not finished yet, don’t make trouble.”

Chunlei and Ling Xingwei looked at each other coldly for a while, and then returned to the piano shape again.

Rong Zun heaved a sigh of relief, while bowing his head and continuing to mend the piano, he couldn't help complaining, "Minister, aren't you too young? What are you doing talking so much to a child?"

Ling Xing gave him a sideways glance and didn't say anything.

"Minister Ling came here today, what's the matter?" Cheng Lian hurriedly served tea and changed the subject.

Ling Xing didn't straighten his body, beckoned the workers outside, and said to Rong Zun expressionlessly: "The ancient building complex is routinely maintained. The room you live in has been around for a long time, and it is a key protection object. It is indispensable on weekdays." Come fix it."

"That……"

"Don't worry, they'll handle it themselves."

Rong Zun watched a group of people enter the backyard, and followed them in with some anxiety. He saw that they had come to the door of his room skillfully, picked up the thing and began to beat.

He pulled a worker over and asked, "Excuse me, what are you doing?"

"Oh, what I'm doing now is reinforcement for rain and lightning protection, and I'll reinstall the soundproofing materials later. These are old buildings, so they can't be touched, and it's troublesome to install them!"

Rong Zun was stunned when he heard this, then he frowned and smiled again.

After hearing this, Cheng Lian was very happy, "Okay, then you all have worked hard to pretend. Stay for lunch!"

He turned back to Rong Zun and said, "That's great, Master, I'm worried that the rainy season will soon come, and the poor sound insulation of the houses here will affect your rest. This will solve the big problem!"

Rong Zun smiled with satisfaction on his face.

As a generation of high gods in ancient times, what Rong Zun hated most was thunder.In the early days, his good friend Leishen was there, and the thunders were light and quiet; later, Leishen fell in the battle between the ancient gods and demons, and the new Leishen no longer had any scruples.

Rong Zun has a good face, outsiders only know that he doesn't like thunder, but they don't know the truth - he is afraid of thunder.

The power of nature is protected by the way of heaven. Although the sound of thunderstorm and wind can be blocked from the outside with an enchantment, the sound cannot be resisted.

At that time, Ling Xing didn't say that he wanted to intercede with the new Thunder God, but was stopped by Rong Zun. He had no choice but to do it himself, and reinforced many layers outside the house for him, which could somewhat block some noises.

Whenever there was thunder, Rong Zun would lock himself in the house, and later he allowed Ling Xingwei to enter the house.Ru Chenglian and the others only thought that Xingwei still liked to cling to Rong Zun after he grew up, but they didn't know the real situation inside.

Thinking of the past, Rong Zun looked at the thin but high-quality boards carried by the workers—for the first time, he felt that living in this era is not bad.

"Master, will Minister Ling stay at noon?" Cheng Lian asked aloud, counting how many people were preparing meals.

His voice was not low, and the man in suit and leather shoes standing not far away didn't move, put his hands in his trouser pockets and deliberately didn't look here, but his chin and neck formed an arrogant arc.

When Rong Zun was in a good mood, he smiled and replied without thinking: "You all stay here, what is there to ask? You just need to prepare more."

"Good master."

When Cheng Lian left, he saw that the minister seemed to have relaxed again, pretending that he had just arrived, and walked up to Rong Zun, "Just leave it to the workers here, Mr. Rong should come out first."

The air during construction was not very good, Rong Zun covered his nose, and obediently followed back to the front.

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