Chapter 179
Compared to Xiao Jinglin's piercing magic sound, Ren Yaoqi's piano skills are needless to say.
She had been personally taught by her father since she was young. Third Master Ren was a gifted scholar proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, so her foundation was better than most. Later, she followed the talented Master Pei for ten years, receiving constant guidance and never neglecting these elegant pursuits.
Ren Yaoqi played a piece, and Mr. Zou couldn't help but praise her: "Miss Ren's piano skills are amazing."
Although Ren Yaoqi felt that Mr. Zou's praise of Xiao Jinglin made him feel that this gentleman's requirements were not very high, she still responded humbly.
However, Mr. Zou has been immersed in this skill for most of his life, so he has some real skills after all. He also patiently gave some pointers, which benefited Ren Yaoqi a lot.
Ren Yaoqi knew who the protagonist was today, so he only played one song and stopped playing, concentrating on being a sparring partner.
With Ren Yaoqi's company, Xiao Jinglin felt that learning the piano was not so difficult anymore.
She has always liked to wield swords and guns, and knows nothing about elegant things and has never liked them.
But that day, her second brother said to her, "Since you're interested in making friends with Miss Ren Wu, it's necessary to cultivate some common interests. Otherwise, when you sit together, won't you have nothing to talk about? Over time, this friendship will no longer be sustainable."
Xiao Jinglin thought about it and felt that what Xiao Jingxi said made some sense, so he really made up his mind to learn one or two things. He didn't seek to be proficient, just to avoid being confused when discussing it with his friends.
Nanny Xin, the most capable woman by the Princess of Yanbei's side, once said to her with a moved look on her face, "Second Young Master is truly remarkable. You asked him to persuade the Princess, and I didn't expect the Princess to actually listen."
Fortunately, Xiao Jinglin didn't hear this. Otherwise, the brother and sister would have been involved in another lawsuit.
The two practiced for most of the day, and Princess Yanbei came back. Seeing Xiao Jinglin's good attitude towards learning, she was very satisfied and was also very gentle to Ren Yaoqi.
However, Ren Yaoqi noticed that Princess Yanbei looked a little tired. He had just gone to the old princess's place. Thinking of the conflicts between the old princess and the Yanbei king's family, Ren Yaoqi couldn't help but think deeply.
Later, someone came to ask to see Princess Yanbei, so the princess went to the main hall to summon him, and asked Xiao Jinglin and Ren Yaoqi to continue practicing the piano in the side hall.
"Which song does the princess want to play at the Qianjin Banquet?" asked Mr. Zou.
Xiao Jinglin glanced at Mr. Zou, then looked at Ren Yaoqi: "Yaoqi, what do you think?"
Ren Yaoqi thought for a moment: "Which song has the princess practiced most proficiently?" Although they had not been exposed to each other very often, Ren Yaoqi still had some understanding of Xiao Jinglin. He knew that she certainly didn't know many songs, so she didn't have much room for choice.
"I can only finish playing the last song." Xiao Jinglin blinked, paused, and said.
Then why are you asking me? Ren Yaoqi was speechless.
Mr. Zou said calmly, "The princess can choose a piece she likes and practice it diligently in the next few days."
Xiao Jinglin frowned, feeling a bit bothered. "Then let's go with 'Pingsha Luoyan'. I learned it because I heard you play it last time and it was pretty good. I've been practicing it for quite some time."
Mr. Zou glanced at Xiao Jinglin without saying anything, but Ren Yaoqi saw a hint of helplessness and embarrassment in Mr. Zou's eyes.
Thinking of Xiao Jinglin's piano skills... Ren Yaoqi understood that Mr. Zou was gently reminding Xiao Jinglin that this piece was too difficult for her, and hoped that she could change to a simpler one so as not to fail to achieve the desired goal.
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