"Whose family are you from?"
A woman in purple came down from upstairs.
Ye Qianning raised his eyes when he heard the voice. The woman in front of him was beautiful, with willow-shaped eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and attractive red lips. Her skin looked even whiter against the purple dress.
The woman was stunned when she saw Ye Qianning, with surprise hidden in her phoenix eyes.
She was a beautiful woman with a cool expression and a shocking beauty that made her heart skip a beat.
Footsteps were heard from behind. Dong'er walked downstairs and was startled when she saw the woman downstairs. Then she said, "Sister Nishang, this is the girl who was with the co-owner last time."
Nichang suddenly came back to her senses, but the surprise in her eyes had not yet faded.
Ye Qianning nodded and smiled at her, then went upstairs holding up her skirt.
Ying Yuan, dressed in black, followed behind him, looking out of place and making people very wary.
Nichang subconsciously leaned towards the stairs and watched the two people walk past her. She stared at the back without looking away for a long time, and her fingers slowly stroked her cheek.
She originally thought that her beauty was unmatched in the capital, and was hailed as the most beautiful woman by many nobles in the capital.
In front of this woman's appearance, she felt like she was nothing...
"Sister Nishang, look at Madam An." Dong'er said in surprise.
Nichang also saw it. Madam An, who was usually serious and stern, now came forward with a smile, bowed and nodded to welcome the person upstairs.
"Who is she?"
Dong'er shook her head: "I don't know, but the abbot treats her very well. And a few days ago I saw the abbot and the second abbot cooking together. I heard Xiaoying made it for a girl."
Nichang was even more incredulous when she heard this. The owner of the monastery held a very high position in her heart, and the art of playing the zither was what she longed for, so she joined the Siyinfang.
For two years, she had been trying to gain the approval of the abbot, but the abbot treated her the same as the other ordinary women he recruited and never treated her any differently.
A little girl who just came here out of nowhere, and the two abbots actually cooked for her personally?
Thinking of this, she felt a little dissatisfied and turned to walk upstairs.
"Sister Nishang, where are you going? It's almost too late."
"Go tell the people at the Sun residence that I'm not feeling well today and will teach Miss Sun another day."
"Sister Nishang, if you don't go to the abbot, you'll have to explain..."
Dong'er chased for a few steps, and seeing that Nichang was determined to leave, she jumped a few times in a hurry and walked downstairs with a frown on her face.
upstairs.
Madam An respectfully welcomed Ye Qianning to the top floor and personally poured him a cup of tea.
"Young Master, the two Masters have been summoned to the palace by the Queen today."
"Does Siyinfang have close ties with the palace?"
Ye Qianning did not sit down, but went around to the inner room, took out the clothes that his aunt had prepared earlier from the closet, and started changing.
Even holding an umbrella couldn't block much rain when going out. The lower half of my skirt was almost soaked, and the hem was a little muddy with rain splashing on it.
Madam An stood at the table calmly. "In the past, whenever there were banquets in the palace or distinguished guests who needed music played by the qin, the imperial palace would send people to the Siyinfang to select performers. Yesterday, we received news that envoys from various countries would be coming to pay their respects to the Loushan priests. The palace needs to prepare for the banquet in advance, and the qin and music players must also be arranged in advance to prepare for any unforeseen circumstances."
Ye Qianning also received the news that Dong Yi came to negotiate, Xi Yan came as a priest from Loushan, and it was estimated that they would arrive in Bei Li in about a month, and Nan Yuan was just there to make up the numbers.
Fearing that the three kingdoms would unite and harm Nanyuan, he immediately sent someone to deliver a letter of accusation upon learning of Xiyan's arrival.
Although Nanyuan is not the impoverished little country it was in the past, it is still feared by others. Nanyuan's land and sea are the largest among the four countries, comparable to the size of Beili.
There are almost no mountains. If the mountains are full of fruit trees, Nanyuan will jump up.
It’s a pity that the seeds Ye Qianning prepared back then were only enough for planting within Nanyuan City, and did not even occupy one-third of Nanyuan’s area.
When the fruits and vegetables were ripe, Nanyuan had a lot of seedlings cultivated, but none of them grew.
Even the trees currently growing require subsequent nutrition, which Ye Qianning has not yet done.
It can also be said that before they had time to do anything, the situation in Dayu City appeared in Nanyuan, and they pushed the Gu family out.
Why.
Ye Qianning sighed slightly. It was hard to tell whether human nature was good or evil, so he would have to wait and see about the issue of the Nanyuan fruit trees.
After getting dressed, she walked out of the inner room and caught a glimpse of a zither in the room.
"Young Master, please let me know if you need anything." Madam An's eyes lit up again, and she secretly sighed that there was almost no one in the world who could be as beautiful as the Young Master.
"good."
"I'll withdraw first."
Madam An bowed and walked out the door.
Ye Qianning reached out and touched the guqin, and plucked it a few times with his slender fingers, making a sound. It was a good guqin.
It is not easy for my aunt to build Siyinfang to such a reputation in just a few years.
Being able to frequently enter the palace and organize music events is not something that ordinary people can do.
There are independent music houses and dancers in the palace, but the palace only looks for people from the Siyinfang, which is enough to show the ability of the Siyinfang.
Thinking of this, Ye Qianning walked to the desk, sat down, and took out the rice paper.
Siyinfang is in charge of the palace's piano music. Ordinary songs cannot be used. Only unique songs can highlight Siyinfang's capabilities.
Ye Qianning pondered for a while before slowly picking up the pen and writing the notes on the rice paper.
The song I wrote when I was a child has now become a famous song. People of refined taste in the four countries often play it. I even heard someone playing it when I passed by a city on my way to the capital.
However, the playing level is a bit poor.
Si Yin Fang is the hard work of my aunt, so naturally she contributed something to this building to raise the fame of Si Yin Fang to a higher level.
Ye Qianning doesn't like soft music very much. She prefers the kind of music that is grand, shocking, and inspiring. Her writing is strong and powerful, and she will unconsciously use more force when writing to the high point of the syllable.
"Miss Nishang, you can't come in."
"Aunt An, I just saw a girl go in."
"Miss Nishang, the owner of the abbey has a rule that no one in the abbey is allowed to enter the top floor." Madam An's voice turned cold.
Nishang was standing on the top floor stairs and was stopped by Madam An. Her eyes fell on the room where the black-clad guards were standing at the door.
She waited downstairs for a while but no one came up, which made her even more curious.
"Miss Nishang, please." Madam An chased the person away.
"Aunt An, who was that woman just now? Why was she able to go to the top floor?" Nishang did not move.
"It's none of your business to ask who it is. Miss Nishang, please don't break the rules of Siyinfang."
"Aunt An..."
Ye Qianning heard the noise outside and paused writing without raising his head: "Yingge, please invite them in."
After about a minute, the door of the room was opened.
It was Nichang's first time going to the top floor. She glanced around and her eyes fell on the figure behind the screen, and her steps were stunned for a moment.
"Miss, what do you want to see me for?"
Before Nichang could figure out how to start, the other party asked first.
"I just saw the girl coming upstairs and I became a little curious about her." Nichang's voice was soft and very pleasant.
"What are you curious about?"
"The abbot never allows anyone to go to the top floor, but the girl can go there without any obstruction. I'm curious about the relationship between the girl and the abbot." Nishang vaguely saw the figure inside through the screen.
It seemed as if he had never raised his eyes.
"Has anyone ever told you that curiosity kills the cat?" Ye Qianning glanced casually, lowered his head and wrote, "You must have been in the capital for a long time. You are so reckless. If it were someone else, they would probably lose their head if they spoke so bluntly."
Nichang's beautiful face turned pale, but she was still a little unwilling to accept it: "I know this is reckless, but I have been in Siminfang for a few years and have never seen anyone so familiar with the owner."
Ye Qianning raised his head this time and looked through the screen: "Do you care?"
"kindness."
"Why?"
"I want to take the master as my teacher."
Nichang did not hide it.
"So you suspect I'm the master's apprentice?" Ye Qianning said, lowering her head and dropping her pen onto the rice paper. Upon hearing the other party's response, she said softly, "I'm not."
Nichang breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that.
Although very good musicians also teach the art of playing the instrument, they do not teach it personally. Who would be willing to teach all their skills to others?
The first time she heard the master's piano playing, she vowed to become her disciple. Later, she entered Siyinfang. The master did not accept her as a disciple, but she did not leave.
She always believed that one day the abbot would agree to accept her as his apprentice. Many zither masters would only accept one apprentice to succeed them.
As long as the abbot doesn't accept a disciple, she still has a chance, so the women who have always been close to the abbot are very vigilant, fearing that someone else will get there first.
"Who is that girl?"
"I happened to have a musical score in my hand, and I wanted to exchange it for money."
Ye Qianning did not want to reveal her relationship with Si Yinfang, and it was not the time to make her aunt's identity public.
"Music sheet music?"
"Well, Miss Nishang, are you interested in taking a look?"
"May I?"
"kindness."
Nichang got the affirmation and walked around the screen to see Ye Qianning. She lowered her head, and even her profile was stunningly beautiful.
His astonished gaze fell on the rice paper where she was writing with the brush.
I was indeed curious about the song she was talking about.
She walked forward a few steps and came to Ye Qianning's side, looking at the rice paper, which was densely covered with piano music. The more she read, the more surprised she looked, and the more excited and thrilled she became.
She could almost feel the shock brought by the song without even playing it.
Seeing her write the positions and staring closely at every note she wrote, the feeling of waiting was also exciting and shocking.
For someone who loves musical instruments, the most torturous thing is to stop listening to a piece halfway through. She stared at the rice paper and saw that the half-box of brushes she was holding had not fallen down. Nichang looked up expectantly and suspiciously.
"Why don't you continue, girl?"
Ye Qianning stared at the music score as if thinking.
Seeing this, Nichang didn't dare to say anything more and waited quietly. She knew very well that the most taboo thing when creating was to be disturbed, and she felt a little regretful for her action of insisting on barging in just now.
If she hadn't interrupted, the song would not have been interrupted.
She admired the little girl in front of her from the bottom of her heart. She felt ashamed of herself for having achieved such high accomplishments at such a young age.
"Miss, what do you think the next tone should be?" Ye Qianning suddenly asked.
Nichang was stunned for a moment, then became nervous and ashamed: "The first half of your song is already a masterpiece, how dare Nichang embarrass herself."
It's not a compliment, it's a fact and a sincere statement.
"Miss, you are too modest. I trust the top musician at Siyinfang, and the following sentence is indeed not to my liking."
"Does the girl have a tone for the next sentence?"
"Yes, but I think there's something wrong." Ye Qianning took out a blank piece of rice paper, and the next string of notes fell.
If you savor the connection between Nichang and the above, the music is coherent, but compared to the shock of the previous sentence, the next sentence seems a little less impressive.
In fact, most people cannot hear it continuously, and people who are not listening to the music cannot hear it either.
"It's not very good, and I can't find the syllables to convert for the time being." Ye Qianning was a little distressed.
When Nishang heard this, she knew that Ye Qianning was a person who pursued perfection. This song can now be said to be perfect, and her dissatisfaction is the pursuit of excellence.
She understood that people who were obsessed with qin could not tolerate any flaws in their works.
He hummed a rhythm softly, over and over again, picked up a brush and wrote something on a piece of rice paper, then crossed it out and started writing again.
The most troubling part for Ye Qianning in the entire piece was the turning point, and he was not satisfied with how to fill it out.
About an hour or two later, the ground was covered with rice paper balls, and Yingge brought in a new stack of rice paper.
It seemed like a long time had passed.
"Girl, see if this works."
Nishang handed over a string of musical notes made with her own blood.
Ye Qianning put down his pen and looked sideways. It was very strange to play it alone. If he played the first and second halves of the song together, the turning points could be connected steadily.
Nichang repeated the main part of the song over and over in her mind. After repeating it many times, she looked at Ye Qianning, who had been silent, and felt a little nervous.
"May I?"
Ye Qianning read it a few more times and only replaced one note, then said with satisfaction: "Very good."
When Nichang saw where she had replaced the notes, she hummed softly a few times, and her eyes lit up instantly: "The girl's attainments are truly high."
"Miss Nichang is also amazing. This part of the song puzzled me for a long time. Miss Nichang added a twist that made the song more vivid."
The "long time" Ye Qianning mentioned was probably only about a cup of tea.
"No, no, the girl's accomplishments are incomparable to Nishang's."
"Miss Nishang, there's no need to be like this. It's all thanks to you that the song ended."
Nichang was terrified: "It's just a short paragraph, how dare Nichang take credit for it."
"Miss Nishang is from Siyinfang. If she becomes famous, Siyinfang will also benefit from it." Ye Qianning pushed the complete song in front of her.
Nishang was stunned: "What do you mean, young lady?"
"This song was originally intended for Siyinfang, and Miss Nichang also wrote some of it, so the song naturally belongs to her."
"You...you want to give me this song?"
"Um."
"But...I..."
Nichang was shocked and incoherent. She was indeed moved by the music of such a masterpiece, but she knew that composing music was not easy, and such a masterpiece could not be created overnight.
She only wrote a dozen notes, how could she be worthy of this?
"I just said that you are from Si Yin Fang. If you become famous, Si Yin Fang will also become famous."
Nishang looked at her steadily: "But if you play this piece of music, the effect will be better than mine."
Ye Qianning smiled with a hint of helplessness: "My elders at home are very strict and don't allow me to be too ostentatious, so I came to Siyinfang to sell my music."
Nichang has been in the capital for so long and is very good at judging people. It is obvious that Ye Qianning is not an ordinary person. Her family must have a lot of etiquette, and not many ladies from wealthy families would show up in public.
What's more, the beautiful woman in front of him is indeed too flashy.
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