(MTL)The girl who wears a book is very salty

Chapter 023

Chapter 023

    Feng Bei Jue and the little emperor reminisced about the old days, An Shu was happy and leisurely, it was clear that only a day and a night had passed since Feng Bei Jue woke up, but An Shu felt the long-lost looseness.

    "Miss, this mangy dog ​​won't leave in front of our door. Did the guard Qin call someone to take it away?"

    Yesterday, the dog that licked the poisonous porridge finally survived after struggling all night. The east wing where An Shu lived was shivering on the threshold.

    An Shu probed and looked at it, "It doesn't seem to be getting better, our ear yard is deserted, let the guards take it to the ear yard temporarily, give it some food, and let it go out when it's healthy. Where does love go?"

    "My servant knows." Tao Cai carefully stepped over the dog and asked Qin Xun to call someone to deal with it.

    Looking at the beautiful flowers in the courtyard, An Shu waved to Cuizhu, "Put my violin on it, the scenery is very good, I want to play a song."

    "Okay lady."

    Cuizhu was the servant girl who had been serving the original owner. Having heard the original master play the piano, and hearing An Shu play the piano for the first time, Cuizhu's jaw dropped.

    An Shuxuan was about to cry and told Cuizhu that she was in the potion that time, and it resisted the effect of the medicine in cold water, so she injured her muscles and collaterals, and she could no longer play the piano like before. She could only practice hard to see if she could recover the past. One or two percent.

    Cuizhu didn't dare to mention it again, because when she mentioned this, the young lady was so heartbroken that she was about to cry. She was full of guilt. state.

    An Shu bent his knees and sat down, his jacket and skirt fell to the ground, and played the song "Plum Blossoms".

    No wrong syllables, but still a little jerky.

    A lot of practice should be able to be quite satisfactory, in case of emergency.

    If she is forced to put ducks on the shelves in the future, as long as she can play some famous songs fluently, others will definitely regard her as regressing in her piano skills.

    The lingering sound fades away, Anshu is relaxed and happy, and playing the piano can really cultivate sentiment and make people calm.

    "The progress is still good."

    Feng Beijue's black clothes were wide-sleeved, and the big cloak was blowing in the wind, and he slowly stepped on the snow, and he no longer needed help.

    An Shu got up, "Could it be that the prince has heard the concubine play the qin? Otherwise, how can you improve?"

    Feng Beijue looked at An Shu, "Who often plays in front of this king's bed?"

    "You...you are not in a coma. Aren't you awake?"

    An Shu smiled awkwardly. When she first practiced the piano, she always sent everyone away, brought "Beginners Knowing the Piano", and went to practice in front of King Zhenbei's bed.

    Because no one dared to set foot there, no matter how badly she played, almost no one would see her.

    "This king can hear it, maybe this king can wake up, thanks to the sound of the princess's magic voice." Feng Beijue leaned over and plucked the strings and said half-truth.