Chapter 6927 The old ten is the enemy who kills his mother 163
Shura Shiye stood at the gate of Prince Rong's Mansion...
Look up.
There is a pair of copper animal rings on the vermilion gate of Prince Rong's Mansion, and above it is a crow-green stone base with the three characters "Prince Rong's Mansion" written on a black background and with gold edges.
The handwriting has gone through many years, but it has not been damaged at all. It is still black, black, and gold, brilliant and dazzling.
The front door was swept clean. When the two rows of guards saw Shura Shiye, they all saluted: "Greetings to my uncle."
Shura Shiye was so happy that he only had ten taels of silver left in his pocket. He took it out and threw it to the leader: "This is for you."
"Thank you, uncle." Everyone replied in unison.
Zu Chongliang nodded secretly in his heart. No matter how this new uncle was selected, at least in appearance, speech, behavior, and behavior, he was quite acceptable.
It's not like what he thought before, that the Junma of Prince Rong's Mansion was born into a homeless man from a small family, behaved in a filthy and petty manner, and couldn't get out of court.
At least with this appearance, it seems quite worthy of the eldest daughter of our family.
No matter which world, everyone has their own beauty control.
If you look in line with public aesthetics, you will get an advantage.
Shura Shiye went all the way to Yuan Wense's backyard without encountering a single annoying thing, nor did he meet any blind slave who came to make things difficult.
After all, with such good looks as Shura Shiye, even if she is really incompetent and can only be a male concubine, everyone thinks that Yuan Wense will be fascinated by beauty one day and will listen to his pillow style.
Therefore, it is better not to offend such a beauty.
Shura Shiye entered the backyard, and before anyone could see him, he heard the sound of a whistle.
Maybe it has something to do with the name. I like Yuan Wense more than playing the piano.
"Qin" and "harp" are two similar, but not the same, musical instruments.
The harp has seven strings, while the harp has twenty-five strings, and some have fifty strings.
This is often mentioned in ancient poems.
Li Shangyin once said in a poem, "There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of the past." This is what he was talking about.
The natural playing method of the zither is more complex, and the timbre is purer and sadder. It is more similar to the zheng in timbre, but the techniques are very different.
Qin is more pretentious and ethereal, and pays more attention to feeling and artistic conception.
The harp is more capable of dazzling skills and can express complex timbres.
Yuan Wense is no stranger to these two instruments, and has studied them in many worlds. Even if he is not a master, he is still at a proficient level.
She played this piece for a long time, her voice was high and intense, and it subtly harmonized with her mood.
Shura Shiye was leaning on a pillar on one side and listening. It was not until the original text was finished playing and a maid came forward to wipe her fingers with a towel that Shura Shiye stepped forward.
"Sese, are you looking for me?"
Yuan Wen hummed the lute and waved her hand, and Shura Shiye also sat on the floor close to her, sitting on the other end of the lute. He gently stroked the lute with his hand and played some scattered sounds.
Yuan Wense frowned and stretched out his hand to hold Shura Shiye's hand. His snow-white fingers pressed against the big dark hand, but the big strong hand shrank there very obediently and remained motionless, like a little black rabbit.
Yuan Wense let go of her hand, tilted her eyes and rolled her eyes at him, stood up, and lifted her skirt, sweeping over Shura Shiye's hands and shoulders, exuding a charming fragrance.
"Sese..." Shura Shiye's voice was a little aggrieved.
The original text said: "Do you know why I called you here today?"
Shura Shiye knew the current affairs very well and did not pretend to be stupid: "I know, I know."
Chapter completed!