It was late autumn, the weather was getting colder and colder, and as the night passed, leaves fell in the courtyard again. Autumn is wide, and even the wind is dry and cool.
The maid was sweeping the fallen leaves outside, and when she sat indoors, she could hear the stiff sound of the bamboo broom scratching the ground. The thin leaves of the chrysanthemum had been beaten into a thick black-green by the autumn frost. The maid rubbed her hands and walked quickly through the verandah.
Mrs. Li was having breakfast, she covered her mouth with a veil and asked, "Where is Si Niang?"
The expressions on the faces of the maids serving around were a little subtle. Midori Qi knelt by the table, and while helping Li Shi serve dishes, he said, "Miss Si was late practicing the piano last night, and I'm afraid she will wake up a little later today."
The qin is different from the harp, the sound of the qin is clear and distant, it is for self-entertainment, but no matter how faint the sound of the qin is, people in the same courtyard can always hear it. Yu Qingya practiced the piano very late last night, in fact, everyone in the big house knew about it.
Now that Mrs. Li raised this matter, everyone was a little embarrassed. Because Yu Qingya's practice yesterday...was really, not very good. Even if Midorisaki wanted to praise with his eyes closed, he couldn't find an entry point for praise.
Yu Qingya stuttered, her pitch was very serious, and from time to time there would be a sharp and piercing sound of wrong strings. To be fair to Midorisaki, it was quite torturous to listen to, especially when something seemed to be smashing in Yu Qingya's room behind her. sound.
Usually, in order to please Mrs. Li, the maids would close their eyes and make hype no matter what they said as long as they talked about Miss Fourth, but today when Midori Qi mentioned the matter of playing the piano, there were no maids and maids in the room to speak up.
There was an embarrassing silence in the room, and Midorisaki secretly complained that he had no brains, why he didn't open which pot and which pot he carried. She was thinking of saying something to change the subject, when she heard a greeting from outside the house: "Fourth lady."
Yu Qingya opened the curtain and entered the room with a gloomy face, and looked very impatient. Now all the maidservants were even more afraid to touch the mold, they all shut their mouths tightly and lowered their eyes to look at the floor.
Even Mrs. Li felt that Yu Qingya didn't look like that, after breakfast, Mrs. Li called Yu Qingya to stop, and took the initiative to bring up what happened last night: "Si Niang, what were you doing yesterday, why did I listen to you practicing the piano for half the night? "
It's okay not to mention it, but Yu Qingya's expression became even uglier when this matter was brought up. She was full of ambition when she got the score, but after practicing a line, she found that the reality was too different from her imagination. Many people have piano scores, but how many can be played well? Yu Qingya found that she still took it for granted, thinking that as long as she had the piano score, she could replace Yu Qingjia. But now, the first draft of the famous song passed down by later generations was placed in front of her eyes, but Yu Qingya couldn't even play two lines coherently.
Yu Qingya's complexion was very bad, and she wanted to curse again. What was Yu Qingjia thinking when compiling the score? Is this for someone to play? When playing the piano, the fingers are extremely uncomfortable, it is just how awkward it is, and in many cases, the **** jumps so much that it is impossible to complete it in one go. This is just the beginning, Yu Qingya glanced roughly at the piano score behind, and found that the techniques behind it became more and more complicated.
Mrs. Li's words can be said to have stepped on Yu Qingya's pain point. Seeing that Yu Qingya didn't speak, Mrs. Li could only ask again: "It's so good, what are you doing practicing the piano? Laojun is getting old and doesn't like these pianos. They think they are too noisy. If you practice this, I'm afraid it will be useless to Laojun."
Yu Qingya was annoyed when she heard these words, she said in a bad tone, "Qin is a gentleman's pleasure, who said it was played for Laojun? Could it be that I can't do other things besides please Laojun?"
Li's face froze, and he quickly looked around at the maidservants. Lu Qi and the others hurriedly lowered their heads, pretending that they hadn't heard anything. Only then was Li satisfied, and turned to stare at Yu Qingya: "What are you talking about? Although music, chess, calligraphy and painting cultivate sentiment, it's just icing on the cake Things, the most important thing for a woman is to take care of the housework and be virtuous. Women don’t have to be eloquent, they don’t have to be beautiful, they don’t have to concentrate on spinning, and they don’t make jokes. Husband's respect. Playing entertaining people, even dancing in person, this is the work of a low-class dancer, even concubines don't bother to do such things."
Mrs. Li's words are very directional. Mrs. Yu is good at rhythm, good at singing and dancing, especially lively and intelligent. Even though Mrs. Yu has passed away for so many years, Mrs. Li still can't pass this hurdle. I don't know who to convince.
Yu Qingya has long been tired of listening to it. Even if this is her mother, Yu Qingya can't bear Li Shi's resentment. After staying with Li Shi for a long time, no matter who you are, you will feel depressed, as if your life is full of bad luck. Deep down in Yu Qingya's heart, she was blaming Li Shi. It was because Li Shi always said such blaming things in front of her that Yu Qingya made a wrong step in her previous life and lived her marriage like Li Shi. After systematically pointing her out, Yu Qingya suddenly realized how stupid she was in her previous life, and how naive and stupid she was to cling to the so-called decent family, not talking, laughing or fighting for favor.
Yu Qingya made up her mind to start a new life, and the first thing she had to do was to get rid of the prejudice imposed on her by Li Shi. Maybe the system is right, music is art, how could it be played by lowly people?
Yu Qingya responded perfunctorily, stood up and walked out after not sitting for a long time. Mrs. Li saw her daughter's absent-mindedness. She looked at Yu Qingya's back, and couldn't help wiping her tears again: "Mothers are all paying off the debts of the previous life. She doesn't like preaching, but who can understand my heart?" Bitter? This is my life..."
When Yu Qingya returned to her room, her mood unknowingly became depressed again. Sometimes she really hated the mother's influence on her daughter. Yu Qingya suddenly thought, Yu Shi is lively and smart, knowing and understanding, why her mother only complains? Yu Qingya was taken aback by her own thoughts, and quickly suppressed it.
Yu Qingya dismissed all the maids, and almost instinctively asked the system for help. In just four months, Yu Qingya has gotten used to asking the system first for everything, and only after the system gives an analysis can Yu Qingya start to do it. Yu Qingya asked: "System, King Yingchuan will hold a banquet tomorrow, and I haven't even practiced the opening chapter of Changhong Qu well, what should I do tomorrow?"
In fact, it will be more than a year before the actual release of Changhong Qu in the previous life. Yu Qingya can practice it slowly, but Yu Qingya is afraid that the night will be long and dreamy. Yu Qingjia has already written the prototype of the Changhong song, if she plays it out of a sudden whim one day, then Yu Qingya's plan will be wiped out. Therefore, Yu Qingya could only use the fastest speed to publish the Changhong song first. And tomorrow King Yingchuan's banquet will be grand and full of celebrities, which is the best opportunity.
Yu Qingya's musical talent is really mediocre, and she can practice a piece of music in a day, even Changhong, which is famous for its eerie and gorgeous... The system also thinks it is impossible. The system was silent for a while, as if exchanging messages with someone, and finally said to Yu Qingya: "I don't have a database of Guqin notation, so I can't recognize Guqin music, you might as well translate it into numbered notation, and open your nerve center when you play tomorrow." Authorize, I will help you complete the performance."
The host resolutely refused, even the system couldn't do anything about it. After a while, the system said again: "There is a kind of nerve drug in the plane store called 'Music Prodigy'. After taking it for 24 hours, that is, within 12 hours, the reflex between the brain and fingers is in a state of high excitement. , even a child who has just learned music, can immediately challenge difficult tracks after taking it, hence the name 'music prodigy'."
"What's the meaning?"
"In the words of your plane, as long as you know which string to press and how to play, your fingers will be able to make corresponding movements immediately. After taking this medicine, you don't need to practice specially, as long as you can imagine it in your mind. , the fingers can keep up with all the movements."
Any musical instrument requires years of practice. There must be a difference between practicing the piano for ten years and practicing the piano for one year. The difference lies in the memory of the body. In many cases, you know it clearly in your mind, but you can't keep up with your actions, because the memory of your fingers is not familiar enough. Only when you are proficient enough, so proficient that you can complete the next movement with your fingers without thinking about it, can you really play this piece of music. But now, Yu Qingya no longer needs a lot of practice, and the medicine will help her build up her reflexes.
This sounded like a good and even heaven-defying drug, but Yu Qingya obviously paused for a while, and didn't immediately agree. Even though she has a half-knowledge of many vocabulary in the system, some new words can be guessed roughly by relying on words. Nerve medicine, or a medicine with such a significant effect, how much damage will it do to the brain after taking it?
Yu Qingya remained silent, the system knew what she was thinking, and didn't urge her right away, with an attitude of "I'll stop talking if I want to buy it or not". Yu Qingya struggled for a long time, but in the end she couldn't resist the ready-made temptation. In tomorrow's big occasion, it is hard to tell how many famous families and young talents will be there. If she can become famous at the banquet and attract everyone's attention, it will be such an honor. And as long as her reputation is publicized, in the future, when she becomes the queen of a country and the mother of the world, will she still worry about not being able to find good medicinal materials to nourish her slowly? Yu Qingya finally gritted her teeth and said, "Okay. How many points do you need?"
All medical items are extremely expensive in the system store, and when Yu Qingya heard the system's quotation, she almost lost her composure and shouted out. With nearly a thousand points, she only spent fifty or sixty on one mission. If she bought this drug, then all the missions accumulated by Yu Qingya since she got the system, as well as the novice gift pack and original points that she was determined to never move, would be exhausted. do. This also means that if Yu Qingya can't earn points as soon as possible, then she will have no more resources to mobilize, and the system's plug-in exists in name only.
Moreover, Mr. Yu's pain-relieving medicine could not be stopped every day, which was like a usury on Yu Qingya's head. On weekdays, she is overwhelmed by Laojun's drug expenses. If her account is cleared, if something happens, the consequences will be disastrous.
Yu Qingya was in a dilemma, she couldn't make up her mind for a long time, she wanted to be famous, and she also wanted to feel safe. The system waited patiently for a while, and urged again: "Host, have you made up your mind? The number of 'Music Prodigy' is limited. If you don't make up your mind, the store will run out of stock."
Yu Qingya's forehead twitched when she was urged, she felt like a gambler, the more afraid she was, the more she gambled her entire fortune: "Okay, I'll buy it."
These days are getting colder and colder, Yu Qingjia leaned on the couch after getting up, the sun was shining on her warmly, Yu Qingjia yawned, she didn't want to move anymore, she just wanted to lie down.
When Murong Yan came in and saw Yu Qingjia yawning again, he was very disgusted: "Don't you feel uncomfortable when you lie down all day?"
"No, it's so comfortable to lie down." Yu Qingjia didn't like sports very much. The last time Yu Wenjun sent her to shoot arrows, it almost killed Yu Qingjia. No one cares about her now, Yu Qingjia can nest in one place all day without moving. In contrast, Murong Yan lived more like a young man.
Just when Murong Yan came over, Yu Qingjia stayed on the other side to search for things: "I thought about it after I came back, and I think it would be better to deal with yesterday's score..." Yu Qingjia originally mentioned it casually, but flipping through it, her His face gradually turned cold.
No need to ask, Murong Yan already knew what was wrong. In fact, he didn't care, it was just a score written by hand, but Yu Qingjia was very upset.
It had her and Murong Yan's handwriting on it, and now it was stolen by the silver bottle and fell into Yu Qingya's hands, Yu Qingjia felt very uncomfortable for some reason. With a sullen face, she stepped out of the yard: "Where's the silver bottle?"
Yin Ping was hiding, when she suddenly heard her name, she shook out: "Miss, slave is here."
Yu Qingjia was too lazy to talk to Yin Ping, so she asked directly: "Have you been to my study?"
"Yes. The servant washed the vase and dusted off the books..."
"Then my piano score, it seems that I lost it after you?"
Hearing the word "Qin Score", Yin Ping obviously hesitated a bit: "Servant..."
"You are getting more and more courageous. It turns out that I have underestimated you." Yin Ping was wondering what Yu Qingjia was referring to when she heard Yu Qingjia's voice suddenly sinking, and Frost instantly deceived others: "Kneel down .”
"Miss Six..."
"Since you have a lot of forgetfulness, I'll give you a long memory. You don't need to pick a place, just kneel here. Whenever you remember where you left the score, come back and talk to me."