() Wang Wei was very familiar with the pear garden. In a peaceful atmosphere, he came to the ancient pavilion in the pear garden. There was a guqin placed in the pavilion. There were several leaves blown down by the wind. Although it was

The leaves have fallen, but their beauty has returned to the earth, all things have revived, and the breeze that no longer has the chill is blowing. The oppression lingering in Wang Wei's heart is gradually letting go. The living have passed away, and it is time to mourn and accept the changes.

He walked up to the guqin and gently touched the body with the exquisite patterns engraved on it. Feeling the touch of the fine texture, the memories and experiences about the guqin in his soul emerged. The originally unfamiliar guqin became a mystery to him.

I am very confident that I can play skillfully.

It's a pity that Wang Wei's guqin skills have not yet been mastered. Otherwise, after merging his soul, Wang Wei would be able to receive the guqin skills more easily. But at this time, Wang Wei was only seventeen years old, and his qin skills could reach the middle or lower level. Among his peers,

It's already very good.

Nowadays, although the imperial examination system has been developed in the Tang Dynasty, the previous nine-grade Zhongzheng system still has residues in other aspects. For example, in poetry and piano skills, they are still divided into upper-grade, upper-middle-grade, upper-lower, middle-upper-grade, and middle-middle-grade.

, middle-low grade, lower-upper grade, lower-middle grade, lower-low grade, these nine grades.

However, such a classification system is not formal, because the more famous a person is, the higher his rank will be. Hype is a very useful method in any era. But with such a classification, it can make those who are interested in

People who know a little about poetry, Guqin, etc. can clearly distinguish who has a higher level.

After stroking it for a moment, Wang Wei was reminiscing about his memory, but he discovered with some confusion that this guqin was not his collection, because his guqin was left in Chang'an, and Wang Wei, who came back in a hurry for the funeral, had no intention of taking it with him.

My own guqin.

Like a child given an interesting toy, Wang Wei simply put aside his doubts and just sat in front of the piano. He felt itchy and couldn't help but start playing.

As his fingertips flowed, the pleasant sound of the piano was like a clear spring. His relaxed mood after relieving his depression seemed to be integrated into the sound of the piano, and that skillful and smooth feeling made him feel extremely comfortable and happy. At the same time, he also had a kind of

It was an extra surprise. After all, he was completely music-impaired in his previous life. Now, not only was he proficient in piano skills, but his ears could even catch every note easily.

At this time, Wang Wei had an absolute sense of music.

Listening to the music he played, Wang Wei felt at peace, and the expression on his face became calmer and softer, and his comfortable and elegant manners were vivid and vivid. His profound family cultivation for more than ten years made him very much like an ancient aristocrat.

The style of a noble family.

The blue sky, white clouds, breeze, pear blossoms, ancient pavilion and the noble man playing the piano in the pavilion, such a harmonious and beautiful scene will make every girl who sees this scene intoxicated.

It's a pity that the pear blossoms haven't bloomed yet. If the flowers bloom, the breeze blows, and the piano is played in the environment of dancing pear blossoms. Such an elegant and beautiful scene will make people yearn for it even more.

Wang Fei leaned against a pear tree, smelling the faint fragrance. She held a green leaf in her slender and white hands, and glanced in the direction of the ancient pavilion with an unintentional look. Admiration, attachment, and adoration flashed in her eyes.

Waiting for all kinds of emotions, no one would have thought that a thirteen-year-old girl would have so many unreasonable thoughts.

However, Wang Fei's expression did not change at all, because next to her, there was a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. The clothes she wore were different from the skirts and skirts that girls liked to wear in this era, but the workmanship was extremely fine.

The exquisite pure white Hanfu has exquisite gold-edged patterns on the cuffs, collar and other details. It is extremely difficult to spot it without looking carefully. Perhaps this is the so-called low-key gorgeousness.

Judging from the girl's elegant behavior, she is obviously from a wealthy family. She has a beautiful oval face, picturesque eyebrows, and delicate facial features. Her dark and bright eyes exude the light of knowledge, and they are clear but do not appear innocent.

Ignorance, her skin is very shiny, smooth and fair, and it must feel good to the touch.

Even Wang Fei, who has always been confident about his appearance, felt ashamed when facing this beautiful girl. She was so pure and beautiful, just like she was sitting on the grass with a volume of books.

The quiet and elegant temperament when reading quietly is so moving.

The girl's long hair is casually draped over her shoulders, without even a single decoration on it, which is simply incompatible with the fashion at this time. Which woman in the Tang Dynasty didn't like to dress herself up with jewels and make her look rich? For plump women,

Appreciation is a kind of worship of wealth.

But the slender girl in front of her, although her status must be very high, seems to not care at all. This is the heritage of the aristocratic family.

She has been immersed in books for a long time, and the leaves that fell on her shoulders but were not brushed away are excellent proof. But Wang Fei knew clearly that Cousin Cui had a slight physical discomfort at the moment the sound of her brother's piano sounded.

The trembling sound, the originally peaceful look, became more relaxed with the music, and even the corners of the lips evoked a hint of a smile.

The girl's name is Cui Yingluo, and she is the biological niece of Wang Wei's mother Cui. Her father and Cui are biological siblings. In other words, Cui Yingluo is a cousin who is two years younger than Wang Wei. Her identity is

The direct noble daughter of the Bolingcui family, even the princesses of the Tang Dynasty, cannot compare with her noble bloodline.

The relationship between her and Wang Wei has almost been decided internally by the Cui and Wang families. Just seeing that the name "Yingluo" comes from the "Vimalakirti Sutra", we can know that she and Wang Wei are really destined.

If Li Bai, who was the same age as Wang Wei at this time, had already written the poem "Changgan Xing" - Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums, he must have used "childhood plums and bamboo horses" to describe the relationship between Cui Yingluo and Wang Wei.

It's just right.

In ancient times, marriage between cousins ​​was almost a common phenomenon, especially among high-ranking families. This was obviously conducive to strengthening the alliance between aristocratic families.

However, it is a pity that the engagement between Cui Yingluo and Wang Wei was interrupted by the death of Wang Wei's father, Wang Chulian. Such twists and turns are undoubtedly frustrating.

After hearing that Wang Wei was heartbroken and ill due to the death of his father, Cui Yingluo, who had always been quiet and calm, couldn't help but feel worried. She couldn't help but come here to visit Wang Wei, who had a deep relationship with her. This undoubtedly had a great impact on her reputation. After all,

She is already fifteen, not a child who can do as she pleases.

But Cui Yingluo still did this. Under her calm and beautiful appearance, she also had a fiery heart. Since she had identified the man who had been talented since childhood, there was no need to change it - even if she was actually right.

I have no interest in so-called poetry, guqin and other elegant things.

And that incomparably hot heart is not for men - just look at the book "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" in her hand.

She just likes Wang Wei's generous and gentle temperament, and it is better to marry a man she has known since childhood than to marry a strange man. Besides, although Wang Wei is not proficient in arithmetic, he can still do it.

If it were any other man who could talk to her, he would probably not know how to answer her questions that were obviously simple but actually had infinite mysteries.

Why is the sky blue? Why do pears fall when they are ripe? Why is there a rainbow after it rains, etc.

Cui Yingluo felt a sense of accomplishment when she thought of the scene in which Wang Wei, who had boasted of being an expert in poetry, lyrics and songs since childhood, had difficulty answering these questions.

She raised her head slightly and looked towards the direction of the ancient pavilion. The soft sunlight poured into her flawless cheeks from the gaps in the woods. She squinted her eyes to see more clearly, but her crescent-shaped eyes were

It makes her more innocent and charming.

Taking in the scene of Wang Wei playing the piano, his free and easy movements gave her another reason to marry Wang Wei, that is, this man is very eye-catching. His appearance, temperament, and talent are all the best choices. For Cui

For a beautiful girl like Yingluo, power and money have no attraction at all - the generous dowry she received when she got married was enough to last a lifetime.

Perhaps the only thing missing between the two is the so-called love at first sight. The two childhood sweethearts are so familiar with each other. If they get married, they will probably directly enter the ranks of an old husband and wife. Even the seven-year itch will not be there.

It won't exist, because they have grown up together since childhood and have spent more than seven years together.

Moreover, Wang Wei's mother Cui is her biological aunt. As her future mother-in-law, Cui's character is exactly what Cui Yingluo wants. The cold-hearted Cui will not let anything happen to her because of trivial things.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law fight, they are devoted to the Tao, and they forget their feelings, how free and easy they are.

Probably the only thing that gave Cui Yingluo a headache was the smiling sister-in-law in front of her. She had to admit that although Wang Fei was only thirteen years old, her body looked petite and exquisite, and she had no flavor of a mature woman, but her pair of

The charming red phoenix eyes can convey a style that does not match the age. This is an attractive green apple, and the taste of it will give people unexpected surprises.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Cui Yingluo felt that the cousin she had grown up with was somewhat repelled and disgusted by her, but she could not find any evidence.

Being able to reach such a conclusion is entirely based on a woman's intuition, but she, who has always advocated rationality, quickly abandoned this reason. She always likes to speak with facts.

When Wang Wei's song ended, Cui Yingluo closed the book, stood up, narrowed her eyes, and said to Wang Fei: "Fei Fei, I feel relieved when I see that he has fully recovered. I'll leave first."

Cui Yingluo's voice is as sweet as a wind chime, and her tone is even more light, which makes people feel that she seems to be inhumane. But her eyes that curve into crescents when she smiles make her appear approachable.

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Chapter completed!