No string is better than strings—

Fuxi smiled and said, "Sister, have you noticed that the strings of Fuxi's zither have been dropped?"

Qingge was surprised, then sat down gracefully, with legs overlapping, holding hands on her knees, and looking at Fuxi leisurely, "That's true, come and tell your opinion."

Although Fuxi is not old, Qingge does not treat him as a child.

The first thing he did when he came to Ye Mansion was to ask Ye Wuhen to send someone to invite Yun Yuexia and Shi Yin from Qingshi Town. She believed that Yun Yuexia and the other two would be interested in Fu Xi's talent in the field of divination.

Fuxi naturally climbed on Qingge's legs and sat in Qingge's arms. "People in the world think that a zither without strings is a useless zither. However, the ancient zither who created the Fuxi zither went through thousands of mountains and rivers and had no gains. Later, the zither was disappointed and left the Fuxi zither idle. After the zither's death, his descendants accidentally found the Fuxi zither in the warehouse and cut the tendons of the deer into strings and placed it on. Unfortunately, ordinary zithers are difficult to play the Fuxi zither's posture. Therefore, Fuxi zither is idle again. The zither holder who needs Fuxi zither can resonate with the spiritual and soul of Fuxi zither."

Qingge was surprised and Fu Xi's words were the only one who could resonate with Fu Xiqin for thousands of years?

Ye Qingcheng played Fuxi's piano with her own eyes. Her demeanor was unattainable. Even if the country was so beautiful, it was hard to describe her appearance.

"The tendons of the elk?" Qingge raised his eyebrows.

"The tendons of the deer just happen to be able to fit on the Fuxi piano. For a piano like Fuxi, what material configurations of strings can match it?"

Fuxi sneered and said, "I think the guqin master who created the Fuxi Qin was simple-minded and dazed. He was stubborn. After the death of the zither, a zither master held the zither and killed people, becoming the god of killing in the ancient century. However, the zither held by this zither had no strings."

Hearing this, Qingge also understood what Fu Xi meant. He wanted Ye Qingcheng to try to control the piano without strings.

This sounds like a fantasy, and Ye Qingcheng also frowned slightly, but Qingge was eager to try it out. Once he broke through an unreachable area, it would be truly powerful.

That night, two young and two young people came to the yard of Fengyue Pavilion.

Ye Qingcheng was wearing a snow-white long gown, holding the Fuxi Qin without strings in his arms.

She stood in the middle of the flowers in early spring, concentrating her energy, and placed her slender fingers in the empty place where the strings were originally covered, Ye Qingcheng closed her eyes and tried to play them, but there was no sound!

Ye Qingcheng looked at the piano in his hand and felt that playing the piano without strings was very funny.

However, Ye Qingcheng seemed to have tried his best to get along with Fuxi Qin, and his fingers kept tugging Fuxi Qin, who had nothing, and stood in the faint wind, with his clothes fluttering.

"Look at her, she looks like an idiot." Fu Xi said.

Qingge punched the guy who was neither big nor small in the head.

Fuxi rubbed the raised bag on her head and looked at Qingge with grievance.

Qingge and the other two sat on the stone chair outside the yard. Ye Qingcheng stood in the cold wind, his fingers stiff and repeated the piano playing.

At noon the next day, Qingge found something was wrong.

Ye Qingcheng's current state is already crazy, and he seems to have kept his current state without any sound.

Light song embarrassing!

When the servant came to tell Qingge that she was about to have lunch, Qingge coughed dryly and walked to Ye Qingcheng, "Cough... that, Qingcheng, it's time to eat, and if you get hungry, your chest will be gone."

Ye Qingcheng seemed to have not heard Qingge's words, and his fingers kept plucking the stringless piano.

Qingge then lured, "Eat first, and we will come back after dinner, okay?"

Ye Qingcheng didn't speak.

There was no choice but Qingge and Fuxi had to hold two bowls of white rice in a frustration, squatting not far from Ye Qingcheng, gnawing at big mouths.

Fuxi turned his head, his eyes full of tears, and looked at Qingge with great grievance, "I want to eat meat."

Qingge hit his head with chopsticks, "It would be nice if there is white rice."

Fuxi ate white rice with tears in his eyes.

When Beihuang came, she saw Qingge and Fuxi looking at each other, and she couldn't help laughing. A dispensable smile finally appeared on her dull face.

He asked Ye Qingcheng what was wrong, and Qingge told the truth.

Beihuang asked the servant for a bowl of rice and walked towards Ye Qingcheng. He picked up some rice with chopsticks and placed it on Ye Qingcheng's lips. Ye Qingcheng didn't move, as if he was intoxicated in his own world.

Beihuang was not anxious, smiled slightly, leaned against Ye Qingcheng's ear, and blew. Ye Qingcheng was shocked and glared at Beihuang angrily.

Beihuang smiled without saying a word, and suddenly took a bite on Ye Qingcheng's smooth and delicate earlobe.

Ye Qingcheng was angry and opened his mouth and was about to curse, but Bei Huang stuffed the rice in and said ambiguously: "The future is long, and the piano can be practiced at any time. If my body is broken, I will feel distressed."

Ye Qingcheng frowned, put down the piano, snatched the bowl from Beihuang with an expressionless face, and then practiced the piano.

Beihuang smiled.

If Ye Qingcheng looked at Beihuang, he would find that the man's eyes were full of doting.

Beihuang took the bowls and chopsticks and ambiguously wiped off the rice grains from Ye Qingcheng's mouth, and then ate them with Ye Qingcheng's ghost expression...

Falled...

It's...

Ye Qingcheng's eyes became colder.

Beihuang smiled and left with a cool smile after handing over the bowls and chopsticks to the slave.

Qingge covered Fuxi's eyes as early as Beihuang approached Ye Qingcheng, and kept silently reciting the rudeness of the 18 forbidden things, and the like!

Fuxi struggled for a long time before she got rid of Qingge's claws, but the play had ended and Beihuang had already walked away.

After that, Ye Qingcheng practiced the piano day and night, and did not stop the song. However, when it was time to dinner, he brought the food to Fengyue Pavilion for Ye Qingcheng to eat. Ye Qingcheng refused to rely on it. Ye Qingcheng was not allowed to threaten Beihuang, and he had to rely on it even if he did not rely on it.

Whenever this happens, Qingge will laugh like a fox.

Fu Xi looked at Qingge's treacherous appearance and felt like she was on the pirate ship.

Finally, a month later!

Midnight, Fu Xi was drowsy on the stone table, Qingge closed his eyes and practiced cross-leggedly, firming the twelve level of the innate who had just broken through and the mental power of the chaotic disaster.

Zheng--

A voice passed through her eardrums.

As if she knew something, Qingge suddenly opened her eyes, full of joy, blessed her heart, and was sincerely happy.

She looked at the night with a smile. Under the cold moonlight, the woman's face was cold. She held the piano in one hand and played the piano without strings in the other hand. The sound of the piano gathered into beads at its fingertips, and penetrated into flowing water.

Sound waves cover the entire night palace!

People who are already asleep, those who are sleeping soundly and suffer from insomnia, are also trapped in dreams.

This is not like music, but rather like peace of mind soup!

She succeeded!

Qingge stood up and smiled.

Ye Qingcheng stopped playing the piano, walked towards Qingge, and said, "The piano you gave was not ruined by me."
Chapter completed!