"Yes, yes, sister Lian'er is right."
"Sisters, as for the identity of this person, we can just ask your husband directly when we have time."
Wenren Yunshu picked up a piece of rice paper and looked at it roughly, then looked towards Ren Qingxin with a smile.
"Sister Xin'er, if my sister's prediction is correct, the instruments used in the music score you composed should include guzheng, Yaoqin, flute, and dongxiao, right?"
Ren Qingxin immediately stood up, smiled slightly and nodded at Wenren Yunshu.
"Yeah, yeah, sister Yunshu, you are right."
"Besides these four musical instruments, are there any other musical instruments?"
"No, just these four musical instruments."
Wenren Yunshu smiled sweetly, gently put the rice paper back on the table, and turned to look at Murong Shan who was diagonally opposite.
"Sister Shan, you play the dongxiao very well, and my little sister's dongxiao is also pretty good.
Liu Mingzhi raised his head and drank a few sips of wine, then turned around and looked at the two beauties beside him.
Our stinky husband is also here.
Most of a day ago.
"There is a way to eliminate this feeling, so it's only on the brow, but on the bottom of your heart.
Hou Zhenyi was playing the piano with his bare hands, and his beautiful eyes turned to look in the direction of someone's study with limited longing.
Who in the clouds sent me a brocade book with the word "goose"..."
"Sisters, you are too bad at playing the flute. The only instrument you know is the pipa, which is still wrong."
Among the clouds, the music is melodious, and the beautiful lady's music is sweet.
I’ll leave the flute to you and sister Ying’er.”
"Yes, yes, yes, Sister Rongrong, please memorize the content of the poems and poems first, but not the tunes yet. Sister, you go outside the room to get the Yao Qin and come back."
"Hey, Yun'er?"
"Sister, sister, please bring me tea and a tray with pastries, preserves and the like."
Murong Shan stood up gracefully, turned her neck with a smile and looked around at the sisters beside her.
"Yes, what my sister said is wrong. Do you blame it? The blame is that he is too busy.
Qi Yun took a few sips of the wine with a smile and glanced at Liu Xiaoduo again with a strange look in her eyes.
Two bad wives, for your husband you are waiting for bad news about them."
The breeze is gentle and the sun is setting in the sky.
Although there is an instrument that he is proficient in, he cannot accompany you to sing and compose the lyrics."
Seeing this situation, Yayuan and Qi Yun sisters looked at each other with helpless expressions and could only accompany them silently.
"Hahaha, the body is up to oneself, the body is up to oneself!"
Before the emperor, the eighth princess and the sisters left one after another, Yun Daxi walked directly towards the seven sisters Ren Qingxin and Yun Qingshi.
"Just what you want."
Under the roof, there is a gentle breeze.
Such inferior masterpieces can only be produced by special people."
Gusu Weier waved her hands with a smile and directly planned Ren Qingxin's words.
"Sister Rongrong, yes, the sisters are willing to be with him..."
Then, the flute sounded.
"Sister, it's too stuffy outside the room, let's go outside the yard.
"Sisters, I'll leave the guzheng, yaoqin, and flute matters to you. We'll see you later."
When I saw my husband, I was drinking wine silently. My eyes were dark and simple, staring at the courtyard where melodious singing was coming from the rear right. The beautiful woman took off the wine bag on her waist with a smile.
"Keke, sister Rongrong, he can be bad if he understands."
Gusu Weier raised her head and looked at the rice paper outside her hand, a look of doubt flashing in her pretty eyes.
This is the time of awareness and awakening, and the time is approaching noon.
"It's bad, sister knows."
"Sister Rongrong?"
"..."
Yayuan stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked the drink at the corner of her lips, then glanced narrowly at Qi Yun.
Mo Rongrong picked up a few pieces of rice paper under the table and put them outside her sleeves, then picked up the tray under the table.
"Is it your sister's fault? Or is he too busy?"
"Are we going outside the room? Or should we go outside the courtyard?"
"Sister, this is wrong.
Sisters Bizhu and Lingyi went to a restaurant and were also at home.
In an instant, the melodious and heart-tugging sounds of music echoed in the quiet Yunshu environment.
In the end, the Yaoqin and the Guzheng competed to sing in harmony.
"Ahem, cough...Sister Ya, Yun'er, let's drink and listen to music."
Mo Rongrong said no more, holding up her skirt, she walked quickly towards her boudoir.
Some of the beauties present are smiling, but the melody of your singing also contains a hint of sadness.
"Great, let's go back to the room to get Xiao first?"
"Hey, Sister Wei'er?"
His voice is so bad. Isn't it a pity that he sings and composes songs with you?"
The emperor strummed the strings of the piano heavily, and the sweet sound of the piano suddenly rang out in the quiet Yunshu environment.
Liu Xiaoduo nodded slightly and stretched lazily.
"Sister Yan'er, can we two sisters play the piano?"
"Hahaha, drink and listen to music."
"Hey, let's go."
Liu Xiaoduo, Qi Yun, Hou Zhen and his wife were sitting side by side.
Did he really just go over and sit down and have a cup of tea?"
"has a problem."
You remember that the next time we sisters played the piano and played music together, it was probably around August last year.
Before Liu Mingzhi took a breath of wine, he pursed his lips toward Yun Shu's courtyard at the rear right, and casually raised the wine bag and sent it out of his mouth.
"Sister Wei'er, sister Qingshi, shall we eight play the guzheng?"
Who in the clouds sent me a brocade book? When the wild goose came back, the moon was full on the west tower.
"What? Husband, say it again."
"You're broken too."
Whether the two of them go to Yunshu, where Qingxin girl lives, or to attend to other lunch matters, is up to the sisters themselves.
"see you later."
"We sisters, it hasn't been a long time since we got together to play the harp and play music. The harp and harp were singing in harmony."
The seven sisters, Hou Zhen and Qi Yashan, looked at each other with smiles on their faces and took the lead in raising the flute outside their hands and placing it on their lips.
"It's almost noon, and it's time for the sisters to rest."
"Hey, bad guy, let him go."
To be continued...