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    It was late autumn, and the weather was getting colder and colder. After one night, the courtyard was covered with fallen leaves again.  The autumn days are sparse and the wind is dry and cool.

    The mother-in-law was sweeping the fallen leaves outside. Sitting indoors, she could hear the stiff sound of the bamboo broom scratching on the ground. The thin leaves of the chrysanthemum had been beaten into a thick black-green color by the autumn frost. The maid rubbed her hands and walked quickly through the corridor.

    Mrs. Li was having breakfast. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief and asked, "Where is Si Niang?"

    The expressions on the faces of the maids serving around her suddenly became a little subtle. Midoriqi knelt beside the table and helped Li lay the dishes while saying, "Miss Fourth practiced the piano late last night. I'm afraid she will have to get up a little later today."

    The qin is different from the harp. The sound of the qin is clear and distant, which is for self-entertainment. However, no matter how faint the sound is, people in the same courtyard can always hear it.  In fact, everyone in the courtyard knew that Yu Qingya practiced the piano very late last night.

    Now that Mr. Li has raised this matter, everyone is a little embarrassed.  Because Yu Qingya's practice yesterday was really not very good.  Even if Midoriqi wanted to praise with his eyes closed, he couldn't find a starting point for praise.

    Yu Qingya played stutteringly and was very out of tune. From time to time, there would be sharp and harsh sounds of wrong strings. To be honest, Midoriqi said, it was quite torturous to listen to, especially since there seemed to be people smashing things in Yu Qingya's room at the back.  sound.

    Usually, in order to please Mrs. Li, the maids would close their eyes and make a fuss about anything no matter what the fourth lady was, but today when Midoriqi mentioned playing the piano, not a single one of the maids and maids in the room spoke to her.

    There was an awkward silence in the room. Midoriqi secretly complained that he had no brains and why he didn't open any pot.  Just as she was thinking about what to say to change the subject, she heard a greeting coming from outside the house: "Fourth Lady."

    Yu Qingya opened the curtain and entered the room with a gloomy face, looking very impatient.  Now all the maids were more and more afraid of getting into trouble. They all kept their mouths shut and lowered their eyes to look at the floor.

    Even Mrs. Li felt that Yu Qingya didn't look good. After breakfast, Mrs. Li stopped Yu Qingya and took the initiative to mention what happened last night: "Siniang, 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. Yu Qingya¡¯s face turned even darker when she mentioned this matter.  She was very satisfied when she got the piano score, but after practicing one line, she found that the reality was very different from her imagination.  Many people have collections of piano scores, but how many can play them well?  Yu Qingya found that she still took it for granted, thinking that as long as she had the music score, she could replace Yu Qingjia.  But now, the first draft of a famous song that will be praised by future generations is placed in front of her, but Yu Qingya can't even play two lines coherently.

    Yu Qingya looked very unhappy and wanted to curse again.  What was Yu Qingjia thinking when he compiled the score? Is it meant to be played by others?  My fingers are extremely uncomfortable when I play the piano. It's so awkward and awkward. In many cases, the fingering jumps are so big that I can't complete it in one go.  This was just the beginning. Yu Qingya glanced at the music score at the back and found that the techniques behind it were getting more and more complicated.

    Li's words touched Yu Qingya's pain point. Seeing that Yu Qingya didn't speak, Li could only ask again: "Good Duan Duan, what are you doing practicing the piano? Lao Jun is old and doesn't like these pianos. They are too noisy.  . If you practice this, I¡¯m afraid it won¡¯t be useful to Laojun.¡±

    Yu Qingya was upset when she heard these words. She said in a bad tone, "The piano is a gentleman's pleasure. Who said it is just for Lao Jun? Could it be that besides pleasing Lao Jun, I can't do anything else?"

    Mrs. Li's expression froze and she quickly looked at the maids around her.  Lu Qi and others quickly lowered their heads and pretended not to hear anything. Li was satisfied and turned around to glare at Yu Qingya: "What are you talking about? Although playing, chess, calligraphy and painting cultivate sentiment, it is just the icing on the cake.  Toy, the most important thing for a woman is to take care of the housework and be eloquent and virtuous. Women don¡¯t have to be eloquent or have beautiful colors. They should concentrate on weaving and don¡¯t laugh. This is what a woman from a serious family should do in order to win the favor of her mother-in-law.  Respect from your husband. Playing music to entertain people, or even dancing yourself. This is what a low-level dancer does. Even a concubine would not bother to do such a thing."

    The direction of Mrs. Li's words is very obvious. Mrs. Yu is good at music, good at singing and dancing, and is especially lively and intelligent. Even though Mrs. Yu has been dead for so many years, Mrs. Li still can't get over this hurdle. She has to talk about it every time she educates her juniors.  I don¡¯t know who I want to convince.

    Yu Qingya has long been tired of hearing this. Even if this is her mother, Yu Qingya can't stand Li's resentment.  After staying with Mr. Li 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 her heart, Yu Qingya actually complained about Mr. Li. It was because Mr. Li always said such blaming words in front of her that in her previous life, Yu Qingya made one mistake and made her marriage look like Mr. Li.  After being taught by the system, Yu Qingya suddenly realized how stupid she was in her previous life.Jun's pain-relieving medicine can't be stopped every day, which is like a loan shark weighing on Yu Qingya's head.  On weekdays, she was overwhelmed by Laojun's drug expenses. If her account was cleared, if something happened, the consequences would be disastrous.

    Yu Qingya was in a dilemma, unable to make up her mind. She wanted to be famous, but she also wanted a sense of security.  The system waited patiently for a moment and urged again: "Host, have you made up your mind? The number of 'Music Prodigies' is limited. If you don't decide, the inventory in the store will be gone."

    Yu Qingya¡¯s forehead twitched at the urging. She felt like a gambler. The more scared she became, the more she bet all her wealth on it: ¡°Okay, I¡¯ll buy it.¡±

    It has been getting colder and colder these days. After Yu Qingjia got up, she leaned on the couch. The sun shone warmly on her body. Yu Qingjia yawned. She didn't want to move anymore and just wanted to lie down.

    When Murong Yan came in and saw Yu Qingjia huddled up in a ball and yawning again, he was very disgusted: "Lying down all day, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

    "No, it's so comfortable lying down." Yu Qingjia didn't like sports very much. The last time Yu Wenjun sent her to archery, it almost cost Yu Qingjia her life.  Now no one cares about her, Yu Qingjia can stay in one place all day without moving.  In comparison, Murong Yan lived more like a young man.

    Just as Murong Yan came over, Yu Qingjia stayed down and went to the other side to look for something: "I thought about it after I came back, and I think it would be better to deal with the music score yesterday" Yu Qingjia mentioned it casually, but as she flipped through it, she  His face gradually turned cold.

    No need to ask, Murong Yan already knew what was going on.  In fact, he didn't care, it was just a score written casually, but Yu Qingjia was very unhappy.

    There were the handwritings of her and Murong Yan on it. Now it was stolen by the silver bottle and fell into the hands of Yu Qingya. For some reason, Yu Qingjia felt very uncomfortable.  She calmly walked out of the yard: "Where is the silver bottle?"

    Yin Ping was taking a break when she suddenly heard her name, and she came out: "Miss, I'm here."

    Yu Qingjia was too lazy to talk to Yin Ping, so she asked directly: "Have you been to my study?"

    "Yes. This slave has washed the vase and removed the dust on the bookshelves"

    "Then it seems that my piano score was lost after you?"

    Hearing the word "qin score", Yin Ping obviously hesitated: "Slave"

    "You are getting more and more courageous. It turns out that I underestimated you." Yin Ping was wondering what Yu Qingjia was referring to when he heard Yu Qingjia's voice suddenly dropped. In an instant, Shi Fangshuang deceived others: "Kneel down.  ."

    "Miss Sixth"

    "Since you are forgetful, I will give you a long memory. You don't have to pick a place, just kneel here. Whenever you remember where you left the music score, come back and talk to me again." (Remember.  Website address: www.hlnovel.com
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