The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 1511: Xia Wan’er Chapter 19

Chapter 1511 Xia Wan'er Chapter 19

To sum up, Xia Wan'er has not touched these elegant things in six or seven years. At first touch, she felt a little unreal.

I tried the timbre with just a few fingers, and found some familiarity.

This violin feels very good, and there are no problems such as anti-finger hitting. It can be seen that the owner also pays great attention to maintenance, and the strings are just soft.

How about a good song?

Xia Wan'er thought about it for a while, but the script didn't say what song Yan Mumu played. But what can be known is that the background is to see, Liu Xixi, granddaughter of Liu Taifu, has been ill since she accidentally fell into the water half a year ago.

Yan Mumu and Liu Xixi were close friends in their boudoir, and they felt very distressed about her, so they made an appointment with her to come and play the piano for her every three days, and chat with her through her door to relieve fatigue.

From the date Liu Xixi agreed, Yan Mumu persisted for ten months until the male protagonist Liu Sheng cured Liu Xixi.

Xia Wan'er thought that at that time Yan Mumu was a friend who was depressed, restless and impetuous, and the tunes she played would definitely not be very joyful, and certainly not bitter.

Xia Wan'er smiled slightly, and an interesting tune came to mind.

That's what she used to tease the little fool Xia Lin before. When she was training hard every day to be a daughter of gold, that fool who would call her sister often came to her yard, The elder sister from the left and the elder sister from the right begged her to play with him.

……

Xia Wan'er's hand paused, and something icy and cold seemed to fall down on her face and submerged into the strings of the piano.

She was stunned for a moment, and she wiped the sparkle from the corner of her eyes without any expression.

Putting away his thoughts, he was about to start playing when Simin's voice suddenly came from beside him: "Xia Wan'er, what kind of wind are you playing? Can you touch this guqin?"

Si Min's voice was so loud that it attracted almost everyone's attention.

The fans outside the venue were far away, and they only knew that Xia Wan'er seemed to have done something bad. Immediately, many people began to shout: "Xia Banshee, get out of the entertainment circle!"

Ignoring those fans and so on, Xia Wan'er glanced at Si Min. Although she didn't say anything, the coldness in her eyes had not yet disappeared.

At this moment, what Si Min was going to say next was choked in his throat.

The main disturbing voice was gone, and Xia Wan'er lowered her eyes.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on her body, coating her with a layer of light fluorescence, and the already beautiful person is envied by everyone, and a little more noble.

Long eyelashes trembled like cicada wings, delicate facial features with a hint of worry, and the delicate fingers plucked the strings of the piano, and the fragmentary sound of the piano also touched everyone's heartstrings.

Assistant director Gu Yue specially found a suitable angle to capture Xia Wan'er's whole body into the frame.

She seldom listens to these guqin, guzheng, pipa, etc. She doesn't know whether Xia Wan'er's light **** is right or wrong, and she doesn't even know if Xia Wan'er's broken and dull violin sounds are the same It's just how the guqin should be played, but from the perspective of a passerby, it's still a bit amazing to watch at the scene.

These things left by my ancestors always make people feel a little bit uncontrollable.

What she didn't expect was that in these 150 million readings, among the hundreds of barrages scolding Xia Wan'er in a second, occasionally flashes like "master", "master level", "refresh recognition" knowledge" vocabulary.

She looked dumbfounded and was about to turn back when suddenly, a local tyrant gave her a meteor shower worth 100,000 yuan, and the reward was ten times.

This is the most valuable gift in the live broadcast app. The other party is so generous, just to dominate the screen: "It's nice, don't let anyone interrupt her."