Chunxiao, who was still wearing a maid dress, walked in, took off her hat, and looked at the cottage curiously.

The interior is simple and shabby. There are mats on the ground and several tables are placed. Books are piled up on them, and there are all pens, ink, paper and inkstone. At this time, a sheep's hair pen is placed on the inkstone. Half of the paper is written on the side, and the handwriting has not yet dried...Well, this little scholar is really working hard.

Guo Ziqian held the tea ceremony: "Please use it."

Chunxiao smiled and said thank you.

Xue Qing said: "Sit down."

Chunxiao thanked her and sat down on the cushion beside her and pushed the bag with her, "Young Master Qingzi, I've brought all the things."

Xue Qing said: "I'm waiting for someone."

Chunxiao smiled and handed over a small bag again, wrapped in a silk handkerchief, with an exquisite wintersweet flower embroidered on it, and said, "Young Master Qingzi taste it." But he didn't say anything.

Xue Qing said calmly: "What is it?" Although he was asking, he didn't seem to want to know.

The young boy was very bored, so Chunxiao put away his intentional little daughter's expression and said, "It was the peach I bought on the road. It was quite delicious, and there were two left."

Guo Ziqian looked at the silk handkerchief on the table with his eyes squinted eyes, thinking that the first time he saw this way of delivering fruits, it must be sweeter than the one in his hand.

Xue Qing did not refuse and thanked him with a smile, "I just wrote the words, so I won't eat it." He opened it and took out one and threw it to Guo Ziqian. Guo Ziqian steadily caught it and bit her mouth with a smile. Nuannuan naturally divided one, sitting at the door, eating, while tilting her head to look at Chunxiao.

Although he was a little afraid of Xue Qing, he came out of the Fengyue Field. Chunxiao quickly found something to say, asked Xue Qing's injuries, praised her left hand writing, joked with Guo Ziqian, and asked Nuannuan how old she was. The little cottage was not as noisy as Chu Minghui and other teenagers, and the occasional laughter was a little agile in the quiet.

Soon, footsteps sounded and someone came, saying, "I'm late."

Nuannuan didn't recognize her standing in front of the door, and Chunxiao immediately got up. Is this the person Xue Qing and others? The boy was sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a white old shirt, with beautiful facial features, and holding a paper bag wrapped in a straw rope in his hand, which showed oil stains.

Guo Ziqian put down Taozi and said, "Leting, you are here."

Xue Qing smiled and said, "It's not too late, it's not too late."

When Leting entered the door, he saw Chunxiao inside and smiled, saying hello, Chunxiao also bowed his knees and returned the salute.

Le Ting handed over the paper bag in his hand: "Come to go to school on the first day, it's a congratulations."

Xue Qing did not take it politely, and looked at it curiously and asked: "What is it?" It means that he was about to open it immediately.

This straw rope oil paper has a smell of fishy smell near it, but is it even better than his silk handkerchief? Chunxiao thought to himself.

Le Ting reached out to untie a corner with her, smiling without saying a word.

Xue Qing recognized what it was and laughed: "Pig Hand...what can you make up for what you eat?"

Guo Ziqian immediately smiled and said, "Brother Qingzi needs a big replenishment now."

Chunxiao also smiled with her lips, although she thought to herself that there was nothing ridiculous about it.

Le Ting said: "What are you asking me for?"

Before Xue Qing could answer, Guo Ziqian reached out to take the oil paper bag and said, "Brother Qingzi, I'll take this back, just prepare it as lunch to deliver it." After that, he left.

This child actually used an excuse to avoid it. Sure enough, Xue Qing said, "Ziqian, just ask someone to send it to him, don't run away."

Guo Ziqian just laughed and waved his hand, pulled Nuannuan out and told him to boil water and watch the grass cottage and chatted... The first time Chunxiao saw such a long-winded young man, he was even more trivial and careful than a girl. Isn’t this young master of the Guo family a playboy fighting cocks and dogs? The rumors are indeed unreliable, but it is true to see them.

Guo Ziqian left, Nuannuan was guarding outside the cottage, and only three people remained quiet inside. Xue Qing invited them to sit down and sat down himself, and then introduced Chunxiao and Leting to each other.

"This is Miss Chunxiao from Green Tower."

There was obviously a place in Green Building. Although Xue Qing was slightly surprised when she actually interacted with the brothel girl, she still nodded at Chunxiao with a smile.

Xue Qing introduced Leting again, and Chunxiao passed the name in his heart and exclaimed: "Leting." It was obvious that he also thought of which Leting.

There are many people who sell themselves as slaves, but they are the first in Chang'an City to be willing to become a lowly family for the sake of studying. Chunxiao did not show any curiosity, but was a little happy. He also moved to Leting unconsciously and said, "I know, your father is a very good piano player. My mother asked him for advice back then, and she often talked about it."

Leting's father was a piano player? Xue Qing didn't know, but he only knew that Leting's father died early, and was orphan and widowed like Xue Qing and Xue's mother, but he didn't have old people like Guo Huaichun to rely on.

Leting said: "Yes, my father can play the piano."

Xue Qing said, "Will you do Leting?" I thought of hearing Leting sing and seeing him holding a flute, but I didn't know that I could still be a piano, but now it seems that it is from the family.

Le Ting said: "I can only say that I know a little bit. I was still young when my father passed away."

Xue Qing smiled and said, "It's enough." While holding a pen in his left hand, he wrote on the paper, "That's right, Miss Chunxiao wants to sing a poem from me to ask me for advice. I have really heard of a singing style of this poem, but I don't understand the rhythm, so I asked Leting to help me organize it, and it would be better if I improve myself. Then Miss Chunxiao can learn from it and see if I can get something."

Leting and Chunxiao understood and looked at each other.

Chunxiao hurriedly bowed first and said, "I'm thankful for Young Master Leting."

Le Ting smiled, looked at Xue Qing and kept writing as he spoke, saying, "Is this the song "Shuituan song?" While reading it out one by one with Xue Qing's writing.

His voice was mellow and he could recite it slowly and sound very nicely. After writing the poem, he nodded.

"I have no attainment in poetry, but I also think it's very good. I am amazed by Master Yan Zi... How do you sing?"

After asking this, Xue Qing seemed to have a slightly red face and looked at Chunxiao and said, "Chunxiao, you can sing first."

Chunxiao sat upright and sang softly, holding the fan. Her voice was clear and tender and sweet. She sang three or four different songs of water tones in a row. She was a little breathing. She patted her heart and took the tea and drank it. Her face turned slightly red and said as if she was embarrassed: "I have learned a little, and I can only know these."

Xue Qing said: "It sounds very nice."

Le Ting nodded, looked at Xue Qing again, it was his time.

Xue Qing put down the pen in his hand and said, "I will talk to you about this poem first." While talking about Su Shi's water tune song.

There is no Su Shi in this world. Xue Qing has already checked and asked, so he told the story of a man named Su Shi seriously... Of course, it was a little change, saying that it was a person he met when Xue Qing's father was in the army. Xue Qing's father had passed away, so it was impossible to ask him for verification.

Chunxiao and Leting were impressed and moved.

"How come such a person who is good at reading and using books has passed away in obscurity? What a pity." Chun Xiao said.

Xue Qing said: "It is not necessarily a pity to be obsessed with it. It depends on himself. He thinks he has gained something and does not require outsiders to evaluate it."

Le Ting was silent and said, "Go forward and retreat freely and be free of favor and disgrace, and be open and honest."

Chunxiao only looked at Xue Qing, and his eyes were bright and said, "...If you can write poems with Master Qingzi, you will definitely become famous all over the world. Now that I know this origin, I must sing it with all my heart."

So now you can sing the tune you know.

Xue Qing washed the pen with one hand and said, "I know Chunxiao, you know the usual tunes here. You also know when Mingyue will have the origin of this poem. You can go back and experience it first, and wait until we have sorted it out here and call you."

Yes, is it time to see the guests? Sing it and listen... And it's not long since the fifteenth... It's really annoying... Chunxiao smiled and bowed obediently, "Young Master Qingzi and Young Master Leting." After that, he put on a hat and said goodbye and walked out.

Leting said: "Wash the pen and it will be bald."

Xue Qing looked at the pen and laughed, and took out the pen.

Leting said: "Your singing method is, I'll listen."

Xue Qing pinched the pen and turned around, but did not sing, but said, "I don't sing well."

Le Ting paused slightly, looked at him with a smile, "So... it's shy."

Xue Qing said: "Can men be shy... Is there anything funny?"

Leting laughed even louder.
Chapter completed!