The other two private rooms.

The diners who were about to eat suddenly heard a sound of piano in their ears. They had just raised their chopsticks and they all stopped in the air. After an incredible assassin flashed on each of them, they all stood up with a clamor.

"Is this Confucius read Yi?"

"Wait, this is definitely not Du Zhuo Yubo, it's not her. Is there an expert in the private room next door?"

"Oh my God, I don't know, I'm shocked. Why do I feel that this song "Ciyi" by Confucius gives me a sense of impact to return to that era."

"Shh, sit down and listen to the piano quietly. Such good things are hard to come by."

The two private rooms were instantly quiet.

All the waiters in the corridor stood and listened in surprise.

Chen Ping'an was holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and his chin was so surprised that he couldn't close it.

They were all shocked like this, not to mention the few people who were still watching and listening in the box at the moment. Qin Lan, who was quite suspicious of Ji Nian, swallowed her saliva hard, her eyes widened. If she had not witnessed it with her own eyes, she would not have believed that this was true. Ji Nian could actually play this kind of piano music with two completely flavors.

If Du Zhuoyu's Confucius' reading Yi Nian just now is a classic, what Ji Nian played is simply a legendary work that has been remembered for generations.

Qin Xifeng was full of smiles.

The most shocking thing is Du Zhuoyu. She is the protagonist today. The disdain and contempt she had just now were all hit into pieces as countless notes sounded. No wonder Ji Nian was so respected by Qin Xifeng, no wonder Ji Nian was so proud of her, and who could not be the master of this beautiful piano skills?

"Oh my God, is this really Confucius read Yi?"

"This is the real Confucius read the Yi!"

"I played it without soul!"

Du Zhuoyu murmured to himself as if he was lost.

As Ji Nian fiddled with her slender fingers, the vital energy in her palm instantly controlled the guqin. While she was dominating the power, the essence of Confucius' reading Yi began to emerge in her mind.

The pop-up of notes is the singing of the Book of Songs. What stirs up between his fingers are spectacular and magnificent pictures. As long as you close your eyes, your mind will involuntarily emerge, resonating with the depths of human souls, and bringing people back to that distant era.

A withered butter lamp, a bamboo book, a great scholar with a fairy-looking appearance, concentrates on reading Yi.

"Qian knows Taishi, and Kun makes things. Qian is easy to know, and Kun is simple and capable, so it is positioned as Qian and Kun."

The bright and open sound of the piano seems to pull people into a magnificent picture of the beginning of the prehistoric world. Surrounded by all the things that bloom and fall, it is a endless race. They start to fight for their lives with Qian and use Kun as the best farewell to the end of their lives.

This is the first paragraph of Confucius reading Yi, which belongs to Ji Nian. What he evolved from his hands was a solemn and square world with a vast atmosphere. What Du Zhuoyu played just now was just a feeling that the countless notes floating into his ears were difficult to form a picture and difficult to produce emotional excitement.

No one spoke at this time, and they all listened intently.

The second paragraph is intricate.

At this time, even if Du Zhuoyu didn't want Ji Nian to play, he would not stop. Because he was shocked to find that when he was playing the piano with the help of his palm, his orange energy began to loosen, and there were signs of a breakthrough in the troubled bottleneck.

This has never happened before. Could it be that as long as I do something with all my concentration, my palm energy will bring about transformation? If so, I will make a lot of money this time.

So Ji Nian played more and more calmly.

One yin and one yang are called Tao. If a lonely yin does not grow, and only yang does not grow. Therefore, the heaven and earth are matched with yin and yang. A picture of yin and yang intertwined in Ji Nian's mind also appeared in his mind, and his hands were even twisting the strings of the piano like lightning. Qin Xifeng and the others were all staring at his hands attentively, sighing that his fingering was so agile.

Ji Nian played the six strings in a slight and swung slightly and quickly on the seven strings with his left hand, thus forming a set of recurring melodies. It seemed that Confucius was hindered by this long thought, and he was undecided and wandering around the looming melodies. After the sound of the piano suddenly became bright and long, first on the six strings and seven emblems to the nine emblems, and then from the nine emblems to the seven emblems, which was dazzlingly plucked. At this time, Qin Lan dared not say that Ji Nian could not play the piano?

Ji Nian can’t play the piano, who can do it?

The third paragraph combines hardness and softness.

The fourth paragraph of harmony between man and nature.

When playing the last part, everyone seemed to see the perfect combination of the way of nature and the way of human relations. At this moment, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly and the afterglow continued. Ji Nian placed his hands flat on his knees, and the energy in his palms rotated rapidly like boiling water. He calmed down and controlled the impulse to stabilize.

The private room was silent, Du Boyu was like petrified, and Qin Lan also became a sculpture.

A look of excitement appeared on Qin Xifeng's old face.

Compared with the quietness here, there was extremely noisy in the corridor outside. Everyone who woke up from the shock rushed over.

Of course, they are all people who know the Qin and Aiqi. Otherwise, there are so many restaurants outside, and the food they cook is really better than Chen Ping'an? So when the sound of the piano comes to an abrupt end, no one can control the excitement in his heart and rushed out, and the excitement is even more impatient to shout.

"Is Confucius playing the guqin in the box reading Yi?"

"Waiter, does anyone know who played the song just now?"

"Wouldn't it be bad if you say we just broke in like this?"

"But I really want to know who is playing the piano inside."

"Look, isn't that Boss Chen? Old Chen, tell us quickly which master of piano and Taoism was invited today? You can do it, but I didn't expect that I could even make such a big scene with a muffled voice. Please touch such a big figure."

Chen Ping'an, who ran out of the kitchen, was surrounded by this group of people. They were all regular customers of Xiao Qinshe, and he could not offend anyone.

After hearing the question, thinking that Qin Xifeng had never mentioned that he could not mention the meal, so he waved his hand, controlled the noise in the corridor and said loudly: "Everyone, I know you are all very curious about who played Confucius's Reading Yi just now. To be honest, I know some inside information, but I dare not say it. Otherwise, you can wait outside for a while and I will ask for instructions. If he is willing to come forward to explain, it will be easy to say. If he doesn't want to, please ask you all to go back. If the food is cold, it will be not delicious."

"Okay, let's wait."

Chen Ping'an pushed open the crack in the door and walked into the private room. When he showed up, Qin Xifeng waved directly and said, "I have heard what you said just now. Tell them that I am here to treat you today. Don't think about it, hurry up and go to dinner."

"Okay." With Qin Xifeng's words, Chen Ping'an turned around and ordered, and the group of people outside heard that it was Qin Xifeng sitting inside, and all of them suddenly realized.

It turns out that Mr. Qin was the one who played the piano just now, so it’s no wonder. Du Zhuoyu must not be able to interpret this kind of sound of the great way, only Qin Xifeng can do it.

"Everyone, it seems that we have to come to Xiaoqinshe for dinner in the future. Maybe we will meet Mr. Qin playing the Qin any time."

"Ginger is still spicy."

"I just said that this is definitely not something that ordinary people can play. It must be the master of the piano, and it is true."

From beginning to end, Qin Xifeng never said that Confucius was playing Yi, but the group outside thought he was playing it. There was no way, who made him famous? After giving Chen Ping'an, Qin Xifeng smiled at Ji Nian and said, "Xiao Nian, you won't have any objection to doing this, right?"

"Of course I won't have any objection. I know that Mr. Qin is protecting me. If the group of people outside know that Confucius's Reading Yi was played by me, I'm afraid I can't even walk out of this door, and I will definitely be surrounded by them to ask. If I searched by their human flesh, I will be completely famous."

"But to be honest, I don't want to be famous. I am a Chinese medicine doctor and I just want to be a doctor who treats diseases and saves people. I should give this kind of popularity to others."

Ji Nian immediately understood Qin Xifeng's intentions. He was too late to be grateful, so why would he refuse? But when he said this, he glanced at Qin Lan sitting next to him. It was this look that made Qin Lan feel uncomfortable.

"Ji Nian, what's your look?"

"A innocent look."

"You are still innocent? I think it is a sarcastic look, a mocking look, a petty look. You are also a big man, so you can't be more open-minded? Didn't I say a few words to you? I'm also doing it for Xiaoli. Do you mean you don't want Xiaoli to be happy? Are you as insincere as this?"

"It seems that I did it wrong?"

"It was originally you're just a little bitch."

"you"

"What am I?"

"No wonder Confucius said that only women and villains are hard to raise."

"You're sexist!"

The box was still a sensational sound of the piano just now, and as the two of them were bickering, the style changed in an instant. Hu Li couldn't look at these two people laughed and cried. She never dreamed that Qin Lan and Ji Nian would quarrel like this, and it seemed that they were still happy.

Qin Xifeng shook her head helplessly.

On the contrary, after Du Zhuoyu woke up from the quarrel, he quickly grabbed Qin Lan, "Xiao Lan, you will quarrel later, let your sister do some serious business first."

Qin Lan was speechless.

What does it mean to do a serious business and I will quarrel again and again? Is this called a quarrel? My grandma of the Qin family, I will quarrel with someone like Ji Nian, and he is qualified to quarrel with me? Qin Lan suddenly felt a little angry, but she could only hold it in her heart.

"Teacher Ji"

Du Zhuoyu was about to call her name, but when the words came to her mouth, it turned into a teacher, teacher? When the title was called out, Ji Nian shook all over and waved his hands and refused, "Sister Xiaoyu, don't say that, I can't bear it."

Du Zhuoyu's face turned red with shame, "Teacher, are you angry because of my ignorance just now? If that's the case, I can apologize to you. I admit that I despise you a little just now. Even if you were introduced by Mr. Qin, I judge people by their appearance and think you don't know how to play the piano. Now it seems that I was wrong, and it was very outrageous."

"Teacher, I sincerely apologize to you. I hope you can give me some advice on the music I just said, and I will listen carefully."

"this"

Ji Nian looked hesitant and was about to speak, but who would have thought that a croaker came from Hu Li's stomach, which immediately attracted everyone's eyes. Hu Li's cheeks were blushing, lowered her head, lit each other's fingers with her hands and whispered: "Sister, I'm so hungry, can we talk while eating?"

There was a silence in the private room, and then a loud laugh rang out. To be continued.

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Chapter completed!