After the Tyrant Dressed As a Woman Disguised As a Man

When Qiao Qing entered, Yanyu was picking the piano, and a very beautifully patterned paulownia wood was placed on the table. He held a carving knife in his hand and looked very attentive.

When Qiao Qing saw this, he didn't bother him. He found a chair and sat down and continued to read the book she had brought. While reading the book, he thought about the topic and the entry point of the meeting.

People think on one side, and what they say is on the other side, but if you have an early draft, you will be more organized and knowledgeable when you speak.

More importantly, she came to ask the other party questions. If she asked about the content of the book, she didn't know if she asked three questions. Doesn't it appear that she is too insincere.

Even if you are asking questions, you cannot ask for pediatric topics like 11=2. You have to carefully select a few more difficult and high-level topics.

With her concentration in flipping through the book, Yanyu noticed her existence and put down the carving knife in her hand: "Why did your majesty come here?"

"I'm here to listen to Yanlang playing the piano, no, I'm here to ask the national teacher for advice."

"Are you listening to playing the piano or listening to advice?"

"You can listen to the piano while listening to advice."

Yanyu is so smart, he should be able to do two things with one heart.

Speaking of this, Qiao Qing suddenly thought of a very good invention, one that does not require electricity.

The phonograph, part of the old phonograph does not need electricity, the rotation of the record comes from the winding, just like a clock, it produces sound, it relies on machinery, not electricity.

Of course, this kind of machinery also requires a certain amount of manual drive.

For example, textile machines, when there is no power supply, they can only rely on manpower to step on it.

Thinking about it this way, feelings began to think of all kinds of beautiful inventions that don't need electricity, stop, stop temporarily.

Unless Yanyu is a workaholic, and she adds all these things to him, he will be extremely excited.

But Yanyu is obviously not. Normal people will think of combining work and rest. From this point of view, he is quite normal.

Let's talk about it in a few days to make money together. The purpose of her coming today is still to sympathize with the employee and instill a bit of spiritual chicken soup from her boss.

"I've read the book, I won't talk about it today, let's talk about the piano"

Qiao Qing decided to start with more everyday topics: "I was able to get out of Mrs. Xiang's hands that day. I really depended on the master's piano skills."

"Isn't it because I knew the incense in the incense burner was different."

Don't care about such weird details.

Song Qiaoqing praised him and said: "This also requires the national teacher to blow the flute first, and then play the piano.

Yanyu fell silent for a while, and he knew a lot. If he broke his fingers and told the emperor, he would count ten fingers plus ten toes.

He said modestly: "I know some manual work and some musical instruments. I don't learn much, I just know a little about the fur."

"The national teacher is really too humble, if you know a little bit of fur, then what am I."

Is she lack of limbs?

It seems that overly humility has caused a counterproductive effect, and Yanyu pursed her lips.

"In fact, there was one sentence in Mrs. Rixiang's words, I think it might also make some sense."

Yanyu seriously corrected Qiao Qing and said: "She is now the eighth son of Xiang."

"Oh, you're right, Xiang Bazi said at the time that the national division played a court war. If she was asked to play this, she would be a bully, and she would be a little invincible."

Using your own strengths to beat others' weaknesses, there is actually nothing comparable.

"But I have great confidence in the national teacher. If you play Chaotang songs well, it is not necessarily weaker than him. If the national teacher is willing, can you play a song for me?"

She saw that the room was not just a piano, so she proposed it.

Yan Yu sat down in front of the Qin desk and suddenly got up again.

"What's wrong with this again?"

Yan Yu said, "I haven't incense yet."

Qiao Qing's face changed suddenly: "The incense will be saved. I listen to the piano and not the smell, and the national teacher plays so well, so you don't need to care about the redemption and extraneous things."

Even if he was bitten by a snake once, he would not be afraid of well ropes for ten years, but within ten days, he would still have lingering fears.

During this period of time, Qiao Qing was not very good at listening to the incense.

Yanyu was quite satisfied with her answer. He thought about it for a while. He really hadn't learned any greasy and crooked trivia.

After thinking about the piano music that he heard that day, he decided to play the same tune as Mrs. Xiang-Phoenix Prisoner and Phoenix.

After playing a song, Qiao Qing looked at him with unexplainable words.

Why can I play Feng Qiuhuang so impassioned and enthusiastic? Isn't this really Feng Qiuhuang playing?

Even Yan Yu himself realized that something was wrong. Although he felt that the woman played Feng Qiuhuang badly and was too lingering, she would have a good life tomorrow, but playing such a tune is really unpredictable and has ulterior motives.

Facts have also proved so, that woman is indeed not a good thing.

But he didn't expect that he would play like this.

He put down his hand and played it again, still not quite right.

It was nothing more than three things. When he played the third time, Qiao Qing finally couldn't help but speak: "Everyone has a good style of music, and the national teacher doesn't have to force it."

She felt that if she played it down, she would have a magical sound, and it was indeed this strange Phoenix Prisoner tonight.

Qiao Qing thought for a while and moved her stool to Yan Yu's side: "Let's do it, I will show it to the national teacher."

In this life, the prince did not have a beloved person, but Qiao Qing in later generations was not a pure elementary school student, and naturally had experience in love.

Although it is not very rich, even at the beginning it was just to catch up with the fashion and talk for the sake of talking, but that kind of heartbeat, that kind of sweet feeling, Qiao Qing can still empathize.

She plucked the strings and played a short paragraph: "I haven't practiced piano music for a long time, so the national teacher laughed."

Yan Yu was silent, and a long time later, he raised his hand and played another song. It was still Feng Qiuhuang. This time he was finally not impassioned, it was lemon-flavored and a little sour.