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Chapter 113 Why didn¡¯t you tell me when you came?

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    "Miss Song, please sit down."

    Ye Qingling spoke, Song Wan sat down on the cushion beside him, and a maid immediately served hot tea.

    The piano music that Song Wan heard just now was played by Ye Qingling. She never stopped playing the piano, nor was she distracted by Song Wan's arrival.

    The tea is a sweet and delicious scented tea, and the sound of the piano is very pleasant. Song Wan held the hot tea and sipped it in small sips, concentrating on admiring Ye Qingling's playing of the piano.

    Ye Qingling is indeed a well-known iceberg beauty in Beijing. Her skin is cold white and so clear that it seems unworldly.

    Today she was wearing a pale-colored cross-collar long dress. The collar and skirt were embroidered with hibiscus dark patterns using silver thread, which reflected shimmering light in the sunlight. The skirt was laid out in layers around the cushions.  It blooms like a flower blooming proudly, showing an extraordinary temperament that does not blend in with the world.

    After finishing the song, Song Wan still had some unfinished meaning. Ye Qingling pressed her hands on the still vibrating strings and asked, "What do you think of the song just now, Miss Song?"

    "It's very exquisite," Song Wan answered truthfully, "I have learned dance from the dancers in the orchestra, and have also listened to many famous songs. My lady's piano skills should be among the best in the entire Zhaoling."

    After finishing speaking, Song Wan shook the tea cup in his hand and said, "The scented tea prepared by Miss is also very delicious."

    Having not been so leisurely for a long time, Song Wan's tone was quite brisk, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he smiled brightly.

    Song Wan¡¯s smile was very contagious, but Ye Qingling still looked indifferent and said calmly: ¡°Miss Song is really good at pleasing people.¡±

    Her tone was flat, and it was hard to tell whether she was praising Song Wan or belittling him.

    Song Wan didn't care, and still said with a smile: "My slave is of a low status now. Miss Ye can personally give the slave a post, and even send a carriage to pick me up. If you treat me with such courtesy, I am naturally willing to put in effort to please the lady."  .¡±

    After saying this, Song Wan put down the cup, took out an old and yellowed book from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Ye Qingling.

    Ye Qingling only glanced at the cover and couldn't look away anymore. She asked in surprise: "Is this the music score?"

    Chu Ruoqi always liked to compare with Ye Qingling, so she naturally found out Ye Qingling's likes and dislikes clearly.

    Although Ye Qingling has a cold temperament and does not like to make friends with others, she likes to drink tea and collect piano music.

    If Chu Ruoqi felt that she was being outdone by Ye Qingling on some occasion, she would send someone to collect some of the more famous piano scores and burn them as revenge.

    Three days were too short, and Song Wan had no energy to search for famous teas and piano scores. He could only go to Uncle Qin with the idea of ??giving it a try. Uncle Qin pulled out this piano score from under a bookshelf.

    Song Wan's piano skills were average and he couldn't tell whether the music score was good or bad. When Ye Qingling took the music score and looked through it, he said truthfully: "This slave found this from a bookstore. The owner of that bookstore doesn't know the music."  , I used it to line the bookshelf. I thought this book seemed to be old, so I brought it to the lady to look at."

    After Song Wan finished speaking, Ye Qingling's expression became a little strange. She looked at Song Wan and asked quietly: "Where is that bookstore?"

    "What's wrong?"

    "It's nothing, I just want to see who is it that actually puts the music scores of the No. 1 musician in Zhaoling on the bookshelf."

    ""

    What a coincidence?

    Song Wan frowned.

    Just as I was about to avoid this topic, another maid came to announce from outside the pavilion: "Miss, Miss Wei is here."

    Before Ye Qingling could speak, Wei Yuan opened the mat and walked in.

    Seeing Song Wan, Wei Yuan blurted out: "Why didn't you tell me that you were coming? I even made a special trip to pick you up at Tingwei's Mansion." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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