Nanzhi is also a good girl. The two of them got along quickly. Feng'er always thought in her heart that Nanzhi's birthmarks were so thick that she had to make such thick pink.

At present, the two of them leaned their heads together to see what Ming Yulong painted.

On the white rice paper, there is a big wooden box that looks like a wooden box, and it looks like a piano, but I have never seen any piano that looks like a piano.

besides......

In short, Nanzhi and Feng'er couldn't understand what they were drawn.

"Miss, what are you drawing?" Feng'er asked curiously.

"This is a butterfly piano." Ming Yulong focused on drawing without raising his head. Without a charcoal pen or something, it felt like drawing a three-dimensional picture, but the brush was still a bit inconvenient.

But it was not difficult for her. She had put some effort into carefully studying it in order to learn it well.

"Butterfly Piano?" Feng'er murmured and looked at each other curiously with Nanzhi beside her.

Nanzhi felt it fresher and said: "I have heard of the guzheng, pipa, guqin, huqin, flute, and long flute, but I have never heard of the butterfly zither."

Moreover, the piano is so complicated, there are boxes and so on, and there are too many strings.

Ming Yulong just smiled but said nothing about Nanzhi and Feng'er's curiosity.

The butterfly piano is in her original time and space, and its history is not as long as the Guzhengs.

Although the original owner has many similarities to the time and space she originally belonged to, the butterfly piano has never appeared in this time and space.

The production of the butterfly piano is also slightly more complicated than other pianos. After Ming Yulong drew the drawings of the butterfly piano, he immediately asked someone to invite Uncle Qi.

After informing her of the special instructions for making the butterfly piano, she told Uncle Qi to prepare the things on the drawings as soon as possible.

Two days later, the sky began to snow again.

Rong Yi came out of the mansion, looked at the snowflakes as thin as willow catkins, and stopped holding his hand on his clothes.

Since the Mushan came down, I invited the imperial doctor from the palace to check the body of Mr. De. Although his body is strong, he is old and his condition is a bit bad, so I pay attention to Mr. De's body.

Today is already better, and he has time.

As soon as I was idle, what appeared in my mind was a cute little face, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.

I haven't seen each other for two days, and I don't know what Long'er is doing at this time.

The carriage is slowly, and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms is brought by the wind.

In the capital, there is a plum garden. As the name suggests, all planted in it are plum blossoms.

It is winter now, and it is the season for plum blossoms to bloom. You can see bright red hanging on the vigorous branches in the garden from afar. Occasionally, someone comes out of the plum garden and holds two or three plum blossoms in his hand, which is very beautiful.

Rong Yi's eyes moved, and then he looked out to Qu Shangdao, who was driving a carriage outside:

"Go to the plum garden."

Qu Shang replied and drove the car to the plum garden. When he saw his prince get out of the car and walk in, he saw the prince who should have walked and enjoyed the flowers, choosing beautiful plum blossoms.

In previous years, the prince would occasionally go to the plum garden to see flowers, but never climbed them.

Now that I have broken the plum blossoms, are you planning to go back and enjoy them?

But soon, his question was answered. After Rong Yi broke a handful of plum blossoms, he ordered Qu Shang to go to the Ming Palace.
Chapter completed!