Chapter 272 The Konghou Sent by Old Nie

"Yeah." Qiao Nian glanced around, but she didn't see anyone in the living room, her eyes flashed with a hint of doubt.

Gu San seemed to see her doubts and hurriedly said with a smile: "Master Wang, Young Master Jiang and Young Master are cooking noodles for you in the kitchen, that longevity noodles are delicious only if you eat them right now, they are still making them, you Might have to wait a little longer."

The first time Qiao Nian heard about the longevity noodles, he went downstairs with a snort, took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and just took two gulps.

Gu San came over and gave her something.

"Miss Qiao, after you left, the waiter at Shui Xie Xuan said that an old gentleman had left an item with them, saying it was a birthday present for you. Because they couldn't find you, they asked them to give it to you. I see that The thing seems to be some kind of musical instrument."

When Qiao Nian heard this, her eyebrows were twisted together, and then she remembered that she was looking for Qiao Yan to settle accounts, forgetting that she had an appointment.

Now let the pigeons go.

Qiao Nian had a headache and asked him, "Where are the things?"

Gu San Nunuzui: "Living room. The lord said that you must find that gift when you wake up and bring it back."

"Do you want to see it?"

He said, no nonsense, he quickly found the thing and handed it to Qiao Nian, and said with emotion: "I originally thought this thing was a harp, but later I heard that it was not a harp, but some kind of domestic classical musical instrument. .what do you say that is……"

Those two words were quite complicated, and he had forgotten them all.

Qiao Nian looked at all the things he brought. The brown wood grain is simple and low-key. It is a semi-circular arc design, which looks very similar to a Western harp.

But a closer look reveals a subtle difference between the two.

Compared to the harp, this peculiar instrument lacks a few chords, and unlike the western harp, this instrument is entirely made of wood grain, with a longer tail, and the burnt-yellow wood grain looks like it has been burnt out. cut.

Qiao Nian brought the things over, his voice a little hoarse: "Konghou."

When she said this, Gu San clapped his hands abruptly and remembered: "Yes, yes, it's a Konghou, and the lord also said that this is a Konghou!"

He looked at the girl with a calm expression in confusion, and asked curiously, "Miss Qiao, do you still play this?"

Since it's a birthday present, it's impossible to give something that can't be used just by looking at it.

But he remembered that there were not many people in Konghou.

Qiao Nian had already seen a small ancient script—Nie—carved with a knife at the tail of the piano.

She walked to the sofa with her things, and mumbled loosely: "...a little bit."

Gu San asked curiously, "Is this piano very expensive?"

Qiao Nian was stunned, as if he didn't expect him to ask this question, Crow's black eyelashes drooped down a little as if he was thinking.

Finally came to the conclusion: "It's okay, it's not particularly expensive."

For a phoenix-tailed Konghou of this quality, the price for a single round may be in the seven figures.

But if you add additional value, such as the Nie character written on the tail, it will take about eight digits.

Eight figures are neither cheap nor expensive for her.

Gu San got it wrong. Seeing how calm she was, and seeing that the top of the piano's tail was burnt out, his instinct was to understand it as a few hundred dollars, and he couldn't help but sigh: "...It doesn't seem to be too big. The more valuable things are.”

This musical instrument looks so big, it turns out that it is not as good as the price of an erhu.

The person who gave the gift was too stingy. It was only a few hundred dollars for something so hard to get!

Looking at his expression, Qiao Nian knew that the price he was thinking must be different from what he said. Just as he was about to explain, at this moment, someone from the kitchen came out—