Hearing the sound of the piano, Zhong Boqi felt tight and the tea bowl in his hand fell to the ground.
Leng Ji was also stunned and turned to look at the Shiqiao Fairyland, because at first glance, this was Lu Gongfu playing the piano.
Luo Changshi hurriedly said, "Mr. Zhong, what's wrong with you?"
Governor Xiong is a personal genius. He immediately guessed something when he saw Zhong Leng Erzi's performance.
"This won't be... it won't be Mr. Lu Gongfu's piano sound, right?"
Zhong Boqi felt a little disappointed, and even outsiders heard that the qinyin was Lu Gongfu's guqin.
Luo Changshi said in surprise: "How is this possible? It's in broad daylight now, even if there are ghosts..."
Su Wuming smiled and said, "Governor Xiong is right. The four sons of Nanzhou are like brothers and sisters. When they learned that Mr. Zhong was revisiting his hometown, even Mr. Lu Gongfu, who was in the underworld, arrived."
The governor Xiong's face turned dark, and Su Wuming deliberately embarrassed him.
Zhong Boqi insisted on calming down and said, "Mr. Su was joking. The sound of this piano was extremely sad. This person's attainments in the guqin were almost the same as that of Brother Gong Fu, but he was not Brother Gong Fu."
Su Wuming smiled and said, "Oh? Mr. Zhong heard it? I deliberately asked Taoist Master Qingxu to cheer everyone up, but why did Mr. Zhong be so afraid of hearing the sound of the piano? Mr. Leng's face just now showed surprise!"
Leng Ji said in surprise: "Is this piano really played by Qingxu?"
Su Wuming stood up and waved at Shiqiaoshan in the distance.
The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end, and Zhou Hao appeared on the water.
He came with the guqin in one hand and walked on the waves.
Governor Xiong and Changshi Luo have already stood up to greet him.
Zhong Boqi and Leng Ji had to get up, but at this time Zhong Boqi started coughing violently.
He covered his mouth with a white towel, and Su Wuming saw the blood on it.
Zhou Hao put the guqin in front of Pei Xijun, then came to the stone table and clasped his fists and said, "Come on uninvited, please forgive me!"
Governor Xiong quickly said, "Master Qingxu is polite, please sit down!"
He overcame the mercy, after all, it was not everyone he invited.
Zhong Boqi also squeezed out a smile and said, "Master Qingxu was joking. This stone bridge fairyland itself is a public place. No invitation is required, anyone can come."
Zhou Hao sat down and smiled and said, "I just saw Mr. Zhong coughing up blood from afar. I know a miracle doctor. You can invite him to treat Mr. Zhong!"
Su Wuming suddenly said, "By the way, Governor Xiong also knows it. It is Mr. Fei, who is a miracle doctor in Chang'an."
Zhong Boqi waved his hand and said, "You don't have to be polite, sir, I'm an old problem. I have seen many famous doctors but can't do well."
He said that he was about to pour tea for Zhou, but Zhou Hao waved his hand and smiled: "I'm sorry, I don't like drinking Jiancha."
Zhong Boqi nodded and did not force it. Tea is a drink of gentlemen, but not all gentlemen like to drink tea.
Su Wuming: "Mr. Zhong, please be polite, where is the Chicken Master?!"
"What are you calling me? Is it possible that someone wants to treat the disease?"
Master Fei Ji climbed down from the big tree. Zhong Leng and the others were displeased when they saw Master Fei Ji's face was sloppy.
What a person they are, how can they let such beggars cure their illnesses?
But Master Fei Ji came over and grabbed Zhong Boqi's wrist and began to take the pulse.
Zhong Boqi said helplessly: "You look like a wise man, and you don't make things difficult for you. Just tell me how much I live?"
Master Fei Ji: "I live to eighty, but I didn't run away!"
Zhong Boqi took out his wrist and said, "Nonsense, I am old and sick, I can't cure it! I can't cure it, and I can't cure it. You said you came from Chang'an. I think you were kicked out by cheating in Chang'an, right?"
Master Fei Ji said speechlessly: "Who told you that you have a terminal illness?"
Zhong Boqi: "Many doctors say so!"
Master Fei Ji said disdainfully: "That's because you don't have famous doctors in Nanzhou!"
This directly offended all the people of Nanzhou except their own people.
He continued without caring, "It's like the four sons of Nanzhou? I think that's the same thing!"
Luo Changshi said angrily: "You are arrogant! There is no tea bowl for you here, so let go!"
People will not personally scold people who look down on them because of their face, but they can even bite them when they are raised by dogs.
Master Fei Ji shook his sleeves and said disdainfully: "Who cares? The Nanling black tea made by boy Qingxu is much more delicious. The characters he wrote are as famous as Yan Yuanfu, and the paintings he painted are even more original. He plays the piano and Lu Gongfu. How can you be regarded as a famous scholar in front of him?"
This old boy doesn't leave any face for anyone.
Zhong Boqi and Leng Ji were not too embarrassed because Zhong Boqi was good at Jiancha, and he thought that his own understanding of tea was the one who knew the best.
Zhou Hao did not show his poetic talent, so Leng Ji was still very proud.
On the contrary, the embarrassing thing is the governor Xiong and Luo Changshi. The four sons of Nanzhou whom they are proud of are nothing in the mouth of Master Fei Ji, and it is difficult for them to refute it.
Luo Changshi broke the silence and said with a sarcasm: "Mr. Zhong's words are not trustworthy, I have some understanding..."
Zhou Hao sneered: "Luo Changshi, which part of what Mr. Fei said is unreliable?"
Luo Changshi's smile was already stiff. He did not dare to offend Zhou Hao, nor did he dare to offend the famous scholars. He was too quick just now, and now he didn't know how to make things happen.
Governor Xiong laughed and said, "Master Qingxu, Luo Changshi just doesn't trust Mr. Fei's medical skills, and he has no other meaning."
At this time, Zhong Boqi picked up the teacup and smiled and said, "It's okay, please, everyone!"
Governor Xiong and Changshi Luo looked admiring, and they were not evident in their emotions. These were famous scholars.
In fact, Leng Ji's personality does not meet the standards of famous scholars. He is like a firecracker just by one point.
Lu Lingfeng is better than him. Lu Lingfeng is reckless, but he has a bad temper. He will not get angry if he shouldn't get angry.
There was only one empty bowl in front of Zhou Hao, and the others picked up the tea.
Zhong Boqi's attention was all about Leng Ji, and the others were just a foil.
Leng Ji held the tea and said sadly: "My relatives and sisters are all over the place, but I am alone in the vast desert. It's a pity that Yuanfu, the two brothers cannot drink together..."
This poem comes from "Dream of Zhang Chui's Poem" by Zhang Shenggong in the Tang Dynasty.
However, in this overview world, this poem was his cold book, so Zhang Shenggong did not appear in this world.
Zhong Boqi: "Your Madam, don't be sad. Even though we are separated, under the nine springs, we can join hands in the bamboo forest and drink ten thousand cups happily."
Haha, the intention of this is very obvious.
Zhou Hao and the other two looked at each other, this time they were stable!
But governor Xiong and Luo Changshi knew nothing, thinking that they were just to remember their two deceased sons today.
As for the woodcutter, hehe, they didn't care at all.
Leng Ji smiled and said, "Yes, when everyone dies, they will still be reunited. We are still the four sons of Nanzhou..."
He said as he drank the tea in the bowl.
Zhong Boqi showed a satisfied smile on his face, and he also felt that this time he was stable.
"Hahaha--" Zhong Boqi burst into laughter.
Master Fei Ji shouted: "Listen to this angrily laughter, how is it like a person dying?"
Chapter completed!