A pair of autumn eyes turned slightly, seeing Jun Ziye's attitude towards him, Yan Wushuang's mouth curled up slightly, even if he could not get the crown prince, it would be good to get the favor of the third prince. Good novels are here

Bu Jingran heard the sound of the piano, but frowned. Listening to the sound of the piano, it was clear that a woman was expressing her admiration for the man she liked. But later, the sound of the piano changed from love to resentment, and finally turned out to be deep.

The secret is hidden, oh, although this piano skill is good, it is not popular among the people!

There is another woman in Hongyu Tower who has such skill on the piano. Who else can she have besides the courtesan Yan Wushuang?

Doesn't it mean that Yan Wushuang has an arrogant character and does not easily meet guests? Haha, I think the person who can let the top card meet in person must have a good background.

Humph! The character of this Wushuang girl is nothing more than this. Since you want to use your piano skills to seduce people, then let me come and meet you for a while. Bu Jingran suddenly showed an evil smile.[

Having made up his mind, Su Ran waved his hand, lazily stood up and said to Qing Fenghe, who had an angry look on his face: "Girl, I have been playing for some time, and I am afraid that I am a little tired, so I will ask you to play a song for me, too."

Let’s relieve our fatigue.”

From the moment Qing Fenghe heard the beautiful music, she knew it was Yan Wushuang. Looking at Bu Jingran's intoxicated look, she was already furious. This Yan Wushuang would snatch everything from her!

Suddenly hearing what Jingran said, his voice was gentle and pleasant, and he was still vaguely concerned about her. His mood relaxed at that moment, and he pretended to be reserved and said: "It's rare for a young master to be versatile, so I will let him do it." After that, Feng He said.

Lifting up her skirt, she moved lightly to the seat next to her and sat down.

Shi Shiran moved to the piano table, and placed his ten fingers on the strings that had played so many joys and sorrows. Bu looked at the scene of himself in the brothel in shock, and then thought of those who were drunk and dreaming in this fireworks alley.

The man and woman sighed softly, and their thoughts moved slightly.

Close your eyes, raise your hand, and pluck the strings.

The sound of the guzheng is long and gentle. The red lips part in surprise:

Who has ever looked for me in the deep rain at the city gate?

The clumsily carved landscape is illuminated by the bright moon at night;

How many songs have I left behind to be sung?

Every pen and ink written in accordance with the decree is lost to Luo Qi;

Who knows my downfall, who knows my pride.

The slightly deep baritone spread around like a tide, Bu Jingran slowly sang out the scene in his heart, as if he saw the scholar described in the song writing for the beauty, and the man who was intoxicated for the beauty, but was dressed in pride.

Who has been waiting for me in the fireworks alley?

The flower wall has bloomed and failed, leaving only mottled patches;

Who have I laughed with under the flowers?

The woman whose celadon is like water smiles in tranquility;

As time goes by, I realize that I am no longer young anymore.

The singing was empty, and the desolation rippled away with the sound of the piano. The men who were lingering in the Hongyu Tower at this time put down the wine glasses in their hands, and the women who were forcing smiles lowered their heads in thought.

The wind blows away the dead leaves and shakes off the empty cicadas; [

It fell into the garden full of peonies.

When singing on stage, bead curtains are hung,

How can I make my pen amazing?

This white coat is ordinary and accustomed;

I sang the new words eight or nine times a night,

Replaced the broken strings of the pipa and returned again,

Singing to wine in the pavilion late at night;

The taste remains unchanged.

This white coat is fetters and fatigue,

When the cup is empty and the cup is full, who will spill the wine?

Throw away the messy papers and get me drunk.

Even if you can't see clearly,

Who can travel to the Red Mansion despite the rain or shine? He cannot bear the sorrow.
Chapter completed!