Just listen to the gentle beating of drums, the crisp sound of bamboo boards, and the curtain on the balcony lifts a corner. A clear voice is like an oriole in the green forest, gentle and clear, as if taking a sip of ice drink in the summer, making people feel refreshed, as if their heart is

All the worries and worries were brought out by this voice, and in an instant they were thrown to the sky.

The curtain was lifted for the second time, and a beautiful lady slowly walked out with an instrument that looked like a pipa in her arms. The person was wearing a lavender dress and had a graceful figure, but when she walked, she exuded a bookish air, which made people feel sad.

The sense of tranquility. The facial features are not that amazing when viewed separately, but when put together, it is as if God has carefully calculated it and is perfect.

As if aware of Chen Luo's gaze, she raised her head slightly and looked at the private room on the second floor. She met Chen Luo's eyes, smiled faintly, and turned away. But at this moment, Chen Luo seemed to be in her eyes.

I saw Jiangnan in my previous life.

Her whole person is Jiangnan!

The beautiful, bright, beautiful lakes and mountains of Jiangnan.

"The smoke and water of a river illuminate the clear mist, and people on both sides of the strait connect their painted eaves."

"The autumn light is dim in the lotus bushes."

"Watch the sand gulls dancing again and again, rolling the ten-mile bead curtain in the fragrant wind."

"The painted boats are coming to the horizon, and the wine flags are blowing in the wind."

"Love kills Jiangnan!"

Really beautiful and picturesque.

Chen Luo smiled softly, no matter what, the beauty was always pleasing to the eye, and he felt much happier.

…

At the same time, everyone in the lobby of Linglong Tower was quiet for a moment, and then there was a burst of cheers like a roaring wind.

The Luohua slave bowed slightly and did not answer. He sat quietly on the chair and plucked the strings with his jade hands. A sound of silk and bamboo sounded like gurgling spring water. The cheers gradually died down.

.

At this moment, at the table of the Fuci Club, a Confucian scholar came to his senses, pulled Qian Erkang beside him and looked directly at Luo Hongnu, and whispered: "Brother Qian, Luo Ni wants to

Start singing!"

Qian Erkang also came to his senses at this time. He looked at Luo Hongnu who was happy and angry on the stage, and then looked at the classmates in the Fuci club around him. He gritted his heart and suddenly clapped his hands on the table: "Luo...

Girl, wait!"

At this time, Qian Erkang used Confucian magic to "make a sound". Originally, he wanted to call Luo Ni, but temporarily took back the word "Ni", causing the righteousness in his body to go astray, and two streams of blood suddenly flowed from his body.

There was flow from the nostrils.

Everyone looked around and saw a Confucian scholar with an upright face, but his nosebleeds made people laugh. Only Han Sanniang, who was standing aside and observing closely, shouted "no" in her heart, hoping that the other person would bleed out immediately and die.

…

"It's those little antiques from the Fuci Club." Liu Mengrui peeked her head in, saw Qian Erkang, and spat, "Why are these flies buzzing everywhere? If they think the lyrics are good, they just write them themselves. What's more?

If you insist on saying that lyrics and music are irreconcilable, even my father would not dare to say that!"

Cheng Diifei was also angry in his heart. These people couldn't write good lyrics themselves, but they repeatedly criticized those good songs. It seemed that their inability to write lyrics was contaminated by the music. It didn't make sense, but they were just Confucianists.

There are some seniors who support them, which makes them extremely arrogant.

"Can everyone Luo deal with them?" Cheng Diefei clenched his fists.

Liu Mengrui snorted coldly: "Let's see if it doesn't work, let's sneak attack them and then run away."

Cheng Diefei: "Is this appropriate?"

Liu Mengrui raised her chest and raised her head: "What are you afraid of? My father is here, isn't he?"

…

At this time, everyone in the hall also recognized them, and everyone was unhappy. I came here to have fun and spend money, so why did I meet this group of people? But there was nothing I could do about it, they were all Confucian scholars who had entered cultivation.

, and there are experts sitting behind them. They are using the banner of literary disputes, but it is really difficult for these wealthy people to intervene. They can only glare from the sidelines and express their inner dissatisfaction.

Luo Hongnu glanced at Qian Erkang, who still had a nosebleed, and asked calmly: "What's the matter with this nosebleed son? The slaves can only sing, not heal!"

As soon as he said this, the whole audience burst into laughter. Qian Erkang's face turned red, and he quickly blocked the nosebleed with Haoran Zhengqi. He wiped it casually with his sleeve, cleared his throat, and said, "Don't interrupt. I'm here from the Fuci Club today.

I just want to ask everyone in Luo, what kind of song is the song you sang today?"

"What do you think?"

Qian Erkang paused for a moment and then said: "Let's talk about the rest! Luo family, today's literary style is declining, and vulgar music is one of the main culprits. Don't you think that the music of silk and bamboo can linger for three days, but the folk songs of the country have turned this

The majestic place has turned into a den of abalone, and the stench is unbearable! I advise you to study elegant lyrics for a long time, and then you will be on the right path. There is no need to sing those vulgar songs of yours."

Luo Hongnu's expression didn't change at all, but he just said lightly——

"roll!"

"You!" Qian Erkang's face turned red instantly. Seeing Qian Erkang's humiliation, other people in the Fuci Club also stood up one after another, with great righteousness surging around them.

At this moment, a soft sigh suddenly came from the private room on the second floor.

"Hey...everyone, please stop fighting."

Everyone followed the sound and saw Liu Jingzhuang leaning on the bed in the private room on the second floor, with a look of helplessness on his face: "You students, if you are besieging a girl from the Luo family again, do you still want her literary name to be spread? Let's leave first.

…”

When Qian Erkang saw Liu Jingzhuang, his face became overjoyed and he said, "It's great that Liu Daru is here. Mr. Liu's words have been handed down from generation to generation, and students have been admiring them for a long time. Please give me the dignity of the CI world again, and stop the path of popular music."

"

Liu Jingzhuang shook his head slightly: "I don't have that ability. If this popular song can be spread, of course some people like it. I thought..."

Qian Erkang bowed again, interrupted Liu Jingzhuang's words, and said: "Sir, as a master of poetry, it is your duty to bring order out of chaos. On behalf of tens of millions of Confucian students, I ask Liu Daru to uphold justice in the literary world."

Liu Jingzhuang frowned slightly and was about to speak when suddenly a sneer came from behind Liu Jingzhuang.

"You are so fucking shameless. Do you think you are a literary minister? Do you think you represent millions of Confucian scholars?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Luo turned around from behind Liu Jingzhuang and looked coldly at Qian Erkang below. Originally, Chen Luo hadn't planned to come forward, but he couldn't help hearing the anger.

How come there are such cosmic creatures in every world? Every day I think I can represent the whole world.

"Tell me the name of the person you represent, and I will count if there are tens of millions!"

A trace of anger flashed across Qian Erkang's face, but he thought that to be able to chat and laugh with Liu Jingzhuang in a private room, he must be rich or noble. He immediately suppressed his anger and asked: "I am a student of Qingbo Academy.

You are also a member of the Fuci Society. I wonder which college’s literary brother you are from?”

Chen Luo touched his chin and did not answer the other party. He just asked doubtfully: "Qingbo Academy? I've never heard of it!"

At this moment, a voice with a deliberately changed voice suddenly came from another room: "A third-rate academy with no reputation!"

The whole hall burst into laughter, and even Luo Hongnu on the stage couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

Liu Jingzhuang was slightly focused. Why did the voice that changed just now sound familiar?

Qian Erkang and other students' faces were flushed. Qian Erkang gritted his teeth and asked again: "There is a saying in a humble house. If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if it has immortals. How can you laugh at people because of the level of the academy? This young man,

You haven't replied to me yet? Which college are you a student of!"

Chen Luo shrugged: "I'm not a student..."

As soon as these words came out, Qian Erkang and others looked happy, but the other guests had some regrets on their faces. Looking at Chen Luo's age, if he was not a college student, he must have poor talent or no talent at all, and he would be a playboy at most.

But I really have no right to laugh at Qian Erkang and others.

"Since he is not a student of the academy, this young man should stay out of my literary affairs..." Qian Erkang said in a contemptuous tone.

"Who said it has to be a student?" Chen Luo said with sincerity, "Can't it be a professor of the college?"

Qian Erkang was stunned for a moment, then laughed again: "Young master, please stop joking, I have never heard of any academy with such a young..."

But before Qian Erkang finished speaking, Chen Luo took out a jade plaque from his pocket, took a look at it, and said, "This is my professor's nameplate at Zheliu Academy!"

After saying that, he put the jade plaque aside and took out another jade plaque from his pocket: "This is from Red Sleeve Academy..."

"This is from Chunfeng Academy..."

"This is from Bixiao Academy..."

"From Yuntai Academy..."

"From Xuemei Academy..."

"From Haoyue Academy..."

"From Honghu Academy..."

The eight identity plates are lined up, which are the five first-class academies in Zhongjing and the other three top second-rate academies among the eight academies of Daxuan.

Yesterday, Kong Tianfang came over to urge him to update, and he handed all these nameplates to himself. It was not enough not to accept them. Chen Luo also forgot to change his clothes, so he just took them all with him. Unexpectedly, they would come in handy now.

The whole place was silent. Even Luo Hongnu, who had always been as calm as water, raised his head slightly and glanced at Chen Luo again, a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes. No one doubted the authenticity of those nameplates, after all, Liu Jingzhuang was standing next to him.

If he lied about his identity and took out a fake nameplate, but Liu Jingzhuang did not stop him, then Liu Jingzhuang would not be able to survive in the literary world.

Qian Erkang swallowed his saliva. He had never heard that there was such a powerful person in the capital. But the facts were before his eyes and he had to believe it. At this time, he had to retreat in order to advance and bow to the end: "Students cannot see Mount Tai with their eyesight.

Thank you sir. The student was arrogant earlier and admitted his mistake to sir. But I am waiting for this trip just to ban the music. After all, the music is vulgar and humiliating..."

"Fart!" Chen Luo interrupted Qian Erkang, "Who said music must be vulgar?"
Chapter completed!