The sound was like a bell ringing, which scared Song Zhi, who was not far away, to death.

Song Zhi looked back and couldn't help but slowly raised his head, tilted his face and was stunned.

Behind him was a burly man two meters tall, with his two thick arms stretching his loose robe until his hair was tight and nodding to himself.

Hey... This person was not the one who greeted Zhu Wushi at the city gate that day...

Xiang Ding glanced at Song Zhi in shock, and then he had to slap his big hand on the railing, and said carelessly:

"Wow, Is it so aggressive to fight literati?"

Xiang Ding stretched out a finger and pointed at Li Yifan, grinning and said without hesitation:

"I think you are so lard that you are so confused. He even dares to question the will of the emperor. Are you crazy about being an official?"

Li Yifan didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin would appear halfway, and he always claimed to be a scholar. He was so angry that he was said to be panting, and his hand holding a paper umbrella turned slightly blue.

But when he saw Xiang Ding's chest muscles that could kill him, his hard fist was defecated again.

After all, I am just a scholar and have not even awakened from Fu. I dare to talk back to such a monster from the military general family. If I accidentally get beaten out of the Xiang family, I will be embarrassed by that time.

Cao Shu, who had not spoken, stepped forward and clasped his fists in a muffled voice, "This is Xiang Duwei. This is a contest between literati. Please don't want to participate."

Xiang Ding didn't care whether to give them face or not. The Xiang family and the Zhu family have been in harmony for generations because they never do business in the court. His father was also one of the generals of the court, and they all called him the young general in private. In addition, he was born as a military general, so he was not afraid of the parents and children of the Shangshu like Cao Shu.

He only knew that Zhu Wushi asked him to come out and rescue Song Zhi.

"What a big deal, a few big men are pointing at a weak woman here. What are you looking at? When you say you are so stern, you come up and punch me twice."

Li Yifan was so angry that he was anxious to pee, his face turned red and his fingers roared:

"I want to sue the emperor!"

Song Zhi hurried forward to stop Xiang Ding's next words, Xiang Ding turned his head and gave me a look. Song Zhi's mouth slightly twitched, as if ten thousand alpacas flew past him.

What is a weak woman? Is Zhu Wushi so strict? This reckless man really doesn't know his background.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Please stop talking about Xiang Duwei, I will solve my own business." Song Zhi spoke quickly.

Seeing Song Zhi's serious look, Xiang Ding said seriously: "Miss Song, you don't understand. This person surnamed Li does have some talent for poetry. He just wants you to make a fool of himself, and in the end he will make trouble for His Majesty."

Song Zhi nodded: "I know, I'll be done if I believe me."

"oh?"

Xiang Ding lowered his head, but he could only see Song Zhi's head, but he could hear the confidence in Song Zhi's words, and he smiled and stopped stopping: "I'm so troubled, so wait for Miss Song to teach them a lesson."

"With me here, they dare not make things difficult for you."

Song Zhi nodded gratefully, then turned around to the handrail, shouting to Li Yifan below:

"Mr. Li, I know you are not convinced by this result. Since you long for a fair literary competition, I will satisfy your wish."

"If you lose, I won't sit here if I give this position to me. It's yours..."

"If I win... I hope Mr. Li won't bother about this matter again."

Li Yifan was about to swallow this breath, but when he went to the gate of the imperial city tomorrow, he suddenly heard Song Zhi's open-minded speech, and his eyes lit up and swayed the paper fan and responded loudly:

"Okay! Miss Song is so arrogant. If Li loses, he will naturally apologize and will never mention this matter."

Of course, although he was very loud, he was secretly happy that he would lose to a female? Wouldn't he learn all the hard work of a pig after fifteen years of hard study?

Situ Yin's eyes also changed. He looked at the figure standing proudly like Han Mei on the upstairs, feeling a little ashamed of his malicious speculation just now.

hehe...

Song Zhi straightened his back, looked at Li Yifan's confident look and smiled slightly, and walked slowly towards the stairs.

Everyone's eyes moved with Song Zhi's figure. Although Song Yuanwailang was wearing a facial decoration, they were all old fry. Naturally, they could see that this woman's temperament was unparalleled. Just from the exposed slender white jade hands, the clues could be seen, and the beauty could not run away.

Only Situ Yin knew that this beauty was a bit beyond the ordinary.

Song Zhi came to the hall and slowly walked to Li Yifan's side. The crowd automatically separated him a path.

After standing still, Song Zhi looked at Li Yifan, who was about the same height as him, and asked lightly:

"I wonder what Brother Li wants to compete with me?"

Looking at Song Zhi who was so close to him, Li Yifan felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by the clear and lively eyes behind the mask, especially the woman had a fragrance on her body, just like his favorite summer morning, the lingering mist lingering among the pine forest, every trace of which was refreshing.

"Bi,Bi music theory."

"Music theory?" Song Zhi didn't understand for a moment.

Seeing that Song Zhi didn't understand, Li Yifan didn't think of taking the opportunity to laugh at him, but explained patiently:

"Simply put, the Ministry of Rites is responsible for judging literary style and talent. Its officials need to master at least one musical instrument to cultivate sentiment, and they can do whatever they want. This is the primary condition for joining the Ministry of Rites."

Song Zhi now understands, does he play musical instruments...

Song Zhi, in his previous life, tried to learn several musical instruments when he was a child, and all ended with the teacher's voluntary refund of money and asked Song's father and mother to take him away. This is the shadow of his childhood.

"It seems that it's not possible to do without technology." Song Zhi murmured to himself.

Seeing that Song Zhi was indifferent, Li Yifan took a step back quite gentlemanly, took out a slender bamboo flute from the storage bag next to his crotch and held it in his hand, looked at Song Zhi and said:

"Then Li will give Miss Song a sample."

Song Zhi gestured forward with one hand: "Please give me some advice."

Li Yifan took a deep breath and slowly placed the bamboo flute next to his mouth. At this moment, everyone in the hall was silent in a tacit understanding. Everyone was waiting to listen to Li Yifan's flute sound.

I heard that this talented man was not only capable of improvising poetry, but also proficient in musical music, especially flutes and long-hole instruments such as Xiao.

Li Yifan's fingers moved slightly, and as his lips and teeth changed, the flute sound slowly rang. The flute sound was melodious and ethereal, pleasant and pleasant, as if the crane was crying, and it was endlessly surrounded by three feet.

Song Zhi nodded frequently when he heard it. This song was indeed played vividly by Li Yifan.

After the song was over, Song Zhi asked, "What kind of song is this."

"Miss Song, this song is called 'Facial Fairy'."

For some reason, after playing the flute song, Li Yifan opened his eyes and saw Song Zhi in front of him. Most of the nameless fire in his heart had disappeared, and his mood gradually calmed down.

Song Zhi nodded: "It sounds really nice."

Li Yifan was stunned and was at a loss.

So many people are watching, wouldn’t it make me look stingy when you say this? But why are you feeling a little happy...

Song Zhi looked around, worried that he had no musical instruments and suddenly noticed the pipa under the feet of the Qinghui girl on the dew stage.

So under the expectation of everyone, Song Zhi slowly took the stage. Miss Qinghui understood the inquiry in Song Zhi's eyes and handed Song Zhi's hands on her hand to Song Zhi.

After thanking, Song Zhi looked at the unfamiliar musical instrument in his hand and recited silently in his heart:

[Special skill redemption coupon (red), redemption!]

【Learn: Proficient in Music Theory】

Opening his eyes again, the pipa seemed to have become a part of Song Zhi's body.

Song Zhi shook his head, and his long hair suddenly scattered, like a black waterfall in the air. Then he sat on the bench, naturally resting one leg on the other, lowered his chin and drooped his eyes, and his slender fingers slowly buckled the strings of the pipa.

As the body swayed gently, the first sound came quietly.

In the quiet night, the sound of the pipa is lingering and floating, as if lingering with endless imagination and thoughts, arousing the loneliness in people's hearts and slowly jumping into the sky...

Outside the open door, the drizzle suddenly drifted away again, the crisp tingling sound on the stone slabs mixed with the ripples of the spring water, the peach blossoms were wet by the rain, and the sound of the wind blowing across the eaves was also very nice.

Song Zhi's thin lips were also gently opened at this moment:

"Who is playing the nocturne in the spring night, and I feel lazy to wear clothes when I get up..."

Everyone's thoughts returned to reality with Song Zhi's words, a silent scroll spread out from their hearts, and a fresh and mysterious sound of nature in their ears...

"When I turn and turn, I push the window and see, a tree of flowers and rain falls into a stream."

After Song Zhi finished playing a song, he put his hand on the sound of the pipa and looked at Li Yifan with a calm gaze.

At this moment, in the hall, all the people closed their eyes and were still immersed in the song just now and didn't want to wake up. Only Li Yifan had already sat in the seat, trembling all over, staring at Song Zhi tightly.

In addition to him, there was another person in the building, silently watching Song Zhi's back on the second floor.

"How many things do you have that I don't know..."

Zhu Wushi did not wake Xiang Ding up, leaning against the fence. The golden flames that were pounding in the tiger's eyes had stopped, and were as deep as water at this moment.
Chapter completed!