The sound of the pipa gradually stopped, and the hall was lonely and silent.

Song Zhi lowered his legs and then slowly stood up from the bench, returned the pipa to the girl Qinghui who stood by the beautiful eyes and was shocked, then he walked towards the audience.

Looking at Li Yifan's incredible appearance in the audience, Song Zhi raised a smile on his lips. Without asking, he knew that this person had already admitted defeat.

The reason I chose to pay attention to Li Yifan is that I don’t want to cause trouble because of a small official position. The second is that after Li Yifan spoke, the system prompted: [Convince people with reason: reward 10 points.]

Although there are not many points, Song Zhi is better than nothing now. Now the points have arrived, which means that this guy is convinced.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi looked at the points again.

After completing the tasks of the Longevity Lock and Jade Pearl, he unblocked another layer of demon-suppressing ring. Including these ten points, there are currently 68 points.

At this time, Song Zhi had already walked to Li Yifan, but did not take the initiative to ask.

Li Yifan stood up from the seat with a hard time holding the seat, looking at Song Zhi with a complicated look.

He is a proud and talented man, but his sentiment of learning beauty and savvy is still planted in his heart. Just now, Song Zhi's performance on the stage was like spring and white snow, and with the quiet sorrowful poems that suited the scene, he seemed like a fairy exiled to the dust.

That temperament was natural. He knew that he could only make a joke if he could compete with him, but it was also very painful to let him abandon the fame of Yuanwailang...

"Miss Song, I, Mr. Li... are willing to give in." In the end, Li Yifan gritted his teeth and accepted it.

Seeing that Li Yifan could afford to lose, Song Zhi nodded secretly in his heart.

Through the introduction, he could see that Li Yifan's personality was not only narcissistic, but also was pretty good overall. Otherwise, he would not have been patient in playing musical instruments and writing poems while watching the rain outside the house.

Reciting Li Bai and Du Fu directly upstairs is not a dimensional reduction blow, although that would be boring.

Song Zhi hugged his fists and politely replied:

"Mr. Li's failure this time is not because he is not talented and knowledgeable. He may not be more suitable for this official position than Mr. Li. I believe Mr. Li will definitely achieve great things in the future."

Song Zhi was not deliberately polite, but his thoughts. After all, although Li Yifan in front of him loves officials, he is indeed worthy of his talent.

But when he said this, he was like a river of spring water pouring into his heart. He subconsciously looked at Song Zhi, and then looked at each other with his head down in shame.

The woman in front of her is proficient in music theory and poetry, and her temperament is even better than her, but she can be so low-key and attentive, and even comfort herself...

In contrast, I am so arrogant that I love officialdom and rely on my talent because I am not successful, and I will sue the emperor for crying and complaining about the world. I am still a literati... I am still a man!

Thinking of this, Li Yifan finally felt relieved, took a deep breath and bowed to him and said:

"Li was ashamed of the fact that Miss Song had a peerless music and a brilliant literary talent, and she was able to embrace all the rivers. She is a role model for us. This Minister of Rites... is indeed you."

After he finished speaking, the hall suddenly burst into applause. It was not only to express his admiration for his words, but also to affirm his words. After all, Song Zhi's performance is indeed worthy of being humble and elegant, and he is able to learn from it.

"ah?"

Song Zhicheng's sudden compliments caught off guard and didn't understand why this guy suddenly gave him a big gift. Isn't it said that literati are inferior? Why are you still yelling about this?

Li Yifan stood up and saw Song Zhi panic and ready to squeeze into the crowd and leave. He was already thrust in his heart, who had no malice towards Song Zhi, and asked boldly:

"Miss Song, can you let Li see your true face?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone around could not help but be curious, and they wanted to see the true face of the "talented woman" in front of them, and they heard loud noises.

Song Zhi looked back and saw Li Yifan's careful gaze, and he exclaimed in his heart that something was wrong.

Damn, I wouldn't give you a good look if I had known. I just looked at people with nostrils, and now I'm talking to me about this?

"No!" Song Zhi refused firmly.

Li Yifan felt a little uncomfortable when he was rejected and asked, "Why?"

"What's wrong? I... I'm extremely ugly!"

Song Zhi blurted out without hesitation.

Li Yifan narrowed his eyes and saw that Song Zhidan's phoenix eyes were narrow and charming, his chin was as carved as pink and jade, his small mouth was thin and charming, and his slender snow neck and slender rain hands...

Extremely ugly?

What exactly should the part covered by the facial decoration be distorted to be worthy of these four words?

Just as Song Zhi was about to use his colorless divine power to rank everyone, someone came to help him rescue him.

"Have you never seen a woman? You dare to be so rude to Lord Song."

Song Zhi looked at the sound and found that it was the young man named Situ Yin. He was coming from the crowd at this moment, and no one dared to stop him.

Song Zhi couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He noticed early on that person. Unlike others, this man named Situ Yin was a real monk.

And like Zhu Wushi, Jiang Yazhen, Xiao Nianhe and others, the profile of this person is different from that of ordinary people, and is deep black.

Only show: the middle stage of the God Transformation Realm, the dark attribute monk.

At this age and strength, even if it is considered a top talent among martial artists, he is definitely not a simple person to follow the civil service.

Seeing Song Zhi staring at him, Situ Yin immediately straightened his waist three points. He subconsciously touched his beard with his hands, but found that he had been shaved and pretended to be nothing and carried it behind his back.

With a light cough, he continued to speak, his tone was cold:

"Today's farce is enough. Since Song Zhi has proved himself, you should drink when you should drink, and you should have fun when you should have fun. Don't make things difficult for the officials of the court again."

This is very boring. The powerful people present did not want to provoke Situ Yin, so they had to sit back bored. What happened tonight was enough for them to leave as a topic of conversation after dinner.

Situ Yin stretched out a hand, his slightly gloomy face tried hard to squeeze out a sunny smile, and said:

"Mr. Song, let me speak with you?"

Song Zhi was a little curious about Situ Yin's identity. After all, those who were briefly described as strange colors based on his experience would not be ordinary people. Who is this guy in front of him?

"Just call me Song Zhi."

Song Zhi nodded, wanting to know what Situ Yin is looking for him.

"Very good, please come here for Miss Song."

"Just call me Song Zhi."

"Uh...Miss Song Zhi, please come here."

“…”

Song Zhi gave Li Meng, who was worried on the building, a look of relief, and followed Situ Yin to the outside of the attic.

The drizzle in the exiled immortal courtyard was drizzling, and the peach petals were wet all over the ground. After Situ Yin stood still, he looked at the fallen flowers in the garden with his hands in his arms and started to play deeply, and said with emotion:

"I hate bad weather. Can Miss Song Zhi guess the reason?"

Song Zhi felt something was wrong, and asked with his head raised, "Brother Situ may as well say it directly. A clock here is very expensive."

Situ Yin was stunned by Song Zhi's straightforward answer. After hesitating for a long time, he waited for the atmosphere to warm up again. He finally turned around slowly and said in a magnetic tone:

"Because I hate that I will suddenly... get out of control... I miss you... Uh."

Before he could finish his love words that had been brewing for a long time, he suddenly noticed that behind Song Zhi, there was a tall man in black robe standing at some point, looking down at him coldly.

Song Zhi was waiting for Situ Yin to talk about the serious matters, but he didn't expect that he would say something like this. At this moment, he recalled the fear of being dominated by inferior peanut oil in his previous life.

Song Zhi was full of questions on his face, and he resisted the urge to beat the man and turned around and left, but it turned out to be like hitting a wall.

Song Zhi immediately took a step back and looked up vigilantly, subconsciously thinking that he was Situ Yin's companion.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a young man with a golden pattern and black robe. He had a pair of familiar golden eyes, his special orange-red hair hanging down from behind his ears, and a smile always hung on the corner of his mouth like a knife.

"Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu, Lord Zhu!?"
Chapter completed!