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Mu Feiyan took advantage of the prince's inattention and pulled Su Shuiqu into the dark with a swish sound: "You are stupid. You encouraged the prince to go to Wenyuan. What if the prince falls in love with someone..."
Su Shuiqu said decisively: "The prince would not do that."
"You don't know whether the prince will do that! Let me tell you, it means that Eunuch Lu is not here, otherwise you will be a sinner for the ages."
Su Shuiqu didn't bother to pay attention to his break away: "I know it in my heart. If anything happens, I will take the responsibility."
"Can you afford it! Are you General Ouyang or Sun Qingmu? Don't forget how you followed the prince, and don't think too absolutely about everything!"
Seeing them whispering to each other, Zhou Tian walked over with excitement still lingering: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Are you discussing how to hack Zi Che Shi?"
Discussing how to blackmail you.
Zhou Tian found that Mu Feiyan's buttons had not been clicked on yet, so he quickly stepped forward gently and pulled the beautiful man into his arms to help him click on them: "Why are you so careless? It would be bad if someone sees it."
Mu Feiyan struggled in a hurry! Why didn't you ask who pulled him away? "Let me go!" When he raised his head and the corner of his lips inadvertently brushed against the prince's cheek, Mu Feiyan was stunned for a moment.
Zhou Tian circled him easily and kowtowed for him very seriously: "Is it difficult to do it?"
Mu Feiyan suddenly broke away harder and quickly pushed the prince away: "I'll do it myself!"
Zhou Tian spread his hands in despair: "Whatever, but I remember it wasn't that difficult to untie it?"
Mu Feiyan's face was already red. Hearing what the prince said, he wanted to find a way to get in: "Everything you have ever done has been ripped apart!"
Zhou Tian suddenly realized: "No wonder I didn't know you have so many buttons on your body." Zhou Tian rubbed his chin with a smile and looked at the good-looking Mu Feiyan: "Hey, I used to have a strong taste."
When Mu Feiyan heard this, she wanted to kick him, but Mu Feiyan really did it. She was so angry that she wanted to tear off the prince's open mouth.
Zhou Tian hurriedly jumped away with a smile.
Mu Feiyan quickly pounced on him.
Zhou Tian took advantage of the situation and imprisoned him in his arms, and immediately said shyly: "Don't be in such a hurry, I will treat you well later in the evening."
Mu Feiyan was about to fight back.
Su Shuiqu suddenly said with a calm expression: "Master, you'd better go over there as soon as possible. Master Mu, the buttons on your coat are unbuttoned."
Mu Feiyan hurriedly hid aside to fasten her buttons in shame and anger.
Zhou Tian shrugged boringly: "As for that, I'm not a woman. If you can, you can hide in the room and pass through. Wenyuan will lead the way."
Mu Feiyan hurriedly knelt to follow, but stood on the side of Su Shuiqu, far away from the prince.
When Su Shuiqu saw Mu Feiyan following him, he couldn't help but take another look at him. Thinking of the sentence "Tear it off every time", he felt a little weird for some reason. Men versus men? How did they do it?
Zhou Tian suddenly turned around: "What are you looking at? Lead the way!"
Su Shuiqu quickly came to his senses and stepped forward to follow: "Master, please come this way."
Zhou Tian sneaked closer to Su Shuiqu: "What are you looking at? Is Mu Feiyan not touching his pants? Which one? Which one? Let me see it too?"
Su Shuiqu quickly moved the prince's head back: "The road is ahead." But he thought in his heart that Mu Feiyan was indeed very good-looking. At least Mr. Mu was the one who had served the prince the longest among all the people in Heji County. Su Shuiqu still looked at him.
The prince wanted to turn his head back, but he patted the prince's shoulder solemnly again, asking him to move forward.
"mean."
The Wenyuan and the Art Academy are two completely opposite styles. The Wenyuan is filled with pavilions and pavilions full of chirping birds and the fragrance of flowers, and is filled with the elegance and elegance of scholars. Even the stone boards underfoot carry incomprehensible poems and songs.
But there is one sentence that Zhou Tian understands.
The ink is fragrant when you step on the past and present, and the pen is full of economics and brocade. Thinking about the policies of governing the country in the past life, I don’t know where they are now?
Zhou Tian suddenly stood still, pointing at this easy-to-understand poem, his nose was twisted with anger: "Do you dare to say that this poem is not scolding me?"
Su Shuiqu immediately praised: "The prince is very talented in literature and can understand poetry."
Mu Feiyan laughed: "You are indeed very talented."
Zhou Tian suddenly strangled his neck: "Smile again! I'll take your turn."
"Ahem! Let go, let go! I'm strangled!"
Zhou Qingtian couldn't help but dare to insinuate that he and the emperor were not good. After all, Sun Qingmu and Su Yi had to work hard before they were disappointed with Yan Zhoutian. Why did these well-fed literati also scold her? They
What's wrong with seeing the prince? The prince is just a little bit lewd: "You! Write a poem to help me scold me!"
Su Shuiqu reminded awkwardly: "My subordinate is a water minister and is not very proficient in poetry. The young master can ask Master Mu."
Mu Feiyan quickly took a step back, fearing that the prince would rush up and mistreat him: "I will never help the tyrants do evil!" After saying that, he quickly took a step back, determined not to let the prince catch him, but there was no fear in his heart, and he subconsciously felt that
The prince will not kill him.
Seeing this, Zhou Tian pointed at them and criticized loudly: "Idiots! You can't use them at all. You have to look at me at the critical moment." Zhou Tian's mouth opened slightly, and the Tang poetry and diction from the primary school textbook flashed through his mind, and then he quickly
I flashed through the Song lyrics and Tang poems in the primary school textbook, and finally flashed through the Wen and Tang poems in the primary school textbook. Suddenly I found that not a single sentence was a curse, and I sighed: "I am indeed a civilized person!"
Su Shuiqu's face was covered in cold sweat, wondering what the prince was going to do. It turned out that he had been holding it in for a long time and couldn't even utter a word.
"Okay, mother, I'll be honest with you."
What a mess, it’s not a good thing to hear.
Passing through this long corridor full of "saucy articles", in front of me is the poem manuscript of "Broken Walls and Thousand Blades". Using stone as the industry, hook as the pen, and martial arts as the ink, I opened a piece of poems and articles that are both civil and military. It is magnificent.
The momentum instantly concealed the weakness of the literati, showing the extraordinary and resolute character of the literati.
People like Zhou Tian who don't understand poetry are a little bit crazy. Ji Xia really has the ability to be proud of Yanguo. The Thousand Cliffs Tendency alone is enough to be spectacular and grand.
Mu Feiyan explained: "The people who can write poems here are the most powerful literary guests every year. This place is also known as the 'Flying Invitation to the Prime Minister's Mansion', but..."
"But after the prince is no longer a thing, there will no longer be Wenhou and generals here." Zhou Tian strode away from here and went straight to Wenke's front hall.
The elegance and charm of the pavilions and pavilions suddenly came over, and the elegant and comfortable environment disappeared from the hustle and bustle just now. There were dozens of people at most and seven or eight people gathered in the pavilion to talk about poems and pairs, discuss ancient music and ancient music, and talk about the beauty of things.
The article talks about the character of the literati.
"Master Zhou, please come this way."
Zhou Tian noticed that there were six people from the art academy who came in with her. I am afraid that these people are all qualified to compete for the most committed people in the 'Prayer Meeting'.
"Mr. Zhou, our young master invites you to come over. If you two adults don't mind, my young master still invites you."
"Thank you, Mr. Ziche."
Zi Cheshi's pavilion is located in the northernmost position. Although it is remote, it is more prestigious. The faint sound of the piano floats out from the north and is still clear and clear among more than a hundred pavilions. Hundreds of pianos compete with each other, and one has a unique rhyme. A hundred pavilions are dominated by one room.
, which is the northernmost 'Zhuangyuan Pavilion'.
There was a young man writing something in the middle of the pavilion, and others either agreed or frowned in appreciation.
Zi Cheshi was holding a teacup and leaning on the soft couch to rest in a bored manner.
Mo Ping and the other two luthiers concentrated on playing the qin, surrounded by flowers and grass, the spring scenery of growing grass and flying orioles was brought to life under the exquisite acting skills of several luthiers.
Seeing Zhou Tian come in, Zi Che Shi reluctantly glanced at him and looked away calmly.
Su Shuiqu felt a little confused, thinking that Mr. Ziche might have misunderstood the prince.
While Su Shuiqu was in a daze, Zhou Tian passed by the man in the middle and sat directly next to Zi Cheshi: "We meet again."
Seeing this, Zi Cheshi suddenly looked at Zhou Tian?
The literati below also looked at the newcomers in surprise.
Mo Ping glanced at Zhou Tian, and the sound of the piano flowed under the strings without any influence.
A young man stepped forward and asked in amazement: "Master, do you want to challenge Mr. Mo's piano skills?"
Zhou Tian looked at Zi Cheshi in surprise: No?
Seeing this, Zi Che suddenly wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh and turned away his head. Doesn't this person not know what the position where he is sitting means? Ahem.
An old man sitting at the bottom frowned slightly: "Don't you know, sir, that the one sitting on the left is 'Qin Yi Tiao Mo Ping' and the one on the right is 'Mr. Poetry Zheng'?"
Damn! No one said anything!
Zi Cheshi looked at Zhou Tian's stupid expression and quickly drank water to hide the smile between his brows.
The old man continued: "Young Master just happened to take up the piano skill, which is the meaning of 'playing the piano against Young Master Mo'. Please follow the rules and the first challenge will not be invalid. May I ask Young Master if you want to play the piano with Young Master Mo?"
The pavilion instantly became quiet, looking with sympathy and curiosity at the leader of the art academy who had a prayer card hanging on his waist. The only challenge he had was to challenge Mo Ping. Wouldn't that mean he missed the final promise?
Su Shuiqu quickly looked at Mu Feiyan.
What could Mu Feiyan do? He could only pretend to be invisible and look away. He tried so hard just now and couldn't catch the prince. He deserved to suffer! But he was also worried about the prince in his heart. He didn't know how many brushes the prince had in literature.
You know? This time it’s very embarrassing.
Mo Ping stopped playing the piano and started tuning it with a normal expression.
A child brought a jade qin and placed it next to Zhou Tian: "Please Mr. Zhou tune the qin."
The eyes in the pavilion instantly focused on Zhou Tian. Even people from the pavilion next to him came to watch the excitement. A group of people looked at Zhou Tian up and down as if he were a precious species.
"No one has dared to challenge Mr. Mo for three years. What is the origin of this man?"
"I don't know. I heard that he is the leader of the art academy. He probably came here for the promise."
"To pick Mr. Mo for a promise, is this guy out of his mind..."
"who knows."
Zhou Tian frowned and looked at Zi Cheshi.
Zi Cheshi turned away his head and his expression had already returned to normal: "Master Zhou is indeed a hero among men. Zi Che admires him."
Zhou Tian suddenly smiled: "Zi Che, haven't I told you that I started learning piano at the age of three?"
Zi Cheshi suddenly looked at Zhou Tian, but then he was relieved: "I will wait for Mr. Zhou's results."
Zhou Tian approached Zi Cheshi fiercely: "Believe it or not, I won and asked you to warm the prince's bed."
Zi Cheshi smiled innocently and said: "Young Master Zhou must have the ability to win. In terms of piano skills alone, even Sun Qingmu can't beat him."
Zhou Tian touched Zi Che's head very confidently and said, "I'm waiting for the day when you can warm the prince's bed." After saying that, he immediately returned to his seat, playing the piano and tuning it, with a natural and skillful technique.
Mu Feiyan couldn't help but be a little surprised. The prince could play the piano. He thought the prince could only play human bones.
"Is that person familiar with Mr. Ziche?"
"Could it be the third young master?"
"impossible."
"But just now he...Mr. Ziche wasn't angry yet?"
Zhou Tian can indeed play the piano, but she is not confident enough to compete with a master of the guqin. As for her qin skills, even if she plays "Mountains and Flowing Waters" at the moment, she is not as good as Mo Ping's attainments in the qin sound. Therefore, she can only play tricks in the guzheng world.
There are only a few songs that can be said to be the best. Those with music and no words are not selected, and those with color and no evidence are not selected. Then only "Wen Wang Cao" and "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" are left that she can barely master.
Zhou Tian decisively chose the latter. "Spring River" is a masterpiece of ancient pronunciation and poetry, and it is just right for Dou Mo Ping.
Zhou Tian looked at Che Shi and smiled maliciously.
Zi Cheshi responded with a faint smile, indicating that he was asking you to do whatever you want.
Su Shuiqu quietly pulled Mu Feiyan and asked in a low voice: "Prince plays the piano?"
How does Mu Feiyan know: "She is playing now anyway?"
Mo Ping's debugging was the first to stop.
Sunday also stopped later.
The venue instantly fell silent, and everyone's eyes were instantly focused on them, but they were all waiting for Mr. Mo's performance of the piano music.