"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places..."
Sima Yutang held the pipa in his arms, and the ethereal voice came around. Gradually, the originally noisy and impetuous atmosphere became quiet.
"This song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·On What Days Will the Bright Moon Come" was arranged just right by Yutang."
Huangfu Jingyu held the wine glass in his hand, with some emotion on his face. He saw something from the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. Then he leaned against the table and said with a half-smile, "Brother Three Emperors, are you immersed in it?"
?The music played by everyone at Yan is truly extraordinary."
"Huh? Well, it is indeed extraordinary."
The handsome young man with mixed thoughts was shocked when Huangfu Jingyu said this, but he quickly came back to his senses, talking nonsense, but his mind was not here.
"What are you looking for, Brother Sanhuang?"
Huangfu Jingyu drank the fine wine, glanced at the handsome young man, and then pretended to look around, "Brother Three Emperors, do you want to find Rong Zhuguo? Do you want me to give you a shout?"
"No, no."
The handsome young man whose tail was stepped on completely lost his initial indifference. He first refused, then frowned and said, "My dear sister, please don't interfere with my listening to the music."
"All right."
Huangfu Jingyu pretended to be aggrieved and said: "I wanted to help Brother Three Emperors, but I made Brother Three Emperors dislike me."
Handsome young man: "..."
"This Jingyu is still so eccentric."
In the Babao Mingtang, the middle-aged man who saw this scene shook his head with a smile, "Whoever wants to take advantage of her will have great difficulty, not even me."
"The third princess Bingxue is smart but kind-hearted."
The old eunuch smiled and agreed.
"Everything else is good, but I hate evil so much."
The middle-aged man sighed with emotion: "It's a pity... I'm not a man, otherwise I wouldn't have to worry."
The old eunuch lowered his head and spoke in silence. He knew that His Majesty missed the deceased prince. Even he did not dare to interrupt easily due to such a taboo.
"There are various aspects of life, and this statement can be interpreted inside and outside the Mingtang."
The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his hands, looking out with his deep eyes. He could see the high platform built outside the Eight Treasures Hall and the people sitting there.
"Your Majesty, do you want to show off?"
The old eunuch thought for a moment and bowed his hands.
"No hurries."
The middle-aged man turned around and said, "The first rankings of the final selection have not been ranked yet. I am showing them now. Doesn't that affect their speculation?"
"Your Majesty, this old slave doesn't look very good when he sees Rong Zhuguo."
The old eunuch followed closely behind. Although he knew what was going on, he still pretended not to know.
"This person always thinks that he is the smartest. No one in the world can see what he does or thinks except himself."
A sneer appeared at the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "If people don't know what to do unless they do it themselves, I'm sick, but I'm not stupid yet. He can't win alone. It shouldn't just be his face. There are some things.
It's time to settle the accounts."
It looks like Rongzhu's government is going to be in trouble.
Will that affect the third prince?
When the old eunuch heard this, he began to think secretly in his heart.
Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger.
Although the old eunuch has been with the emperor for more than ten years and has a lot of power and status, he does not dare to easily intervene when it comes to the matter of seizing the heir.
The more secrets you know, the more you fear death.
"You think, can Chu Ling be ranked first in the first round of this final selection?"
Listening to the ethereal sound outside the Mingtang, the middle-aged man lifted his robe and sat on the throne. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip, "I never expected that the Wangyou Lake Poetry Festival would allow me to meet such a genius.
There is a connection with Duke Shun and he still behaves so eye-catchingly, I really hope he can win the final election this time."
"I don't know, I don't know. I don't understand the art of poetry."
The old eunuch said truthfully: "However, Chu Ling's performance is so eye-catching, and the poems he wrote can make even His Majesty praise him. I think this first place in the first place should be given to Chu Ling, right?"
"Slippery."
The middle-aged man smiled and pointed at the old eunuch, "Go and see how those reviews are going?"
"Here."
The old eunuch immediately bowed in response.
Looking at the old eunuch's leaving figure, the smile on the middle-aged face disappeared, and that cold look reflected his inner state at the moment.
…
"Yes, the young master's song "Shui Tiao Song Tou·When Will the Bright Moon Come" can be regarded as the essence of this girl's interpretation." Jun Hanlin held the wine bottle and looked at Sima Yutang who had finished singing this line, without any stinginess.
He praised: "After all, she is the daughter of the current prime minister. Her talent is indeed extraordinary, but it is a pity..."
"What's the pity?"
When Xiang Yannian heard this, he raised his head curiously and asked, "Brother Jun has fallen in love with that sister?"
"Pfft~"
Jun Hanlin, who was drinking, suddenly spurted out the drink from his mouth.
"Ha ha."
Chu Ling and Su Shisan looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
"Sir, did I say something wrong?"
Xiang Yannian was a little embarrassed and turned to look at Chu Lingdao.
"No."
Chu Ling smiled and waved her hands, "It's not that you made a mistake, it's that your brother Jun had something in his words."
Jun Hanlin snorted coldly and looked away.
Originally, he was thinking about Gong Gonghuo, but Xiang Yannian interrupted him.
"Brother Chu, it seems that this Wangyou Lake Poetry Contest really contains a great opportunity."
Su Shisan calmed down and walked to Chu Ling's side, "Even talented women like Sima Yutang have come here. It seems that some things have become clear."
"maybe."
The corners of Chu Ling's mouth turned up slightly, "I also want to congratulate Brother Su first."
"Brother, what are you talking about?"
Yun Chuan looked confused and looked at Chu Ling and the others curiously, "Young Master Su did not attend this Wangyou Lake Poetry Recital. Why did Senior Brother want to congratulate Mr. Su?"
"Don't say it, don't say it."
Chu Ling smiled and waved her hands and said: "Let's go, before the first round rankings are announced, I'll continue drinking."
"good."
Su Shisan echoed.
Although Chu Ling didn't know why he held this Wangyou Lake Poetry Meeting, on such an occasion, Yan Yutang, who had previously appeared at the Longshou Bieyuan literary banquet, and Sima Yu, the daughter of the prime minister of the dynasty,
Tang, when you perform a song in Babao Mingtang, everything becomes intriguing.
It is true that Dugu Sheng is one of the Nine Pillar Kingdoms of Feng Dynasty. He holds extremely high power and status, but it also depends on who he is compared with.
There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. This person, no matter what time, should not think that he can control everything, otherwise he will fall down at some point.
In Chu Ling's eyes, he was afraid that some of Rongzhu's Dugu Sheng's behavior had aroused his dissatisfaction and even disgust in his heart. Once something in the temple escaped, any reaction would be
It will cause a chain effect, and the meaning of beating is obvious.