Everyone turned to the screen one after another. Whether they were the Tsing Yi staff or the young masters from various families, they all praised him, "Young Master Haoyu's calligraphy is full of dragons and phoenixes. His strokes are round and graceful. In my opinion, it is even better than Mr. Xubai's calligraphy."
More concessions!"
Young Master Haoyu laughed, neither proud nor modest, and he did not comment on what everyone said.
There was a sudden clang from the screen, and everyone fell silent.
After the crisp sound, there was a burst of dense and clear sound of the guqin. The sound of the guqin was like running water flowing over the earth, like the bright moon outside the window, clanging and ringing all around Fengmingxuan.
Accompanied by the sound of the piano, a song suddenly sounded, "When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. I dance to clear the shadows, what's the difference?
In the human world? Turning around the Zhu Pavilion, lowering the curtains of the house, the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, why do we have to be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, the moon waxes and wanes, this is difficult to do in ancient times. I hope that people will live long, and we will be together thousands of miles apart.
Chanjuan."
The singer's voice was mellow, sometimes mellow, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes as low as a chant, and sometimes singing loudly. That voice actually carried an irresistible magic power, and it perfectly interpreted the lingering pathos, boldness and open-mindedness in the words!
Everyone in the hall closed their eyes and listened with bated breath. Except for the slight sound of the wind, there was no other sound!
"Wonderful! It's really wonderful! Miss Qingfeng is indeed worthy of the song "Zhongzhou Mingfeng", which conveys the realm of the meaning of the words so wonderfully! What's even more rare is the "Jinling Miaoshou" Yan Jia, whose elegant and quiet music complements each other.
, it’s a feast for our ears, it’s a worthwhile trip! It’s really a worthwhile trip!” Liu Chengyou’s staff twirled their beards in admiration.
Everyone expressed their feelings one after another. All kinds of flattery words were heard all of a sudden, and even Fu Zhaoxin was not exempt from the vulgarity.
Kang Long laughed out loud, but the sound was very low and was covered up by the flattery of everyone. But Young Master Haoyu stood next to him and heard his expression and voice clearly. Young Master Haoyu's expression at this moment
It was very strange. There seemed to be something that he couldn't figure out. He was silent for a moment. Hearing Kang Long's chuckle, he asked strangely: "Brother Kang, what's wrong?"
At the same time, the four screens moved away, revealing five wonderful people.
In the hall, what was originally a flood of flattering words suddenly turned into the sound of gasping, followed by breath holding, and there was no more sound.
Young Master Haoyu's words seemed very strange when asked at this sudden moment of stillness.
"Mr. Kang, do you think that the lyrics of this song are not satisfactory? Or is it that Sister Yan's music has not reached the artistic conception of your lyrics?" Qingfeng Tingting walked towards Kang Long, and everyone around him was attracted by the five beauties in front of him.
The beauties were so amazed that they all felt their mouths were dry and they could not speak.
Sure enough, as rumored, the green phoenix is charming to the bone, the jade hank is graceful and graceful, Yuan Jiyao is brilliant and wild, and Feng Wurong is elegant and graceful.
Yan Shiniang was sitting in the middle, with a simple Yaoqin in front of her. She was wearing a white veil, so her true face could not be seen clearly, but both in terms of figure and temperament, she looked demure when paired with a white one-piece gauze skirt.
The fairies are not stained by fine dust.
The five people were dressed in different colors. Qingfeng was wearing a red gauze, and her exquisite and convex body was looming, making all the men want to tear her gauze to pieces immediately and crush her to pieces.
Yu Han was wearing a sky blue double-breasted blouse, a crimson venetian skirt, and a pink undergarment that was lightly exposed. Her towering breasts were eye-catching.
Yuan Jiyao wore a purple half-length blouse paired with light red slim-leg trousers, which made her tall figure look even more graceful and wild.
Feng Wurong, however, is wearing a lake green one-piece gauze skirt, light pink slutty clothes, and a high bun with her hair rolled up like a hibiscus, making her look particularly elegant and charming.
"Haha, Miss Qingfeng, your singing voice is like the sound of nature, and Miss Yan's piano sound is even more wonderful. It completely fits the artistic conception of this poem. How could I have other ideas?" Kang Long said calmly.
"Then why did Young Master Kang laugh just now?" Yan Shiniang, who had been sitting behind the Yao Qin, suddenly spoke. Her voice was as sweet and melodious as Qingfeng.
Kang Long was surprised. He didn't expect that Yan Shiniang could hear his chuckle just now, mixed in with the noise of everyone, and separated by a screen, so clearly, and knew that it was him.
Kang Long's embarrassment flashed away and he laughed dryly and said: "Hey, Miss Yan really has a good ear. I just think that you and Miss Qingfeng sing together, which is amazing in the world. You can express what you feel. Hehe, you can express what you feel.
, has absolutely no other meaning!”
"Hee hee, Mr. Kang, why do you think your laughter is so disdainful and mocking?" Qingfeng's eyes flashed, and she smiled sweetly. When everyone was fascinated by the teasing, she suddenly attacked Kang Long and asked.
Everyone looked at Kang Long, looking at him like a fly. How could there be such an ignorant and crude man in this world, who dared to laugh at Nan Yan and Beifeng.
Liu Chengyou puffed out his chest and belly, acting like a man, and said contemptuously: "I have long thought that this person is vulgar, and he dares to laugh at Miss Qingfeng and Sword Master Yan. I don't know how to live or die. Hum, Miss Qingfeng, as long as you give me an order
, I am willing to serve as a pawn and teach this ungrateful idiot a lesson for you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several young masters actually agreed with what he said, and they all wanted to show off in front of the five wonderful people and teach Kang Long a lesson.
Yan Shiniang was not only the most famous courtier in Jinling, but also the court swordsman of the Southern Tang royal family. She was not only sought after, but also respected. It is said that she had mastered the true biography of Gongsun Auntie, the palace swordsman of the Tang Dynasty, and her swordsmanship was extraordinary and holy.
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Kang Long dared to laugh at Qingfeng and Yan Jianshi, which naturally aroused everyone's dissatisfaction.
Fu Zhaoxin secretly pulled Kang Long from behind and signaled him to apologize quickly.
Young Master Haoyu glanced at everyone with a leisurely look, a mysterious smile appeared on his lips, and said: "I feel that Brother Kang has unique insights into the ensemble of Qingfeng and Yan Jianshi, why don't you listen to him?"
Damn it, what are you doing, do you want me to make a fool of myself? Kang Long yelled in his heart, he didn’t know anything about music and lyrics. If he wanted to talk about wielding a sword, sneak attacks and assassinations, he would do his best. If he wanted to talk about piano and music,
, just stare.
Qingfeng and others saw that Kang Long looked embarrassed and blushed. They had already guessed that this kid knew shit about music. They must have laughed at the unbearable expression of the audience. Then they sneered in a low voice, but they didn't expect to be laughed at.
Listened to it attentively.
"Mr. Kang, did you really write this poem?" Yan Shiniang's jewel-like eyes, which were not covered by the white gauze, looked at him with doubts, but there was obvious disbelief.
When everyone heard this, they all looked at Kang Long. Yes, this kid doesn't even know the music. How could he write such good lyrics? Could it be that he plagiarized it from somewhere or asked someone to write it for him?
The more everyone thought about it, the more they felt it was possible. Even Fu Zhaoxin and Young Master Haoyu began to doubt it, let alone the staff and young masters.
"So what if this poem wasn't written by Brother Kang? Huh, some people clearly hired counselors to write for themselves and wrote a few crooked poems, and they wanted to show off in front of all the beauties!" Wu Qihui walked up to Kang Long and took a picture. Patting him on the shoulder to express comfort, he glanced sideways at Liu Chengyou.
Liu Chengyou was about to take this opportunity to criticize Kang Long first, and then read out a poem that he had memorized for several nights to show off, so as to win the beauty's heart. He did not want to be angered by Wu Qihui's words. Staring at Wu Qihui viciously, he said fiercely: "Wu Qihui, if you dare to ridicule me, I will never let you go today! Just wait for me. If you can easily return to Xiazhou from Hedong, I will Take your last name!"
Wu Qihui's father was the governor of Dingnan. If he wanted to return from Luoyang, the capital, to Xiazhou, the prefecture of Dingnan, he had to either go up the Zhuolang River, enter Wuding River, and enter Xiazhou, or go along the west side of Luliang Mountain. The official road goes all the way north, passes through Jiangzhou, Cizhou, enters Shizhou, turns west, enters Suizhou, and returns to Xiazhou.
But no matter which road he takes, he must pass through the Hedong Pass. No wonder Liu Chengyou dared to be so arrogant and threatened to intercept Wu Qihui on his way back.
Wu Qihui jumped up and became furious, "Liu Chengyou, just let your horse come over! See if I am afraid of you!" The Dingnan Jiedushi and the Hedong Jiedushi ruled across the river. The two sides have always wanted to annex each other. However, because the matter was so important, both parties held back and waited for the opportunity, but their conflicts did not happen overnight.
This time the representatives of the Jiedu Envoys met for an alliance. Originally, Feng Dao, the prime minister of the dynasty, issued a letter to Qingyi in various places, urging the representatives of the Jiedu Envoys from each town to lead troops into Kyoto.
In fact, representatives of various military governors did bring different numbers of soldiers and horses to the capital this time. These soldiers and horses are now all stationed in Mengjin, northwest of Luoyang. The situation in this area has been determined, and they will go down the Zhuolang River and enter the canal. Take a boat directly to Yedu to resist the Khitan army.
Liu Chengyou actually used this as a threat. I'm afraid that if this happens, the parties will definitely fall out with Hedong and start a fight. This will not be conducive to the current situation.
Young Master Haoyu frowned and glanced at Liu Chengyou displeasedly, secretly scolding him for being narrow-minded. But he had no choice but to intervene, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
"Two young masters, we are all allies. We will only talk about romance tonight, no matter what else. How about shaking hands and making peace? If there is a conflict during the invasion of foreigners, it will only cause pain to the loved ones and happiness to the enemies!"
"Young Master Haoyu, as you have seen, it was this boy who made the rude remarks, not me who was using my power to bully others!" Liu Chengyou said, squeezing his neck.
Haoyu had never seen that he was still so stubborn. He frowned even more. He glanced at Qingfeng. Qingfeng understood and smiled sweetly, attracting everyone's attention. Then he poured two glasses of wine and twisted his slim waist. Walking to Liu Chengyou and Wu Qihui, she said in her unique charming voice: "The two young masters are very romantic and uninhibited, and the slave family is very attracted to them. How about drinking this cup and turning the hostility into friendship?"
Liu Chengyou took the opportunity to grab Qingfeng's tender white hand, and said with a smile on his face: "When the beauty opens her mouth, how can I not show off my face?"
Wu Qihui snorted softly. He didn't want to make things too tense. He took the jade cup from Qingfeng's hand, stared at Qingfeng, then drank the wine in the cup and sat back.
Qingfeng inadvertently withdrew the jade hand held by Liu Chengyou, laughed a few times, and then said: "Mr. Kang, you haven't answered Sister Yan's question yet, but I think you must have filled in this word, right?"
Kang Long really wanted to catch this girl, pin her down on the bed and spank her. Damn it, he finally managed to divert the conversation elsewhere, but this charming woman actually brought the topic to him again.
He simply prepared to let go and teach these two self-righteous so-called talented women a lesson. They became prostitutes and pretended to be noble. What the hell? Did you learn from Bicai? After all, I came from time-travel and got a thousand more. After many years of experience, I can’t tell you if you don’t believe me.
"Haha! Of course I made this word, believe it or not, it's up to you, but I do think your level is not that good!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of gasping and mocking laughter sounded in the hall at the same time. It was really shocking and endless.