For him, the last person to come up, Xue Ziyi had a trace of curiosity, and also wanted to see what he could write.

picked up what Lu Feng wrote and looked at it, and was immediately full of interest in him.

Wangjiang Tower, Wangjiang Flow, Wangjiang Tower, Wangjiang Tower, Jianglou Ages, River Flow;

Printing the moon well, printing the moon shadow, printing the moon shadow in the printing moon well, the moon well for ten thousand years, the moon shadow for ten thousand years!

The battle is neat and the writing is flying, which is even more perfect than Wang Xuan's.

Putting Wang Xuan's and Lu Feng's aside, the maid behind her immediately understood what she meant.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my young lady has been elected, as for Young Master Wang Xuan and this son, please move and continue in the Qingshuyuan. The maid said to Wang Xuan and Lu Feng.

"It's a pity that people look down on us. ”

"I want to be liked by Miss Xue as the one you wrote, so let's dream. ”

"That is, who doesn't know, Miss Xue is the first talented girl in Mengdu. ”

"I really envy that kid, Wang Xuan just forget it, why did he get into Miss Xue's eyes and go to Qingshuyuan. After speaking, he followed Xue Ziyi and left first.

As soon as this maid said this, everyone in the audience immediately turned their attention to Lu Feng, envious, jealous, and said anything.

"Take care of it yourself, Ye Wan'er, let's go back first. Zhuge Yue said.

"Huh, can't we go?" Ye Wan'er was unwilling, she saw another side of Lu Feng today, and she still wanted to see it.

"Wan'er, go back first, and I'll tell you more when I come back. Lu Feng said out loud, go to an unfamiliar place, it's better not to let her follow, although he believes that Xue Ziyi will not have bad intentions.

"Okay. Seeing him speak, Ye Wan'er could only follow Zhuge Yue back to the inn.

After a while, the crowd in the field was almost dispersed, and only Wang Xuan and Lu Feng remained.

"Little brother, you are good, you can let Ziyi keep you, my name is Wang Xuan, what about you?" Lu Feng thought that Wang Xuan should be hostile to him, but he didn't expect that he would put his arms around his shoulders when he came up, looking familiar, as if he didn't take him to heart at all.

"My name is Mu, Lu Feng. Lu Feng instinctively wanted to report his fake name again, but he remembered that Zhuge Yue had said before that he had no need to hide it, so he said his real name.

"Well, Lu Feng, let's go, I'll take you to the Qingshuyuan, let me tell you, this Qingshuyuan is not something that ordinary people can enter, I usually don't let it in, it is a place for Ziyi to cultivate her self-cultivation. Wang Xuan led the way very enthusiastically, as if entertaining guests.

"Yes, I'll have to take a look at it later. Lu Feng also has a good impression of him, his true temperament, although he is a little arrogant and likes to brag, but he was born in the Wang family, which is also very understandable.

"I'll tell you......"

Within a few minutes, I arrived at Qingshuyuan, which is a courtyard dedicated to Xue Ziyi, very quiet and elegant, full of talent, it is not difficult to see that Xue Ziyi's usual hobbies.

Entering the courtyard, Lu Feng saw that Xue Ziyi was already waiting in the living room, and looked at them with a smile.

"Please sit down, serve tea!" Xue Ziyi waved her slender jade hand, her lips opened lightly, and her voice was very pleasant and gentle.

"May I ask your surname, Gongzi? I see that you are very faced, not like our dream capital locals. Seeing them sit down, Xue Ziyi asked slowly, not in a hurry to compete.

"Miss Xue is polite, your surname is Lu, and your single name is a maple character, we only came to Mengdu a few days ago, and we have been living in the south before. Lu Feng opened his mouth and replied, feeling that this Xue Ziyi spoke in a somewhat ancient style, and he was a little crepe.

"Oh, brother, you are from the south, I heard that there are many sects there, then you must be from the sect, I also want to go there to practice, but unfortunately, my family just forced me to study. Wang Xuan was a little interested and had a heart for martial arts.

"Well, there are indeed many sects, but my companions and I are both casual cultivators. Lu Feng concealed it, and when they met for the first time, they couldn't reach the point where they could say anything.

"There are very few people who can have such a talent as Childe in casual cultivation, which shows that Childe's talent is extraordinary. Xue Ziyi was also a little surprised, he was actually a casual cultivator, in his opinion, Lu Feng's temperament was definitely cultivated by a large sect, calm and calm.

Miss Xue praised it. Lu Feng was a little embarrassed to be praised, how could he have any literary talent, this was obviously just a matter of borrowing the masterpieces of the ancients to deal with it, as for the temperament, it was difficult to describe, but I think it was because of the older age in his heart.

"Childe is modest, let's get down to business, continue this competition, the next one is simpler, you can each choose one side, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and lyrics, and the winner will be known after two rounds. Xue Ziyi smiled and said, saying the rules, which made both of them breathe a sigh of relief, at least they have the right to choose, so they can play what they are good at.

"This rule is good, Brother Lu, will you come first or will I come first?" Wang Xuan asked Lu Feng.

"You go first. Lu Feng gestured.

"Okay, then we can compete in the first round of music, playing, playing and singing!" Wang Xuan nodded and said confidently, it is one thing to talk to Lu Feng, you can't release water in the competition, music is his strength.

Lu Feng thought about it and nodded, he was not very good at this, among so many songs, he could only blow the flute, but this was enough.

Xue Ziyi didn't speak, and sat quietly on the main seat, waiting for their performance.

Wang Xuan waved his hand, and a beautiful guqin suddenly fell on the table, it seemed that he was going to stroke the qin to pass the first round.

"Ziyi, Brother Lu, listen to me play a song "East Wind Rhyme" for you" Wang Xuan said a word, and began to enter the state.

Pick up the guqin, slowly stroke the thin strings, the beautiful notes jump out briskly one by one, it sounds or lingering and sad, or the spring water dingdong, or like a horse rattle, the length of the aftersound is moderate.

The sound of the piano is like the gurgling water under the bridge, the few clear cries of Gu Hongfei as he flies by, and the graceful sigh of Yi An; it is like looking at Xue Tao's raccoon flower note, looking at a faint orchid, quietly opening in the distant night sky, and just like the colorful lilac tree.

After a long time, the sound of the piano stopped, and Lu Feng withdrew from his addiction, and he had to admire this kid, looking arrogant, but his talent was not a joke.

This "East Wind Rhyme" is a famous song of the Great Wilderness Dynasty, but anyone who can order music is familiar with it, but if you want to say that the effect of playing is different, Wang Xuanneng can play it so attractively, it can be seen that he understands it very deeply.

"Papapa", Lu Feng applauded him from the bottom of his heart, which made Wang Xuan laugh so happily, especially when he saw that Xue Ziyi was also a little fascinated by it, he was even more overjoyed.

"Sacrifice ugliness, Brother Lu, come on. Wang Xuan said modestly, but there was no half modest look on his face, he was obviously very proud.

"Okay, I'll just play a tune from my hometown. Lu Feng glanced at Wang Xuan speechlessly, and then took out the jade flute, remembering that this flute was snatched from Ye Wan'er at the beginning, and then he didn't return her, and he was always on himself.

"Well, Childe is fine. Xue Ziyi saw that Lu Feng was going to play the song, and she had some expectations in her heart, and she didn't know if Lu Feng could surprise her again.

Lu Feng nodded at them, discarding distracting thoughts, recalling the memories in the depths of his mind, and his lips finally fell.

The desolate sound of the flute sounded slowly, as if there was an endless heartfelt and endless love.

The sound of the flute is rolling in the clouds, you are running forward on the other side of the flute, brushing the entanglement of plum blossom branches, and performing a fantastic wind and snow.

The faint sound of the flute, soft, trickle, like the curling smoke wafting from the incense burner, as if a piece of wind could cut them.

The sound of the flute is like the smoke of the hometown curling in the heart, like the clouds of the hometown, the wind of the hometown, the water of the hometown, the people of the hometown, and the love of the hometown, lingering in the dream for a long time.

The desolate sound of the flute whimpered, Qin E's dream broke Qin Louyue, and the sound of the jade flute broke the empty sky.

The sound of the flute is clear, high and low, light and flickering, low to the extreme, after a few circles, and then low again, although extremely low and very thin, each syllable is still clearly audible.

At the end of the song, Lu Feng put away the jade flute and sang softly.

Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who has mercy on the red incense?

The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring twilight, and is full of sorrow.

Hand hoe the flowers out of the embroidery curtain, endure the falling flowers back and forth.

......

The willow silk elm pod is from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei;

Taoli can be sent again next year, who will know in the boudoir next year?

The incense nest in March has been built, and the swallows between the beams are too ruthless!

Although the flower hair can be pecked next year, it will not be poured into the empty nest of the beam.

......

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost and sword are strictly pressing;

When can the bright and fresh beauty be, it is difficult to find it once adrift.

Flowers are easy to see and difficult to find, and the front of the steps is sad to kill and bury the flowers,

Leaning on the flower hoe alone, tears are sprinkled, and blood marks are seen on the empty branches.

......

The cuckoo was speechless at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door;

The green light shines on the wall, and the cold rain knocks on the window and is not warm.

Blame the slave for being so sad? Half for pity and half annoyance.

The pity spring suddenly disappeared with annoyance, and then there was no word to hear.

......

Last night, the sad song outside the court was released, do you know that it is the soul of a flower and the soul of a bird?

The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird are always difficult to keep, and the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed;

May Nong give birth to wings on this day and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.

At the end of the day, where is the incense hill?

......

If you don't collect the beautiful bones, you can cover the wind with a pinch of pure land.

The essence is clean and clean, which is better than dirt and ditches.

Now that Nong is dead and buried, I don't know when Nong will be mourned?

Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, who does he know when he buries Nong?

......

Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age;

Once the spring is full of red faces, the flowers fall and people die without knowing!

The sad and miserable singing, like crying, tells the sad heart, makes people cry, makes people can't help but feel sad for her, and at the same time makes people intoxicated and reluctant to wake up.

After Lu Feng finished singing, he had a lot of emotion in his heart, although this was also borrowed from his predecessors, but he really felt the loneliness and loneliness in it, and thought of his current situation, many places coincided, which also made his expression more touching.

(Thank you for your support, unconsciously, Beifeng's "The Palace of the Human Emperor" has 300,000 words, but the collection makes me very sad, so everyone, click on a collection to support it, your support, my motivation!)

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