Ziyun Tower is a volley attic, the bead curtain is raised, the whole hibiscus garden is in full view outside the building, the toad palace is clear, the lotus is intoxicated, and the Jiamu grass is charming. The pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info is opposite the quiet moon shadow of Furong Lake, and the Furong Bridge on Furong Lake is like a white jade river.

Jiang Li came in a plain shirt and played the flute. At this time, it happened to be in the middle of the moon, and thousands of miles of clear light came to the man's eyebrows and eyes, like the morning glow of the cloud ridge reflecting the snow. The sword eyebrows are appropriate, under the slight clouds of the distant mountains in Bashan, the eyes are full of autumn moon, and the smoke cage is ten miles of clear water. The corners of the lips turned Lingbo Bailu, and it was difficult to describe the style of Tsinghua in every way.

He crossed the jade bridge and came across the jade bridge. The jade bridge is placed with a lotus flower made of red gold, he steps on the lotus step by step, and the lotus is born in seven steps, just like the beauty of the Buddha who recites the scriptures thousands of times and cannot become empty. The evening breeze blew his black hair, like the shadow of Gui Shu who rolled up to the Moon Palace, and a bright moon rose behind him, lining him like an immortal from the sky, not touching the fireworks of the world.

Ziyun Tower fell into silence for a long time. Everyone looked at it stupidly, forgetting the etiquette, manners, and even the words of reading poetry and books on weekdays, all of which seemed vulgar and powerless at this moment. Xin Yi even clutched the corners of her clothes tightly with her fingertips, and her ears were inexplicably hot, burning the corners of her eyes all the time.

Because, Jiang Li's flute is a poem that is not very common in Da Wei, and the world doesn't know much, but she heard it instantly after reading poetry and books.

That's "The Mountain is High".

The mountains are high, and the moonrise is small. The moon is small, and he is bright. I am thinking about the distance, and I don't see it for a day, and my heart is quiet.

Ru Xin Jin Shi Jian, I fuck the frost clean. Planned to form a hundred-year-old alliance, and suddenly became a farewell. Towards the clouds and twilight rain heart, thousands of miles of lovesickness and bright moon.

The cui flute is like water, like silk. Ask a beautiful woman, Qingqing Zijin, your heart, even if I don't go, Zining will not be heard?

Ask a good fate, out of its east gate, there are women like clouds. Although it is like a cloud. I think about it. Can your heart be like my heart?

The flute is not a skill, but it is acceptable, but taking advantage of this situation, it is enough to breathe people's hearts. He played the flute, he walked, his eyes were fixed on Xin Yi, and the bottom of his eyes seemed to have fallen into the sky of Furong Lake, splashing a little starlight.

However, Xin Yi can only vaguely see all this. She sat in the corner, her vision was not very good, and she could only hear the sigh of the five surnamed Qiwang and the eldest grandson Yuru on the high platform finally relieved.

"In the past, I only knew that the beautiful woman was pouring into the country, but today I know that there is a son, and the world is overwhelmed. Lu Jin suppressed the flush that unconsciously rose on his cheeks, and resumed a dignified and standard smile, "It's a pity that this son is an unpleasant corner." ”

Song Jinyan sighed, and the elongated tail note was particularly regretful and annoyed: "If this chess boy has a dessert in his mouth and a hot face, he must be a figure in the powerful family of the Great Wei Dynasty competing for a son-in-law." It's a pity, it's a pity. can only be seen as a beautiful thing, feasting the eyes, but in response to the sentence: you can only look at it from a distance, not from a close place. ”

The goddesses in the Purple Cloud Tower are complex, lamenting that things in this world are fair in the end, and they can't have both skin and temperament after all.

Seeing the heavy atmosphere, the eldest grandson Yuru smiled and said, "Why bother to say something that you don't have." Let's listen to the music well, don't the sisters see that this flute is melodious and beautiful, and it does not lose famous songs, but it seems that it has never been heard in Chang'an. ”

The topic was skillfully turned away, and all the women were interested, some were confused, some were stunned, and no one answered, but looked at Lu Jin with respectful and flattering eyes.

Lu Jin unhurriedly popped out a little rouge foam from his fingertips, and said leisurely: "It's "The High of the Mountain". This is the ancient music house, composed by the Dasheng Mansion of the previous dynasty. That Dasheng Mansion is ingenious and unconventional, and uses a large number of Yanle rhythms: clear corners and runyin. At that time, Yale music was popular in Chang'an, so this "High Mountain" was inevitably obscure, and almost no one played it. It wasn't until today that a monk changed the tone and rescore it with the rhythm of Qingle: Qingjiao and Changing Palace, and then someone slowly played it. Despite this, it is also a complex tune that is not too widely known. ”

Everyone showed a look of sudden realization, and was just about to compliment Lu Jin with a few knowledgeable words, but Song Jinyan exclaimed: "Miss Xin, what are you doing?"

Only then did everyone realize that Xin Yi, who had been left out in the corner for a long time, had already left the table and was walking towards the high platform step by step. She had a calm face and resolute steps, ignoring the nobles who were stunned and stupid along the way, and also ignoring the five surnames and seven wangs who were gradually changing color on the high platform in front of her.

The seats are divided according to a strict order of dignity and inferiority, and if you want to move and change seats, you must agree to the five surnames and seven hopes. And Xin Yi's move was a public appearance, and he slapped the five surnames and seven wangs in the face.

"Someone, stop her!"

Before the eldest grandson Yuru could react, Gao Wanxiu stood up first and raised her voice dissatisfiedly: "Ladies and gentlemen, stop being angry. Miss Xin just wanted to get closer and understand the flute better. The flute sound is melodious and breathtaking, so I forgot some rules, and I hope you don't blame the young ladies. ”

Lu Jin saw that it was Gao Wanxiu, and his tone was a little more contemptuous: "Is it necessary to listen to this song in front of you?" It is not enough to be considered a natural sound, let alone a fairy sound, it is barely a little melodious, after all, it is a bald monk who changed the score, what can he hear." ”

The words "bald monk" exploded Gao Wanxiu's face changed sharply, and a fire rose from the bottom of her eyes: "Miss Lu, what do you mean by this?"

Lu Jin's eyes flashed, and he smiled a little strangely: "Since it is the life of the monk, you should be content with the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha." There is still a heart tossing on the music road, and Ming'er doesn't know which way to toss. It's like an ant jumping up and down, and you don't know when you jump into the oil pot. He deserves to die early, so that he can save cleanly and neatly. ”

All the women in the audience were a little dazed, and they couldn't understand what dumb riddles the two were playing. However, the five surnames and seven Wangfang Buddhas knew what secrets, and their faces were a little meaningful.

And Gao Wanxiu froze in place as if she had been struck by lightning, and her broken rice teeth bit her lower lip fiercely, and blood oozed from her lips.

Lu Jin turned his head disapprerovingly, saw Xin Yi who was still calmly moving forward, and said coldly: "There is a difference between respect and inferiority, and the five surnames are precious! Those who mess with the rules are looking for death! Come on, stop Xin Yi! Break this's leg!"

"That's it. That's it. The fire at the bottom of Gao Wanxiu's eyes suddenly burned, reflecting her eyes red, looking a little terrifying, "This breath has been held for too long." ”

Gao Wanxiu chuckled and staggered a few steps, she looked at the five surnamed Qiwang people who ignored her and flocked to Xinyi, and her tearing voice was as sad as a ghost: "Where is the Bohai Gao Clan? Stop those five surnamed Qiwang with long eyes and long heads for Miss Ben! Everyone is messed up today! Do you really think Chang'an is yours? My Gao family is the first to disagree!"

The retinue and maidservants of the Gao family rushed up a lot again, pushing and pushing in both compartments, the eldest grandson Yuru played a round with a headache, the five surnames and seven wangjiao were repeated, and Gao Wanxiu was like crazy without fear. Ziyun Tower was in a mess.

However, Xin Yi was calm and turned a blind eye. Embroidered shoes stepped over the broken porcelain, skirt brushed over the broken wood stubble, and walked past the table of the five surnames and seven wangs, and she came directly to the edge of the high platform.

The high platform pear wood is half suspended in the air, and the jade trunk is low, like a fairy platform floating in the night sky, and Xin Yi is the moon fairy who stands in the sky if the clothes are flying.