Two days on weekends, the second shift.

For three consecutive days, Zhifeng disappeared from everyone's sight.

No one knows the whereabouts of this knowing son, except for Duan Jingnan, who can still calm down, and the people in Duan's mansion are panicking.

"Father, Zhifeng has been gone for three days, if he doesn't return today, how to deal with the selection of the second sister spirit girl tomorrow, we will put the treasure on him alone, there is no spare track, once it fails, the consequences are unimaginable!" Duan Zhengxuan's face was full of sadness, and a look of anger loomed.

It's no wonder that Duan Zhengxuan is bitter, thinking how noble my Nanmu Duan clan is, treat you like a guest, but you are good, you are having fun and playing wild, and the figure is gone, this is not a stone.

"Xuan'er, don't worry, I know that Feng is not a person who doesn't know proportion, and at noon today, there will be news to be returned." Duan Jingnan's voice turned solemn, "Zhengxuan, you can't mess with yourself at any time, as the general of Nanmu, the pillar of the next generation of the Duan family, your self-cultivation and cultivation skills are still on fire." ”

When Duan Zhengxuan heard this, his heart sank, and just as he was about to speak, his subordinates reported, "I know that the prince has returned to the mansion, and I will go to see the second lady according to the master's instructions." ”

The west courtyard of the Duan Mansion, there is a nice but disturbing name here, "Enchanting Court".

The courtyard is cleaned up elegantly, without too many flowers, but it has its own heroic and charming charm.

A woman in a plain white dress is dancing with a sword, her body is like a swallow, the sword is like a streamer, her graceful posture changes into an endless form, when she bends like a soft belt in the air, and stands like an ice rock in the world.

Suddenly, the woman stopped the sword dance, took the silk scarf handed by the maid and wiped her sweat, "Since Gongzi Zhifeng has been watching for a long time, why don't you go into the courtyard to talk about it!" ”

There was a chuckle outside the courtyard door, and Zhifeng, who was dressed in a light blue book shirt, walked in slowly.

Looking at each other, Zhifeng seemed to be struck by lightning in an instant, this woman was...

It's ugly.

***

Zhongshu Lingtian Mansion, by the lotus pond, two women stand and sit. The woman standing is about ten years old, dressed in a yellow shirt, with a delicate face, phoenix eyes and moth eyebrows, a goose egg face as smooth as ice and snow, and a beautiful mole at the corner of her mouth makes this face more beautiful.

The woman sitting has a gentle posture, covered with ice silk, it is Qin Xian Yaoxin, Xin everyone.

While feeding the fish in the pond, Yaoxin said to Tian Guhan in a slow voice, "When I was offering the piano in Tsing Yi Fang, the tune and singing method of 'When is the Bright Moon' composed by Gongzi Feng are Yaoxin's most admired in her life, and every time she sings, she feels an endless aftertaste. ”

After a pause, Yaoxin continued, "Although this song has spread in the world, especially among wealthy businessmen and nobles, there is a competition to learn. It's just that, after all, what others compose from memory can only be similar in shape and cannot get its charm. ”

Looking at the woman in yellow with a puzzled look, Yaoxin thought for a while, "For example, the handwriting of a famous calligrapher is called the original, and learning from the rubbings of the stele is called copying, and just by looking at the handwriting of the famous master, he came back to learn calligraphy according to the impression of the cat and the tiger, and he could only draw the tiger and not become an anti-dog." ”

Under the ice silk, everyone's beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness, and they threw out fish food casually, "Yaoxin knows that when he sings this song, he will melt the deep love of all lives and the soul and the gods, but I have to pass on the complete piano score and lyrics from him to him, which is also the secret of Yaoxin's own non-transmission!" ”

Zhifeng's personal singing is a famous handwriting, Yaoxin is the only copybook, and the yellow-shirted woman Tian Guhan is reduced to copying the copybook.

Yaoxin's meaning is obvious, what you can get, what I can give you, is the so-called copying of the post, but this is already the highest level that can be achieved in addition to the original work.

"To this day, you have a basic grasp of the style and singing style of this song, and you will definitely be able to dominate after practicing and performing." In and out of the words, everyone in Xin is full of confidence and pride, and the name of their own Qin Immortal is not a fool, is it?

Yaoxin turned around and stood up, turned her back to Tian Gu and said, "The previous generation owes the love to the Tian family, this time it is considered two clear, Yaoxin will leave today, please resign on my behalf and the head of the Tian family!" ”

***

Duan Mansion, enchanting court, Zhifeng couldn't help but be angry, facing Duan Zichen, who was like black charcoal, grinning his teeth, and looking extremely terrifying, he really didn't have the slightest mood to teach songs.

Zhifeng looked at Duan Zichen, and Duan Zichen also looked at Zhifeng.

It is rumored that Feng is about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he can see it today, but his appearance looks like a person in his twenties. Tall and tall, close to eight feet, with sword eyebrows, straight nose and wide forehead, especially clear lips, in the words of later generations, it is called sexy!

This young man is handsome and has a free and easy temperament, but the disappointment in his eyes is still seen by Duan Zichen, and he feels quite contemptuous of Zhifeng in his heart, and his good impression is greatly reduced, but he is just another gentleman who covets beauty.

"Dare to ask Duan Gongzi if he is here to laugh at Zi Chen's appearance or to give Zi Chen a song to sing?" , The girl of the Duan family said a word, poked Zhifeng's sore spot, and showed no mercy.

"This, that...", Zhifeng woke up from his momentary distraction, and when he heard Duan Zichen's words, he couldn't help but sneer, he was really getting worse and worse.

Crossing into the world, Zhifeng has appeared several times when he faced a young woman and was depressed, when he first saw Qingyue in Niujiawa Market, when he saw Jian Xiaoyu leaning on the door and looking back in the backyard of Houfu, and when he was saving the flood, he heard the true confession of the fifth rhyme in Jingwei Village, and these times Zhifeng was in a trance.

It's just that the difference this time is not because the other party is too beautiful, but because it's too ugly, so ugly that it's so ugly that it's so ugly that it's so pneumatic that it moves mountains and rivers!

Can you run for a spirit girl with this look? I don't know if the old man in this mansion was kicked by a donkey or caught in the door, what do you think!

With Duan Zichen's soft reprimand, Zhifeng suddenly woke up, he is really faceless, although everyone has a love for beauty, but his own behavior is too ugly and beautiful, how can he be embarrassed by the love of the big girl with yellow flowers?

Zhifeng hurriedly cleaned up his mind, and the problem of appearance was not in my mind anyway. Seeing Miss Duan Er like this, the young master knew that he was more and more glad of the songs he chose, if he sang those miserable and miserable relatives again, the tunes such as the willow shore and the wind and the waning moon would not scare people to death!

"The girl's sword dance just now was so beautiful... It's so sassy...".

Seeing the ugly girl's brows furrowed, Zhifeng really couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and hurriedly said, "Nanmu is fierce, mountain songs are prevalent, Zhifeng has been going back and forth in the mountains and fields in the past few days, and has mastered the preferences of the people seven or eight points. ”

The young master has no shame in classifying the 'Smiling Proud Jianghu Song' as his own, and there is no copyright in contemporary times anyway, let alone that this song can only come out after thousands of years.

"The girl's sword dance is so elegant and outstanding, and the heroic posture exudes the pride of the daughter who does not let the eyebrows, and this is the artistic conception of this song."

Hearing Zhifeng's remarks that he had obviously recovered the field, although he was suspected of being ruthless, but he seemed so confident, Duan Zichen couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be that this gentleman really had real talent and learning, and was not a person who was selling his reputation and reputation?

Although Duan Zichen had long been impressed by Zhifeng's compose of 'when is the bright moon', it was only when he saw Zhifeng's reaction just now that his attitude suddenly changed, thinking that he was just a prodigal brother who was outside the gold and jade, and had nothing to show for it.

Taking out the piano score, Zhifeng let the Duan family pianist familiarize himself with it a little, and explained in detail to Duan Zichen how to cooperate the piano music and sword dance, and in the sweat, the first rehearsal finally began.

The sound of the piano swayed, and Zhifeng raised his voice loudly, "The sea is smiling and surging on both sides of the strait, the ups and downs are only remembered with the waves, the sky is laughing and the tide is in the world, who loses and who wins, God knows." The rivers and mountains are smiling, the smoke and rain are far away, and the waves are all over the red dust. The breeze laughs and makes it lonely, and there is still a night photo left of pride...".

Duan Zichen's graceful figure danced with the singing, singing and dancing harmoniously, and the piano players, singers, sword dancers and all the spectators were all moved by the sound of the piano, singing, and dancing, and were lost in it.

The sword light is swirling, the body is fluttering, and as the main theme is played over and over again, the song is getting louder and louder, and the sword dance is more and more enchanting.

**At the beginning, there was a momentum of pride between heaven and earth!

Zhifeng couldn't help but look stupid, if Duan Zichen looked more beautiful...

In the middle of YY, the pianist actually plucked the strings with a "boom" in self-absorption, and Duan Zichen's sword dance was rising, suddenly losing its rhythm, the sword momentum was immediately chaotic, and his body almost hurt himself when he shook.

Miss Duan Er failed to stabilize her delicate body twice in a row, and her body finally fell, and she could be bumped into the arms of Young Master Zhi, who was unconsciously getting closer and closer, and was singing energetically.

Our family's acquaintance knew that Da Shao was shaking his head, losing his mind and being self-absorbed, and suddenly realized that Duan Zichen was already close, he couldn't push it, he didn't want to hold it, his heart was closed, and he was simply bumped into it, and he suffered a loss.

Coincidentally, it's really so coincidental, the so-called no coincidence is not a book, knowing that Gongzi is so good that he feels that his lips are tightly pressed by the two soft petals of fragrant lips, with two exclamations, the two of them unconsciously opened their mouths at the same time, so the fragrant tongue crosses in, and the liquid is fused and intertwined in the mouths of the two...

Zhifeng instantly felt that the sky was dark, the first kiss, just like this, this is the first kiss in my thousand years, it is still ugly Zhong Wuyan, such an ugly girl who flies fiercely!

Mother, Zhifeng screamed in his heart, fell to the ground, and pressed down a soft and plump delicate body on his body.

Looking at each other, thousands of rivers and mountains, that touch of hatred or love?

***

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