Lin Zicong seemed to be a bystander from beginning to end, watching the show with a smile.

Suddenly, he spoke, "Then can we take a look at Miss Honglian's appearance?" ”

He wanted to see what kind of person would let everyone take the initiative to entrust the song to Yalun.

Mei Niang was stunned for a moment, feeling that Lin Zicong was a little abrupt, but thinking of her purpose, she said coldly: "If Mr. Lin really wants to see it, we can't refuse." ”

As he spoke, he directly ripped off the veil of the red lotus and left angrily. This made everyone a little stunned.

The face under the veil is not as stunning as everyone imagined, nor is it a world-class gesture.

Everyone couldn't help but be disappointed, they thought it was so good-looking, so that Mei Niang was so precious, but they didn't want to be just beautiful.

I don't know what other people think, but Lin Zicong was a little surprised. Because the delicate face in front of him is very familiar, it is exactly the same as General Yuan's little brother Yuandi who died early on the battlefield, if it weren't for the woman in front of him, he really thought that he had seen the delicate childish again. So I couldn't help frowning.

Lin Xi had never seen Yuandi, so he naturally didn't know the mystery, but he only knew that his master seemed to be a little stunned.

"Miss Honglian is really delicate and lovely, like a shimizu hibiscus." He Wanqing tugged at the corners of his mouth.

He saw that this Mei Niang had been blocking her, and he thought she was a stunning beauty. But it turned out that he was just average-looking, and he was not as good as the maid in his house. It seems that Mei Niang doesn't want everyone to see her appearance, and the more important reason is that she doesn't want to disappoint everyone.

But that doesn't have much to do with him. His main task is to successfully help Master Sima create a rude and uninhibited image.

And looking at the disdain in Lin Xi's eyes that Lin Zicong was carrying, Lin Zicong frowned. He knew that his others had succeeded.

So I couldn't help but feel a little ridicule in my heart, and the so-called First Army Division was nothing more than that.

"Drink! Drink! Suddenly, Gou Yulin bounced up from He Wanqing's shoulder and shouted, "Come on, Mr. Lin, drink!" We drink! ”

As he spoke, he grabbed the wine jar with one hand and wanted to pour wine for Lin Zicong.

Lin Zicong subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it, Lin Xi stepped forward, blocked the wine jar, and said respectfully: "My husband has old injuries, and those were already the limit before, so don't drink more." It's okay to drink a little bit, but if you drink too much, it will hurt your body. ”

"Old wounds?" He Wanqing hurriedly stopped Gou Yulin, "Since you have an old injury, why didn't you say it earlier, after drinking so much wine, it's a big problem?" ”

Although he said so, his strength to stop it was not great, and Gou Yulin was still handing it to Lin Xi.

"What? Does Mr. Lin look down on me as a person? You don't even drink my wine? And let the minions make their voices heard? Gou Yulin entangled.

Lin Zicong shook his head, "How can you look down on Lord Sima?" If this Jiangcheng hadn't been garrisoned by Lord Sima, it would have been attacked by the enemy country a long time ago. How can there still be prosperity and tranquility now? Yoda is just a little old wound on his body, and it's not good to drink too much. If Master Sima insisted on this, then Yuda would be respectful and obedient. ”

Hearing him say this, He Wanqing hurriedly increased his efforts, "Master Sima, since Mr. Lin has a reward, then don't drink." You're also drunk and it's time to rest. Come! Decanting soup. ”

In this way, He Wanqing entangled with Gou Yulin again before calming him down.

"It seems that Lord He and Master Sima are indeed as rumored to have a very strong relationship." Lin Zicong said as if sighing.

He Wanqing was excited, and some cold air was surging on his back, feeling that this Mr. Lin seemed to have seen through their approach.

But when he looked at his posture, he seemed to be really sighing, so he was a little uncertain, but he couldn't help but be vigilant.

Yuan Shanjia stood next to him with his head bowed while holding the qin, seeing Gou Yulin and He Wanqing's attitude, he sneered in his heart, one of them was bold and rough on the outside, but he was actually cunning on the inside, and the other was gentle and elegant on the outside, but the inside was actually full of darkness.

At this time, He Wanqing helped Gou Yulin drink the sobering soup, and said to Lin Zicong apologetically: "Mr. Lin, Master Sima is already drunk, why don't we withdraw." ”

Lin Zicong nodded in agreement, but his eyes stayed on Yuan Shanjia's body.

"Why don't you help Master Sima down?" He Wanqing frowned at the servants of Sima Mansion who were beside him.

"Yes! Be! The servant hurriedly stepped forward.

He Wanqing saw Lin Zicong looking at this red lotus, thinking that he was interested in the red lotus, so he said, "Mr. Lin, do you want to listen to another song?" Then we won't bother. Mr. Lin, please take care of yourself, the account has been recorded in Master Sima's account. ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand and left with a group of officials.

"Who does Lord He think of you? Moreover, tonight they said that they were catching the wind, but they didn't even introduce you to an official, so it seems that they are ready to give us a dismissal? Lin Xi frowned. Did these people take them all for fools?

saw Lin Zicong and said, "It's fine." I'm just about to listen to it again. Since leaving Yundu, I haven't heard any good tunes. Since you have encountered it, you naturally have to listen to it enough. Miss Red Lotus will play another song. The latter sentence was said to Yuan Shanjia.

"Yes." Yuan Shanjia responded softly, with a little grunt and tactfulness in the girl's unique crisp voice.

She sat back on the stool with the piano in her arms and placed it on her lap. This time, he didn't play the military march again, but played a more common homesick song.

With the sound of the piano, the listener seems to have entered a long artistic conception, as if he saw a wanderer standing in the moonlight and looking into the distance to tell his thoughts.

The whole piece is in a long, low tone, which contrasts sharply with the bustle outside the window.

The window on the other side of the room was open, and the moon hung in mid-air, revealing through the shadows of the trees, adding to the lonely atmosphere.

Downstairs, I also heard the hoarse sound of the piano in the house, and it seemed to melt into it, and the lively sound was actually a little lower.

It's a song.

"Where did Miss Red Lotus learn from?" Lin Zicong asked unintentionally.

"It was taught by Mei Niang." Yuan Shanjia smiled Yan Yan, and his bright smile made Lin Zicong a little dazzling.

"Oh? Mei Niang was also an artist in the Red Chamber before? He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, sir, Mei Niang used to be the pillar of the Red Mansion in Jiangcheng, and when she was older, she became the discipline of the Red Mansion. Later, when he saw that Red Lotus was a plastic person, he taught Red Lotus a few tricks. Yuan Shanjia had a smile in his eyes and pride in his voice.

Lin Zicong listened, smiled, and thoughtfully.