Mrs. Kong only entered the courtyard gate at this time.

Yang Yu was taken aback, and hurriedly greeted him: "Mrs. Kong, why are you here in person!" It's time for me to visit you. ”

Mrs. Kong gently took Yang Yu's hand and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a long time, it's strange to think, in the past, you were quiet and recuperating, and it was inconvenient for me to visit to distract you." As soon as I heard the sound of your piano, sometimes quiet and delicate, sometimes subdued and frustrated, I knew that you were well before I came to the door. ”

Yang Yu was moved in his heart: "I'm sorry for you to remember." ”

Ge Xiangong's nose twitched slightly, and he sniffed.

Ming Gong looked a little disgusted and said: "Wang Zhongxuan listened to the donkey's call, and Cao Pi learned the donkey's call to see him off at his funeral." I don't like dogs, but I'm still alive, why are you learning dogs by my side? ”

Ge Xiangong was very strange and did not continue his words, nor did he get angry, his eyes were a little brighter than before: "Mrs. Kong, you brought Jinling Wuqu!" ”

Mrs. Kong was a little surprised: "I heard that you like Jinling martial arts, but you are already obsessed?" Mrs. Kong raised her hand to the maidservant behind her.

The maidservant walked gracefully and offered two bottles of unopened wine.

Ge Xiangong clapped his hands and smiled: "Sure enough, it's it." ”

The maidservant presented the Jinling martial arts song and silently stepped aside. Mrs. Kong smiled and said: "Thank you for curing Ah Yu, this child has a bad fate, if it weren't for your help, I'm afraid that my soul has returned to the West, these two bottles of thin wine should be regarded as a little meager heart, and I hope that Gong Ge will accept it with a smile." ”

Ge Xiangong hugged the wine in his arms and said with a smile: "Wang Jingzhi has sent me the top ten wines in the world, and today I have a surprise, and I can often hear the beautiful sound of Qinxian, this is not the state, I really came to the right place!" He said and turned back to Ming Gong and said, "Let's go, go for a wine tasting!" ”

Duke Ming bowed to Mrs. Kong, paused with great respect, and then followed the back of Ge Xiangong, who had long disappeared.

Mrs. Kong looked at the backs of the two with a smile, and said to Yang Yu: "These two people are really similar in temperament, and they are both real celebrities in this world. ”

Yang Yu nodded slightly and said, "Yes." Ge Xiangong is chic and wanton, and everything is as he pleases. Ming Gong is elegant and generous, transcendent and extraordinary. They are all true temperaments and true gentlemen. ”

Mrs. Kong smiled lowly and said, "You kid, I don't know when you will be able to be peaceful. ”

Yang Yu smiled and pulled Mrs. Kong's sleeve and knelt on the soft couch, and said coquettishly: "Unless you are not alive, unless no one knows, who can be peaceful?" ”

Mrs. Kong pointed at Yang Yu and said with a smile: "Flim mouth." ”

Ah Tong listened to the conversation between the two of you, and laughed lowly.

The sun gradually fell, and Mrs. Kong was sent away. Yang Yu was still sitting in the courtyard, without the slightest intention of entering the inner room. There was a finger plucking the strings from time to time, a rare tranquility, but she looked at the courtyard door from time to time.

A first quarter moon hung leisurely in the sky, and the white splendor sprinkled in the courtyard, covering the roof, flowers, and a layer of fluorescence.

In the distance, there was a commotion in my ears. The corners of Yang Yu's lips hooked up with a touch of joy, she slowly picked up the piano, and was about to turn around and enter the door. Footsteps could be heard faintly.

Yang Yu knew who it was when she heard the sound of slow and long footsteps, she simply put the piano back on the desk, burned the incense again, and the footsteps of the person had already arrived at the door.

He was draped in the moon shadow on his shoulders, as elegant as mist, and his posture was tall and long, standing by the door. A pair of sword eyebrows stretched, his eyes shone brightly, and a trace of romance overflowed from his cold thin lips: "Qingqing is very worried about me." "His voice is long, melodious and infectious.

Yang Yu tilted his head, his eyes were like autumn water like silk, and he was amazingly clear. A chuckle tugged at Yan Hong's lips: "Lang Jun can go smoothly today?" ”

Wang Jingzhi smiled, walked with soothing and elegant steps, came to Yang Yu's side, and knelt down.

"Naturally. Wang Jingzhi directly picked up the teacup on the side of Yang Yu's hand and took a sip lightly.

"Hey! Yang Yu couldn't help but stretch out his hand to stop it.

Wang Jingzhi raised his eyebrows slightly: "How?" ”

Yang Yu grabbed the teacup in his hand: "I drank this tea." ”

The smile between Wang Jingzhi's lips was even stronger, and he snatched the teacup back and poured himself a drink.

"You! Yang Yu frowned slightly, and his cheeks couldn't help but turn red.

Wang Jingzhi quenched his thirst before putting down the teacup and said with a smile: "Originally, I thought, how can this tea be so fragrant today?" It was originally a teacup used by Qingqing, so that it could have such a unique cold fragrance. As he spoke, he licked the corners of his lips, as if he was still unsatisfied. The evil aura in his eyes flashed.

Yang Yu lowered his eyes and smiled: "You guy, you are too hateful,"

Wang Jing's eyes stared at Yang Yu's eyes brightly, and a smile appeared on his face: "I, Langjun, am so hateful, why is Qing treating me hard in this courtyard?" ”

"Who said I was waiting for you." Yang Yu lowered his head slightly, and his tone was a little vain.

Wang Jingzhi tilted his head, his eyes became more hot, the corners of his lips smiled so happily, the slightly cool jade hand slowly stroked the top of her head, the soft black hair, since he saw through, Wang Jingzhi's eyes became more spoiled, and he said happily: "Qing will play a song for me." ”

Yang Yu said "En" softly, put his hands on the piano, and his heart was pounding.

I saw that her lips were slightly raised, her jade hand stroked the strings, and between the gentle hooks and slow twists, the elegant and graceful sound of the piano flowed from her fingertips, Wang Jingzhi listened attentively, and the smile between her lips became thicker.

The fingertips or groaning, or kneading, such as the flowers are amazing, like a mountain spring flowing in the mountains. The corners of her lips rose slightly, and she sang slowly in her mouth: "There are plums, but in fact, there are seven." Ask me to be a gentleman, and I will be lucky. There are plums, in fact, there are three. Ask me to be a gentleman, and I will be in the future. There are plums, and they are baskets. Ask me to be a gentleman, and I will say it. Her voice was clear and soothing, with a hint of femininity. So tactful to listen to, so soft to the heart.

Wang Jingzhi's deep eyes looked as clear as a deep pool in the moonlight, and he stood up slowly, his long posture with an indescribable elegance and dust, and the posture of an immortal.

He stood in front of Yang Yu and stretched out his hand to the servants who were staring at the two of them blankly.

The servant was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly sent a long box. Wang Jingzhi's jade fingers were lightly picked, the wooden box was opened, and a jade flute with an emerald green body was lying there quietly.

He slowly picked up the flute, lowered his head slightly, and stepped aside again. Wang Jingzhi's back was straight like a green bamboo, holding the flute, the slender fingers with well-proportioned joints, slightly bent, and put the flute to his lips.

The flute whimpered lowly, but it was wonderfully in harmony with the strings on Yang Yu's fingertips. The sound of the flute is vague, the sound of the piano is quaint and elegant, and it is harmonious together, like the wind under the forest.

The sound of the piano is wonderful, and the sound of the flute is wonderful.

Between the piano and the flute, Yang Yu felt that she and Wang Jingzhi seemed to have a sense of heart-to-heart, and this clear feeling made her mood more free. She raised her eyebrows slightly, and with a flick of her fingertips, the originally beautiful and melodious sound of the piano turned into a stirring like a waterfall smashing into a deep pool from the sky.

Wang Jingzhi also raised his eyebrows, and the music between his lips was as slow as the wind. The sound of the flute, which had been suppressed, was once again mixed with the sound of the piano. (To be continued.) )