A song "Alpine Flowing Water", slow and gentle, like a breeze blowing through the audience, because it has been too crowded for a long time, the hearts of some hot people, in a trance, people feel like they are sitting on a fishing boat boating on the lake, and the willows on both sides of the bank are low hanging and the apricot blossoms are fragrant.

Gong Mingye's lowered eyes sank, even if there were still people who hadn't appeared, he already knew that Mu Jinxiu had lost, and the song that she had given too much affection to was not as clean and pure as this one.

Huangfu Shenghua had already put down the teacup in his hand, put his right hand on the arm of the chair, and played it again and again with the melody, looking at his idle look, it seemed that he had determined that his sister would win.

At the moment when no one was paying attention, the corner of his eye swept to the person who was separated from him by a vacant seat, as quiet and calm as at the beginning, and the corners of his mouth curled.

It seems that she will win in the end......

Upstairs in the Star Chasing Pavilion, Aoba listened to the sound of the piano coming slowly, leaning lazily against the window, for him, this song is much better than the one just now, there is a little artistic conception. Although he didn't understand the rhythm, he found the piece quite comfortable.

Turning his head, he looked at Zhuge Wuwei, who seemed to be still distracted, he shook his head helplessly, and said in his heart that this person is really incurable, except for the woman named Bai Mulan, or Mu Bangqing, or Yun Jinghua.

The sound of the piano stopped, and there were cheers and applause from downstairs, and Aoba raised his eyebrows.

Is this the last one? Or is there someone else behind it?

After looking at Zhuge Wuwei again, he found that the man really didn't care about the outside world at all.

This riddle guessing was originally made by him many years ago in order to show his resistance to Su Dusk, and he planned to choose a talented and virtuous woman to compare Su Dusk to life, so that Mr. Fan understood that he would not accept Su Twilight no matter what, there are many women in this world who are much better than Su Dusk, but he didn't think that after a few years, he didn't find such a suitable person, and his enthusiasm gradually cooled down.

It's just that since he doesn't care about this matter at all now, he knew that Lu Dao might as well not set up this booth today, wasting financial resources in vain.

Aoba was sneering, and suddenly heard two completely different styles of music from Fang Cai downstairs, the music style was brisk, the rhythm was distinct, and there was an indescribable atmosphere of free rivers and lakes filled with it, he listened to it and felt that the blood around his body began to boil, and he wanted to fly directly out of the window to the outside and come back again.

The sound of the piano rushed into his ears, Zhuge Wuwei, who lowered his head, was slightly stunned, his originally dull eyes moved, and then he raised his head with a "whoosh". "Aoba, are you going to see who's playing next?"

Could it be her? It should be her! She is probably the only one in the world who can play such a tune.

That day in Yunshang Pavilion, she even popped out Guanglingsan, although it was only a small section in front of the repetition, but she must have been, and the person downstairs must be her!

Aoba was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, and then quickly rolled out of the window and flew out, but he slipped back in a few blinks of his eyes, and his expression was shocked. "Master, it's that Yun Jinghua!"

Zhuge Wuwei was shocked in his heart, and a look of surprise broke out from that light moon-like face.

"Quick!" He turned his head to the bookshelf to the side, looking excited, "Bring me the flute!" ”

Without the slightest hesitation, Aoba immediately rushed over to get the flute that had not been blown in the dust for a long time, and then quickly returned and handed it to Zhuge Wuwei.

Zhuge Wuwei took it and put it to his lips, listening to the melody in his ears attentively, thinking about where to insert it to start the ensemble, and commanded concisely: "Push me down, from the rooftop in front." ”

Qingye's hand that happened to be on the push handle trembled, he had already known that Lu Dao Zhuge Wuwei was definitely going down, so he was already planning to push him out of the road, but he didn't expect this person to be too excited, and he didn't take the right path to fly down from mid-air.

It's not that he can't do this because he doesn't have enough kung fu, but there are a lot of people below, and as soon as he goes out like this, the most boiling thing in Yecheng tomorrow must be the fact that the prime minister flew out of the second floor in a wheelchair and fell from the sky.

Aoba looked down at the person in the wheelchair, his eyes flashed, and he gritted his teeth and made a decision.

That's it, it's not bad to make a sensation, and let the world know about his master's crazy things about love, so that Mr. Fan retreated, but he was on the master's side.

Thinking like this, Aoba immediately pushed the wheelchair out of the Star Chasing Pavilion, and walked along the empty corridor to the equally empty rooftop as quickly as possible, and lifted the internal force to kick the floor with both feet.

The meeting point came, the corners of Zhuge Wuwei's lips lifted and exhaled gently, and the mellow and elegant sound of the flute immediately poured out, drifting through the layers of air into everyone's ears......

The piano music was inspiring, allowing the audience to experience the so-called dream of the rivers and lakes, so that a group of people who had no chance to contact the rivers and lakes and could not experience the happiness and enmity of the rivers and lakes understood what it meant to be wanton and chic, and suddenly they wanted to be a ranger in the rivers and lakes and do something good to uphold justice, punish rape and eliminate evil.

Suddenly there was a flute sound in the air, like the sound of heaven flying from the sky, everyone couldn't help but look up, and saw two figures, one white and one black, flying from the sky, like the attendants of the Divine Monarch pushing the Divine Monarch who went out to patrol the clouds and mist.

The god's eyebrows are like ink, his eyes are like stars, his nose is straight, his lips are pale and crimson, and he has a faint smile, and a pair of warm eyes are staring at the person who is playing the piano on the stage, as if that person is the treasure on the tip of his heart, the ribs lost in his previous life.

Everyone was amazed in their hearts that this god monarch was so beautiful and gentle, and he looked like a snow lotus, noble and gorgeous, and he really could be called a peerless character.

After a moment of amazement, everyone suddenly realized that something was wrong, wheelchair, white, and unstained snow lotus, isn't this Prime Minister Zhuge Wuwei?

Many people in the crowd reacted, and suddenly there were bursts of unbelievable gasps, and all of them stared at the person who slowly landed on the stage, all dressed in a bright and clear light.

The sound of the flute suddenly broke in, and Yun Jinghua was surprised in his heart, but the fingering of his subordinates did not stop. Turning his head and glancing in the direction where the voice came from, he was shocked when he swept it, and his eyebrows frowned slightly.

Zhuge Wuwei? How did he end up here? Also, he's ......

There was a flash of displeasure in her heart, Yun Jinghua didn't like this feeling of being suddenly disturbed, or someone forcibly intruding into her world, she played the piano, what was he making a fuss about? She had obviously avoided him and took the initiative to distance herself from him, why did he stick it up?

But listening to Zhuge Wuwei's flute sound and her piano sound coordinated very well, which made her piano sound a lot more colorful, she slowly suppressed the inexplicable rejection in her heart and devoted herself to the performance of "Smiling Proud Jianghu".

[The author has something to say: Do you think it's a little bloody to laugh at the rivers and lakes? Forgive me, dear friends, I listened to the famous songs of ancient China in autumn, and I still think this is the most suitable after the most ...