As a good young man who has memorized 300 Tang poems since he was a child, Qiao Mingyue once again deeply realized the benefits of obediently reciting.

The people present were once again amazed by Qiao Mingyue's literary brilliance, and Qiao Mingyue attributed all this to the great poet Wang Bo and thanked him for his contributions.

Otherwise, let her really compose poetry, and don't want her life, she has such a good literary talent.

"Miss Qiao is really a female writer, I admire her."

"Quatrain for the ages, quatrain for the eternals, but I don't want it to be from a little woman, I'm ashamed ......"

……

The voices of praise were endless, but Qiao Mingyue quietly blushed and sat on the stone bench without saying a word.

As for Lin Zitong, as early as the moment Qiao Mingyue opened her mouth, she clearly knew that she had lost completely today, and she thought that the other party had just inquired about the topic of the last time in advance and had already made preparations.

Now it seems that this is not the case, it is she who lost.

Looking at Qi Jingyun's unusually handsome face, Lin Zitong gritted her teeth, never willing to give it up, while everyone was judging, Lin Zitong whispered something in the maid's ear, and the maid left in a hurry.

All this fell in Qiao Mingyue's eyes, Qiao Mingyue only felt tired, seeing that this person might have to find some ideas to toss herself.

He sighed subconsciously, but he didn't want to be heard by Qi Jingyun, and his words were full of worry: "But tired?" Can this king take you out of the palace? ”

Qiao Mingyue shook her head, pulled Qi Jingyun's sleeve and motioned for him to sit down.

There are some things that she always has to face as Princess Jin, even if she hides the past today, she still has to face it in the future, it is better to frustrate the other party's arrogance today, and she always thinks about other people's justice.

"If you don't like it, we will go out of the palace, and they don't dare to say anything, so there is no need to grieve themselves."

Seeing that Qiao Mingyue's face was still heavy, Qi Jingyun became more and more convinced of what he thought in his heart, and his disgust for Lin Zitong couldn't help but deepen a little.

"You can still be patient, don't worry, I've not been so delicate, but how can you not learn and learn, it's better to listen more."

Qiao Mingyue sighed again as she spoke, always feeling that her life was difficult, King Jin was so childish, how could he be a good person.

Putting all this aside, he is still a short-lived ghost, is it possible that he will be a widow in the future?

Thinking about Qiao Mingyue, she felt aggrieved, she came to ancient times inexplicably, and she still had to be a widow, is there any reason for heaven!

"This king has a headache when he hears these sour words, and it is better to let this king learn than to kill this king!"

Qi Jingyun pursed his lips unhappily, looking at the so-called talents not far away arguing over a poem, and there was still a romantic appearance on weekdays.

"You ......"

When Qiao Mingyue wanted to say a few words, she saw Lin Zitong's maid hurriedly holding a guzheng and coming here, Qiao Mingyue couldn't help but scream in her heart, and got up and wanted to leave.

But he didn't want Qi Jingyun to think that the lady was angry with herself, so she grabbed Qiao Mingyue's wrist.

"Lady, don't be angry, isn't it possible for this king to be wrong?"

One sentence made the eyes of the people present focus on the two of them again, Qiao Mingyue was anxious, what image could she take care of there, and she broke free of Qi Jingyun's wrist with all her might, just wanting to leave here as soon as possible.

Who would have thought that Qi Jingyun couldn't lift her hands and shoulders, but her hands were like iron hoops, holding her to death, and she couldn't shake it even if she tried her best.

"You let go of me!"

Qiao Mingyue glared at the person in front of her fiercely, what is going on with this person, he doesn't look at the current situation, is it not good to go back and talk about something?

It has to be this time!

"The lady is wrong, the king is wrong!"

Qi Jingyun was full of thoughts about how to coax his own lady, and there was a lot of care there, and his hands were getting harder and harder, and Qiao Mingyue, who was only pinching, was in pain.

Seeing that Lin Zitong was about to walk in front of her with the guzheng in her arms, this nerd was still desperately pulling to prevent him from leaving, Qiao Mingyue suddenly sat down on the stone bench in a deflated mood.

looked at Qi Jingyun angrily, and he couldn't wait to cut this person with a thousand knives!

"Lady, it's good if you're not angry!"

Seeing that Qiao Mingyue was not forcibly leaving, Qi Jingyun showed a smile, but he didn't want Qiao Mingyue to suddenly whisper in his ear: "I'm about to be angry with you!" You wait for me! ”

After speaking, he got up with a smile and greeted Lin Zitong.

"Since Miss Lin has finished the poem, I will leave first, and if I have time in the future, I will come to my Qiao Mansion to sit down."

After speaking, without waiting for Lin Zitong to respond, he turned around and walked out of the crowd.

"I heard that the people of Yungui are extremely proficient in music and rhythm, and they are accompanied by mountain songs, since we are together today, why don't you let me wait to see it? Or is Miss Qiao in such a hurry to leave but afraid? ”

Lin Zitong said and put the guzheng on the stone table, and the gentle and lingering rhythm sounded slowly.

The people present fell silent and immersed themselves in the touching melody.

Only Qiao Mingyue took a deep breath and kept warning herself not to be rash and not to fall into the trap of the other party, but Lin Zitong's provocative words kept echoing in her ears.

"Miss Qiao is scared? Scared? I'm scared ......"

I'm afraid of a fart! Qiao Mingyue exhaled a breath of turbid breath violently, held her head high and slowly walked towards Qi Jingyun, whispering in her ear.

"I just saw a pipa in the Empress Dowager's palace, can you borrow it for me?"

"Pipa?"

Although Qi Jingyun had some doubts, he didn't ask anything, and walked quickly towards the Empress Dowager's palace.

When Qi Jingyun came back, Lin Zitong had just finished the song.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Qiao Mingyue took the pipa and gently wiped it.

The unique low chant of the pipa played the low and tragic sound of the war drum, and just now I was immersed in the bitterness of the little woman's love, grievance and sorrow, which was like a battlefield in an instant.

The sound of the war drums was low and tragic, and the tension in front of the general's formation jumped in front of him, and before everyone could get used to it, the sound of the pipa suddenly rose high, and the two armies fought with countless casualties, regardless of the blink of an eye, the general was defeated.

Qiao Mingyue's hands kept fluctuating, and the tone became longer and longer, the desolate and sad tune echoed in everyone's hearts, and the defeated general stood on the mountain of corpses, looking sad and indignant, looking at the blood-stained sky not far away.

There were ambushes all around, and the general drew his sword and killed himself on the mountain of corpses, his eyes always looking in the direction of home.

At the end of the song, everyone couldn't help but tear up, immersed in the grief of the general's self-slaughter for a long time, not far behind the rockery, the queen mother leaned on Jinqiu, her eyes were full of tears.

"The mourning family seems to have seen the first emperor again, he has to listen to the mourning family play a song before every expedition, since he left, the mourning family has never touched the pipa again......"

"You're tired, the slave will help you go back."

Seeing the Queen Mother like this, Jinqiu's heart was really uncomfortable, but she also knew that it was useless for her to say more, so she had to persuade the Queen Mother to go back and rest.

"Jinqiu, since the mourning family can't use it, give this pipa to the person who can use it, it's better than following the mourning family into the dust."