Meng Junzhu was unmoved, unfazed, just Ying Ying smiled lightly and responded to everyone.

Thump!

Someone actually fell, and the person next to him quickly helped him up and asked, "Why did you fall to the ground?" Did you fall? ”

The man shook his head and said with a stupid smile: "Meng Junzhu smiled at me just now, did you see it, Meng Junzhu smiled at me just now!" ”

When the man who was still holding him heard this, his face changed, and he let go of his hand directly, and the man stood unsteadily, and fell to the ground again, but he was not annoyed, and he was still shouting: "She smiled at me!" ”

"Phew! Stinky and shameless! The one who helped him chirped, "Is Meng Junzhu smiling at you?" Obviously smiling at me! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, some other people began to heckle again, and everyone felt that Meng Junzhu was smiling at him.

Meng Junzhu spoke, and sure enough, it was the "Yulin Bell" that Chen Zheng recited just now.

"Chilling ......"

The building suddenly became quiet, no one quarreled anymore, no one made any more noise, everyone looked at Meng Junzhu and listened to her singing.

Listening to this through a veil is really different from watching a real person listen.

Meng Junzhu sang beautifully and tactfully before, but it always made people feel unreal and unreal, as if he was far away and had nothing to do with him.

Now it's okay, the gauze tent is opened, Meng Junzhu smiles, moves and stops, all in his eyes, this kind of audio-visual double feeling is several times stronger than before!

“…… Nostalgia, Lan Zhou urged ......"

Hearing this, everyone brought themselves into Meng Junzhu's singing, and they were very dissatisfied with the boatman who did not exist, but kept urging.

What a rush! Can't you let the little couple stay quiet for a while? Didn't you hear the two of them holding hands and teary-eyed?

Chen Zheng was listening downstairs, and was also moved by Meng Junzhu's singing, and he thought of the night before he left Dongyang County.

That night, he and his wife Yue Xiaorong separated, hugged and slept together, what a beautiful night!

Chen Zheng was sure that if he didn't leave the next day, something more wonderful would have happened that night.

But he couldn't help but leave, Li Shuang, the scribes, and the emperor of Kyoto were all waiting for him to escort the sea whale bone to Jianye, how consistent this is with the scene in the words!

"Alas! I have a kinship to my heart! Chen Zheng sighed secretly.

Meng Junzhu sang freely on the second floor: "Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more so Kan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival!" ”

The artistic conception gradually became sad, many people seemed to remember some things, and some of them were full of feelings, and they even left tears with Meng Junzhu's lyrics.

Meng Junzhu actually sang them and cried!

You must know that most of the visitors who visit the Qinglou Workshop every day are looking for fun and excitement, and the most unaccustomed thing is infatuation.

However, Meng Junzhu activated the seed of infatuation in their hearts that was about to rot through a Yulin bell, otherwise they would not have been in love with tears in their eyes.

“…… If the good day is good, there are thousands of styles, and who can I say! ”

After singing a song, there was silence for a long time, and I don't know who was the first to say hello, and the cheers of the whole building broke out, and the momentum was higher and higher.

Mu Yang, who was resting in the background, listened to the movement outside a little blankly, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, and when there was a bang, he fell to the ground and fell apart!

She also heard Meng Junzhu sing, she sang really well, and she was really convinced, but she was unwilling!

Mu Yang knew that she couldn't compare to Meng Junzhu in singing, so Chunfanglou bought four high-quality lyrics for her, just to overwhelm the other party in terms of quantity.

Because she had already inquired that there was a scholar beside Meng Junzhu who made two poems for her, even if Meng Zhujun wrote another one by himself, it would not be as much as herself, and it could be said that the odds of winning were very high.

Moreover, the development of things is completely under his control, although he can't sing as well as Meng Junzhu, but from the third song, sure enough, Meng Junzhu came up with his own works.

And by the fourth song, the other party's new words were sold out, and it was supposed to win.

But just now, someone came to tell her secretly, and when she was singing the fourth song, the scholar wrote a new set of words and gave them to Meng Junzhu.

Originally, this kind of improvisational writing will not produce any good work, unless you meet the kind of genius that is unique in ten thousand.

But after listening to Meng Junzhu singing, Mu Yang was stunned, could this scholar really be the genius of the thousands? I was actually bumped into by myself.

Mu Yang leaned on the pillar behind her, closed her eyes and meditated, she was really tired tonight, and she sang four tunes in a row, both physically and mentally, she was very tired.

This is a mental blow, don't blame yourself for not working hard, it's just that the other party is too cunning.

But Mu Yang was a little puzzled, there are words of this level, why didn't he take them out at the beginning?

Just the last one Yulin bell, even if I go to buy four more, I can't compare!

Mu Yang opened his eyes suddenly, snorted coldly, and said to himself: "It turns out that the other party has always looked down on himself, and he has no intention of comparing himself with his best works at all!" ”

Mu Yang suddenly felt a little aggrieved, and he would never lose to Meng Junzhu in terms of appearance; In terms of talent, although it is slightly inferior, it is also the same level, but the fate is completely different.

Meng Junzhu, who is in the Yanyu Building, is a well-known Qing man, even if he spends a sky-high price, he can only meet and listen to a song, which depends on Meng Junzhu's mood.

And what about yourself? As long as the price is enough, you can play as much as you want.

One is priceless, the other is priceless, and it is not the same in itself.

"Go tell the bustard that I'm throwing in the towel." Mu Yang whispered to the maid beside him.

The maid frowned and asked, "Do you really want to admit defeat?" This is already the second time I have lost, and this year's Oiran is Meng Junzhu. ”

Mu Yang smiled sadly and said, "I can't compare to Meng Junzhu, and it's not a pity to lose." ”

"Hmph, the owner has spent a lot of money on you, and if you lose like this, aren't you afraid that the owner will blame?" The girl scoffed.

Mu Yang glanced at the little girl, how could she not know that just the night before, the owner brought the little girl into the small black room, and since then, this little girl has been a little arrogant.

"It's just a little girl, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson and do your thing!" Mu Yang scolded, "Tell that old bustard, if you lose this time, I still have to compete in the next game, it depends on whether Meng Junzhu dares or not!" ”

The little girl was reprimanded by Mu Yang for a few words, and she was really a little honest, but she just walked out with a mutter.

Mu Yang looked at the girl's back with disdain, and shook her head, how did she not know that the owner was just for freshness and taste, and the poor little girl thought that she had found the hope of clinging.

A poor and ignorant man!