Chen Zheng and Xiao Zan looked at each other, and suddenly burst into joy, neither of them expected that they would be planted in the hands of the same woman.

"Is it Brother Chen and Brother Xiao who have arrived?" Zhong Zilu's voice came from the room.

Chen Zheng entered the house first, followed by Xiao Zan.

Entering the house, Chen Zheng looked up and saw that Zhong Zilu and Meng Junzhu were leaning on a Hu bed, on which there was a small square table with fruits and refreshments.

Meng Junzhu smiled slightly, pointed to the other Hu bed next to him, and said, "You two don't have to be polite, just sit down." ”

Chen Zheng was also not polite, and after sitting down, he asked, "I don't know what Miss Junzhu is looking for the two of us?" ”

"Naturally, it's for that song "Yulin Bell". Meng Junzhu said with a smile, "This poem is really Chen Gongzi's on-site improvisation?" ”

"Poetry is just the sustenance of feelings, as long as there are feelings, they can be transformed into poetry at any time." Chen Zheng said calmly.

Meng Junzhu listened, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking.

Looking at Meng Junzhu's contemplative expression, no one could have imagined that what the little girl said just now, "That person is a cheap bone", was learned from her.

Zhong Zilu, who was sitting next to Meng Junzhu, was also thinking about Chen Zheng's words, but he didn't seem to feel that something was right, so he hurriedly said: "I also have true feelings, but why can't I write it at the critical moment?" In the final analysis, it is still Brother Chen who is talented and does not mess up in danger. ”

This may sound like a boast, but in fact it is a self-justification.

Meng Junzhu was empathetic, and did not ask whether Zhong Zilu had true feelings, but asked: "Since Chen Gongzi said so, I wonder which woman is the one who talks about 'a thousand styles'?" ”

"That must be Brother Chen's wife!" Finally, it was Xiao Zan's turn to speak.

Since entering the house, Meng Junzhu's eyes have not been on Xiao Zan's body, which made him very hurt, and through this speech, Xiao Zan successfully pulled Meng Junzhu's eyes to himself.

Xiao Zan was very proud, and continued: "You don't know, Brother Chen's lady is a fairy-like figure, if I have a lady like that, I won't go far away." ”

Xiao Zan, who finally showed a handful, was very happy, and after finishing speaking, he picked a grape on the small table and ate it with relish.

But Xiao Zan didn't know that in front of a beautiful woman, praising another beautiful woman was a big compliment in itself.

Meng Junzhu, who was already indifferent to Xiao Zan, suddenly felt that he was a little annoying after listening to Xiao Zan's words, so he simply stopped paying attention to him.

"Chen Gongzi, there is no merit in the next place, today's victory is all based on Gongzi's wonderful words, please make a price." Meng Junzhu said very directly.

Chen Zheng was stunned, he didn't expect this Meng Junzhu to be so neat, and couldn't help laughing: "Miss Junzhu doesn't have to care, it's just a word, it's nothing." ”

"Childe's talent, in your opinion, is nothing, but to me, this is a great gift." Meng Junzhu explained, "Without this word, it is still uncertain who will be the Oiran this year. ”

Chen Zheng smiled slightly and said, "Brother Zhong and I hit it off at first sight, and this poem was given to Brother Zhong at that time. If the monarch girl wants to be grateful, then thank Brother Zhong. ”

Chen Zheng directly kicked the ball to Zhong Zilu, and there was constant ambiguity between this little scholar and this Qing man, and Chen Zheng simply added a fire.

Sure enough, Meng Junzhu did not discuss the matter of gratitude with Zhong Zilu, and it seems that the relationship between the two of them no longer needs to be thanked by anyone.

Chen Zheng smiled slightly and said, "If it weren't for my song, Miss Junzhu wouldn't necessarily lose, right?" ”

Meng Junzhu shook his head and said, "That Muyang's strength should not be underestimated, if there is no such song, I will definitely lose tonight's singing." ”

"Even if we lose tonight, won't there be another piano tomorrow night? Could it be that Miss Junzhu is so unconfident? Chen Zheng asked.

Meng Junzhu sighed lightly and said, "Originally, playing the piano was also my forte, but tomorrow, it may not reach the level it should be." ”

"Why is that?" Chen Zheng was puzzled.

Immediately, Chen just seemed to understand something, could it be that this Meng Junzhu was just in time for a relative to visit, and he was not in a good state?

It's understandable that women are absent for a few days a month.

It's not right, when I listened to Meng Junzhu singing just now, she was in a good state, and she didn't seem to be visiting from relatives.

Just when Chen Zheng was guessing wildly, Meng Junzhu walked down from the Hu bed, walked to the window with a pair of jade feet bare.

There seemed to be a table, covered with a piece of silk cloth, and Meng Junzhu walked over and lifted it directly.

Chen Zheng looked up, and sure enough, it was a table, and it was a guqin on it.

Presumably, tomorrow is better than playing the qin, that is, playing this guqin.

"Chen Gongzi, please come here to have a look." Meng Junzhu said.

Chen Zheng got down from the Hu bed, came to Meng Junzhu's side, looked at the guqin, and didn't see anything famous.

Chen Zheng doesn't understand music, let alone guqin, he only knows that this guqin seems to be called "Wenwu Lyre", and he doesn't know anything else.

Meng Junzhu saw that Chen Zheng was at a loss, so he stretched out a slender finger, plucked the strings, and made a "zheng" sound.

"Does it sound good?" Meng Junzhu asked.

Chen Zheng frowned and tried to say, "Sounds good, right?" ”

I just played it, how could it be good, but since it was played by a beautiful girl, it didn't matter if it sounded good.

Meng Junzhu pursed his lips and smiled, knowing that Chen Zheng didn't understand the rhythm, and said, "The sound of this piano is unclear, how can it be good?" ”

Chen Zheng was a little speechless, you know it's not good, you still ask me, deliberately make me ugly!

Seeing that Chen Zheng was a little unhappy, Meng Junzhu said again: "Chen Gongzi looked at this table carefully, did he find any problems?" ”

Table? This is Chen Zheng's profession, he took a look, and immediately found a thin crack on the table.

"The table seems to be damaged." Chen Zhengdao.

Meng Junzhu nodded and said, "Because I don't usually play the piano, I don't know when this piano table was damaged." The sound of the piano played by this piano table will naturally not be good, and it will not be as good as Namuyang. ”

"Wouldn't it be nice to change the table?" Chen Zheng was a little puzzled.

Meng Junzhu shook his head and said, "This piano table is specially made, and now in Hongjiang Mansion, no one can imitate it." ”

Hearing this, Chen Zhengda was interested, and looked carefully at the piano table, and at this glance, he finally saw a different doorway.

It turns out that the table top of this piano table has two layers up and down, so that a resonance box is formed, and there seem to be some copper wire springs and other devices in it, which can improve the sound quality of the guqin.

I have to say that the person who designed this piano table at that time really had some ideas.

"This piano table, you can do it below!" Chen Zheng smiled and put his hand on the table.