Jiang Yu'er quickly disappeared on the street at the other end of Linjiang Lane under the drag of Ling'er, but she didn't know that on the third floor of the Linjiang Building, which was not far from them, an old man saw everything that had just happened.

This old man is naturally the old man Xia Yunxia, the old man was invited three times by Huang Ji, the assassin of Yuzhou, for his son's education, and only reluctantly agreed to let him come to the river tower for a meal tonight. Unexpectedly, he was attracted by the melodious flute sound of Wu Zheng, who was happy with his wife downstairs, and pushed open the window to see that the young man playing the flute was not Wu Zheng or anyone.

The old man couldn't help but feel funny, his old man was a full-fledged person, but he had never heard of Wu Zheng's tune at this time, and he originally wanted to ask Wu Zheng where he learned this tune, but the old man stood tall and suddenly saw Jiang Yu'er who was slowly approaching the two.

Then I saw the scene where Jiang Yu'er asked Wu Zheng for lyrics and songs, which made the old man a little surprised, wasn't that kid improvised in order to make his wife happy?

In the end, Wu Zheng not only wrote the song, but also filled in the lyrics, although the words were written in his old man's ears, but it was such a mess of things and the poignant song that was played and sung by Jiang Yu'er's mouth, which actually gave people a refreshing feeling.

Huang Tingshi in the private room looked at the old man standing alone in front of the windowsill and looked at the riverside and laughed, he finally couldn't help but come over and look out the window after waiting for a long time, but he didn't look at anything.

couldn't help asking: "Dare to ask Master Xia, but you see the wonders?" Why is it that students are just a river in their eyes? ”

The old man glanced at him angrily, sat down at the table again, and said, "The show is over, and all you can see is naturally the river." But did you hear the flute just now? ”

Wu Zheng is playing downstairs here, and the penetration of the flute is strong, of course he heard the yellow thorn history clearly, and at that time he was also wondering which guy played the tune so good, he was also curious and wanted to push open the window to see, but tonight there was the old man Xia present, but he didn't dare to make a mistake with the old man Xia pushing open the window, and the sound of the piano came in, making him feel that this song was even more extraordinary.

The music played by the woman who played and sang was several points higher than the flute, and then the poignant singing spread in like water waves, and he was even more fascinated to hear it, but how the song sounded like the sound of the Oiran River fish of this year's Shangyuan Flower Club.

Thinking of this, Huang Ji couldn't help but wonder in his heart, why didn't Xia Shi ask about the flute-playing Jiang Yu'er, but instead asked about the nobody who played the flute?

Huang Ji saluted to the old disciple of Xia: "The flute is melodious, the song is poignant and fascinating, I dare not deceive Master Xia, but it is the first time that the students have heard of such a good song, I don't know who is the master who played the flute just now?" ”

When Xia Lao heard this, he was immediately amused by Huang Ji's words, and laughed: "A bullshit master, he is just a little slippery head who swaggers and cheats everywhere." But! It's also a bit capable. ”

Huang Ji couldn't help but be surprised, and asked, "Is there a young man in Yuzhou who can enter the eyes of Master Xia now?" ”

"Junjie, the old man said that he was a little slippery head."

Huang Ji said with a smile: "In the eyes of Xia Shi, he can be regarded as a capable slippery head, and in the eyes of my generation, he naturally deserves the word Junjie." ”

Xia Lao seemed to be interested, and asked with a smile: "Do you know why the old man said that he has the ability?" ”

Huang Ji shook his head and said, "Please also ask Master Xia for advice." ”

Xia Lao smiled: "That kid's ability is that he can cheat money, Huang Xing's old and famous iron rooster, that kid can actually let him hollow out his family, do you think it's a skill." ”

Huang Ji couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, he knew that the deception that came out of Xia Lao's mouth was something that could be classified as elegant and the like, and the kind of deception he thought was different from the same thing, but he couldn't help but wonder what method Wu Zheng used to make Mr. Huang hollow out his family.

"Dare to ask Master Xia who this son is?"

Xia Lao smiled: "We have a Wu big stick mallet in Yuzhou City, I don't know if you have heard of it?" ”

Huang Ji was stunned, how did the name Wu Dabang mallet come about, he knows better than anyone else as the assassin of Yuzhou, why the Wu family declined, why the descendants were looked down upon, and wasn't it because of Wu Zhidao's defeat in the party struggle a hundred years ago and left a bane for his descendants?

Since Wu Zhidao, the Wu family has not been successful for three generations, which is inseparable from the history of the assassin of Yuzhou, and it has almost become a tradition of the assassin of Yuzhou in the past hundred years, and Huang Ji, as the current assassin of Yuzhou, naturally inherited this tradition.

It's just that today, what does it mean that Xia Lao suddenly mentioned this matter in front of him? Could it be that the right prime minister is now in the middle of the court, and even Xia Lao can't stand it? If Xia Lao is against the right minister, and he has already returned to his hometown, he has a few chances of winning, so does his son still want to worship him as a teacher?

Huang Ji suddenly sighed: "The old Wu family in Liuzhi Lane, it is difficult for the student to know if he is the assassin of Yuzhou!" Is this piper downstairs the stupid boy? ”

Xia Lao smiled: "Look at you also said that he is a stupid boy, do you think this kid is very slippery?" ”

"This ......"

When Huang Ji was embarrassed, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open from the outside very rudely, Xia Lao and Huang Ji were stunned by this daredevil, and then Huang Ji's face was ugly, because it was none other than his son Alan Wong who pushed the door open.

Huang Ji's face was very ugly and he wanted to slap the table, but he didn't dare to attack in front of Xia Lao, so he only endured his anger and confessed to Xia Lao, and then bit his cheek and said to Alan Huang: "Rebel, what kind of recklessness has you become!" Why don't you come over and make amends to Master Xia! ”

Alan Wong shrank his neck and knew that he was in trouble, and hurriedly walked in to make amends to Xia Lao respectfully, and then heard Huang Ji ask: "What the hell is going on, is it that you are so impatient, is it that there is water at home?" ”

Alan Wong shook his head and said, "The child just wants to prove to his father what the child said back then." ”

"What?"

"My father still remembers that my son told my father three years ago that although Wu Zheng can't read and is a little pedantic, he is definitely not the fool that the world says. And now it seems that he is not a fool, but also a very smart man, at least smarter than the child thought at the beginning. ”

Huang Ji glared at his son angrily, is he a fool who still needs you to talk?

"Okay, I know, you step back first! As a father, there is still something to talk to Master Xia here. ”

Alan Wong saw that his father was still the same, so he took out a piece of paper from his arms unconvinced and said, "If your father still doesn't believe it, you can take a look at this." ”

After speaking, he put the paper in front of his father's table, Huang Ji glanced at it angrily, this was his subconscious behavior, but it turned out as if he saw something incredible at that moment, and when he was about to pick up the paper and take a good look at it again, the paper fell into Xia Lao's hand.

"The smoke cage is cold and the moon is long and sandy, and the night is close to the restaurant in Jialing. The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the backyard flowers across the river. ”

With Xia Lao's soft recitation, Huang Ji's eyes couldn't help but show surprise, as far as this poem is concerned, he can't make such a good sentence as a thorn in the history of Jinshi's birth, and the feelings of family and country contained in the poem are even more admirable, but that kid can really have such family and country feelings when he is young?

"Don't you tell your father that such a good work was done by that boy?"