In the hall of the Huancai Building, there was a buzzing and lively atmosphere at this time, and almost everyone was attracted by the amazing Huanxi Sha of Shicai, and even the junior who ran the hall was secretly reciting it, so that it would be good to talk about it in the future.

Only the initiator of all this was wearing a dirty green cloth jacket, holding his hands in front of his chest and looking behind the screen with anticipation.

Sure enough, a moment later, I saw Xiao Er walking out from behind the screen carrying a vermilion lacquer lyre.

The hall suddenly fell silent, and under everyone's gaze, a veiled woman came from behind the screen.

She walked to the guqin, first owed her body without saying a word, and after giving ten thousand blessings to the guests, she sat cross-legged and put the seven-stringed guqin on her lap.

She walked out from behind the screen and sat down cross-legged now, although she didn't say a word, but her eyes seemed to be full of a thousand words, and everyone held their breath for a while.

"Hum-" The slender and white jade fingers like new bamboo shoots gently brushed the strings, and everyone only felt as if time had stood still at this moment.

Then the sound of the piano sounded, and the sound of the piano was like a gurgling stream from a deep valley and secluded mountain; It was like a breeze around the ears, suddenly undulating, and the listener only felt refreshed, and even more so, he had closed his eyes to find the note that jumped in the void.

"Remnant Snow Condensation Cold Painting Screen ......" The person who played the piano opened her mouth softly and whispered, and with her gentle singing, there was a sense of floating birth and poignancy that came one after another, occupying her heart, as if everything in front of her had gone with the song.

"The flute of Luomei has been watched three times, and no one is in the moon." Under the interpretation of these two sentences in the hollow valley, it seems that as soon as I close my eyes, I can see the poignancy of the lonely moon hanging in the sky in the lyrics, and my heart has a feeling of being both clear and cold, lonely and lonely.

"I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know what the king is crying about."

This weak woman, although she is the focus of everyone at the moment, when she sings these two sentences, she seems to be alone, as if she is talking to herself about the sadness in her heart, and sighing for herself and sighing for others.

Chen Xian only felt that Lu Xiaochai sang that her whole body was soft everywhere, as if she was gently breathing in her ears at the moment, worthy of being the Oiran of Hangzhou Mansion, just unprepared on-the-spot play, she interpreted the artistic conception behind this song to the extreme.

After singing the last sentence of "Breaking the intestines, remembering the ...... of life", two tears rolled down from the singer's eyes.

These tears, like two pearls, slowly slipped down the jade-like cheeks, and finally disappeared under the veil.

It's just a song, the crows are silent, and the needles can be heard.

Many people seem to have entered the lonely and cold realm of the lyrics, and unconsciously followed the singer and left tears.

"Phew." Feng Niang, who was standing alone on the corridor on the third floor, stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and scolded in her heart: What are you crying for no reason, how can you get older and less successful.

Lu Xiaochai secretly glanced at Chen Xian, and saw that the latter was also looking sluggish at the moment, and the wooden pestle was there, so he felt happy in his heart, and secretly made up his mind, Chen Lang and I should never be as lovesick as the poem he made......

She stood up, held the guqin obliquely, saluted the guests, and left a back like a fairy, and left.

After she left for a long time, the hall was quiet for a long time, and many guests came to their senses and discussed.

Yan Jian took a long breath, closed his eyes and silently reflected for a long time, before he sighed to himself: "It's really heavenly, I don't feel the sound after three days around the beam, I'm afraid it's just that!" ”

After that, he looked down downstairs, but saw where there was still Chen Xian's shadow, so he had to smile bitterly, turned to Fan Xing beside him and said: "Today, I will see the masterpiece first, and then smell the sounds of heaven, but it is worth the trip!" It's just that Brother Lao Fan broke the bill for this! ”

Fan Xing saw that he already had the intention of saying goodbye when he spoke, and he was suddenly a little anxious: "It's still early, why don't you and me drink two more cups?" ”

Yan Jian was pulled by Fan Xingqiang today, and at this moment he listened to this lonely and quiet song performed by Lu Xiaochai, and he only felt sad in his heart, and couldn't help but think of the old mother who had passed away. ”

"Ugh." Fan Ying looked at Yan Jian's departing back and sighed with some regret.

Chen Xian had already returned to Lu Xiaochai's courtyard, and was sitting at the table with his cheeks crossed at the moment, with a smirk on his face, looking at this talented woman stupidly.

Under the light of the faint candle flame, the blush on Lu Xiaochai's face became more vivid, and the red Feixia first spread from the cheeks to the jade neck, and finally spread to the back of the pearl-like earlobes.

She really couldn't stand Chen Xian's gaze, so she lowered her head slightly, coughed lightly, and said angrily: "Chen Lang, do you have flowers on the concubine's face......"

"Ahh Chen Xian came back to his senses and said with a smile: "There are no flowers on the face, but people are more beautiful than flowers." ”

The crazy words of his sweetheart made Lu Xiaochai feel even more ashamed, so he had to remind softly: "Isn't Chen Lang still going to write on the card?" ”

"Oh!" Chen Xian suddenly remembered that he still had a huge project to do, so he threw down the sentence "Xiaochai, you are too good." He slipped back to the east wing where he was temporarily staying.

Lu Xiaochai was stunned by Chen Xian's brainless words, she was both ashamed and happy in her heart, and listened to the footsteps outside the door gradually getting farther away with a red face, before she let out a long breath and gently covered her hands on her undulating chest.

Chen Xian went back to the room, sat down at the table, facing the mountains of paper piled up on the ground, he shook his head with a wry smile: "What is it to copy a poem, this thing is the hardest ......"

The next day, before dawn, Chen Xian trotted out all the way out with panda eyes.

However, this time, no one was watching anymore, and it seemed that a lyric that he copied last night had quietly changed Feng Niang's mind.

trotted all the way to the foot of Ziyang Mountain, and when I was far away, I saw a thin middle-aged man and a girl wearing a white embroidered jacket standing in front of the climbing stone steps, and it was Yan Jian's father and daughter.

When Yan Jian saw Chen Xian coming, he smiled and waved his hand: "Xingzhi Xiaoyou, meet again!" ”

Chen Xian ran to him, panting and bowing to his knees, and reluctantly said hello: "Old words, it's early!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Chen Xian couldn't wait to swallow what he had just said back into his stomach - the old saying is an official, if he is unhappy, find an excuse to throw himself into prison again, Xiao Hai has no money to save himself again......

Yan Jian didn't mean to be presumptuous at all, but smiled smilingly: "The little friend who is doing is really frank, and he will express his mind when he thinks about it." I'm afraid that only such a wanton and free person can make such wonderful words as 'I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know what is going on in tears'. After speaking, he gently stroked his short beard and sighed: "Old words, old words, I can't say old now!" ”

Zixiao, who was standing beside him, smiled and said, "Daddy, who is still saying that he is in good health this morning, even a twenty-year-old guy is not as good as you?" ”