When Yang Lian heard this, he looked at the son of the Zhou family carefully, and said in a lost voice: "A few days ago, a few days ago, you ......." ”

"A few days ago, in the early morning, I bought a piece of cloth, but the money bag was lost, if it weren't for the help of the son, this face would have been lost." The son of the Zhou family lowered his head, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, and his face was red and about to drip blood.

Yang Lian almost slapped his thigh, when he looked at the son of the Zhou family just now, he felt strange, he only felt that it should be a woman and not a man, he didn't expect that the guess would come true, and he had helped her. After such a stunned effort, the son of the Zhou family was slightly disappointed in his heart.

Unexpectedly, he didn't remember himself, and it had only been a few days. Isn't my countenance beautiful? Isn't it enough for him to remember me? The son of the Zhou family couldn't help but sigh in his heart, with a disappointed expression on his face.

"It turned out to be a son-in-law." Yang Lian smiled and said in a low voice, she didn't want to expose her true identity, in this place, after all, she was a little sensitive.

The son of the Zhou family said in a low voice: "Thank you, son." My name is Emperor Zhou E, don't forget it. As he spoke, the son of the Zhou family pursed his lips and smiled, his watery eyes flowing with infinite style, like a fox.

Yang Lian's body shook slightly, and he was almost captured, although he knew what he was going to do, but when he met such a peerless little fox, how many normal men were not moved?

The son of the Zhou family didn't speak, lowered his head, ate and smiled and walked forward, she was happy to see the man's expression like this.

Yang Lian shook his head and secretly reminded himself that the purpose of this trip to Jinling, although Emperor Zhou E is a beautiful woman in the world and is known to most people in later generations, she is nothing compared to the great cause of recovering the country. Yang Lian settled his mind and was about to walk forward, when suddenly, a voice sounded.

"This son, this is the invitation you dropped." It was the girl from Xiaoxiang Pavilion who broke the siege, still covering her face with a white veil, which made people unable to see her appearance.

Yang Lian stretched out his hand and took it out of his arms, and sure enough, it was gone, and he didn't know when it fell to the ground. Hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you, girl." ”

"No thanks." The woman handed the invitation to Yang Lian and looked at him deeply, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she chose to leave.

Yang Lian looked at the back of the woman leaving, and couldn't help squinting her eyes, where did she seem to have seen this back? Before he could figure it out, Lin Renzhao shouted at him in front.

"Here we are." Yang Lian gathered his mind and walked towards the box.

In the box, there are more than a dozen candles lit, bright, and in the window, there are a few chairs and tables, which are not much different from later generations, but they are shorter. There are some fruits on the table, mostly courgettes, lychees, longans and other things.

Li Congjia, the son of the Zhou family, and Lin Renzhao have already sat down, and Chen Tie is also cheeky and has already found a place to sit down. Yang Lian also chose a place to sit down. This box is in a very good location, with a flat view of the center of the stage. At a glance, the first floor was overcrowded, and it was noisy at this time.

Li Congjia smiled, after all, he was a teenager and had forgotten what had just happened, he pointed ahead and said, "The location of this box is excellent, I booked it half a month in advance." As he spoke, he looked at the son of the Zhou family as if he was invited.

The son of the Zhou family didn't seem to see it, and concentrated on dealing with the lychee in her hand, which was her biggest enemy. Li Congjia hit the cotton with strength, and suddenly lost interest, and turned his head down to eat longan.

On the stage, several women were still dancing, but at this time, no one noticed them. The man in Tsing Yi at the door was still inspecting the invitation, and after half an hour, the door of Xiaoxiang Pavilion was closed. Dozens of helpers were busy, cleaning up the situation, placing everyone well, and telling them that in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, they should not run around and make trouble, otherwise they would not be able to enter Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the future.

These people were also peaceful, and after persuading them a few times, everyone quieted down, but Yang Lian still heard the voices of people outside the door, and there were still people who wanted to come in, just like some people in later generations.

After waiting for half a pillar of incense, the old bustard walked out slowly, stood on the stage and spoke loudly, but no one wanted to listen to what she said, and I don't know who took the lead in shouting: "Zeng Yiling." The others also shouted, and Zeng Yiling's three words were like thunder, almost lifting the roof.

When Yang Lian saw the bustard, he couldn't help but shake his head again and again. Five generations inherited the charm of the Tang Dynasty, although the atmosphere is relatively open, and this place is also a place for fireworks, but the dress of this old bustard is too glamorous.

Half of the snow-white shoulders were exposed, the bandeau was bulging high, and some of the people who watched it were bleeding blood. However, the bustard is an old bustard after all, at least in his forties, and he has wrinkles on his face, even if he wipes it with foundation, he can't hide it.

Facing the sound of the tsunami in the mountains below, the old bustard did not panic, but said it loudly, but her words were covered up in the three words "Zeng Yiling".

The strength of the masses is great, the old bustard was quickly defeated, said a few words, hurriedly retreated to the rear, and found Zeng Yiling: "Lingling, mother can't stand it." ”

Zeng Yiling was dressed in lilac clothes and a hat on her head, the tassel just blocked her face, and her face was faintly visible, making people feel that she was really a beautiful woman.

After the bustard retreated, two large pieces of cloth on the stage were closed together, blocking the stage tightly.

Yang Lian narrowed his eyes, this Zeng Yiling is not simple, he can actually think of packaging himself in this way.

After waiting for a while, suddenly, a steady sound sounded, and the curtain gradually opened. On the stage, a woman sat cross-legged in the center, playing a guqin in front of her.

Around the women, several women in red clothes danced with Zeng Yiling's piano sound.

The sound of the piano was steady at first, and gradually became angry and sad.

Li Congjia touched the short beard that had just grown out of his chin and savored it.

Although Yang Lian was aggressive and didn't like to study in his previous life, he liked music very much. This song is somewhat similar to "Guangling San", but Yang Lian is not sure, after all, it is said that Guangling San is lost, although later generations have found it, it has also been sorted out and adapted, which is very different from the song at this time.

In the audience, everyone listened to the breathing to stop, and the hearts of those who knew the goods couldn't help but admire, this Guanglingsan is really a peerless sound, and then there is Zeng Yiling's superb piano skills to play, it is indeed a lingering sound.

Chen Tie was on the side, clenching his hands, and at this time, as the music progressed, the sound of the piano became rapid and low, like the endless anger of the water of the Yangtze River. The impassioned and stirring music collided with each other, and Nie Zheng's anger was vented at this moment, and he stabbed a dagger into King Han's chest, blood gushed out, staining Nie Zheng's face red.

The revenge was avenged, Nie Zheng scratched his face and committed suicide in disfigurement. The sound of the soldiers finally stopped, and the sound of killing gradually came to an end. The indomitable spirit of politics.

Chen Tie clenched his fists, this is his true portrayal, in his mind, Li Jun is a tyrant, the Fujian Kingdom perished, but his heart to restore the country is not dead. It's just a pity that the emperor was imprisoned, so he couldn't start, and he was very unwilling.

Yang Lian narrowed his eyes, Guanglingsan seemed ordinary, but the actual meaning was different.

According to Yang Lian's thoughts, Zeng Yiling should be able to play more soothing tunes such as mountains and flowing waters, and the autumn moon in the Han Palace, but he didn't expect it to be Guangling San, a song full of anger and murderous spirit, telling the deeds of the assassin Nie Zheng.

This Zeng Yiling is really strange.

Others didn't think as much as Yang Lian thought, after a song, first there was silence, and then suddenly the mountains roared and the tsunami rose. I had only heard it before, but now, everyone has a real experience.

Although Zeng Yiling's playing has ended, the melody in his mind is still circling, making people either sad or excited.

Jinling has been peaceful for many years, drunk and gold-obsessed, most of the people are rich, and Jinling is the capital of the Southern Tang Dynasty, there are many high-ranking officials and nobles, and there are more rich people. Many people are proficient in music and rhythm, and they can't help but praise at this time. Even if it is Guanglingsan played by Ji Kang, I'm afraid it's just that.

Yang Lian's heart was excited, but because of the sound of killing in Guangling, the blood in his heart was ignited, as if he was Nie Zheng, this time he came to Jinling to assassinate the "King of Han", but the "King of Han" in Yang Lian's heart is the whole world.

Everyone cheered, and after half a sound, the Xiaoxiang Pavilion gradually returned to calm, Zeng Yiling on the stage was in arrears, and the dancers all retreated, leaving her alone.

"It's better to be happy alone than to be happy in all, and Ling plans to select one person from among the guest officers and play a song with the concubine." Zeng Yiling spoke, and the sound was as beautiful as the sound of the piano.

The atmosphere in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was suddenly ignited, and many people stood up frantically and shouted excitedly: "I, I, I!" ”

Yang Lian narrowed his eyes, this Zeng Yiling is not only good at packaging, but also has insight into people's psychology, although she is a woman, she is really a great character, but unfortunately, she is a woman after all.

The son of the Zhou family was a little moved, but she also knew that among so many people, only one person could be selected, and the probability of choosing herself was too low.

At this time, the door of the box next door was opened, and a man who was about seven feet tall and had a very well-proportioned figure walked out, went to the side of the stage, saluted Zeng Yiling, and said, "In Xia Li Hongji, I have admired Miss Zeng for a long time. I also have some research on the rhythm of music, I don't know if it is an honor to play a song with the girl? ”

Lin Renzhao was taken aback, he glanced at Li Hongji, and said in a lost voice: "He is Li Hongji?" "Because he clearly recognized this person, this person was the one who had just clashed with him!

Yang Lian smiled slightly, thinking that you finally knew.

Li Congjia sighed and said, "That's right, he is my eldest brother, Li Hongji!" ”

Lin Renzhao was speechless in surprise, that young man was Li Hongji, the eldest son of today's son, and this person was his younger brother! In other words, he is also a prince!

Yang Lian also pretended to be surprised, and said, "I've seen the prince." ”

Li Congjia glanced at the son of the Zhou family, he enjoyed this feeling of being on top of the world, he smiled and waved his hand, and said, "Today I came to listen to Miss Zeng's piano skills, they are all friends, and the two of them don't need to be polite." ”

Yang Lian and Lin Renzhao looked out at this time. It's just that the mood of the two is completely different.