The Qinhuai River is always so lively, Ning Zhiyuan hates the prosperity here, but likes to create this prosperous singers.

When the Ming Dynasty was in danger of life and death, Ning Zhiyuan knew that they would use their weak bodies to walk at the parallel point of good and evil, the intersection of life and death.

"Xiangjun, there are no new words tonight, or the two songs from before, will you play them?" Ning Zhiyuan said softly.

"Eun, I know, the music made up by Childe is very easy to practice." Li Xiangjun nodded, without last night's rudeness and naughtiness, and put on a decent disguise again.

"Ning Gongzi," Liu's mother said, "There have been more and more guests in the past two days, and today it is completely full, and a lot of guests have been pushed out, how can this be good?" "For some reason, when Mother Liu encounters this business problem, she will tell Ning Zhiyuan, maybe in her opinion, Ning Gongzi is a wonderful person.

"Tomorrow, you will let the guests who can't sit down go to Meixianglou, and I will go to Meixianglou after singing in this homecoming." Ning Zhiyuan thought for a moment and said.

I was a little speechless in my heart, the readers of this era are too pedantic, and they can't find anyone who is willing to learn to sing, they are only willing to listen, and only I am an alternative to run on both sides.

"That's good, that's good." Mother Liu raised her eyebrows, nodded and said, "Ning Gongzi rest assured, the harvest of Meixianglou is also counted as the ransom fee of Yin'er." ”

Ning Zhiyuan nodded, there is nothing to say, Mother Liu is just a woman who stares at her eyes in the feudal era to make money, and money can give her enough security.

After singing two songs in a row, I drank a cup of tea made by Li Xiangjun, and made a cup myself.

Li Xiangjun looked at Ning Zhiyuan, who was still clumsy, and said again, "Why do you still make your own tea, anyway, Sister Liu has already been married home by you, you can't just let her make tea for you, Sister Liu is better at making tea than me." ”

Ning Zhiyuan was surprised to hear the word 'marry', nodded and said, "Yes, I married Ru home, so I want to make a pot of tea for my wife." ”

Li Xiangjun blinked, and a flash of bright color flashed, "Is it his wife?" His eyes were staring at Ning Zhiyuan.

"Yes," Ning Zhiyuan said firmly.

"Then you can make me a cup of tea later, so I can tell you where you need to improve." Li Xiangjun said a little mischievous again, thinking in her heart that Sister Liu was blessed.

Ning Zhiyuan was happy that Li Xiangjun occasionally wrote down his disguise in front of him, and he felt even more that this was the posture that this girl should have.

"Okay," Ning Zhiyuan replied, then got up to leave, he promised Liu Ru and Xing Yuan that they would go home for dinner.

Ning Zhiyuan left the room under Li Xiangjun's gaze, and was about to leave the hall, but was unexpectedly stopped.

"Ning Xie Yuan stays." This was Hou Fangyu's voice, Ning Zhiyuan heard it, so he ignored it and continued to move forward.

"Ning Jieyuan, please stay." Hou Fangyu's face became a little ugly, and he said again, this time with one more word.

I know, but I still ignore it. Ning Zhiyuan thought.

"Zhiyuan stays." Another voice shouted, and this time Ning Zhiyuan stopped, slowly turned around and said, "Zhou Shilang." ”

Still ignored Hou Fangyu, whose face was already pale, next to him.

"Is there something wrong?" The tone was tepid, looking at the bureaucrat in front of him who had retired from the court.

Zhou Daodeng was a little surprised that this Ning Zhiyuan could still remain calm in this situation, he was very unhappy in his heart, don't you know what he did? Snatched my little wife, do you know? said, "It's not a big deal, it's just that listening to the two pieces you composed by Zhiyuan, it sounds like a different taste, so I want to talk to you." ”

"Outside Zhou Yuan," Ning Zhiyuan suddenly shouted, not calling Zhou Shilang, which made Zhou Daodeng's face change suddenly, "I'm singing, not singing." The tone was calm and a little scary.

He couldn't hear the ridicule in Zhou Daodeng's tone, even if it was so, he was going to fight back!

The homecoming courtyard instantly became quiet, and time seemed to stand still because of Ning Zhiyuan.

"Shouldn't I go?" Ning Zhiyuan broke this calm and said loudly, so he turned around again, "Outside the staff is cherished." ”

Hearing the sound of the girl running out of the room, eleven-year-old Li Xiangjun looked at Ning Zhiyuan's back in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

Ning Zhiyuan is not afraid of this so-called Zhou Shilang, no, it should be outside Zhou Yuan, if the two sides are kind words, Ning Zhiyuan doesn't mind saying a few flattering words, but since he has torn his face, then simply tear it apart.

Zhou Daodeng, as a squire, must still have some connections in the court, Ning Zhiyuan knows that if he becomes an official, he will have a certain obstacle to himself, but will he be an official?

As soon as Ning Zhiyuan entered the house, he heard a burst of piano sounds, and he found that this was the first song he had made in this world, the song of the poppy, and Liu Ru was a song made up by himself.

With the sound of the piano, Ning Zhiyuan slowly walked to the backyard, one big and one small girls were sitting in the pavilion, Liu Ru was stroking the piano, Xing Yuanyuan was listening, Ning Zhiyuan looked at the two of them knowingly, smiled, and when the song was finished, the two hands gently hugged Liu Rushi and Xing Yuan.

Xing Yuanyuan had long been used to it, and although Liu Ru slept with Ning Zhiyuan yesterday, he still blushed a little.

"Brother Ziyu, you're back, let's eat." Xing Yuanyuan turned his head and said with a smile, "I just practiced with Sister Liu." ”

Nodding, Ning Zhiyuan enjoyed the feeling at this time, and led the two girls to the dining room to start eating, without speaking, but very warm.

What made Ning Zhiyuan a little happy was that the progress of the glass could basically be formed into a perfect shape when he saw it himself, and it was estimated that it would be completely successful in a few days.

When he was sleeping, Liu Ru still appeared on Ning Zhiyuan's bed, Ning Zhiyuan was very calm in his heart, but he was very impulsive physically, because the purity of his heart could not prevent the change of chemical reaction, so he crawled all night in a very strange posture.

When Ning Zhiyuan yawned and appeared in the assembly place of more than 2,000 people, seeing Li Dingfang's slightly meaningful eyes, Ning Zhiyuan rolled his eyes and expressed his depression.

Li Jun and Ning Zhiyuan's expressions of greeting each other were also much softened, Ning Zhiyuan believed that this was a real man, and he was also working for himself sincerely.

"Dingfang, how many days can the silver two support now." After a day of training, Ning Zhiyuan found Li Dingfang and asked.

"According to the current usage, half a month." Li Dingfang frowned and said, he just wanted to mention this matter to Ning Zhiyuan, and now that Zhiyuan asked himself, it would be better.

Ning Zhiyuan smiled, raised the invitation card in his hand, and said, "What are you worried about, I'll get you silver tonight, and I'll give the big guy meat tomorrow." ”

Li Dingfang also eased his face and nodded, he deeply admired Ning Zhiyuan's ability to make money in the poetry circle, this large group of people was raised in this way.

The sky will be night, and the moon will be like water.

Ning Zhiyuan is very busy today, after participating in this poetry meeting, he still has to go to the Guijiayuan and Meixiang Building, and there are still two people in the Qinglou waiting for him, he wants to laugh a little when he thinks about it. And he came to the third green building, Agarwood Pavilion.

It's not like the name of a green building, but it's a green building.

"Ning Gongzi, please." handed the invitation to the little guy at the door, and the little guy took Ning Zhiyuan to a seat, Ning Zhiyuan thanked him and took a seat.

He didn't want to come today, even if he had money to earn, he didn't want to come, but he couldn't help but come, he had to give Li Julin a face, that was Ying Tianfu Yin, Li Ying's father.

However, he was puzzled that he didn't see Li Ying.

Sure enough, Zhou Daodeng and Hou Fangyu were here, and they were still very close to Ning Zhiyuan, at this level of poetry, he guessed that there would be Zhou Daodeng, a retired waiter, as for Hou Fangyu, he was barely a character. One of the four sons of the Restoration Society arranged by later generations.

Ning Zhiyuan didn't know Li Julin, but watching a bureaucrat with a vague resemblance to Li Ying get up, Ning Zhiyuan thought that it should be him.

"Thank you for coming to participate in today's poetry meeting, this poetry meeting has two purposes, one is to meet friends with poetry, and the other is to see off Zhou Shilang, who will leave Yingtian tomorrow." Li Julin said slowly.

Ning Zhiyuan felt as if he saw Li Julin's gaze sweeping towards him.