In the past, Ruyan was also the top girl, and Chen Mo's old and bustard were common on TV in later generations, not only the charm still exists, but the taste is also very elegant, until Chen Mo bumped into her body, only faintly smelled a faint fragrance, if there is nothing, but refreshing, I can't help but make a fire in my lower abdomen, until I heard the man upstairs again, I suddenly woke up, took my hand away from Ruyan's waist, took a step back and asked, "Why is there someone upstairs?" ”

Ruyan didn't know that Chen Mo was a fake eunuch, and the fleeting closeness did not cause any ripples in her heart, she only thought that Chen Mo was angry, and she was suddenly angry and anxious, and hurriedly explained: "The slave family doesn't know, today on the fifteenth, the ninth girl specially added the scene, sang the song you sang here before, and then just came back, it is estimated that there is not even a cup of tea, why is there suddenly a man?" ”

"Forget it, since the ninth girl has a guest, let's come back next time!" Chen Mo wasn't angry, but he was a little disappointed and turned around to leave.

Ruyan immediately became anxious, and finally the relationship had just eased, and she saw Tao Baosheng so respectful to Chen Mo, she was unwilling to give up this opportunity to slap Chen Mo, and grabbed his arm: "Don't go, master, the ninth girl is not the kind of person you think, and there may be ......a misunderstanding in this matter."

"Who's out there?" Before Ruyan's words were finished, he was interrupted by Xing'er's unique slightly sandy voice: "Mom? How did you......? Hey? Isn't this Master Chen, why don't you come up? As she spoke, she rushed over like a swallow, grabbed Chen Mo's sleeve and said with a smile: "The master came just in time, let's talk about you, if the ninth girl and Mr. Wang know that you are coming, they may be so happy!" ”

"Mr. Wang?" Chen Mo asked in a daze, and his body was involuntarily dragged upstairs by Xing'er.

Ruyan stretched out her hand to touch her chest, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and followed closely behind. Like Chen Mo, she was also curious about who Mr. Wang was in Xing'er's mouth.

"Mr. Wang? That's the famous Jingshi, the sound shocks the north and the south......" Xing'er giggled: "Rong slave maid will sell a pass first, and the master will know when he enters." ”

"Who could it be?" Chen Mo muttered to himself, his body shook suddenly, he quickened his pace, crossed Xing'er, walked a few steps, and before he pushed the door, he saw the door open by itself, and an old man and a woman covered with a white veil stood up to the door, hurriedly bowed down and sang a fat promise, and said respectfully:

"The younger generation Chen Mo, I have seen Mr. Fengzhou, Mr. Gao Yi before, the younger generation is grateful, just because of the injury, I have never visited, I don't want to meet here today, really, it is really a high incense burned in the last life......"

"Poof-" The woman in the white gauze listened to Chen Mo chewing the words in front of her, and a sentence came out of the back, and she couldn't help laughing.

The old man also smiled, stepped forward to look at Chen Mo, and nodded again and again: "Not bad, what a young hero who is in danger and tries to turn the tide, it's a pity, it's a pity ......"

"What a pity?" Seeing that he deliberately sold Guanzi, Chen Mo asked casually.

"It's a pity that this sycophant kung fu can't be at home, and I have to practice hard!" It is not uncommon for eunuchs to be in charge of the Ming generation, and most of them do not learn and do not know how to do it, and the world thinks that their rights come from the merit of the master, so Wang Shizhen's words are a bit ridiculous.

That's right, Mr. Fengzhou in Chen Mo's mouth is the old man who helped him that night in the lamp market, and he is also the person who later led the literati to make trouble in the lobby of the criminal department.

In the past, he had offended Yan Shifan, the son of Yan Song, the minister of power, several times, and ran to rescue the famous minister Yang Jisheng, and even offended the late master Zhang Juzheng, although the official position is not high, the status in the eyes of the world's scholars is like a saint, the fame is high, the reputation is obvious, and there is no other in the world.

"Let Mr. Fengzhou say, the younger generation can have today, it is all a coincidence, if you really want to work hard, you will not suffer such a big grievance, and you will be sent back to Zhaoling to guard the tomb today."

Chen Mo naturally heard the banter in Wang Shizhen's words, and knew that in the other party's mind, his status as a eunuch was at least unpopular. It's no wonder that the other party is not angry, who let those eunuch ancestors not fight and make this profession infamous.

At this moment, he is more and more grateful to Zhu Yijun for coming, he is lucky to be young, even if his talent is high, it will arouse jealousy. Even people like Wang Shizhen, didn't they also bring it out from between words?

"Oh? Do you want to go back to Zhaoling again? Wang Shizhen was really surprised.

"You can't just talk at the door, can you?" Before Chen Mo could answer, Xing'er suddenly interjected from the side, and everyone came to their senses, gave way, and entered the house one after another.

This is the first time that Chen Mo has entered a civilian woman's boudoir since he has crossed over, well, although Li Jiumei is not a civilian, he still can't help but look around. I saw that the house was very spacious, with three vertical and horizontal rooms, and only a screen embroidered with a golden silk bird was used at the easternmost end.

Next to the screen, is a carved black lacquered wooden bed, should be used by Xing'er, Chen Mo did not bother to look, swept over, his eyes fell on the west end of the room, near the marble low table on the dresser, on the guqin, walked a few steps over, and saw that next to the dark red guqin was a snow-white rice paper, with the lyrics of "The Love of My Life" written in Juanxiu's handwriting, and some unintelligible symbols (what is the piano score?). ), immediately believed Ruyan's words, this voice of the afterlife that has passed through more than 300 years is indeed brought by him.

"Didn't Mr. Wang praise the slave family for writing well? And voila, here comes the real author! Li Jiumei's voice was like a yellow warbler, and there was a faint hint of indescribable charm in the crispness. As she approached, there was a faint dark fragrance, slightly stronger than smoke, but not like those vulgar powders, which annoyed people to smell.

Another delicate woman, Chen Mo secretly commented, eager to reach out and remove the white veil on Li Jiumei's face to see what she looked like.

"You wrote that?" Wang Shizhen was afraid that she had forgotten Shicai's curiosity about Chen Mo's return to Zhaoling, and returned to the lyrics.

Chen Mo didn't have the heart to plagiarize, but he was afraid of trouble, so he said sorry to the original work, and nodded: "It's okay to hum and play, you can't get into the hall of elegance, so Mr. smiled...... Mr. advocates that 'literature must be Qin and Han, and poetry must be prosperous in the Tang Dynasty', and he must look down on these nonsense ......"

"Who said that Mr. praised this word as 'unpretentious and piercing'!" Xing'er interjected with a smile, Wang Shizhen nodded, and said: "This word sounds bland at first, think about it carefully, but it has an endless aftertaste, the world is full of statehood, the world's helplessness, and the expression is incisive, especially after the nine girls re-composed the music, complementing each other, making people listen to it......"

"Actually, when you listen to this song, you don't have to say anything, you just need to listen quietly and attentively." Apricot interjected again. She has listened to this song countless times these days, and I don't know when she faintly began to envy the "you" floating outside the white clouds in the lyrics, and glanced at Chen Mo without a trace at the moment, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Chen Moke didn't know that Xing'er was feeling sorry for him, and when he heard her say this, his heart suddenly moved, and he said: "Actually, this poem has a poignant love story, I don't know if you want to hear it?" ”