71 End the feast

Chen Anran said aggrievedly: "Eh, Mr. Ya's rule is that every time he is invited, he only plays one song, and now he is accompanied by his cousin, and the song that he promised to congratulate his mother on her birthday cannot be performed." ”

Yan Minxue is not without regrets, "Didn't the big sister rob the ......" and covered her mouth after saying half a sentence, "How can this be, it's a pity......"

"I see, this is really a flower offering to the Buddha."

"I thought it was an exception, but I didn't expect it to ......"

Mrs. Yongning Houfu waved her hand very generously and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's the right thing for everyone to be happy, I can't do without this." ”

"The first musician's birthday song, it's hard to find, it's a pity."

"Wasted ......"

Didn't expect that, right?

Mrs. Yong'an Hou glanced at the Duchess of Yan Guo, from the moment your daughter opened her mouth to ask Mr. Ya to accompany her, whether it succeeds or not, this result is already doomed.

After today, your daughter's reputation will be ruined, and she will do it to herself.

Yan Zhulin asked calmly as if he hadn't heard the discussion of others: "I heard that Mr. Ya can play soothing music, I wonder if the birthday song she promised to play for her aunt is soothing?" ”

It is a kind of music that is transmitted from a distant country by the Taoist of the Yong Dynasty, and it has the effect of calming the nerves and calming the heart, which is very magical. Originally, it was only circulated among Taoists, but because of its special effect, countless musicians also flocked to it.

Unfortunately, not everyone can ask for teaching, and even if someone wants to teach, they may not be able to learn it.

Chen Anran sighed: "What's the matter, the quota for this song has been taken up by you......"

"Okay," Mrs. Yongning Hou said generously, "It's just a piece of music, just like it." ”

Knowing that it was possible to smell Anjinle, but now they have lost this opportunity, their perception of Yan Zhulin couldn't help but change sharply, and she still seemed to be nothing.

"Uncle, I don't know when I will ask Mr. Ya to play?"

Is this an incomprehension of the rules? Is it possible that you still want to fool around by pretending to be stupid?

"Miaomiao, it's not that I don't want to ......"

Yan Zhulin replied: "If my aunt doesn't try, how do you know if you don't move?" ”

The Marquis of Yongning didn't want to lose this person, "Since that's the case, it's better to invite Miaomiao." ”

"In that case," Yan Zhulin said with a smile, "Mr. Ya, the master invites you to play a birthday song." ”

As soon as the words fell, before the guests could react, melodious and gentle music came from the lakeside.

After hearing the music, everyone with different expressions gradually calmed down, and the music sounded nothing special, but it was just beautiful, but for some reason it made people feel peaceful and peaceful.

When the music stopped, Mr. Ya came out of the pavilion, went to the stone platform and greeted Yan Zhulin, and then said goodbye to Mrs. Yong'an Hou.

It wasn't until Mr. Ya left that Mrs. Yong'an Hou seemed to come back to her senses, and the eyes of the others looking at Yan Zhulin also changed, most of them were complicated and confused, but they didn't despise it.

After a while, someone said up, "Mr. Ya's rules, this has changed?" ”

Yan Zhulin said with a smile, "It's not that it has changed, Mr. Ya just played a song for me and my aunt." ”

A noble girl's voice came from the crowd, speaking quickly and quickly, and everyone could not tell who it was, but everyone could understand it: "Miss Yan is really a big face." ”

"I won't hide it from you, Mr. Ya is just looking at the face of the tutor."

Who is Yan Zhulin's master?

No one knows, only that Miss Yan was not in good health when she was a child, so she followed an old monk to practice, and there are also rumors that she followed an old monk.

Even if the people present were not human spirits, they were not fools, no one asked in detail, and in the midst of the praise, the poetry meeting of the Hou Mansion ended.