Manshuang nodded affirmatively, "I'm sure there is a sound of things breaking in the room every now and then. And you can hear the sound of a maid talking outside her door, confirming that it is her. ”

After lunch, Jian Yu went to the imperial study to approve the folding.

Because of today's events, most of the recitals sent by the ministers were blowing Pu Shuoling's rainbow fart.

A bunch of wallgrass!

Pu Shuoling frightened them with a cane, maybe he was too spineless, right?

But then again, I was half scared to death.

But I was already frightened by him, and I was only frightened today.

In this way, it shouldn't be considered a slap in the face, right?

However, this group of ministers is also very powerful when they see the wind, and they will also be a scourge in the future.

Looks like I'll have to remind them.

Speaking of wallgrass, it reminds me of a song from the 21st century.

"Su Lianhai, you can help me get a piano."

Although Jian Yu is a double science tyrant, he will also be biased.

To tell the truth, she just likes that kind of ancient style and ancient rhyme, so she went out to learn Guzheng in her spare time, and she has passed the seventh level.

Su Lianhai looked puzzled, but because it was Jian Yu's order, he didn't dare to disobey, so he had to bring her a good piano.

When Su Lianhai came in, he saw Jian Yu writing and painting in the imperial study.

He walked over to take a look, only to find that he didn't recognize what was on it.

I only know that Jian Yu wrote some strange characters and lines on it.

Of course he wouldn't recognize it, what Jian Yu wrote on the paper was a simple score.

In ancient times, there were no Arabic numerals, so Su Lianhai naturally wouldn't recognize them.

It wasn't until Jian Yu's Jane Composition was finished that she began to write the lyrics for that song.

Su Lianhai was watching Jian Yu write out the words of the song one by one.

Every time he finished writing a lyric, the shock on Su Lianhai's face added one more point.

"Your Majesty, this ......"

"It's fitting for those ministers who see the wind and steer the rudder, isn't it?"

Jian Yu finished writing the lyrics and wrote the title of the song "Immortal Sin" on the top.

This song is one of Jian Yu's favorite songs, not only the lyrics are ironic, but the title is well written.

Immortal sin, immortal sin......

Sin that never decays.

In life, no one is perfect.

Humans are easily fooled by the prosperity and interests in front of them.

And this song satirizes this situation.

The reason why Jian Yu said that this song is appropriate for those ministers who see the wind and steer the rudder is because of its first lyrics - "Disrupted dominoes, accustomed to blind dependence".

"Su Lianhai, is there anyone in the palace who is in the palace?" Jian Yu asked.

Su Lianhai pondered for a while before answering, "Your Majesty, except for your new concubine, the rest of the palace are all subordinates, and there is really no one who is good at music." ”

"What about outside the palace? I know. ”

"If you want to talk about outside the palace and the emperor knows, the first thing is the regent."

Pu Shuoling?

Jian Yu had a surprised expression on his face.

That bastard also understands music? I can't see it.

Music is used to cultivate sentiment, and people who are good at music must have a good personality.

But, Pu Shuoling? Why can't I see it?

"Who else but that bastard Pu Shuoling?"

Jian Yu has always hated the regent, and Su Lianhai was not surprised to hear Jian Yu's address to Pu Shuoling.

"What about other than him?"

She is now running through the principle of not seeing Pu Shuoling as much as possible.

His atrocities this morning are vividly remembered.

As soon as he thought of this, Jian Yu's heart was creepy.

"Except for the regent, that's Mrs. Xie."

Mrs. Xie? The little emperor's teacher, one of the few people who knows about the little emperor's daughter?

"Then let him come over, I have something to tell him."

Su Lianhai answered, and then ordered someone to call Mrs. Xie.