A boy in Tsing Yi walked in front of him, and after approaching the three of them, he saluted and said, "Pei Gongzi, my master has been waiting for a long time." "This boy is about twelve or thirteen years old, that is, the age of Liusang, handsome, his eyebrows are very elegant, his demeanor is quite graceful, although the clothes on his body are not gorgeous, but they are extremely pure and neat, and the whole garden is very harmonious with the nobility that is not revealed.

Seeing the subtleties, just by looking at the performance of the servants, you can figure out the style and style of its master.

Pei Shu hurriedly replied and apologized: "It's not here, but there is a gift that will be given to Brother Yi, and it must be sent to a servant here...... These two are friends under him, and they came because they admired Yi's brother, and they hoped to lead the way. ”

He turned his hand and pushed Chu Yuyue Jiefei to the boy in Tsing Yi, and he walked back to the door and waited.

Chu Yu subconsciously opened his mouth to defend that he didn't admire Wang Yizhi, but thinking that this was someone else's territory after all, let's look at Wang Yizhi's super wealth, so he admired it.

Along the winding and quiet corridor, the boy in Tsing Yi is in front, Chu Yu is in the center, Yue Jiefei is at the end, and before he reaches the end of the corridor, he hears the faint sound of the piano, which slowly echoes in the air, and at the end of the corridor is a green weeping willow, and the willow silk cut from jasper is like a natural barrier, blocking Chu Yu's sight.

The sound of the harp came from behind the weeping willow forest.

Although it is noon in early summer, there is no feeling of dryness and heat in this garden, and even the sunlight seems to be much gentler than outside.

Wang Yizhi is not only rich, but also very good at enjoyment.

Walking between the low-hanging willow branches, the sound of the piano became clearer and clearer, and when the three of them walked through the weeping willow forest and suddenly opened up in front of them, the faint sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Chu Yu looked at it, and saw that there was a clear lake like jade in front of him, there were aquatic plants and swimming fish in the lake, and there were lotus leaves floating on the lake, the lotus flowers had not yet bloomed, and the snow-white buds were tightly closed. Occasionally, a gentle breeze blows across the lake, bringing cool humidity to the surroundings.

There are fish in the lake, and there are pavilions on the lake.

The owner of this room, Wang Yizhi, and the other three young men who had seen them at the poetry meeting last time, rested in the pavilion built on the lake, which was connected to the shore by a long bridge.

When Chu Yu and the others came out of the forest, it was when the sound of the piano stopped, and the eyes of everyone in the pavilion were all gathered under Xiao Bei's fingers, and under the slender fingers, a broken string was weakly attached to the body of the piano, while the other strings still had a slight vibration.

The string is broken.

For a while, everyone was silent.

As the host of the party, Wang Yizhi leaned on the edge of the beams and pillars next to the pavilion, and casually quipped: "The string is broken for a bosom friend, but the one who comes is Brother Xiao Bei's bosom friend?" "He was at the far end of the crowd, and therefore the first to find a man walking in the weeping willow forest.

Hearing what he said, the people in the pavilion also turned their eyes to the lakeside, and Xiao Bei also raised his eyes as cold as ice.

The pavilion was only four or five zhang away from the weeping willow forest by the lake, so as soon as Chu Yu and the three of them walked out of the forest, everyone saw her face clearly.

Wang Yizhi sighed softly, there was more playfulness in his eyes, and Xiao Bei saw Chu Yu, but his face suddenly turned cold, and his hands pressed the strings unconsciously down, and the guqin made a dull sound.

Chu Yu also saw Xiao Bei sitting in the pavilion at a glance, and even saw the cold rejection in his eyes, but since she had already come cheekily, of course she would not care about the objections of individual people.

The pavilion is full of literati and scholars, if the warriors are uncomfortable in the meantime, Chu Yu asked Yue Jiefei to guard by the lake, and he stepped on the stone bridge more than a foot wide with the boy in Tsing Yi, and walked towards the octagonal pavilion without hurrying.

Standing still in front of the pavilion, the eyes ushered in, some disdainful, some rejected, some curious, and some playful.

The boy in Tsing Yi saluted Wang Yizhi, and briefly explained that Chu Yu was brought by Pei Shu in a few words, Wang Yizhi waved his hand and asked him to step back, and then, he looked at Chu Yu calmly.

Wang Yizhi clapped his hands lightly and said with a smile: "The person who comes is a guest, there are no rules in my house, please feel free to do whatever you want." He had a lazy smile between his eyebrows, the neckline of his shirt was half open, his hair was scattered in a bun, and there was still a suspicious red on his neck, which looked like the marks of the girl's lips.

The last time he held a poetry meeting, maybe it was because in public, Wang Yizhi was a little more restrained, but now in his own home, he seems to have thrown off all the shackles, how to be free.

Chu Yucai stepped on the steps of the pavilion and heard Xiao Bei say coldly: "How could she be here?" If she's there, I'll go. Although the words were short, the attitude was clear, obviously a little bit of a disagreement with Chu Yu.

Wang Yizhi raised his hand slightly and made a blocking action, although he didn't stop it, but Xiao Bei stopped because of his action, and only heard Wang Yizhi smile and said: "The string is broken for the bosom friend, the two of you are so fateful, even if there are any grievances in the past, it should be resolved." ”

Grievances?

Chu Yu looked at Xiao Bei with interest, just planning to see how he responded.

Xiao Bei's eyes were frosty, and he said coldly: "This string was broken because it was unbearable for people with filth to listen." ”

The filthy person he said was naturally Chu Yu.

Chu Yu smiled slightly, and unceremoniously sneered: "This string is really embarrassing, it is tortured every day under the hands of the unpopular player, and finally died in Fangcai." She raised her hand to Wang Yiyi, raised her eyebrows and said: "It is said that it is a bosom friend below, and it is absolutely impossible to be a bosom friend below, what is worth knowing about such a vulgar voice?" ”

Before she could finish speaking, everyone was shocked.

The origin of this name is also related to the qin, in the past, there were people who asked for a song and could not get it, so someone gave him the name of a thousand golden sons, which also reflected the high skill of Xiao Bei's piano from one side, few people in the world can match, but Chu Yu actually derogated without scruples, it is simply arrogant!

Not into the stream. Vulgar.

Even if he was as unruly as Wang Yizhi, he didn't expect that such a description would one day be placed on Xiao Bei's body.

Although Chu Yu had just arrived, because of just a few words, everyone's attention was focused on her. Even the boy in Tsing Yi, who had only walked back a few steps and had not yet moved away, couldn't help but glance back to see what kind of ability this person had to dare to let out such arrogant words.

This is also Chu Yu's purpose.