Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Whoever smells it, gets drunk.

The breeze winds around the peach yarn, like a dance.

The mantis turned his eyes and looked quietly.

Mei Langjun indifferently avoided Yuan Nuzheng's quietly cast gaze, raised the tea bowl, drank slowly, and sighed in his heart: I didn't expect that "Guangling San" would be unique in playing the pipa.

After the song was finished, Yuan Nuzheng did not wait for everyone's praise, held the pipa and returned it, and when she passed by Liu Nong's side, she quietly asked: "Liu Langjun, can the song played by Nuzheng still reach the ear?" ”

Ying Ying was secretly fragrant on the side, Liu Nong smiled faintly and replied, "Wonderful." ”

"Oh, what's so good......"

"Nuzheng!"

Only the word 'wonderful' obviously could not satisfy Yuan Nuzheng, and when she was about to ask again, Empress Yuan saw that the eldest brother's face was different, and quickly called softly, pulling the little sister with her mouth to her side, and didn't know what to say to her, Yuan Nuzheng glanced at Liu Nong quickly, and then her long eyelashes lightly and quietly lowered her head.

Alas......

All this came into Yuan Tan's eyes, and he secretly sighed and looked at Liu Nong, and at the same time, Liu Nong happened to turn his eyes and look at each other. Mei Langjun smiled slightly, slowly closed his head, and the color of his eyes was as clear as snow.

Yuan Tan looked stunned, and after a while, he raised the wine glass on the case and drank it slowly, which was regarded as a companion, and they tacitly understood each other.

Yuan Tanxin said: Zhan Zhen Zhuozhuo's jade, smooth and thorough, the ancient gentleman also! Zhan Zhen Haohao's beauty, clean and flawless, is the beauty of the world! Didn't that woman like it? It is common sense for the little sister to be happy, but they met late, and the family background is too different......

Thinking of this, he glanced at Xie Shang on the other edge.

Xie Shang didn't like to be surrounded by Xie's children, crookedly leaning on the low case, drinking alone. The palm of his hand gently patted the knee in front of him, which seemed to contain some kind of melody and rhythm. What is Father Xie Qi saying about facing the wind? He didn't hear a word! What are you talking to your sister in a whisper? He didn't pay attention at all! His eyes kept chasing Song Yi on the other side, and he whispered softly in his mouth: Picking Wei and picking Wei, Wei also stops; It is said that it is returned, and the years are endless......

Suddenly, his eyes were shocked. The hand clapping the knee froze.

At the same time, Song Yi got up.

The green skirt brushed the reed mat, brushed the side of the case, grabbed the green flute and slowly walked to the cliff side of the flying pavilion, unconsciously driving everyone's eyes to flow with it.

When he reached the pavilion, he paused and raised the flute to his mouth, but the sound did not start, and his eyes blinked twice. As if thinking of something, he turned around slowly, and said softly to the three of Xie Fu in the middle pavilion, and said softly: "Song Yi has seen Ji Junshou, Mr. Youru, and Mr. Yan Yuan. Song Yi has a please, I don't know if to talk about it? ”

"Oh?"

Wang Kan, Xie Pei, and Ji Zhan looked at each other for a moment, and then waved his hand and smiled: "All the gentlemen are waiting to listen to the sound of the sky, but the green fairy in the flute said that he had an invitation, I don't know why?" But let's talk about it! ”

"Song Yi thanks!"

Song Yi is once again a blessing. smiled and said: "The voice of the sky, Song Yi is ashamed to be ashamed!" The green fairy in the flute. Song Yi, a little woman, how dare she live there? If you talk about the rhythm of music, there are those who are better than Song Yi......" After a pause, he looked at Liu Nong, his eyes were soft and his expression was sincere. He said softly: "Liu Langjun, in the past, Song Yi had the honor to play a song with Jun, and since then, Song Yi has been thinking about it every time and forgetting to return, I don't know if it can be continued today?" ”

"Ah......h

"Mitsuru again?"

When Song Yiyan had a stronger voice than her. Except for the Seven Friends of the Red Chamber and a few people, everyone here is guessing who that person is? Song Yi, who was able to teach a green flute to ambush Jiankang, also sighed to himself! When he said that it was Liu Nong, the whole audience was in an uproar, and they all turned their eyes to Mei Langjun, I don't know when he had a chorus with Song Yi! What's more, he opened his mouth wide and exclaimed: This son is inhuman......

"Humph!"

Yuan Nuzheng snorted coldly and muttered, "I know that it must be him again......"

Empress Yuan sighed: "Liu Langjun's piano is indeed deserved!" As he spoke, his eyes turned to Liu Nong.

Liu Nong's eyebrows condensed slightly, and he said secretly, "If you talk about the reputation of music and rhythm, I am not as good as her now!" Song Yi's move is to repay the peach, I brought the pothos to meet her, and she intends to help! Slowly put the lamp aside, got up slowly, did not squint, waved his hand and said: "Song Xiaoniang has a good reputation, if you have to sing with the little lady, it is really Liu Nong's luck, how dare you say it!" ”

After that, Xu Bu walked to the flying pavilion, sat down behind the case, pressed his knees and straightened up, his eyes were pure, and his eyebrows were dangerous.

The pothos hugged the piano and followed, and when he stepped into the pavilion, he saw that the strange little lady Song was staring at herself, her eyes were as bright as stars, not instantaneous, and she was so stabbed that people seeped into it. ”

"Well, sister, get up!" Song Yi wanted to take a step forward to help up the pothos, but for no reason, his expression was stunned, he forcibly stopped his steps, smiled and nodded slowly, and then caught the flute and stood quietly on the side of the pavilion.

Alas!

Liu Nong sighed secretly, and waited on the side without a trace, then bowed his head slightly to Song Yi, and slowly closed his eyes. The autumn breeze blows on the cheeks, soft and soft, and the mind is slowly fluttering, not knowing where to go.

The heart is far-reaching, and the meaning is peaceful.

Slowly opened his eyes, smiled sideways and asked, "What song is it?" ”

Song Yi half-leaned on the pavilion railing, tilted his head and thought for a moment, and then Qingdi lightly slapped his jade palm and muttered: "Mo Ruo, Yilan? ”

"It's Yilan!"

Liu Nong smiled slightly, pressed the strings with both hands, left and right, and slowly brushed through, his eyes became softer and softer, and he felt the unique touch of each string, which was about to reach the end of the string.

When the wind rises, pinch the middle finger of the thumb and wipe the fingers.

The spring water flows quietly.

"Buzz, buzz......"

The sound of the piano is accompanied by the secluded spring, flowing quietly, floating back and forth between the pavilions and the mountains. Suddenly, the full seat of the monarchs was brought into the moonlit night, as if sitting alone in the flowing spring, the crown and belt swayed with the wind, and in the underground spring of the world, the shadow became pity.

"Buzz!"

There was a crack, and the sound was as long as a flocculent, teaching people to fly as if riding the wind, and pounced on the middle of the moon.

"Immortal ......"

"Woo......"

Just when the sound of the piano was exhausted, the sound of the flute was immersed.

A crisp sound, like an ethereal, endless wisp, like a nine-day fairy dancing under the moon. Gradually, the sound of the piano followed, flying side by side.

Liu Nong lowered his head slightly. Pulling out the sleeves of both hands like rolling waves, one after another scales fly out from under the fingers, and the flute sound is comfortable, and the flute sound is supported to a more secluded and absolute sound, and the clear and more tossed and turned and endured for a long time; Song Yi had a flute on his lips, and his eyes were like snow. The green yarn is fluttering in the wind, as if the next moment will fly with the wind, and the fluttering flute sound is locked in the river.

The crowd was full of kings, not to mention men, women, and children, who were all taken away by his voice.

But I can see: Yuan Nu is holding the pipa tightly in her arms, pressing the strings with her ten fingers, and her fingers are snow-white, lining the dankou beautifully; Yuan Tan tilted his head and looked at Feiting. Holding the wine glass between his mouth, the wine leaked, and he didn't notice it; Chu Li half-closed his eyes, his body swayed slightly with the scale, and he smiled from time to time; Xie Shang's indifferent expression finally saw waves, his elbow was on the case, but his thumb was in his mouth, and his eyes were red. The eyebrows trembled slightly, and the demon rule was boundless.

And the middle pavilion. Xie Qi smiled, Wang Kan shook his head, and Ji Zhan slowly stroked the silver beard.

Behind the screen, someone was holding the carved railing of the low bed tightly with both hands, leaning forward and frowning. His gaze passed through the gap in the painting screen, straight into the flying pavilion, lingering on the green woman who looked like a demon, and refused to leave.

The top of the orchid pavilion is still like a painting.

The end of the song. The seats were full.

The aftermath was still lingering in the pavilion, Liu Nong's hands had withdrawn from the strings and pressed them on his knees, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but stretch out, Lang Lang smiled, took a deep breath, slowly swung in his chest, and then slowly got up, waved his hands and said: "Fortunately!" ”

"Song Yi is very lucky!"

Song Yi held the flute on his waist, and slowly owed his body ten thousand blessings, like a roll of water's bright eyes on Liu Nong's body, and quietly flew towards the pothos.

"Look, look at what I'm doing......" Pothos endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask softly.

Song Yi chuckled: "My sister is good-looking!" ”

"Oh, Xiao Langjun looks better!"

Pothos blinked and blurted out, then suddenly came back to his senses, "Ah! With a sound, he was about to stretch out his hand to cover his mouth, but he saw Xiao Langjun smiling slightly, walked outside the pavilion with his hands on his back, and hurriedly hugged the rotten Tongqin on the case in his arms and followed closely.

"Alas......"

Behind him, there was a sigh.

At this time, everyone's minds slowly returned, looking at Meilangjun who stepped out of the pavilion, and their expressions were a little stunned. Huating Meihe, drunken moon jade fairy Liu Zhanzhen, after this cry, who else dares not to treat each other with a straight eye? !

The green crown and moon robe walk through the sea of eyes.

Later.

Xie Qi strode out of the middle pavilion, looked around the four fields, and said loudly: "Wonderful! Listening to this song, it is like the sound of heaven in my ears, how fortunate I am! The sky is blue and the moon is white, the water is vast and the mountains are green, and the uncle is playing the piano at night, and it is not the same! ”

After a pause, he said loudly: "If it is a speech, it should be ...... Before last! ”

On the top, a product.

Xie Yi's eyebrows twitched, he was overjoyed, and praised the case: "Wonderful! Congratulations! ”

Yuan Tan said: "Zhan Zhen, Huating Meihe, well-deserved!" ”

Chu Li shook his hands heavily: "Congratulations!" ”

"Zhan Zhen ......"

"Zhan Zhen!"

The cries continued, surrounded by smiles, and one by one young men came one after another.

One product!

Liu Nong let out a breath, smiled faintly, and shook towards the Quartet, and when he turned to the direction where Song Yi lived in the forest, he paused slightly, and slowly pulled down. Today, if there is no Song Yi with the flute to help, with his own piano skills solo, I am afraid that he will still be in the middle school, how can he be ungrateful, he should be respected.

At this point, the gorgeous Lanting Xingya ended.

And Liu Nong is full of reputation.

When he arrived at the bottom of the mountain, Song Yi sent a maidservant to send a bag, and Liu Nong opened it to take a look.

Two jasper gold steps, six-petal pear blossom quenching gold to make the phoenix head, three strands of hanging tassels inlaid with beads like tassels, a rough sweep to know that it is a precious thing, worth a thousand gold. There is still a letter paper in the middle, and there is a line of silk show Xiaokai: May the king fly high, just like the middle of the piano; You should know my heart and be kind to those around you; Song Yi will go, if Mianxue has a flute, Meixia or Fengjun......

A few words were hastily smeared.

After a little careful debate, his brows condensed slightly, and he silently recited: Because of Weijun, Hu is in the mud.

Liu Nong took the letter into his arms, "Because of Weijun, Hu is in the mud." In just nine words, he wandered back and forth in his chest, and he felt for a while, and couldn't help but look around, but when he saw that in the Gui Road, the gorgeous ox cart was dragged and stretched, how could he tell which one was Song Yi. Gently said to the maidservant: "Please return to the little lady Song on behalf of Liu Nong, so that you can cherish yourself......"

After thinking about it for a while, he said: "Decline, decline, return every night!" ”

Hearing this, the maid raised her head suddenly, just in time to meet Liu Nong's eyes, only to see that the Jinghu was deep and did not see waves, but occasionally there was a streamer tossing and turning; His expression was slightly stunned, leaned less, shallow and blessed, and said softly: "Servant, thank Liu Langjun for his auspicious words on behalf of the little lady." ”

With that, he quickly got up and left.

Laifu said: "Xiao Langjun, let's go." ”

"Hmm."

Liu Nong slowly retracted his gaze, put his robe on the swing, and stepped into the ox cart.

In the car, the green pothos leaned against the wall of the car, and her eyes blinked as if she was sleepy. Because Liu Nong only came with an ox cart, the two of them needed to sit together.

The green pothos saw Xiao Langjun come in with empty eyes, and his misty expression was not yet exhausted, and when the car body suddenly shook, his expression froze, and then his eyes suddenly brightened, and he smiled shyly: "Xiao Langjun, maid, maid, maid almost fell asleep!" ”

Liu Nong smiled slightly, sat down on the other side, and handed over the step shake in his hand: "You take this step shake." ”

"Ah, what a beautiful step!"

What woman doesn't love such delicate things? As soon as the pothos saw this step, she was deeply attracted by it, her eyelashes swished, but the look on her face was hesitant, and she struggled several times, and finally quietly bowed her head, and murmured: "Xiao Langjun, too, too precious, the servant is low, how can the servant be worthy...... Slave, slave don't ......" is silent, low and weak.

Liu Nong smiled: "If you give it to you, you will take it." ”

……

The cinnamon fragrance is long, and the bunches are green.

Under the two laurel trees in full bloom, a gorgeous oxcart was parked, and the bewitching girl half-lifted the embroidered curtain, slanting at the clouds in the sky.

It is mid-autumn, the polar eye is spreading, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the fragrance of flowers spreads with the wind.

A few petals were wrapped in the wind, leaving the branches, trembling, and swooping into the curtain.

One covers the eyes, and the other lingers between the lips.

The maid quietly walked to the side of the car and said in a low voice: "Little lady, Liu Langjun has accepted it, and there is still something to say." ”

"What?"

The jade-like hand slowly plucked the petals on the eyelashes, and then blew lightly, and the one on the lips swirled and floated out of the curtain, and the eyes drifted into the grass and disappeared.

The maid lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head, and said softly: "Decline, decline, return every night." ”

"Returning to ...... at Night"

Song Yi's eyes opened and closed, but he still didn't withdraw from the grass, and he didn't know what to think, his slightly condensed eyebrows quietly unfolded, and he muttered: "Chengjun Jiyan, I hope so." ”

"Smack, smack!"

"Phew!"

At this moment, an ox cart came at a gallop, and when it came near, the coachman shouted and restrained the oxen.

Curtains.

Two dressed men stepped out, one was Xiao Ran, and the other was about twenty years old, with broad eyebrows and a broad face, quite handsome, and after getting out of the car, he looked at Song Yi's car, but he didn't say anything.

Xiao Ran walked to the side of the car and said with a smile: "Sister, this is my brother's new friend Jiankang Yin Daoji, Brother Daoji has long admired Sister A's flute, and because he is about to travel far away, he wants to see him." ”

The person who came took three steps forward, waved his hand half-and-a-half, and said loudly: "Yin Daoji, I have seen Song Xiaoniang." The flute of the little lady of the Song Dynasty is unheard of in the sky, and it smells bad in the world. After this, Dao Ji was afraid that it would be difficult to smell again, so he came to ask to see, and he still invited the little lady to be strange! ”

"Song Yi has seen Yin Langjun."

Song Yi sat in the car, grabbed the green flute, lightly gave a blessing, and then glanced at the maid, the maid understood, and slowly put the embroidered curtain down.

The curtain is closed. (To be continued.) )