Although the North and South King Continent is a troubled era, for a great writer like Jiang Lang, life is elegant: "piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, tea" is still the highest spiritual pursuit in his life. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Those who are good at the piano are able to calm down,

Those who are good at chess are wise and wise,

Those who are good at writing are affectionate and sexual,

Those who are good at painting are perfect,

The good poet rhymes to the heart,

Those who are good drinkers are confidants,

Those who are good at tea cultivate sentiments,

Those who are good at flowers have a pleasant character.

Although Jiang Lang has never seen the mysterious young lady opposite, and he doesn't know who her name is, however, after listening to this song "Mountains and Flowing Water", Jiang Lang can completely conclude that she in the dark must be a smart woman in ice and snow.

"Hehehehehehe... Sir, I haven't answered for a long time, isn't the little woman playing well?" the mysterious female voice asked in some confusion.

"No, no, no, it's good, it's good... The girl played very well... can hear the girl's beautiful piano sound, Jiang, this life has died without regrets. Jiang Lang was afraid that she would misunderstand, so he hurriedly replied.

"Hehehehehehe... That's good, then take advantage of this beautiful day, you and I are lonely men and widows, little women, how about another song "Smiling Proud Jianghu" for Mr.?" The mysterious female voice said very heartily again.

"Okay, since the girl has such a Yaxing, of course Jiang can't ask for it, but... It's just that... Jiang Lang wanted to speak and stopped.

"Hehehehehehe... Just what, sir, but it doesn't hurt to say ... The mysterious female voice asked.

"It's just that this chicken was burned by the old man this afternoon, in order to accompany the crime, Jiang specially caught a live one and gave it to Miss, please Miss don't blame... Jiang Lang gave a salute.

"Hehehehehehe... It's okay, it's okay... After the mysterious female voice finished speaking, she "horned", put down the piano in her hand, and danced on the strings with her slender jade fingers.

It didn't take long for the beautiful sound of "Smiling Proud Jianghu" to come out, and what surprised Jiang Lang and the secret Li Zihao was that there was a short flute chorus in the sound of the piano.

"Obviously there is only the girl opposite, but she can play such a magical piano and flute harmonic effect, is she really an immortal?" Jiang Lang thought secretly in his heart while enjoying the Divine Comedy.

"Hehehe, sir, is there any poetry tonight?" asked the mysterious woman with a smile.

"Yes, yes, big have, the girl rested early, Jiang will retire... Jiang Lang said and made a gesture out of the darkness, then turned back,

Jiang Lang really didn't have any intentions at this time, let alone any other thoughts, just wanted to rush home with great interest, and then it was a night of hard work.

"Hehehehehehe... Sir, you wait ... Why are you leaving in such a hurry?" said the mysterious woman's voice in disgust.

Hearing this, Jiang Lang actually stopped without a master, Jiang Lang at this moment was not in general panic, but he had lived for most of his life, and for the first time he really felt that the little heart in his chest was "Bang, bang, bang... "Beating.

"Hehehehehehe... Sir, my name is Qiu'e... The mysterious female voice said softly.

"Okay, Miss Qiu'e, then Jiang will retire... Jiang Lang didn't look back, but after replying in a trembling voice, he hummed the minor tune of "Smiling Proud Jianghu" with great satisfaction, and walked towards his cottage.

"Hehehehehehe... ”

Finally, the long string of hearty laughter echoed for a long time over the empty field of this deserted village, and it took a long time before it gradually dissipated.

At this time, although Jiang Lang had returned to the grass house, Li Zihao, who had been dormant in secret, did not leave, he had been hiding in the dark, quietly observing the movement of the big rooster that was lifted upside down by Jiang Lang.

Because, he also slept a long head during the day, and Li Zihao at this time also did not have the slightest sleepiness.

It didn't take long for the time to hear Jiang Lang standing in the vegetable field just now, where the big rooster made a "cluck... Rise... "Aang... Giggles... Such a frightened voice.

At this time, Li Zihao, who had been dormant in the grass on the side of the road for a long time, knew that it must be a beauty who came to fetch the big rooster left by Jiang Lang, so he rushed to the vegetable garden of hope in his heart regardless of the brisk steps of "Three Seven Twenty-One".

With the very faint moonlight, Li Zihao saw a very graceful figure in front of him very vaguely, so he was born from the side of his guts, his heart was so horizontal, he quickened his pace, and pounced towards the goddess in his heart.

It doesn't matter if she hugs her, when Miss Qiu'e turned her face, she only heard Li Zihao make a "ah~" plan, and then foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground. The next day, when Zhuge Qing passed by the vegetable garden of Jiang Lang's house again and found Li Zihao, who had passed out here for a long time, he slapped Li Zihao's pink and tender little white face a few times, and then asked very curiously and with great concern:

"Brother Zihao, Brother Zihao, why are you sleeping here?Wake up, wake up~"

Hearing that someone was calling, Li Zihao finally woke up, but he looked at Zhuge Qing squatting in front of him with dull eyes, and then stood up, up and down with very suspicious eyes, left, right, right, carefully, and seriously looked at Zhuge Qing.

Li Zihao's posture made Zhuge Qing really hairy, and then Zhuge Qing calmed down, and also asked in a very trembling voice: "Brother Zihao... How... What's wrong?"

"Ahh You... You are a ghost ... You're a demon fox... Hahahaha... Li Zihao said, jumping, and ran into the distance...

For a long time, for a long time, on the desolate field, on the edge of Jiang Lang's grass house, only the lonely Zhuge Qing was left, his eyes widened, and he was stunned for a long time on the vegetable field full of chicken feathers, watching Li Zihao gradually move away.

"Good~" After a plan,

Jiang Lang stroked his long black beard, and took the pen very satisfied, then he looked at the sun in the sky, and pinched his fingers again, at this time the hour had already touched a quarter of noon, so Jiang Lang muttered in his heart:

"Hey, that's not right, Brother Zhuge Qing, I said okay, I'm going to pick up the painting today? Why haven't I come yet? No, I have to go out and have a look... ”

Thinking of this, Jiang Lang opened the courtyard door after stretching for a long time, and did not take a few steps, and when he looked up, he saw Zhuge Qing standing in a pile of chicken feathers, in a daze.

"Eh, Brother Zhuge Qing, what are you doing standing there?" Jiang Lang asked with a loud laugh.

"He... He... Li Zihao... He... After Zhuge Qing heard Jiang Lang's question, he pointed ahead very innocently, and stopped talking.

Jiang Lang was still interested at this time, so he raised his feet forward, came to Zhuge Qing's side happily, grabbed his sleeve, and said:

"Hehe... Li Zihao, that bear bag, don't worry about him, go, Brother Zhuge Qing, follow me to the grass house to taste poetry~"