A poem fell, and inside the painting south hall, Ya Que was silent.

It was so silent that you could hear the sound of a needle hitting the ground.

After a long silence, everyone's eyes were on the woman with a clear face and a slender figure.

For a moment, I don't know who started to give high-fives first.

Then thunderous applause rang out.

Song Lanyi looked at Li Qingzhao, Li Qingzhao seemed to notice this gaze, turned around, and looked at Song Lanyi.

Their eyes met in mid-air, one with the curiosity and admiration of today, and the other with the scrutiny and joy of the ancients.

Immediately, the two smiled slightly.

At this moment, the poetic culture was written in gold, floating in the air.

As the text forms complete sentences, the words and sentences become visions again.

In a vision, everyone seemed to come to a deep courtyard.

Outside the house was the sound of the wind, and the sound of the rain hitting the sycamore leaves, the sound of the rain was dripping, like a clear sorrow, with a slight ripple.

Luo Chenxuan on the stage saw this scene and seemed to be aware, and his eyebrows were stained with a wisp of sorrow.

Under the influence of this melancholy, she involuntarily stroked the strings.

The strings sounded like a pebble at first, thrown into the heart lake.

After the song was lost and gradually entered a melancholy atmosphere, she opened her mouth lightly, "Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable." ”

Seven groups of overlapping words, perfectly integrated with the tune, add a rhythmic beauty that is incomparable to the sound of the piano, not only catchy to read, but also a sense of poignant and tactful, wandering downturn.

Listening to Luo Chen's hand plucking the strings, his eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a faint sadness, and he looked eloquent, "When it is warm and cold, it is most difficult to ...... it"

As the music gradually sounded, the entire painting south hall seemed to fall into a strange atmosphere.

Whether it was Song Lanyi or others, they were all immersed in the sound of the piano.

As Gong Shangjiao's tone sounded one by one, their moods also fluctuated.

Even this phenomenon has spread to the entire Gyeonggi region over time.

All of a sudden, even the most lively West Market could only hear the sound of the piano.

By the end of the song, Luo Chen's eyes were already red, and her tone was slightly choked and broken, "The sycamore is more fine, and it will be bit by bit at dusk." ”

"This time, what a sad word!"

At the end of the song, the aftermath seems to be three feet around.

Luo Chenxuan took out a handkerchief, tucked away the tears from the corners of his eyes, walked down from the stage, and bowed deeply to Song Lanyi and Li Qingzhao.

"Today, the two of them walked out of the road of piano music. This grace, I will never forget. ”

It was only at this point that the crowd barely reacted.

It's just that they still have some dreaminess when they watch this scene.

Luo Chenxuan has been learning the piano for more than ten years, but he has not been able to break into the way of piano music, and today he was able to break through only because of Song Lanyi's poem.

Could it be ...... Song Lanyi is better than any panacea?

God knows what other peerless characters are in her big book!

For a while, everyone's eyes looking at Song Lanyi became eager.

Song Lanyi didn't realize it, but looked at Yan Qingfeng with a smile, "Brother Yan, it's time for you to make a bet." ”

Bet?

What is the bet?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Fang Cai's gambling contract could be said to be a bit absurd.

It's just that...... If they remember correctly, the price of Yan Qingfeng's loss ...... It seems that he is going to blow up his own Guogong Mansion?

Yan Qingfeng was looked at by everyone's strange eyes, and he always felt a little uneasy.

He stiffened his body and pulled a smile with difficulty, "I just remembered that there was something at home, so I went back first." ”

At this moment, without Song Lanyi speaking, Luo Chenxuan spoke.

Her expression was faint, but the words she said were extremely ironic, "Yan Gongzi is really a noble person who forgets things, the gambling contract that was made before is forgotten now, and those who don't know think that Yan Gongzi has stage fright." ”

Zhang Ling was not so polite, he didn't know where to take out a spear, the tip of the spear was dazzling, and pointed directly at Zhang Ling, "Your grandmother's, if it's a man, you'll blow up your house." If you're a bastard and don't dare to blow it up, then ...... I'm coming! ”

Zhang Ling, this rammer, said it without thinking at all.

Before Song Lanyi could stop him, this guy blurted out his words about going to blow up the Guogong Mansion.

She was momentarily depressed.

When Yan Qingfeng heard this, his momentum was relieved, and he looked at Zhang Ling with a smile, "Okay, if you have the ability, you can blow it up." ”

Saying that, he even crossed Erlang's legs and sat on the recliner, looking like he was not stingy.

It's like it doesn't matter.

So so if he doesn't keep his promise today?

The worst result can only be that Zhang Ling's rammer really blew up the Guogong Mansion.

But if he dares to bomb the Guogong Mansion, Zhang Ling will be finished sooner or later.

So, what else is he afraid of?

Just when the atmosphere was at a stalemate, there was a faint sound of immortals in the east.

Looking up at the window, I saw that the orient was thousands of miles away, and the rainbow light appeared in the world, and there was a faint cloud of clear air floating in mid-air.

When Qingqi approached, everyone found that above Qingqi were two women who were like concubines and fairies, with brilliant embroidery.

When Song Lanyi saw one of them, her eyes lit up.

Isn't this the Hundred Flowers Sage?

The Hundred Flowers Sage's gaze swept through the crowd, first staying on Luo Chenxuan's body for a moment, and then staring at the figures of Song Lanyi and Li Qingzhao for a long time.

In her eyes, between Song Lanyi and Li Qingzhao, there is a thick line of cause and effect that even a saint cannot cut.

And Song Lanyi's body is even more hazy and obscure, no matter how she deduces, she can't know its future direction.

Only in the covered past, you can actually see your own dotted figure.

A bold conjecture floated in the heart of the Hundred Flowers Sage, her eyes widened slightly, and she looked at Song Lanyi, only to see Song Lanyi quietly winking at her.

The Hundred Flowers Sage understands everything now.

She also winked at Song Lanyi, then pursed her lips and smiled, and stood aside silently.

Standing beside her was also a female saint.

Her facial features are not as beautiful as the Hundred Flowers Sage, and her slightly raised fox eyes not only do not have any charm, but because of the black and white hair, she looks more and more cold and mysterious.

Behind her, she carried a piano on her back, and the body of the piano was pitch black, only the strings were as silver-white as the moon pass.

Her temperament is vicissitudes but free and easy.

The female saint looked at Luo Chenxuan and said lightly, "I am the Seven Emotions Saint." I practiced the Seven Emotions and asked with the guqin. You are destined to be my disciple? ”

The saints preach, and the disciples are accepted!

Such a vision almost alarmed the famous powerhouses of Gyeonggi.

Qin Tianjian's men and horses hurriedly entered the palace and galloped all the way to the Qianhe Palace.

(End of chapter)