Heaven and earth are formed, the universe is desolate, boundless clouds and endless lightning rule the earth, the woods, in the lightning was born a powerful life, it soars proudly, piercing the dark clouds, facing the lightning, the fiery red feathers are so eye-catching in a dark heaven and earth, the sky and the earth are big, I am the only one.

In the long years, the phoenix flew tirelessly, gradually, it felt lonely, the endless loneliness made it so sad, a cry of desire to make people's hearts cry blood, it was calling, calling the same kind, suddenly, another fiery figure was born from the lightning, the phoenix, the phoenix that finally came out after a thousand calls.

The wind and the phoenix danced with joy, and where they flew, the dark clouds dispersed, the lightning was gone, and the deep and shallow green spread across the heavens and the earth, and countless creatures were born from it, and birds and beasts ran and scurried.

The phoenix and the phoenix finally inhabit the plane tree of a hundred zhang high, the phoenix and the song, resounding through the heaven and the earth, a hundred birds smell it, all come to the court, countless birds cover the sky and the sun, from then on, there is a dark night.

The chirping of birds and the sound of waving wings woke up everyone in the drunken sound of the piano, and Luo, who was dancing as a fire phoenix, also stopped dancing, stared blankly at the various birds flying all over the house, and murmured: "What a song for a phoenix, a good song for a hundred birds to move towards a phoenix." After finishing speaking, his eyes naturally fell on the girl who was sitting in the middle and playing the piano.

It's Wen Ju!

Under the gaze of everyone, Wen Ju took off the veil on her face, her face was unusually pale, she vomited a mouthful of blood, and said with a wry smile: "I'm still too reluctant, my ancestor told me not to play this song until I was thirty years old, and sure enough, ......"

All the women were silent, and suddenly, the girl in the yellow dress got up and walked in front of Wen Ju, took off her veil and held it in front of Wen Ju, and bowed to salute: "Hearing this fairy song today, this life is in vain, and the little girl retired first." ”

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and retreated to the door, bowed again, and left.

The girl in the yellow skirt with the highest piano skills among the girls is willing to bow her head and be a minister, but everyone feels that it should be so, Wen Ju's piano skills have reached the realm of everyone's admiration, as the girl in the yellow skirt said, hearing this fairy song, it is not in vain to live this life.

Mei Niang asked with a solemn face: "I don't know what the relationship between the Qin Saint of the Three Peerless Qin in the world is with Your Excellency?" ”

Wen Ju glanced at her lightly and said coldly: "It's the ancestor." ”

Ten years ago, Northern Chu trapped my capital for three days, seeing that the city was broken, Qin Sheng hugged the qin and sat alone in the city, facing the 100,000 troops of Northern Chu, a song of homesickness, so that the Northern Chu soldiers were not teary-eyed, and sang the Northern Chu folk song in unison: Long Southern Xinjiang, the bright moon in another country, the old mother at home, the gray hair, the wife and daughter, looking forward to my hometown...... There is no longer the slightest desire to fight, and a great war disappears into invisibility.

Wen Zhu looked at Wen Ju's bloodless face, and only felt that his heart ached inexplicably, this sister who was always making trouble was actually using her life to fight and stand up for her. Wen Zhu rushed forward and Xiaomei supported Wen Ju's body left and right, Wen Ju leaned on her sister's arms, stretched out her hand, and shouted: "Paper and pen!" ”

There is a little maid in Tsing Yi to send the four treasures of the study, Wen Ju concentrating on the pen, waving it on the rice paper, then abandoning the pen, stretching out his index finger, lightly vomiting blood, and after counting on the paper, the body fell into Wen Zhu's arms, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and said in an inaudible voice: "Third sister, I want to go home." ”

Wen Zhu bit his lower lip tightly, not allowing himself to choke out, but tears blurred his vision, turned his back, picked up Wen Ju, and walked out slowly and firmly with Wen Xiaomei's support.

Wen Zhu carried Wen Ju to the embankment, and the maids and daughters-in-law hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to take Wen Ju, but Wen Zhu didn't want to fake the hands of others, and said sharply: "Don't drive the carriage over yet!" ”

With the support of the maid, the three sisters of the Wen family got into the carriage, Wen Zhu turned his head and instructed the leading daughter-in-law to hurry up and report back to the house, ask the doctor, and ordered the little girl who drove the car to drive carefully.

In the carriage, Wen Ju was nestled in Wen Zhu's arms and said: "When I was young, Ju was the same age as my sister, and I was the most sticky sister. Whenever her mother gave Ju something to eat and play, Ju always sent it to her sister very happily, but she hated that her sister was so gentle to the people around her. Ju annoys you and complains about you, but no matter what Ju does, my sister always laughs at it. ”

As she spoke, Wen Ju grabbed Wen Zhu's hand tightly and choked up: "Sister doesn't like Ju'er anymore, Ju'er knows that she is always unreasonable, I, I just want my sister to look at Ju'er more!" ”

Wen Zhu listened to his heart like a knife, the sensitive Wen Ju, and the proud Wen Ju kept alternating in his mind, how fortunate he was to have such good sisters in his second life. She held Wen Ju's hand and chanted softly:

"Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of little stars, hanging in the sky and shining brightly, like countless little eyes."

Wen Ju smiled lightly, her eyes narrowed into two crescents, and asked, "What kind of song is this, it's weird and good." ”

Wen Zhu touched her hair, smiled reluctantly, and said, "Do you like it, my sister sings to you, there are a lot." ”

On the other side, Mei Niang stepped down from the main seat, picked up Wen Ju's handbook, and saw a branch of red plum blossoming on it, which seemed to have bursts of fragrance through the paper, and there were seven words inscribed next to it: I have bloomed a hundred flowers to kill.

"I have bloomed a hundred flowers and killed ......" Mei Niang was slightly stunned, and a young woman in green clothes came in from outside, came to Mei Niang, and said with a blessing: "The sons ordered the servants to inquire who was playing the piano just now. ”

Mei Niang was silent, handed out the painting paper in her hand, and ordered the maid to be sent into the hands of the ladies to circulate, all of them were amazed, the painting style was natural and freehand, the font was wild and unrestrained, and it was not as if it was from a woman's hand, but it was like a craggy old man who had been obscene in calligraphy and painting for decades.

After circulating, Mei Niang ordered someone to send this painting to the opposite high platform, and said: "Today, the two leaders of the qin and book are designated as the four daughters of the Wen family, okay?" ”

All are promised.

Next, a few performances of the songs and dances of the artists of Linjiang Pavilion were rehearsed, but after listening to Wen Ju's heavenly song, even Meiniang felt bored, and finally ended hastily.

But after the dismissal, Luo and the family stepped into their carriage, and under the service of the little maid, they took off their shoes, took off their coats, and only wore their middle clothes, with a flat chest, and it turned out to be a man.

Luo leaned back on the carriage tiredly, exhaled heavily, and danced two songs in a row.

Brother Nian, the personal little servant, asked while loosening his body for Luo, "Young Master, has you gained anything today?" ”

Luo closed his eyes and replied: "That Wenzhu's knowledge and courage are extraordinary, but he looks like no salt." Thinking of Wen Zhu's ghostly face, he pursed his lips in disgust.

Brother Nian cautiously asked again: "What about the four daughters of the Wen family?" ”