At this moment, the music in the hall sounded again, and the young girls began to dance again, and the two beauties beside Zhu Yunxi naturally stopped praising each other.

Han Xiang seemed a little embarrassed, raised her wine glass, and said apologetically to Zhu Yunxi:

"Han Xiang was overjoyed when she saw my fair girl, don't blame the third master."

After finishing speaking, her big watery eyes stared at Zhu Yunxi, and a pool of spring water rippled in her eyes.

"Sure enough, it is the best in the world!"

Zhu Yunxi praised in his heart, and his heart seemed to melt into the rippling spring water in Han Xiang's eyes.

The beauty of Han Xiang is natural and fresh, without the charm of Luanyu, nor the coldness of Wen He, with a hint of the affinity and playfulness of the girl next door, which really responds to the sentence "Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving," which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Zhu Yunxi picked up the wine glass, but the moment he raised his head and drank it, a pair of eyes unconsciously glanced at the other party's delicate body.

There's no way, the feeling when Han Xiang hugged his arm just now was too high!

He's like a shy big boy, who wants to see it but is a little embarrassed.

Zhu Yunxi's appearance made Han Xiang almost laugh out loud, only to feel that this little third master was so cute, it seemed to be far from the rumored image.

The music died down, and the young girls curtsied and retreated.

Immediately afterwards, a Yaoqin was carried out by two small servants, Han Xiang stood up, nodded slightly at Zhu Yunxi, lifted her skirt, and walked towards the Yaoqin in the hall.

"She's going to play the piano?"

Zhu Yunxi turned his head and asked.

Shu Miao nodded: "Miss Han Xiang was invited by Changqing Building, of course she has to sing for the guests." ”

"It turned out to be a guest performer."

Zhu Yunxi understood, and asked again: "What about you, do you want to dance?" ”

When he listened to the two industry bigwigs praising each other just now, he knew that Han Xiang was good at playing and singing, but Shu Xiang's housekeeping skills were singing and dancing.

"If the third master wants to see it, I'll jump."

Shu Miao replied that she was originally the top brand of Changqing Building, unlike Han Xiang, who was invited by Changqing Building with silver, so she can jump or not.

"Rabbit dance, of course I want to see it."

Zhu Yunxi remembered the softness on his arm just now and teased.

Shu Miao was stunned, suddenly came to his senses, raised his snow-white little hand and gently hit Zhu Yunxi's body, and said coquettishly: "Third master, you are so bad!" ”

Han Xiang had already sat down in front of the antique Yaoqin, and the five black gauze girls behind him were each holding a musical instrument in their arms, including a flute, a Changxiao, a pipa and a leather drum, and the last one was holding a string of bells.

It looks like it's going to be a small band..... Zhu Yunxi was a little curious, and a piano sounded in his ears, but it was Han Xiangyu who picked his fingers lightly and played the first note.

The hall was quiet, and everyone was holding their breath as they watched the woman in white in the center.

After a while, the melodious flute sounded, accompanied by the crisp bells, with a hint of cheerfulness, as if people were in the early morning of spring.

"Miss Han Xiang's piano skills are the best in the world, and when I heard it today, it was really so."

"Of course, but her singing voice is even more unique."

"Can you two stop arguing, it will affect Lao Tzu's listening to music!"

There was a brief cacophony in the crowd, but it fell silent in an instant.

The flute faded, the bell had stopped, and Chang Xiao's voice sounded faintly, and a sense of gloom instantly filled the entire hall.

At this moment, the dull leather drum struck the first sound, as if beating on everyone's heart, and I couldn't help but sink.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan."

Han Xiang's singing sounded, but it was Zhu Yunxi's song "Mulan Ci." ”

It's just that the tune is tactful, melodious and beautiful, and it is obviously composed by Han Xiang.

Zhu Yunxi has also heard countless adapted songs of "Mulan Ci" in his previous life, but they all add a lot of electronic music elements from later generations, which sounds very dazzling, but loses the purity that he should have, and he does not have the taste of Han Xiang singing at this moment.

The reason why "Mulan Ci" has been passed down through the ages is that the abrupt artistic conception in the words allows every reader to empathize, as if they can find their own shadow in it, thus generating strong emotional resonance.

Han Xiang's piano skills are really the best in the world, and he only uses the simplest instruments to deduce the endless melancholy in the words, which is in line with the four words of the road to simplicity.

The hall was quiet, and everyone seemed to be immersed in their emotions, some closed their eyes and sighed, some stroked their chests and shook their heads, and some just looked at the woman in white in the middle in a daze.

The drums stopped abruptly at the high pitch, and the sound of Xiao Suo sounded again, but it became lighter and weaker, until it submerged into everyone's hearts.

Han Xiangyu's hand was lightly raised in her sleeve, standing in a black veil with a smile like a fairy, she bowed slightly, her eyes flowed, and finally landed on Zhu Yunxi's body.

"Han Xiang is ugly."

Her pleasant voice sounded, "The little third master is brilliant in poetry, but he is stingy with pen and ink, ignoring the world's scholars, Han Xiang tossed and turned, wanting to get an axe from the class, but he couldn't pick up the following verses anyway." ”

Speaking of this, a trace of resentment flashed in his beautiful eyes, and he looked at Zhu Yunxi quietly.

"Mulan Ci" was originally a poem by the Qing Dynasty lyricist Nalan Xingde when Zhu Yunxi named the bottle of perfume in Guozijian, and he was afraid that his identity as a traverser would be revealed, so he only said the first two sentences.

Later, I read two more sentences in front of Xu Miaojin, and the remaining four sentences were prevaricated on the grounds that I didn't think of it, but I didn't expect that even so, this half of the poem was already popular tomorrow, and many people racked their brains to continue the next four sentences, but in the end they had no choice but to give up.

If you can continue, I'm afraid that Nalan Gongzi will vomit blood...... Zhu Yunxi complained in his heart and said with a smile:

"It was made on the spur of the moment to name the perfume of the two princesses, but I forgot about it."

"The third master forgot, but it kept Han Xiang awake at night."

Han Xiang seems to be a pun, and there is a hint of coquettishness in her tone:

"Third Master, can you just bear to watch Han Xiang suffer like this day and night?"

The hall was already very quiet, and the conversation between the two people clearly reached everyone's ears, which immediately aroused the curiosity and discussion of countless people.

"What? What Miss Han Xiang sang just now turned out to be the poem of the little third master? ”

"Don't you even know that? Sure enough, it's terrible to be uneducated! ”

"I mean, why is this piece so short, it turned out that it was not written at all!"

"Just kidding, do you think it's easy to write? I thought about it with a few classmates for a few days and nights, but finally found that what I wrote was simply a dog's tail and a mink, which was miserable! ”

"The old man doesn't understand your things, but listening to this sentence reminds the old man of the green flowers of the year!"

“......”

The discussion was buzzing, and everyone was more curious about Han Xiang at this moment.

"Could it be that she wants the little third master to write the following sentence on the spot?"

This thought arose in the hearts of everyone, and some young men immediately shouted:

"Little Third Master, just look at Miss Han Xiang's face and read out the sentences that follow."

"Yes, yes, this song is too short, if there is a following sentence, Miss Han Xiang should sing it to us immediately."

Zhu Yunxi looked at Han Xiang's expectant gaze and hesitated.

For him, reciting the last few sentences is just another prostitution, and there is no difficulty, let alone psychological burden.

It's just that Xu Miaojin begged several times, but he didn't read it, if he read it out with such a mouth at this moment, when Xu Miaojin knew, he would definitely say that he couldn't resist the temptation of Han Xiang's beauty.

Forget it, let's go into less trouble...... Zhu Yunxi was trying to find a reason to refuse, but saw Liu An on the side jumping out with a brisk step.

"Everyone, although the old man is not good at poetry, he also knows that composing poetry is not better than buying vegetables, how can he read it and bring it out?"

He screamed in his mouth, looking like he was helping Zhu Yunxi out of the siege, but in fact, he was happy in his heart:

"Miss Han Xiang is really powerful, I didn't expect to be a big problem by Zhu Yunxi as soon as she came."

It's no wonder that Liu An thinks so, he was originally a Jinshi, and he belongs to a person who reads poetry and books, so he naturally knows how difficult it is to compose poems on the spot.

Zhu Yunxi's Mulan poem is indeed good, he asked himself if he didn't have this level, but he never believed that this was a poem that a teenager could write.

"Then there must be a master behind Zhu Yunxi who wrote it for him, so that he can gain fame."

Long before Zhu Yunxi left Beijing, Liu An received detailed information about Zhu Yunxi from the big man in Ying Tianfu, and he decided that this poem could not be written by Zhu Yunxi.

So at this moment, immediately jump out and add fire, to turn the wind and dust into a barbecue meeting!

Zhu Yunxi looked at Liu An and felt that this guy was quite righteous, but he was just a little worried.

It's just a white prostitute, what about a few more?

Hearing Liu An's words, some people immediately questioned:

"Lord Liu doesn't think that this poem was written by the third master? Or maybe it's doubting the poetry of the little third master? ”

Liu An looked at the person who spoke in surprise, and said in his heart that Lao Tzu didn't arrange childcare?

At this time, I saw Lan Yu slapping the table and shouting:

"Presumptuous! You dare to doubt the little third master, I'm afraid you don't want to die, right? ”

Liu An was stunned again: "Obediently, has the general also become my childcare?" ”

Seeing Lan Yu's anger, everyone didn't dare to say anything, but they were even more suspicious in their hearts:

"It is said that this is written by the third master, in this case, how can he not write the next verses?"

Han Xiang's beautiful eyes blinked, and she suddenly became a little uneasy:

"Oh my God, I must have done something stupid, did I?"

"Looking at him like this, it is obvious that there are no last few sentences, if so, then I didn't put the little third master on the fire?"

Her expression was a little strange, with a hint of confusion and a hint of apology, her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say to resolve the annoying embarrassment.

Zhu Yunxi didn't expect it to be like this all of a sudden, and it was really a bit difficult to ride a tiger, and at this moment, a crisp voice sounded behind him:

"This poem is famous all over the world, it must be written by the little third master with painstaking efforts, it can be described as a thousand words, how can it be easily said to you?"

I don't know when, Shu Miaoxiao stood beside Zhu Yunxi and said awe-inspiring to everyone.

Are you a rescuer found by a monkey? ...... Zhu Yunxi tilted his head and looked at Shu Miao, a little crying and laughing.

Han Xiang secretly scolded herself for being confused, Shu Miao's move was clearly to relieve Zhu Yunxi, but she became the villain who didn't know what to do and gave the little third master a problem.

As soon as her thoughts fell, she saw Shu Miaoxiao bending her knees at Zhu Yunxi, and said loudly:

"My slender is willing to give 10,000 taels of silver, and I implore the third master to give me the complete Mulan Ci."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, Han Xiang's cherry mouth opened wide, and Liu An looked at Shu Miao blankly, and a big question mark flashed in his mind:

"Is she my babysitter too?"