In the past few days of the New Year, although the temperature has warmed up a little, young girls like Wan Jinlan and Xiao Sirui are still wrapped quite thickly when they go out, and most of them are wrapped in cloaks outside their skirts.

However, the woman who was dancing on the flower boat was dressed very coolly, with a large area of snow-white skin exposed, and the light veil wrapped around her body looked very thin.

The girls were all like Xiao Sirui, poking their heads out to look at the flower boat opposite.

The younger Shen Qiongzhi also opened the window wider, and commented with blazing eyes: "That waist is really thin and soft." ”

Xiao Sirui's eyes were blazing: "I guess I've never eaten enough." ”

Shen Xingyu said: "Men like this, they are required to be like this, why don't anyone like us because of women..."

The words are not finished, but several people understand.

Xiao Sirui twisted her: "You are married, and you dare to think about these things." ”

Wan Jinlan smiled and quipped: "You mean that you can think about these things without a marriage, you can't see that Sister Sirui, you are well-behaved on weekdays, and your thoughts are quite good..."

Xiao Sirui came to twist Wan Jinlan again, "I'll let you talk nonsense, see if I don't clean you up today." ”

The girls talked and laughed, played and made trouble, ate snacks and drank tea, and enjoyed the dancing on the opposite side.

In the end, before the dancing girl could finish dancing, she was taken into her arms by a pot-bellied man and drank a glass of wine.

The rest of the scene was not for the girls, and the boat began to sail again.

When the boat reached the center of the lake, the sound of silk and bamboo wind music sounded noisy from all directions, and after passing this section, there were fewer boats around.

Everyone heard a weeping and mournful piano sound.

It's okay if I didn't pay attention, but when I listened, Wan Jinlan's whole person was not good.

"This is not a fragment of "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud", how can it be the same as a dead husband."

Xiao Sirui sneered, and her shoulders shook with laughter.

Sister Wan Jia's speech is really interesting, and the description is really very appropriate.

Obviously, this song expresses the deep feelings of broken mountains and rivers and the pathos of heaven and earth, but this piano player forcibly plays out the sad, delicate, sticky, mournful and tactful daughter's love.

"The cold river and the moon are cold, the Milky Way is Geng, and the water clouds reflect the rhombic mirror..."

The tone was so tactful that it gave Wan Jinlan goosebumps.

On the festive day of the Shangyuan Festival, which one played such a song that is going to die?

No, it's not that the song is going to die, it's that the music is played and sung is going to die.

Wan Jinlan endured and endured, and simply sat down in front of the piano and played with one or two.

I didn't play the piano for some days, but after I got familiar with the piano under my hands, I played "Cold River and Cold" with the sound of the piano over there.

There is a bit of anger over there, and it sounds crisp and sonorous.

Xiao Feng returned to Yangzhou City last night, and this time he privately investigated the matter of salt introduction, and there was significant progress.

Yangzhou Thorn Shi should have received some news, otherwise he would not have been on guard before, and now he invited him to come to the lake to talk about things.

The atmosphere of this Yangzhou officialdom shopping mall is really not very good, and when discussing important matters, I even invited someone to play the piano and sing music.

After coming, he didn't say a word about business, but the other end sang first.

The piano is played without a bit of style, and his voice is indeed good, but the stickiness makes his scalp numb, and he can't wait to flee the scene.

That's it, Yangzhou Thorn Shi still asked him how he sang with a satisfied and proud face, how is this, is he really unable to hear it?

"I saw the shadow of the fishing rod in the distance, and the sheep fur under the narrow fence...

Cite the moon as a medium, and point to the sky as evidence..."

Suddenly, a burst of angry high-pitched but on-tune piano sound drifted into everyone's ears, and the singer was affected by the sudden sudden rise of the tune, and the singing changed its tune.

Xiao Feng shook his head lightly: "Lord Zhou, this excellent kung fu you invited is not at home." ”

Xiao Feng's words fell, and Youling, who was singing and playing the piano in the cold wind on the deck through the bead curtain, even played the wrong piano sound.

The one who plays the piano as if he had won a battle, and from the sound of the piano, you can hear the meaning of chasing after victory.

Lord Zhou was a little annoyed, Youling just couldn't get on the stage, and she could make mistakes when she played the piano and sang a song.

He also wanted to promote this excellent singer with both color and art, and take advantage of the situation tonight to stuff people to the king of Qi, and then he can say a few words for him, now it's good, people listen to your piano and think that you are really not good, how can they love you?

Also, who over there doesn't know what to do and dares to do bad things to him? Talking about the piano is like a quarrel, where can it still make people think about it!

Seeing that this Youling simply stopped, Lord Zhou said with some anger: "What are you doing when you stop?" Not to continue. ”

When Youling heard the sound of the piano coming from there, she hesitated, so she simply stopped playing the piano and followed the sound of the piano in the wind.

"The world is turbid, I am clear, I wake up with all mouths, the wind and the moon are in my arms, but I am led by poetry, and I still obey the heavens..."

Because of the vastness of the piano, with the free and easy atmosphere of the sky and the sea and the fish, it is not as sad as Youling played before, and when she sang it, it was not as tactful as before, but a lot more masculine.

The sound of the piano and the voice are inexplicably harmonious, much more pleasing to the ear, Xiao Feng closed his eyes slightly.

Wan Jinlan didn't hear the sound of the piano over there again, and simply finished playing the two sections of "Wanli Chengbo" and "Shadow Hanwan" after "Cold River and Cold".

This excellent girl is quite adaptable, and she doesn't sing the song like a dead husband.

Unconsciously, the two boats got closer and closer, and the sound of the piano seemed to ring in my ears.

Xiao Feng looked at the approaching ship through the window, and the first thing he saw was the logo representing the King of Guangling.

Wan Jinlan got up after playing, and met Xiao Fengzheng's gaze. She turned her head sideways, and saw a woman dressed like a lotus under the moon sitting on the board of the ship opposite.

This woman should be the best girl who should have played with her before.

Wan Jinlan glanced at Youling, turned around indescribably, snorted coldly in her heart, "I'm quite good at enjoying it", and went back to the cabin.

All her thoughts and thoughts were expressed on her face, and in someone's eyes, it made him look stiff.

The two boats passed sideways, and Xiao Feng's patience was exhausted.

"Lord Zhou, on this cold day, this king doesn't want to spend all the time with you here, face, this king gave it to you, do you give it or don't give it to the account book that this king wants?"

Obviously, Xiao Feng's expression can be said to be ordinary, but Lord Zhou shuddered when he met his Gu Jing Wubo's eyes.

Mr. Zhou likes to do these twists and turns, and he suddenly bumps into a straight one, and he doesn't know what to say when he smiles for a while.

He was helpless in his heart, it stands to reason that his good colleagues and rich men had already dealt with the king more than once, but this person, he is immortal!

He smiled stiffly and began to sell Youling outside the bead curtain: "It's cold and the night is cold, why don't you let Yun'er accompany you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xiao Feng getting up, "Tomorrow, it is the deadline given by this king to Lord Zhou, what if you..."

"Snort"

It was the sound of a knife entering flesh.

Lord Zhou, who had been smiling stiffly before, collapsed on the boat with his eyes open.