The sound of the pipa is like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate!

There is a hint of resentment in the timbre, as if it were natural. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info and at the moment of the opening of this Oiran night, the thousands of flowers in the entire building withered at the same moment......

Countless flower petals rained down, and the wind carried bursts of floral fragrance, diffuse, and all the Confucian scholars' eyes invariably stared towards the center of the stage.

The smoke that had been swirling was now dispersed and thinned, and in the mist, ten stunning women with graceful figures appeared in it.

Among them, the piano or the pipa or the green flute, the beautiful music is permeated in the whole flower-filled building, and the flowers are gone, just for the Oiran.

A guqin plays the elegance of mountains and flowing water.

A green flute, fluttering the melodious sound of the new rain in the empty mountains.

A pipa, and the whispers of a deep boudoir woman......

"Brother Su, take a look...... The oirans have all come out, and there are ten oirans! Each one of them is a strange woman with outstanding talents! I heard that many of them can write poems out of the prefecture!"

As soon as Yuan Du saw the Oiran appear, he could no longer hold back the excitement in his heart, poked his head out, and wanted to jump off the stage immediately and dance with the Oiran.

"The instrumental ensemble is not bad, but these women can read and write poetry, how did they come to the Qinglou? It's a pity! The Confucian and Taoist ideas in the Tianren Continent do not advocate women to read and write, but it is really strange and contradictory that the Confucian scholars still pursue talented and learned women in this way!"

Su Lin also relaxed his mood, and enjoyed this classical musical instrument and song, and sure enough, as Yuan Duan said before, the harmony of these instruments seeped into the wisdom, which can make the water of thought tremble slightly and resonate, make the mind active, and the thoughts more divergent and imaginative, and at the same time, it can also make the holy bricks more condensed and the holy power more solid.

However, because Su Lin didn't have Xiucai's source now, he didn't know what kind of help it would have for generating new holy power.

The ten Oiran, all holding different musical instruments, are like fairies in the Heavenly Palace, except for the one in the middle, Su Ru, who has a light veil on his face, the remaining nine Oiran have their own appearances, and they are all first-class appearances.

"That's Su Ru, the head of the Oiran, although you can't see your specific face under the veil, but even if you look like a celestial immortal, it won't make these Confucian scholars with the power of thought so flocking, right?"

Su Lin fixed his eyes on Su Ruyi's body, and found nothing very special, but the pipa in her hand was a good treasure, under Su Ruyi's silky playing, the sound wave of the pipa sound had a good auxiliary effect on the ideological practice of Confucian scholars.

"Brother Su is calm and composed, but it's only the beginning now! The flowers created by Hua Manlou with the farmer's holy power spell bloom and fall in January, just to set off the beauty of the Oiran. The piano, the flute, the sound of the instrument is still secondary, and after a while, Su Ru, the head of the Oiran, is Miss Su's "Palace Boudoir Fu" song, Brother Su will know why this Miss Su is so famous......"

Seeing that Su Lin was still calmly unmoved, Fang Hui secretly praised and nodded in his heart, and at the same time explained to Su Lin, "And in Miss Su's song "Palace Boudoir Fu", there are Confucian scholars who are not lost in it, and they will be looked at differently by Miss Su. If you can use literary ideas to comment on "Gong Boudoir Fu" and get Miss Su's approval, you will be able to hold the beauty and return to ......"

"Oh, that's it, that'...... How kind of Confucian scholar is that he is not affected by the "Gong Boudoir Fu"?" Su Lin asked in surprise, "Could it be that this "Gong Boudoir Fu" still carries the Holy Power Spell, which can lose people's minds?"

"No, no, no...... Miss Su's "Palace Boudoir Fu" is completely thought-free, without any fluctuations in holy power. It's just that through the Wenbao pipa playing, there are almost no Confucian scholars who can resist the resentment and sorrow in it!

Fang Hui sighed, "It seems that there are only two people I know, including Li Yuncong, and one is Du Yuanchang, a bachelor of Chu State. Both of them relied on the thoughts and holy powers of scholars to barely get lost in it. However, in the end, none of the comments they made seemed to be approved by Miss Su!"

"Only the thoughts and holy power of a scholar can resist it? What is the content of this "Gong Boudoir Fu"? It is so magical!"

When Su Lin heard this, he became even more curious, and hurriedly asked, "Does Brother Fang know the full text?"

Hearing that Su Lin wanted to ask for the full text of "Gong Boudoir Fu", Fang Hui smiled even more bitterly, shook his head and said: "No! Brother Su probably doesn't know, all the Confucian scholars who have heard Miss Su's "Gong Boudoir Fu", if they can't get rid of the influence of "Gong Boudoir Fu" by themselves, when they wake up suddenly, they can't even remember a word of "Gong Boudoir Fu". I only knew that I listened to a very sad song "The Palace Boudoir Fu"......"

"Why? Addicted to it, but unable to remember the content? Strange!

Su Lin became more and more curious, and looked at Su Ru, who was holding the Wenbao pipa in the center of the stage, and saw that he had already broken his steps, and while playing the pipa music, he walked to the front of the stage, and bowed slightly to all the Confucian scholars present.

"Brother Su, yes! Miss Su is going to start singing "Gong Boudoir Fu"......" Fang Hui immediately reminded Su Lindao, and then he immediately sat in his position, staring intently at Su Rushi in the center of the stage.

"Are you going to start?"

Su Lin couldn't help but get nervous, and the tide of thoughts in his wisdom surged slightly. I saw Su Ru in the center of the stage opening his lips in person, singing ethereal and tactful, like the sound of the fairy palace falling from the sky.

"The curtain rolls the red yarn, and the red curtain is long and hazy.

The rain gradually winds the platform, and the wind and rain wash the sky.

Yan song drunk dance, dance song dream Changle Palace ......"

As soon as Su Ru opened his mouth, the fairy sound was really like a magic spell, silently infiltrating into the wisdom of every Confucian scholar, and in the sky above the Zhihai, among the clouds tens of thousands of meters high, it turned into a fairy sound hall, full of holy light, and people couldn't help but bow and worship.

Almost all the Confucian scholars, including Su Lin, fell into it, lost in the curling immortal sound. However, this is just the beginning, Su Ru continued to sing:

"Lightly opened Zhu's lips and murmured, and the delicate dripping into the eyes penetrated the heart red.

The light powder face is thin moon eyebrows, and the snow color is charming and the moon is beautiful.

Jin Lian's three-inch light cut step, and the slender jade hand stroked the waist and chest.

Flying silk ribbons dance colorfully, a song drunk king ......"

The scene in the song quickly brought all the Confucian scholars to the glorious royal palace, watching a beautiful girl entering the palace, trying her best to dress herself up, and showing her splendor and beauty in front of the king.

At the same time, the other nine Oirans also sang in harmony: "Flying silk ribbons dance colorfully, a song drunk the king......"

All the Confucian scholars were intoxicated by it, and no one could extricate themselves, and the petal plants that filled the building withered away, and in the midst of the song, they began to sprout spores and burst out of buds.

"After a few years, the talent is exhausted, and the joy returns to guard the empty boudoir.

Looking at the willow catkins in front of the window, he was with you back then.

Once the face is old, the dancing sleeves are difficult to wave.

Three thousand beauties serve the king, and there are still a few concubines on the side of the king......"

The cheerful and colorful singing melody suddenly became mournful and tactful, and the expressions on the faces of all the Confucian scholars were invariably full of sorrow and pity, and even more faintly wept.

But at the moment when the tune changed, the water of thought of the three mentalities in Su Lin Zhihai suddenly shook when he felt a subtle external force invading.

"I ...... I'm ...... Did you indulge in it?"

The vibration of the water of thought made Su Lin sober up, and he immediately mobilized all his thoughts and thoughts, and searched for the past inch by inch in the sea of wisdom, but he couldn't find the external force that was wrong.

"Strange! Obviously, the water of thought in three forms has found something wrong! Why do I search with my mind, but I don't? Could it be that it is hidden too deep to be discovered? That ...... I will use the water of thought of the three mentalities to excavate, and use the three ways of thinking to make you have nothing to hide!"

Su Lin stirred up the water of thought, the fog and ice, exhausted the entire Zhihai, and finally discovered that abnormal invading external force, and was surprised to find that this would be a wisp of floral fragrance.

"This ...... It's a wisp of flowers, a wisp of flowers hidden in the song, why does it carry a strange power and spirituality, it seems to be deliberately controlled by someone, it goes deep into my wisdom sea, and wants to plot evil?"

Su Lin woke up suddenly, her eyes were blazing, and she looked up at Su Ru, who was still singing and dancing in the center of the stage, the smoke was filled, and under the white veil, wisps of subtle strange flower fragrance emanated from her body, and then accompanied by the singing, hidden in it, buried in the wisdom of every Confucian scholar.

"This ...... It's definitely not a holy power spell, is it...... Could it be a witchcraft? Is this Su Ru a goblin?" Su Lin always felt that there was something wrong with him, but unfortunately he couldn't use the holy power spell that could only be used by the Jinshi Wenwei to "remove the false and keep the true", otherwise, he must take a closer look at what kind of demon this Su Ru is!

And on the side of the No. 1 attic, Su Ye, who was also indulged in Su Ru is singing, the dragon incense prepared by his side was ignited, and a trace of dragon qi fragrance drilled into his Zhihai, accumulating a certain amount, and instantly woke up Su Ye.

"Haha! This time I, Su Ye, finally managed to wake up, the Dragon Birthday Incense is worthy of being the treasure of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, and my Su family only has that piece, this time I spent such a big price to beg the second uncle to come to this small section, and I can really resist the indulgence of singing!"

Su Ye, who came to his senses, was ecstatic in his heart, his face was no longer as obsessed as other Confucian scholars, with a slight smile, he looked at Su Rushi in the center of the stage infatuatedly, and secretly looked forward to the meeting with Miss Su after the end of "Gong Boudoir Fu" for a while.

Nine times before, he had used a lot of methods to try to get rid of the influence and infection of "Gong Boudoir Fu", in order to be able to regain consciousness during this period, he used all kinds of Wenbao demon treasures, and even took out the legacy of the ancestral Zongheng family half-saint Su Qin, but it didn't work.

And this time, the use of the priceless and precious dragon birthday incense has finally achieved results. But the price he paid was not small.

"Huh?"

Su Ru was shocked when he found that this time there were two Confucian scholars who had escaped from the influence of his singing, but after only a slight pause, he immediately sang and sang in a gentle voice:

"I have served the king for three or five years, but I fell into the palace for a lifetime.

If the city is gone, the lonely heart is empty.

From the sadness of the song, the dancing emerald is also a prisoner.

The troubled young man doesn't know anything, and he knows where to accompany the prince.

Day after day, year after year, the beauty of the time is gone.

For thousands of years, the literati have been criticized, and all the red faces have misled the country.

The messy temple is brilliant, and who do you complain to!"

Everyone else was still indulging in the grievances of the concubines and ladies who were left out in the harem in "The Palace Boudoir Fu", but Su Ru bowed in the direction of the No. 1 and No. 3 attics, and then smiled in an ethereal voice: "The two sons are talented, can not indulge in the little woman's "Palace Boudoir Fu". If so, he will step forward to pour tea for the two sons......"

"What? Two sons? No way! Except for me using the Dragon Birthday Incense to get rid of the influence, who else can not be infected by this "Palace Boudoir Fu"?" Su Ye, who was originally very excited, immediately frowned when he heard this.