By the time Zhang Yuan woke up, it was already dark, and the lights outside gradually turned on, and there was a different kind of liveliness. At night, Longwan Island is the most lively, compared to the street vendors in Cangwu City, but it is mainly brightly lit and crowded. Zhu Zhiwen wore a black leopard skin hat, a scarlet tiger-headed unicorn seal brocade robe, and a lifelike golden turtle bag around his waist, which was so brilliant that many young girls on the street looked back and secretly looked. Zhang Yuanyi also changed his clothes, no longer showing people in Taoist robes, but changing into a Xuemei white robe with his already fair skin. Lao Zheng is still coarse and linen as before, and he still sees the meaning of the master and servant at a glance. Zhang Daoling is mainly simple, without an accessory, a black gown, and even his hair is casually draped, but it does not give people a sense of sloppiness, only feels full of fairy spirit and transcendence.

After walking through many places, everyone did not stop, and Zhu Zhiwen led the way in front, and it seemed that he had already planned something. Zhu Zhiwen seems to be a little famous on this street, and people keep greeting him, and Zhu Zhiwen also bows his head one by one, and the courtesy is exhausted. The four of them stopped in front of a tall building, which was brightly lit and lit up with fiery red lights illuminating a sky, and there were countless crimson ribbons hanging on the eaves, and the breeze was blowing and swaying, and the beauty was extremely beautiful, and it looked very charming.

"We're here!" Zhu Zhiwen pointed to the plaque above, "This is the 'Cuiyun Tower'!"

"Ahem!" Zhang Yuanyi almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood, and said with an embarrassed face, "Brother Zhu, this is the Qinglou." ”

"Exactly!" Zhu Zhiwen did not rush to explain, but stepped forward on his own.

The old bustard downstairs saw a clear and handsome boy walking forward, and a peony flower opened with a smile in his eyes, and hurriedly greeted him, shaking the fragrant handkerchief in his hand, twisting his waist, and saying in an extremely exaggerated flattering tone: "It's strange that my left eyelid is jumping old today! It turns out that Zhu Gongzi is here! Zhu Gongzi hurriedly invites inside, is it listening to music or holding a banquet today?"

Saying that, the old bustard picked up a small handkerchief embroidered with peonies and pretended to wipe the tears that were already in the corners of his eyes, and said resentfully: "Zhu Gongzi hasn't been here for a few days, and the girl in the building misses you tightly!"

When he heard this, Zhang Yuanyi, who was next to him, looked even more weird, and said in his heart: "This Brother Zhu is still an old regular, and he has entered the thief's den after he is finished!"

Zhu Zhiwen saw all these reactions in his eyes but pretended not to see them, but continued to talk to the old bustard: "Mother Sun, don't play these poor mouths with me, it's still the old thrush girl's pipa, Xueru girl's lyre, and a few more signature side dishes, I'll bring my friends here today, don't embarrass me!"

Sun Ma raised her eyebrows and glanced at her, "What are the words! What stubble will come out of me here, rest assured that nothing will go wrong!"

Zhu Zhiwen beckoned and said, "Senior Zhang, Brother Zhang, let's go in." ”

Where is Zhang Yuanyi, he has read these things in the book "Hundred Works", and knows that this is a place with a miasma, who has he become when he comes to this kind of place?

Zhu Zhiwen saw his ugly appearance, walked over and took his hand and said, "Let's go, it's definitely not what you think, although Cuiyun Building is a green building, but who is the score!"

Zhang Yuanyi was still not happy, he hurriedly turned his head to look at Zhang Daoling, his eyes were full of reluctance, Zhang Daoling nodded slightly, "Yuanyi, you can go in and take a look, I don't think that Zhu Gongzi is a disciple, it shouldn't be what you think." ”

That's not right, Zhang Yuan felt a different meaning when he heard the master's tone.

"That's right, the master won't go in, the master wants to meet a few old friends. Don't be too late!" Zhang Daoling turned around and left, not giving Zhang Yuan a chance to refuse at all, and walked into a corner and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

In this way, Zhang Yuan was reluctantly pulled into the Qinglou, and Lao Zheng did not enter the building because of his identity, but he found a small teahouse nearby and drank tea.

It didn't take long for a thunderclap to explode outside, and the heavy rain came as scheduled, pouring down on the bluestone slabs, and suddenly there were many small bubbles. The autumn breeze is bleak, with a little chill of near-winter, and the fluttering red skirt is even more cold.

Zhang Yuanyi quickly followed Zhu Zhiwen upstairs, and the old bustard took them to a private room, which had no door but a few strings of vermilion beads to make the door curtain, and then looked at the rooms on the second floor surrounded by such rooms, only the lingering sound came out slowly, obviously it was a spell, and the sound insulation was excellent.

"Wait a minute, Thrush and Miss Xueru are dressing up, wait a moment. The old bustard bent down and said, and retreated at Zhu Zhiwen's signal.

As soon as I sat down, a small servant came to serve tea, and a few people served a few plates of side dishes, which were nothing more than some peanuts, melon seeds and other snacks.

It didn't take long to see a woman wearing a thrush and snow hairpin and a cherry blossom skirt with a red plum blossom skirt in her arms. The face is so delicate that it is not as heavy as the ordinary Qinglou woman, and it has a charm of falling out of the world. Another girl followed, with snow-white legging Song pants and a cyan veil, heroic and at the same time charming and mysterious, but she didn't bring anything, and walked straight to the front of the elegant room, it turned out that there was already a lyre there, but Zhang Yuanyi didn't care.

"What song do you want to listen to today?" The woman holding the piano was the first to speak, and her voice was tactful, which also matched this outfit.

Zhang Yuanyi didn't know anything about music and rhythm, but he didn't want to listen to anything, he just wanted to get through it quickly and save trouble. Before he could say anything, he heard Zhu Zhiwen say loudly: "Then let's have a song "Spring River Flower Moonlit Night" first, just to wash the dust for my brother all the way." ”

glanced at the girl behind her again and said, "Miss Xueru will first grieve the accompaniment one or two, and then you will have your own performance." ”

The woman lowered her eyebrows, but she didn't mind.

The thrush girl's fingers moved slightly, her eyes lowered slightly, and she continued to play.

At first, there was nothing surprising, the pipa came slowly like a spring tinkling, hitting the cliff bank, and then the speed suddenly accelerated, thick and heavy like thunder through the window, eager like rain hitting the plantain, and then suddenly turned, soothing like a gentle drizzle, melodious like a shepherd boy's flute. Then there is a series of heavy rain on the ground, the water on the cloud cliff, and the thick breath permeates the elegant room, fierce as a golden iron horse, and euphemistic as a new house.

The girl Ru Xue in the back occasionally plucked the strings and sang a few words, but she grasped the heat very measuredly, and she didn't feel like seizing the limelight at all, just right.

The remnants of the wine are cold, at that time, the west chamber, the jade screen carved mandarin ducks, sitting on the copper mirror appliqué yellow, thin lips dotted with red, shadow oblique cloud screen window, "the sycamore leaves have been three watches." "Backhand pipa language, the moon is full of the west building, and the velvet snow stains the sleeves. The soul is still drunk, the withered willows on the riverside, when will the prosperity be shaken off?

Although the sound of the pipa is beautiful, but Zhang Yuanyi is really an idiot who doesn't understand the rhythm of music, watching Zhu Zhiwen close his eyes and admiring himself but shaking the wine glass, looking at the circle of whirlpools, occasionally looking at the majestic rain outside the window, dripping with the fluttering red cloth, thinking about a lot of things, and couldn't help but stand up, just at this time the pipa gradually lowered, like a breeze in the ears, the little woman whispered softly, and unconsciously there was a tear stain across the corner of her eyes, Zhang Yuanyi hurriedly wiped it with his hand.

Does it matter if you don't understand the rhythm of music? As long as you have something on your mind, it doesn't matter if you don't understand the rhythm?

It's just a song, with a lot of charm, and it can't be calmed down for a long time.

Zhu Zhiwen is right, this Cuiyun Building is indeed extraordinary.