Wang Shao saw Shui Feifei only caring about talking to Zhang Xiaolin Shui Lanxing, and his eyes couldn't help showing a look of hatred.

The lantern festival is indeed held at night, and during the day, Zhao Yanfei, as the host, has prepared a lot of activities, and in the morning it is just a simple reception, and the people who participate in the lantern festival know each other.

Zhang Xiaolin only knew Shui Lanxing and Shui Feifei, but Shui Lanxing was a self-acquaintance, and it took less than an hour to enter the door, and almost everyone knew that he was the young master of the Shui Family Fair.

Shui Feifei, as the leader of the Red Leaf Poetry Society, is naturally very busy, and he has no time to take care of Zhang Xiaolin.

Zhang Xiaolin saw that there was nothing to do, so he walked along the long pavilion all the way to the river, not to mention, the person who chose the site of the Qinling Academy at that time was definitely a genius, the whole academy was almost surrounded by water on three sides, it seemed to be a peninsula in general, the embankment was surrounded by willows, the corners of the pavilions and buildings loomed, the water of the Bahe River was crystal clear, and the scenery was beautiful to the extreme.

After swimming around, it was already noon, Qinling Academy prepared a sumptuous lunch, and when Shui Feifei found Zhang Xiaolin by the river, everyone was seated, and the two entered the wide hall, and immediately became the focus of attention.

Shui Feifei saw everyone's eyes flickering, and her cheeks suddenly turned crimson.

Zhang Xiaolin felt that his whole body was cold, and he suddenly became the enemy of the public, if his eyes could kill, he would probably have been killed countless times.

Everyone was seated, and Zhao Laihe, the dean of Qinling Academy, stood up with a wine glass: "Ladies and gentlemen of the Tang Dynasty, it's the Lantern Festival again, thank you for participating in the Lantern Festival jointly organized by our Qinling Academy and the Red Leaf Women's Poetry Society."

Thousands of families never sleep, and thousands of miles of moon are overnight.

The annual Lantern Festival riddle poetry meeting, so far, has been successfully held for more than ten years, year by year more and more prosperous, over the years poetry meeting, have emerged a lot of young talents, wrote a lot of poetry and songs.

This year, we have welcomed more than 100 talented people and talented women, and once again broke the record of the previous years. ”

After Zhao Laihe was verbose for a while, the hall became lively, staggered and chatting with each other.

Zhang Xiaolin was already hungry, and after tasting a sip of wine, he almost vomited it, compared with the monkey wine in Zhang Guo's gourd, it was a world of difference, and it didn't feel like wine at all.

Fortunately, in these barbecued lamb chops, the leg of lamb tastes good, and Zhang Xiaolin is not polite, he reached out and scooped up a leg of lamb and bit it in a big bite.

Everyone has not passed the three rounds of drinking, and they rarely eat vegetables, Zhang Xiaolin's eating appearance immediately made everyone laugh.

"In the end, he is an old man, and I don't know what Xiangjun likes about him. ”

"With this kind of person, it's simply insulting. ”

Everyone was chattering, Zhang Xiaolin didn't realize it, he walked a long way by the river in the morning, he was already hungry, where did he care so much, anyway, they were all people he didn't know, and the women were not in the hall when they ate, Zhang Xiaolin was even more fearless.

A whole leg of mutton, a few bowls of mutton soup, and a few steamed buns, Zhang Xiaolin felt almost the same, a few burps, and saw that everyone was still toasting each other, and there was no intention of ending for the time being, so he sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and rested.

There was an unwritten rule in the Tang Dynasty that when eating, no one could leave the table, and if someone left, others had to stop and wait for him, so Zhang Xiaolin could only sit in place.

Finally, everyone was full of food and drink, and the maid collected all the dishes and chopsticks, and Zhao Laihe announced the end of the banquet.

At this time, several women in white came up and quickly tidied up the stage, an antique lyre was set up in the middle, and a beautiful woman of fifteen or sixteen years old walked onto the stage, and the hall suddenly became restless.

"Zhao Yanfei. ”

"This is Dean Zhao's only daughter, Zhao Yanfei. ”

"It's so beautiful. ”

"This Zhao Yanfei is not simple, she is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has won the true biography of Dean Zhao. ”

Everyone was talking, Zhang Xiaolin couldn't help but take a look, and saw Zhao Yanfei's slender and tall but weak appearance, compared with Shui Feifei, there are completely two styles.

Zhao Yanfei stood in the middle of the stage and lightly blessed a blessing: "Mountains and rivers, bosom friends are hard to find, according to legend, in the Spring and Autumn Period, a famous pianist threw the piano for this song, and this song has been passed down through the ages." The little woman Zhao Yanfei, I have seen all the talents, and I will give you a song of mountains and flowing water. ”

Zhao Yanfei knelt behind the lyre, her jade fingers tapped lightly, and in an instant, a series of tinkling piano sounds flowed from her fingers, and everyone was fascinated at once, as if they had really arrived between the green mountains and green waters, listening to the tinkling bell of the spring water.

Zhang Xiaolin saw her focused expression, and her heart was also quiet, and many chaotic distractions suddenly disappeared. Thoughts seem to follow the sound of the piano, traveling through endless time and space, and the whole person seems to have flown up, floating in the ethereal starry sky.

Suddenly, the earthy yellow bead in the sea of knowledge moved violently, and a cold breath, like a cold current, flowed through the whole body, Zhang Xiaolin shivered all over his body, and suddenly woke up.

Zhang Xiaolin was shocked, what kind of song is this? Can it control people's minds?

Just now, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Zhang Xiaolin stretched out his hands and clapped vigorously.

The applause came very suddenly, and more than 100 people in the audience were already deeply immersed in the sound of the piano and couldn't extricate themselves, but they were awakened by the applause, and in an instant, the applause thundered.

Zhao Yanfei stood up, her eyes glancing at Zhang Xiaolin, revealing a look of surprise.