Let you be a proton, you chase the empress of the enemy country?

Chapter 13 This song should only be found in the sky

The string music is moving, like a deep spring in an empty valley, and the mournful tune is particularly beautiful.

All the people present were fascinated.

Ying Wuji understood in his heart that the reason why Miss Huachao has so many fans in Jiangcheng is to put aside whether she is marketing or not. Her own accomplishments are beyond doubt, at least this song...

Sounds great!

He couldn't tell how much art was in it, so he could only describe it in one nice sentence.

But this piece of music is the authentic style of the Central Plains, definitely not the one she played when she had an accident.

After a long time, the song was over, and everyone in the bamboo garden remained silent for a long time.

It wasn't until someone broke the calm that they all started to admire.

"This song is melodious, just a piano, but it makes people feel like being in a valley surrounded by birds!"

"Sounds good, really sounds good!"

"Compared to the last time, Miss Hua Chao's piano skills have improved again, which is really commendable!"

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Every word of praise, although there are a few rainbow farts mixed in, most of them are sincere, after all, this song is really good.

Hua Chao behind the screen couldn't see any expression, but her voice was soft and sweet: "What do you think, Young Master Wuji, I wonder if I can have a taste or two."

Tasting one or two?
How to describe this piece of music, it's just... nice!
Ying Wuji grinned, bullying me is a music blind, right?
He thought for a while, and then slowly chanted: "The silk pipes in Jiangcheng are flooded day by day, half into the river and half into the clouds. This song should only exist in the sky, and it can be heard several times in the world."

As soon as this poem came out, the noisy bamboo garden fell silent instantly.

Unexpectedly, Ying Wuji recited such wonderful poems casually. Although the genre of Qijue has only just originated, in the most economically and culturally prosperous Li country, many literati have long recited it.

Most of the people present are knowledgeable and can understand the artistic conception of this poem.

Especially the last two sentences: This song should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world.

The poem is absolutely perfect, and the evaluation is even more absolute.

Hua Chao behind the screen was also a little absent-minded, and even doubted whether the piece she played just now was worthy of this evaluation.

Wu Dan took the lead in applauding: "Girl Huachao is a good song, son Wuji is a good poem!"

Others also admired it one after another.

Although Ying Wuji's status is no longer good, they are not hostile to him. If they don't boast about good poems, they will appear narrow-minded.

Ying Wuji was very depressed, don't just boast, drop some attributes for me!

There are more than a dozen people in a garden, and almost no one's mood gauge breaks through [-].

Except for Hua Chao, who was confused by the praise, only her precious little maid was left, and the dropped attribute points were pitifully small.

Let alone ninety.

He finally understood that if he wanted to break through [-], he had to make targeted critical strikes. It wasn't like copying a good poem and lyrics and making money with his eyes closed.

behind the screen.

Miss Hua Chao covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "Young master is really flattered, and the little girl is flattered."

Ying Wuji raised his eyebrows slightly: "Can I get behind the screen?"

Miss Hua Chao spoke softly: "My little girl likes this poem very much, but what she plays is nothing more than ordinary folk songs. Such a wonderful poem, such a high evaluation, my little girl deserves it!"

Hearing this, Ying Wuji couldn't help frowning.

This is a bit ignorant, Bai Zhi helped him check some people who are qualified to listen to the music behind the screen, and some of the poems they presented also praised the flowers.

It is false to feel ashamed, but it is true to have ghosts in your heart!
Bai Zhi couldn't help it anymore, and said in a sullen voice: "Miss Hua Chao! Are you uneducated, or are you targeting my son? Which of the poems you received earlier can compare with my son's? Others can enter behind the screen, But you are the only one who shuts out my young master, what is the reason for that?"

As long as the little maid gets on her head, she will be speechless.

Of course, when you are not on the top, you are also outspoken.

Ji Su suddenly got excited: "Presumptuous! This is a meeting of literati and refined scholars. In such an elegant place, a maid jumping out with abusive words is really a disgrace! How can you have the right to speak here?"

Bai Zhi was not weak at all, and with her hips crossed, she retorted: "What is bad words? What I said was exaggerated, why don't we ask Miss Hua Chao to compare the poems I received before, and let everyone judge Which is better and which is worse!
Say it again!You voted for 20 taels of red gauze, and I also voted for 20 taels of red gauze. Why am I not qualified to speak?

Could it be that you are more refined than I am?Even if you can read a few more words than me, can you write better poems than my son? "

She didn't understand that the current young master is the best young master, why these people insist on targeting him.

angry!

Ji Su was so choked that he couldn't speak.

He felt that both master and servant had taken the wrong medicine, and today they spoke more aggressively than the other, but he still couldn't scold them.

The others were also stunned, they didn't expect Ying Wuji to have such a pungent little maid.

Ying Wuji couldn't help but smile, just because this little girl can't speak with a brain, it doesn't mean she doesn't have a brain, what she said is really well-founded.

There was silence behind the screen, Miss Hua Chao must be a little embarrassed.

At this time, Luo Ming couldn't help but said: "Young Master Wuji, you are too aggressive! Miss Hua Chao is not a girl from Yihong Pavilion, but a distinguished guest invited by Yihong Pavilion. She didn't intend to let people sit on the screen After listening to Qu'er, it was the pavilion master begging so hard that Miss Hua Chao reluctantly nodded.

Who can go behind the screen depends on Miss Huachao's own wishes.

Although your poems are good, they are not what Miss Hua Chao likes. What is the difference between such behavior and forced buying and selling? "

He spoke urgently, and although he was trying his best to conceal his anger, it was still noticeable.

Hua Chao girl sighed softly, as if she was about to speak.

Ying Wuji frowned. If she really showed her weakness, she would really be kidnapped by her own morality. This group of people clearly set double standards on me, and acted like I was bullying others. I'm afraid there is really no way to see this Hua Chao through the normal channels.

He directly interrupted with a smile: "Brother Luo, it seems like I'm being unreasonable. When I came to Zhuyuan, I originally wanted to reward my friends with poems and songs. If I can see the beautiful face of the girl Hua Chao, it will be a big deal." Beautiful things, if you can't see them, you can only say that you have no fate.

I am the proton of the Qian country, and I have no power or power in the Li country, so how can I have the energy to forcibly see the girl Hua Chao?

But you should also be able to see my sincerity from this poem. If Miss Huachao says she doesn’t agree with her heart, then I won’t be able to force her, but I want to ask Miss Huachao, whether I don’t care what kind of poems and songs I make. Fu can't match your mind?
If this is the case, then my stay in Zhuyuan will be meaningless, and I will not take a step forward in the future. Others will learn from me, and it will save some sentimental literati from coming here to cause sadness. "

The words are already obvious, if your double standard is spread, it will definitely have a great impact on your reputation.

There was no sound behind the screen for a long time.

Ying Wuji squinted his eyes and stood up directly: "In that case, I will take my leave!"

After all, he turned and left slowly.

Just when he stepped on the path away from the garden, a voice finally came from behind the screen.

"Sir, wait a minute!"

(End of this chapter)