Empress, your husband is invincible

The top class private room in Chuhuan Building is located on the top floor.

There are four floors in Chuhuan Building. Except for the top floor, the other floors are noisy and noisy. Only the two elegant rooms on the top floor are extraordinarily quiet and elegant.

The two elegant rooms on the top floor are divided into east and west sides, among which, green and naturally growing bamboos are used as the separation.

After entering one of the private rooms, an indescribably refreshing fragrance lingered in the nostrils of the three of them.

The so-called private room, except for the artificially built rockery and a small stream flowing down from the rockery, has the same layout as other rooms.

The three of Ye Cheng and Zhuang Yan sat around the white jade table, and it wasn't long before the bustard took a few girls who were full of fragrance and brought up a group of exquisite food on a tray.

Taking the wine glass, Zhuang Yan immediately poured a glass of wine towards Ye Cheng and Li Baijing, and said with a happy smile:
"Brother Ye, Brother Li, let me tell you two honestly, today is the happiest day I have had in the past few years!"

Ye Cheng smiled helplessly.

Li Baijing glanced at him, and sarcastically said:

"If you are willing to work hard and learn swords with me, I guarantee that you will have such fun in less than three years."

Zhuang Yan curled his lips and said with a wry smile:

"Brother Li, I'm not bragging. For more than ten years, my sister has never been as confident as you!"

Li Baijing was speechless for a while, so he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the dishes on the table.

The three chatted and laughed, eating and drinking non-stop.

"You guys have been waiting for a long time."

When the wine and dinner were half full, a voice like a silver bell sounded belatedly.

Glancing in the direction of the sound from the door, Ye Cheng lost his mind for a moment.

At the door of the private room, there were five graceful girls in light gauzes.

Although none of these five girls can compare to Ling Xuejian or Zhuang Shuanglin, they still have looks that can be called alluring.

In addition to the five of them, the consistent graceful figure and the looming tender skin under the tulle are almost enough to drive any normal man crazy...

"Coincidentally, Miss Wanxue, my brother Ye just now felt sorry for not listening to the piece you played last time..."

Li Baijing put down the chopsticks with a smile, bowed slightly and stretched out his hand to signal them to sit down.

The seats for these girls had been arranged by some of the bustards' Guigongs long ago. They were located on the side of the rockery, not too far away from them, but not too close.

Wan Xue, who was standing in front of the five people, immediately bowed slightly towards Ye Cheng with her pipa in her arms, a strange emotion flashed through her beautiful eyes.Leading the four girls behind him to brush past Ye Cheng.

"The last time the snow girl played the famous "Wang Feng Yin"?
You played that piece very well. "

Zhuang Yan put down the trotter in his hand, smiled and asked Wan Xue.

"Going back to my little lord, the last time I played was "Jiang Xue". If you want to listen to "Wang Feng Yin", how about I go and get you a pipa now?"

Wan Xue just sat down, when she heard the words, she bowed slightly.

Zhuang Yan glanced at Ye Cheng and the two, smiled and waved his hands:

"Forget it, I'm with my two elder brothers today. You can ask them what they want to hear."

Ye Cheng glanced at Li Baijing:
"I don't know anything about rhythm. How about some from Baijing?"

Li Baijing tapped on the table, and after pondering for a while, said:
"Well, the five of you can play together, as long as you want."

Wan Xue nodded, exchanged glances with the other four, and replied:

"That servant girl is showing her shame. This song is nameless, but it was accidentally obtained by the slave family at the bank of the Yiluo River. Speaking of it, it is the first time to play it officially. I hope the young masters will not dislike it."

As soon as the conversation stopped, Wan Xue's face changed suddenly, she lowered her head and stretched out her slender jade fingers, and slightly plucked the pipa.

With the flick of her fingertips, the sounds of pipa, qin, Xiao and other musical instruments instantly flowed in the private room...

This song has a light and mournful sound, like a woman weeping, a wanderer looking at the moon and homesick...

Inadvertently, Ye Cheng tapped on the table following the rhythm of the music, gradually sinking into it.

I don't know how long it took, but with the impassioned sound of the ending tune, Ye Cheng suddenly woke up.

Li Baijing pondered for a long time, looked up at Wan Xue, and suddenly sighed.

Zhuang Yan doesn't understand the rhythm, but he is very fond of Ye Cheng and Li Baijing.Seeing Li Baijing sigh, he couldn't help frowning for a moment:
"This song is sad and depressing, but did it bring back Brother Li's sadness?"

Wan Xue's face froze, and she suddenly became anxious.

Li Baijing smiled wryly, but waved his hand towards Wan Xue first.

"Miss Wanxue, don't panic, I just remembered one of my cousins.

He was proud and lofty, and had the ambition to save the country and help the world, but in the end, he had to resign from office and go into hiding, and passed away with hatred..."

Ye Cheng was in awe.

But Li Baijing went on to say sullenly:
"My cousin, in his life, only enjoys poetry. I used to admire his poems quite a lot.

Unfortunately, I don't know anything about poetry.Otherwise, the thoughts just now can be composed into poems.

In the future, it is better to pay homage to his grave. "

Ye Cheng's heart moved, and the picture in his mind just now appeared again, and what's more, he actually happened to think of a poem that was quite suitable for the occasion...

After thinking about it, Ye Cheng suddenly smiled at Li Baijing:
"Bai Jing, if I say a poem I got by chance. Although I don't know if it fits with the previous song, but it might fit your cousin's wishes, do you believe it or not?"

Li Baijing's face froze, and he looked at him suspiciously.

Zhuang Yan was not interested in the conversation between the two of them at all, so he could only peek at a girl next to Wan Xue, and kept feeding food to his mouth.

Glancing at Zhuang Yan, Ye Cheng suddenly stood up and said to Li Baijing:

"Let's listen to it first, and if you think it's done. In the future, it's good to sacrifice this poem to Tang Bo."

Before Li Baijing could answer, Ye Cheng immediately took a sip of his wine, cleared his throat, and said slowly:
"Bian Zhou and the Three Gorges are prepared for hardships, but fortunately they have escaped from the turmoil.

The mountains have been reduced to ruins, and the water is gradually spreading without restraint.

For a long time, willows hang down on the dike, people are warm, and Jiangmei is full of cold weather.

What is the use of a rough life, it is a fishing rod in the lake and sea. "

When Ye Cheng recited the first two sentences, Li Baijing didn't react much, but when he heard the last two sentences, his hand holding the wine glass suddenly stopped, and he stared blankly at Ye Cheng.

"Wild willows hang down on the dike for half a day, people are warm, and Jiangmei is full of cold weather.

What is the use of a rough life, it is a fishing rod in the lake and sea. "

Bowing his head and reciting a piece again, Li Baijing's eyes suddenly shot out.

"Brother Ye! This poem is more than good! These two lines can even be regarded as my cousin's epitaph!"

Looking blankly at Ye Cheng, Wan Xue couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.

"I never thought that Ye Cheng would have such a poetic talent..."