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"Yes!" A few attendants in the back retreated.

In the courtyard, the noisy voices gradually quieted down.

A passage from the small building beside the courtyard to the high platform was given up by the crowd.

A figure wearing a veil slowly came out of the small building, followed by a maid holding a guqin.

"Huh? Isn't this Xue Feifei?" Standing in the distance, Chu He recognized the figure at a glance.

"Haha, it's the right time to come to the Youth Poetry Club this time!" Wang Fugui tried to stand on his toes, looking at the figure who had already stepped onto the high platform and said.

"Brother Bai, you're lucky. I heard that Miss Feifei from Yunyue Tower is a master at Linjiang County in her piano skills!" Wang Fugui looked at Chu He and smiled.

"Oh? Miss Feifei's piano skills have been spread so widely?" Chu He looked at the beautiful figure on the high platform.

"Isn't that right? Brother Bai, you don't know that in our Linjiang County, if you can hear Miss Feifei play a song, you can sing it to your friends for a few months!" Wang Fugui said excitedly, " But, what a pity!" Wang Fugui suddenly remembered something and sighed with his head bowed.

"What a pity?" Chu He turned to look at Wang Fugui.

"Hey, Brother Bai, haven't you heard of it? It is rumored that Miss Feifei has made a secret love for Mr. Bailong! The two are already a natural couple in our circle of Confucian scholars!" Wang Fugui said with a depressed face.

"If it weren't for Mr. Bailong helping us save the last face of Confucian scholars in Linjiang County, I would never agree with the two of them!" Wang Fugui seemed to have been robbed of the most precious treasure.

"Uh... who said that? Miss Feifei didn't seem to say that she likes Mr. Bailong, did she?" A drop of cold sweat appeared on Chu He's forehead.

"Does it need to be said?" Wang Fugui's face was a little excited, "You may not know, Brother Bai, Miss Feifei never lets any man into her room! Except Mr. Bailong! Many people know , During the recent period, Miss Feifei has invited Mr. Bailong to stay in the same room with her several times! After such a long time, you can know what they are doing even if you think about it with your butt! Besides, there is no other man I can enter Miss Feifei's room!"

Looking at Wang Fugui's face that was almost contorted with envy, Chu He didn't know what to say.

It can't be said that Mr. Bailong's brother Feifei is just drinking and listening to music and chatting in the room, right? If you say that, Wang Fugui must be even more aggrieved.

The melodious sound of the piano sounded, and Xue Feifei played the guqin in her hand. No one whispered in the entire courtyard, and everyone was immersed in the sound of the piano every year.

Xue Feifei played the guqin calmly, but her eyes unconsciously looked at the crowd, as if she was looking for something.

Suddenly, Xue Feifei seemed to see something, her eyes lit up, and her eyes locked on a corner.

Chu He looked at Xue Feifei who was on the high platform, her eyes kept wandering among the crowd, and finally locked on to where she was.

Xue Feifei looked at Chu He, blinked mischievously, and Chu He looked back with a smile.

Then, not knowing if it was an illusion, Chu He only felt that the sound of Xue Feifei playing the piano was even more beautiful.

"Miss Feifei's piano sounds better! Could it be that her piano skills have improved?" A Confucian scholar who is proficient in temperament whispered.

"Shut up! Be quiet and listen carefully!" The Confucian scholars next to him turned their heads and glared at him, which made him shut up immediately.

In a room by the courtyard, Mr. Longxi was also enjoying the music with his eyes closed.

Naturally, the change of emotion expressed in the rhythm cannot be hidden from a great Confucian like him.

"Well, this little girl has a good talent in rhythm. If she goes on this journey, she may not be able to achieve something!" Mr. Long Xi nodded and commented.

The expression of Liu Ruyun next to him was slightly distorted. Such a beauty and such a melody should belong to him in the first place!

Liu Ruyun glanced at the bookboy behind him with a gloomy face, and the little bookboy shuddered inexplicably.

After the qin music ended, most of the Confucian scholars were still immersed in Xue Feifei's qin sound.

Xue Feifei stood up, nodded slightly in the direction of Chu He, and walked down with the maid.

"Brother Fugui! Everyone is gone, wake up!" Chu He looked at Wang Fugui, who was still intoxicated, and called him helplessly.

"Suck... ah? Brother Bai, to tell you the truth, I am really envious of that Mr. Bailong now!" Wang Fugui woke up from the intoxication, and then said enviously, "Not only can I enjoy the A beauty like Miss Feifei can even hear such a beautiful melody, even if it is given to a fairy!"

Seeing Wang Fugui's envious expression, Chu He smiled and did not speak.

With Xue Feifei's exit, the voices in the courtyard gradually became noisy, most of them were talking about the beautiful rhythm.

"Oh, after listening to Miss Feifei's piano music, the usual music is hard to hear now!"

"Who said it wasn't? I just now understand what real music is!"

"This song should only exist in the sky, how many times can we hear it in the world!"

Everyone expressed that this kind of piano music gave them endless aftertaste.

"quiet!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the high platform, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

A middle-aged man in a brocade robe stepped onto the platform. He was Li Zhuqing's father, Li Yujiang, the prefect of Linjiang County.

"Thank you all for being able to participate in this Linjiang County youth poetry meeting. You are all young talents from all over Linjiang County, representing the future of Linjiang County!"

"This youth poetry meeting is different from the past. For this poetry meeting, we specially invited Mr. Longxi, the vice president of the National Scholars Academy, to judge this youth poetry meeting!"

As Li Yujiang's voice fell, a figure strutted up to the high platform, it was Mr. Longxi.

All the Confucian scholars looked at this legendary Confucian with admiration and curiosity in their eyes.

"Haha! I'm very pleased to see that young talents in Linjiang County are so energetic! This means that I have someone to succeed me!"

"I came to participate in the Youth Poetry Club this time to see how talented I am in Linjiang! I hope you don't let me down!"

A few simple words directly mobilized the atmosphere of the entire venue, and Mr. Longxi turned around and walked to the seat on the high platform to sit down.

"Is this the famous Confucian, Mr. Longxi?" Chu He murmured as he looked at the energetic middle-aged man on the stage.