After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

Chu Yitang rarely felt uncomfortable at any time. He was too indifferent and almost didn't take things to heart.

But now that he was sitting next to Lan Yu, he had a rare feeling of being on pins and needles.

Lan Yu was peeling off a small pomegranate on his hand with his eyebrows raised. The pomegranate was round and red, making his fingertips look like jade. He carefully tore off the fruit membrane and rolled the bright red pomegranate grains into a porcelain bowl. The grains were crystal clear and full.

He scooped up half a spoonful and brought it to Chu Yitang's mouth. He had tasted the pomegranate and it was very sweet. Chu Yitang would like it.

Chu Yitang's earlobes gradually showed a sparse crimson color, but he really couldn't stand Lan Yu looking at him with that sparkling look. If he refused, he might lose his temper again.

After a moment, Chu Yitang opened his lips slightly and took in the spoonful of crystal red fruit.

The sweet juice of the pomegranate overflowed between his lips and teeth, and an almost inaudible slight acidity was mixed in it, just like his state of mind at this time.

The seeds of the small pomegranate could hardly be tasted. After Chu Yitang swallowed it, he was about to speak reservedly and tell Lan Yu that the pomegranate was delicious.

Lan Yu wiped away the bright red juice from his lips with his fingertips. His lips were lined, and a pair of pear dimples dazzled beautifully: "Is it delicious? Ah Tang?"

Maybe it was because he had been holding a sword for many years, or maybe it was because he had been writing with a pen. Thin calluses had grown on his fingertips, which caused a slight tingling when he brushed his lips.

Chu Yitang curled up his fingers on his lap and said warmly: "Would you like to try something delicious?"

"I won't eat it. This is all for you. If Ah Tang likes it, can I peel some more?"

Chu Yitang wanted to rub his head, but there were so many people here that it was hard to do anything, so he held back. He drank half of the jade wine in the glass cup and smiled.

All these things that he could not understand or understand were clearly revealed tonight.

Yuan Qinghong stood face to face and looked at each other for a long time. Yuan Qing was extremely suspicious and asked: "Are they really quarreling?"

Hong Ran replied: "Yes, Lan Yu almost cried when he said it. I have never seen him cry before."

"So this is reconciliation?"

"Maybe."

"Why?!" Yuan Qing was seriously dissatisfied and said angrily: "I provoked him and he didn't talk to me for a month. He treated me like shit when he saw me. How could I not know he was so easy to coax?!"

Hong Ran was a little speechless and said, "You are not Lan Yu's sweetheart. Can you figure out your status, Yuan Qing?"

"........."

Yuan Qing humiliated himself, stuffed a big mouthful of meat and chewed it angrily.

Seeing this scene, everyone below the stairs became more certain that this man and Lan Yu definitely had an impure relationship, and they were probably from the same side as the one they loved.

Everyone agreed that today's banquet was not in vain and it was really fruitful.

Mu Shan was so angry that he knew it. He had already seen the clues at the library, but Yuan Qing Hongran insisted that it was not the case.

When Lan Yu refused to marry that day, he also guessed that it must be related to Chu Yitang.

Now they are brought to people without restraint!

Yuan Qing also told him not to take advantage of Lan Yu's idea. It was not his turn to take action!

In the palace, the musicians of the palace were playing the Yueqin, and there were beauties performing dances. The graceful woman's gauze sleeves were fluttering, her waist was slender, and her arms were pleasing to the eye.

Lan Yu saw that Chu Yitang was distracted, so he leaned down and asked, "A Tang, do you like this?"

Chu Yitang was always distracted tonight. He turned his face slightly and replied: "Fortunately, I don't dislike it."

He paused and asked again: "Do you like it?"

There was a lot of noise, and Lan Yu couldn't hear it clearly, so he just nodded blankly.

"Then I'll play it for you."

"What are you playing? Playing the piano? Lan Yu, do you still know the music?"

The drunk Yuan Qing suddenly appeared out of nowhere, startling Chu Yitang, and Lan Yu tried to drive him away with a dark face.

But Yuan Qing was drunk and in a daze, and he said the tune of Tongyin not too quietly. People around him heard it more or less, and they all looked towards Chu Yitang.

Even His Majesty was startled. He held the wine cup and smiled heartily: "I didn't know that there is a Tongyin Rhythmist among all the ministers. Don't be restrained. Come to this hall and play a song. I will treat it as a gift to you." It’s a New Year’s gift.”

As soon as this statement came out, all the ministers in the hall echoed it.

Now that things have come to this, it is no longer easy to offend the God Emperor. Lan Yu cannot get off the tiger, and in his heart he has paid all his respects to the eighty generations of ancestors of the Yuan and Qing Dynasties.

He could hold a sword, dance, write, and ink, but he knew nothing about music.

Chu Yitang was lucky enough to experience it once. A song was sung by Lan Yu, which made him unable to sleep at night.

He sighed, pulled up his seat, raised his hands and said to the God Emperor: "I have a good understanding of music, and thanks to your majesty, I am willing to present music to your majesty as a New Year gift."

The God Emperor did not expect that the person who understood the music would be Chu Yitang. He regretted it endlessly, but he could only smile.

If Chu Yitang gives him a gift, I don't know how much of his life will be shortened tonight...

Lan Yu was dumb. He only found out today that Chu Yitang was good at music. No wonder his expression was so ugly when he sang to him last time.

Chu Yitang left his seat, walked down the steps gracefully, and asked the music manager:

"Can I bring you a pipa?"

The manager did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly sent someone to fetch the best red sandalwood and silver column pipa, and presented it respectfully:

"Please, Immortal Lord."

Chu Yitang sat on the sandalwood chair, holding the pipa in his arms, tuned the strings, and plucked the strings from time to time to produce fragmentary sounds.

The bright light from the glazed dome rippled down like moonlight, flowing around Chu Yitang, casting a layer of hazy light.

After tuning the strings, Chu Yitang played with his slender fingers, and plucked the strings with his fingertips. The sound of the pipa was extremely clear and clear. The plucking was close, as brittle as a jade bead, and suddenly fell to the plate, spinning around in the hall, like the sound of phoenixes ringing the beams.

Between the beginning and the end, the music changes quickly, the fingering is skillful, the ending is lingering and pathos, but the tune is pleasant, as if a woman in clothes by the river is singing softly, the singing voice is charming and beautiful without losing the lightness.

When Chu Yitang played the piano, he lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows with a focused expression. Lan Yu looked at him from this distance, almost in a daze.

Apart from the sound of the piano, there was no other noise in the hall.

The beauty plays music under the moonlight, and the music sounds so high-spirited.

As soon as the song was played, the cheers in the palace were loud. The God Emperor took the lead and stroked his hands: "It's like listening to fairy music and your ears are temporarily bright. It's nothing better than this."

Chu Yitang cut off the sound of the piano, stood up with the pipa in his arms, nodded and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. It's a shame."

I don’t know who asked: “Does this song have a name? It should be regarded as a masterpiece passed down from generation to generation!”

Chu Yitang handed the pipa back to the manager, brushed off the dust on his clothes, raised his head, and met Lan Yu's eyes, half-smiling but not smiling: "Yes, the name of this song is Weak Water."

Three thousand weak water, only take one scoop.

I hide my affection in the sound of the piano.

I hope you know it and agree with me.