Monk, this child is yours

Ye Qingshuang didn't explain much to the guests downstairs, she held the flute horizontally in her hand, pointed her thin red lips at the hole of the flute, her fingers kept jumping as she inhaled and exhaled.

When the tune sounded, everyone was attracted by the crisp and melodious voice.

They seem to have heard the most beautiful music in the world, they even stopped breathing, and can only see the beauty in green clothes, her lips open and close, sometimes low, sometimes high, fresh and refined, just like the wonderful sound of washing people's hearts.

The people downstairs who had a little understanding of the rhythm were all shocked. They never expected to hear such a beautiful sound, and the light instrument also fascinated them and made them think deeply.

Who would write such a beautiful score?Who the hell made this instrument they had never seen before?

Huo Shuangyan, who had always been indifferent to her surroundings, heard the music played by Ye Qingshuang, and there was a slight wave on her quiet face. She did not expect that the music played by Ye Qingshuang today is so beautiful.

"Dang...dangdang...dangdang...dangdang...dang...dangdang...dangdang..." the sound has been lingering in the ears, people can't help but hum along with the tune, Until the music stopped abruptly, they still hadn't recovered from the sound and wanted to continue listening.

Seeing the intoxicated faces of everyone downstairs, Ye Qingshuang smiled softly. The shallow pear dimple on her right cheek and the watery peach blossom eyes became more beautiful under the dark red light, not like a fairy, but better than a fairy. Calm down, excited forget to applaud.

Han Luoye, who was standing farthest away, squinted at Ye Qingshuang, who was standing upstairs smiling, turned and left the seat. On the table in front of that seat was a wooden sign with the words "Ye Qingshuang".

Because Ye Qingshuang played this wonderful music, everyone couldn't calm down for a long time, and someone threw the silver ball to Ye Qingshuang upstairs in excitement.

After one guest threw the silver ball, other guests also threw the silver ball up one after another.

Ye Qingshuang stared dumbfounded at the countless silver balls flying towards him, and had the urge to go crazy, he had never seen such a formation in Hualou.

Aunt Liu sensed that the situation was not good, and she couldn't suppress the frenzied people downstairs even though she even called for guards.

Those guests seemed to have too much money to spend, cheering Ye Qingshuang's name while throwing all the silver balls at Ye Qingshuang without hesitation.

One, two are okay, countless silver balls are thrown at Ye Qingshuang, Ye Qingshuang really can't bear it, so she can only back away again and again, until she avoids the falling range of the silver balls.

Ye Qingshuang calmed down his chest. It was really like a tiger attacking just now. He never thought that the gentle ancients had such a crazy side, and he also didn't expect that he would be rewarded with money like an Internet celebrity.

Aunt Liu grinned from ear to ear while suppressing the guests downstairs, and the eyes she glanced at Ye Qingshuang were not the same as before.

After the guests downstairs stabilized their emotions, the servant handed the wooden sign written by the guest to Aunt Liu. After Aunt Liu sang the tickets, the result was exactly as Ye Qingshuang thought. He overwhelmed everyone with an absolute advantage and became the No. 1.

After that day, many customers spread word of mouth, saying that Ye Qingshuang, the No. 1 leader in the capital, played the most unpleasant music in the world, and that Ye Qingshuang had the best musical instrument in the world.

Because of these legends, Ye Qingshuang attracted a lot of guests for Hualou, but Ye Qingshuang didn't plan to promote the hole flute at all. The unique instrument was like a proof of identity. As for the score of "Swordsman", he didn't plan to tell anyone. He only wanted to be able to play with Han Feixue one day, so after the competition, Ye Qingshuang never played "Swordsman" again, and he also rejected those who inquired about the flute and the score.

The next day there was going to be a chess competition, Ye Qingshuang stayed up all night and read several advanced chess books, thinking that there shouldn't be any problems.

The chess competition is different from the musical instrument competition. It takes a long time and requires patience. It needs to draw lots to decide the game, and then eliminate them in turn.

Relying on her original chess skills and the chess records he read, Ye Qingshuang passed all the way, and finally played against Huo Shuangyan.

The two sat opposite each other. Huo Shuangyan, who had hardly expressed much expression from yesterday to today, raised her eyebrows when she played against Ye Qingshuang, looked directly at Ye Qingshuang, and said coldly: "I lost to you yesterday because I am inferior to others. Even if I let your third son, you will not win me."

Ye Qingshuang didn't know why Huo Shuangyan was so confident, she chuckled lightly, and said without showing any weakness: "Miss Huo is so confident, Qingshuang came here today, it must be a wonderful match, I will let Miss Huo be the third son. "

Huo Shuangyan pursed her lips and lowered her eyebrows, a little displeased with Ye Qingshuang's boasting, she no longer talked about giving up sons, but grabbed a handful of white sons.

Ye Qingshuang knew that Huo Shuangyan wanted to make sure to go first, so he took out two sunspots and put them on the table.

Huo Shuangyan spread out the white stones in his hands, exactly ten, that is, an even number, and Ye Qingshuang took the black pieces, and made the first move. Ye Qingshuang was very happy to be able to make the first move, "Miss Huo, even number, I hold the black pieces, and play first."

Huo Shuangyan hummed lightly, straightened the front of her chest and said nothing.

Ye Qingshuang resentfully picked up the black pieces and dropped the pieces to the star position according to the game record in memory, Huo Shuangyan put the white pieces in the small eyes without thinking.

When he first started playing chess, Ye Qingshuang played very smoothly. Huo Shuangyan's layout and the position of the chess pieces were very similar to the chess record in his mind.

Gradually, it took him longer to think about the chess record and determine the position of the next move, but the time for each move was limited, and Ye Qingshuang became more strenuous.

Ye Qingshuang forgot an important thing when she played chess with other people in Hualou so smoothly. The difference between Go and calligraphy, painting, and piano art is that every move of Go needs to be thought about. The position of the opponent's chess pieces in a game is determined by the position of the opponent. The modern Ye Qingshuang has not fully mastered the chess skills of the original body, but just remembers the habits of the original body. Therefore, the more chess pieces are dropped, Ye Qingshuang begins to feel a little bit overwhelmed.

Ye Qingshuang wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve and frowned as she looked at the person sitting across from him who was still sitting down like a fish in water.

For some reason, Ye Qingshuang remembered that when the two of them just sat down, Huo Shuangyan confidently said that she would win. Did Huo Shuangyan know that he would definitely lose?

Time passed by, and the people downstairs quietly watched the two people sitting opposite each other upstairs without making any sound.

There is a special servant who will show the position of the chess pieces of the two people's game to the guests downstairs, so the guests downstairs are thinking about the purpose of each move of Huo Shuangyan and Ye Qingshuang, and occasionally a few guests who are good friends discuss with each other One time, but the sound is very small.

After Huo Shuangyan removed Ye Qingshuang's few sunspots, Ye Qingshuang's chess hand began to feel a little unsteady. He was not afraid, but rather exhausted physically and mentally.

Ever since he was determined to compete for the top spot, he has hardly had a good night's sleep. Every time he takes a move, he has to recall a large number of chess records in his mind, which consumes a lot of brain power. He has already played several games with others today. Chess, so this most brain-intensive game gave him a headache.

The chess game cannot be terminated for any reason at the beginning. The two of them come and go, and it has been an hour since the game has not yet been decided.

Ye Qingshuang's forehead was full of sweat, and his face became a little pale, and the makeup powder on his face could not conceal Ye Qingshuang's anxiety. He wanted to admit defeat, but he felt that he could persist.

Ye Qingshuang held on to the sunspot for a long time, and the intricate game records in his mind were intertwined, making him hesitate where to put it, until the cold voice reminded him, and he looked at the opponent.

"Young Master Ye, it's time to settle down."

Huo Shuangyan's crisp reminder made Ye Qingshuang even more anxious. He hadn't figured out where the next move of the whole chess game would be, and because of time, he subconsciously put it where he wanted to put it for the first time.

Huo Shuangyan twitched the corners of her red lips and smiled lightly at Ye Qingshuang, "Young Master Ye's fall is not right."

"No? Why is it wrong?" Ye Qingshuang looked down at the chess game carefully, only to realize that this move was forcing himself into a dead game, but he couldn't regret the move, so Huo Shuangyan made the last move, and Ye Qingshuang's face became even uglier. He lowered his head and said softly to Huo Shuangyan: "I admit defeat."

Huo Shuangyan nodded, stood up, looked down at Ye Qingshuang's pale face, and said, "Master Ye is not feeling well, you should go back and rest."

Ye Qingshuang maintained high-intensity mental and physical exertion for more than two hours, and finally at the moment of admitting defeat, her tense nerves relaxed, but because of this, Ye Qingshuang's head became even more dizzy.

He could feel his body was weak, his limbs couldn't use any strength, and he couldn't even hear Huo Shuangyan talking to him clearly.

Ye Qingshuang struggled to move her legs that had been kneeling for a long time, stood up staggeringly, and walked towards the veranda. Before she could take a step, her whole body limp and was about to fall to the ground.

Huo Shuangyan hurried over to support Ye Qingshuang's body, but Ye Qingshuang's body was too weak, and she collapsed again.

Ye Qingshuang instinctively wanted to grab something that could support his body, so he scrambled forward and grabbed a soft mass. Before he could feel what it was, Huo Shuangyan slapped him hard Pushed to the ground.

Ye Qingshuang regained consciousness when he hit the ground with his head. He narrowed his eyes and raised his eyes to look at the slightly angry person, and then looked at the position he just grabbed. He suddenly realized what he just grabbed, and opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Just now when Huo Shuangyan supported his arm, what he limply grasped was nothing but the thing between Huo Shuangyan's legs. Now that I think about it, what is the shape of a little brother?

But the promised girl, how could she have a little brother?

Huo Shuangyan cast a cold glance at the dazed Ye Qingshuang, turned around and left with a flick of her sleeves, leaving Ye Qingshuang sitting on the ground for a long time unable to recover.

It wasn't until Aunt Liu came to ask how Ye Qingshuang was doing that Ye Qingshuang shook her head, stood up slowly and walked back to her room from the corridor.