At the moment, Youmeng did not look at them, but looked at Yinghong, who was singing softly indifferently in the play.

Among many operas, she loves "Peony Pavilion". Not only the gorgeous and beautiful story depicted in the opera, but also the word "dream" in "Attack of the Garden": Liu Mengmei, he is the "Plum" in Du Liniang's dream.

Besides opera, who has a "dream" in his name, and who has a "plum" in his name?

She was like Du Liniang, who had forgotten that she fell in love with a man as noble as plum blossoms. After waking up, she realized that it was a big dream and was filled with joy. It was because of such a subtle fit with the person in the play that Du Liniang's feelings made her most empathize.

Youran doesn’t like to listen to operas, and no one chats with her, so she can’t stand the loneliness, so she picked up the wine glass to Youmeng: “Come on, Nine Emperor Sister, we sisters rarely get together, I’ll give you this cup first!”

Youmeng came back to her senses, picked up a wine glass with a slender finger, and greeted her with a smile: "You and my sister are in the same mood. I am willing to enjoy my face and enter the mansion today. Youmeng is very happy. I hope to support each other with my sister in the future and help each other." After that, she covered her face with her sleeves and drank with Youran.

After Yinghong sang, she also showed off her talents and skills. With the help of the fun, the noble lady sang and sang at the table, and her mood became even more prosperous.

Xingsu knew that he had a mission tonight, so he deliberately did not drink to maintain absolute sanity. Finally, he met Youmeng with her eyes and asked her to signal her eyes. Xingsu immediately understood it, so he stood up and left the seat quietly.

Her departure was not eye-catching, but Su Zhi still saw it. After thinking about it for a few years, she had no clue and did not take it to heart.

Xingsu went to the guards' defense points in turn, urging the guards to be more vigilant and not let go of every abnormality.

The noise at the banquet continued, and Liyou slowly climbed to the banquet stage to salute Youmeng: "Princess is safe."

You Meng was quite surprised when she saw him: "Did Li You prepare his talents?"

Behind him, the eunuchs brought up a long table with four treasures of the study. He lowered his head and said, "Li Jing is not talented, he only knows some tricks of doing things, I am afraid that the princess and all the celebrities will laugh."

Youmeng smiled and said, "You don't have to be humble when you are away from worry. Poems and songs are all elegant. My sisters are all elegant. Just show your talents."

"Yes." He stood up slowly, "but if Liyou wants to display his talent fluently, he still needs someone to help him."

Youmeng asked, "Who do you want to help?"

Only then did you hear a clear and melodious sound of the pipa coming from the stage, which attracted Youmeng and the women to look up—

The veil on the stage was hanging down, and the man's clear posture was hidden in the haze. He sat alone, holding the pipa pointing to the falling clouds, like a trickle of water wet the heart.

Even though he was separated by a heavy veil, Youmeng still instinctively recognized him, her red lips opened and her gentle whispered: "Su Zhi..."

This scene reminded her of the first time she visited the Ethereal Music House and saw him playing the pipa on the singing stage from afar.

Liyou held his pen and dipped ink, and meditated for a while: "A machine, try spring clothes on the mulberry road. The wind and sunny day are warm and lazy, and the peach blossom branches are singing orioles, and they are unwilling to let others go." He recited this sentence while writing it on paper.

Hearing the sound, Youmeng couldn't help but turn back to him. The lyrics he improvised were as stunning as the songs played by Su Zhi.

Listening to a secluded song, he read again: "Two shots, the pedestrian immediately felt delayed. He couldn't bear to give it lightly. He turned around and smiled. He went back among the flowers, but he was afraid that the flowers would know."

The evening breeze is soft, the gauze curtains are blowing, and Su Zhi's figure appears and appears faintly. The song is chirping, echoing in the clear night, like the sound of nature.

Li You held the pen and listened, and then read it: "Three machines, Wu Silkworms have already grown old and swallows are flying. After the Dongfeng banquet, Changzhou Garden is over, and the light gauze urges me to take advantage of the situation. The children and palace maids are going to change their dance clothes."

The string sound gradually slowed down, like a sigh of relief. Youmeng lowered her eyes dimly, and she felt that there was endless sorrow hidden in Su Zhi's pipa song.

Only Li You thought: "Four machines frown in a mute voice. The woven lotus seeds are woven, and the flowers are easy to tie, the sorrow is hard to calm, and the meridians are as messy as silk."
Chapter completed!