In the noble lady's seat, Yan Ruoyu shook the round fan and sighed: "Oh, look at the handsome young man who wrote the lyrics so pleasing to the eye. It's a pity. There was a gauze on the stage over there, and I couldn't see what the person playing the pipa looked like..."

"Who said no?" Yuan Xiaoqin echoed, "But just listening to the pipa music, I couldn't help but think of the famous Su Leshi on Zhiquan Street, who is famous in Luoyang."

"Su Music Master?" Yan Ruoyu was slightly stunned, "What are you talking about is the immortal in the Ethereal Music House?"

"Yes, it sounds like him, and I like to cover up a curtain when playing the song."

"Then you take a closer look, right?"

"How could I know? You have to be able to see clearly in the morning." Yuan Xiaoqin pursed her lips depressedly, "Besides, Musician Su from the Ethereal Music House is very withdrawn and never willing to see guests. I have never seen him himself. I heard that it is very mysterious..."

Yan Ruoyu was puzzled: "I never see a guest? Then how did he say "the posture of heaven and man" come from?"

Yuan Xiaoqin guessed: "Maybe when was someone in the city who was lucky enough to accidentally bump into it, and it was spread like this."

Yan Ruoyu thought: "It shouldn't be him? Since he is so noble, how could he put down his face and be a male favorite for the little princess?"

Yuan Xiaoqin sneered coldly: "If it was him, it wouldn't be surprising. After all, the little princess has the support of the emperor and is rich and powerful. How many people dare to fight against the royal family in Luoyang City?"

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Liyou then recited and wrote: "Five pieces of machines, weaving Shen Lang's poems in a horizontal pattern. No one knows the central sentence, no one tells the sadness and hatred, no one tells the haggardness, only sending lovesickness to you."

The gauze covered the faint white moonlight, and Su Zhi twitched his long eyelashes, raised his eyes from the wind, and faced the distance, the glamorous woman in the center of the banquet table.

"Six pieces of machine, every walk is full of flowers. There are also two butterflies among the flowers. I pause for a while, and I watch alone in the shadow of the window for a long time."

Leaving the worries and writing flowers, writing another line freely.

"Seven pieces of the machine, the mandarin ducks hesitate again. I am afraid that they will be cut lightly and fly in two places. A resignation, what's the point of following each other again?"

The melody rises, turns and closes at Su Zhi's fingertips, and the emotions flowing in the song are like this, like the sparse shadows of branches and leaves under the moon, stacking layer by layer, and accumulate deeper and deeper.

"Eight Zhang Ji, I know who the poem is? It is weaving it into a desolate feeling, and I read it all over the line, feeling speechless, and I can't bear to think more."

Youmeng noticed that when Li You finished writing this sentence, his eyes stagnated on the paper, so he thought for a long time.

After a long time, he wrote while reciting: "Nine Zhang Ji, two flowers, two leaves and two branches. Since ancient times, he has been separated from each other. From beginning to end, he lingers his heart and passes through a silk thread."

Su Zhi gently gathers and twists slowly, the sound of the piano is gurgling, as clear as the water of the spring river, and as the wind of autumn dew, as the writing of the sorrow gradually comes to an end, and finally turns into a whisper, which is lingering around the beams.

Youmeng withdrew her gaze and stared at Liyou, and her smile became stronger. After appreciating the lyrics and music of the two of them, she felt refreshed and happy. She clapped her hands and praised: "You each have their own strengths, and can match your talents together and complement each other. It is really natural and pleasing to the eye."

The ink has dried up, Liyou has moved away from the town and presented the lyrics as hands: "Liyou has no strengths, so I will pay my best wishes to the princess with this work "Jiu Zhang Ji".

Youmeng's eyes flowed on the paper, the fragrance of ink was faint and refreshing.

Lan Ying was admiring her and praised her: "This song "Jiu Zhang Ji" is elegant, with exquisite rhythm and affectionate feelings. It is really the best word."

Youmeng raised a pair of expected beautiful eyes: "Liyou, your talent is comparable to a priceless treasure, and it is a gift from heaven. One day you will be like the stars in the sky and shine."

Li You smiled and said nothing, his handsome face was radiant.

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At this time, Xingsu was standing in a tall building, and the music of silk and bamboo on Tsinghua Platform could be vaguely heard. She held the railing and overlooked the night view of the princess's mansion, and gradually fell into deep thought.

However, when she was caught off guard, a harsh noise cut through the night—

"There are assassins!" The west suddenly became loud and loud, alarming guards from all directions, "Come and catch the assassins!"

The target must have appeared! The nerves of the starry sky tensed for a moment, and their eyes were like torches and ordered the guards: "Follow me all!"
Chapter completed!