If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

Li Zhiyun didn't know why Chu Yeshan respected Master Liu so much.

With the majesty of the Duke's Mansion, how could he be so cautious when treating a woman in the court of romance, even if the woman is an oiran?

Li Zhiyun was thinking this way in his heart, but he never continued to open his mouth to sweep Chu Yeshan's interest, but just nodded slightly.

Nan Xuehu at the side felt that the sound of the piano was really nice, and occasionally turned his head to look at the Guanyun Terrace opposite.

He suddenly remembered what Lu Jing had said to him before...

"This Lu Jing is now Mr. Shulou. If he sees me, he won't fight me, right?"

Nan Xuehu frowned and thought about it, then looked down at the Qiankun bag that he never left after being beaten by Lu Jing last time, remembering that there was still his own blood drinking knife and his own treasure armor in the Qiankun bag, Only then did I feel relieved.

"The last time was just an accident. You don't have to be afraid of him with your treasured sword and armor." Nan Xuehu's thoughts moved slightly: "Just now Chu Yeshan and Li Zhiyun said that Lu Jingyuan's spirit was greatly damaged... Is there such a thing?"

Just when most of Nan Xuehu's mind was on Lu Jing.

But he saw that Chu Yeshan suddenly stood up with great interest, and lifted the veil in front of the stage.

Nan Xuehu and Li Zhiyun looked at each other, not understanding what Chu Yeshan was going to do.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Chu Yeshan holding the railing, with a lot of anticipation on his rough face. He looked at the Guanyun Terrace opposite, and said loudly, "Chu Yeshan... please meet Mr. Lu Jing."

Li Zhiyun's expression changed, Chu Yeshan thought it out of his temper, and it really fit his status as a little prince.

However, Nan Xuehu subconsciously shrank back, and then reacted again, and couldn't help but gritted his teeth.

Lu Jing and Miss Jingshi on the Guanyun Terrace all heard this shout!

Miss Jingshi looked at Lu Jing with an inquiring look in her eyes.

"Chu Yeshan?" Lu Jing asked, "Since the surname is Chu, then he is the little Duke of Duke Chu's mansion?"

Miss Jingshi replied: "It is indeed Chu Xiaoguo. He often comes to Shihua Pavilion, drinks occasionally, and mostly listens to music. My lord, I don't know how to answer Xiaoguo?"

"Since he invites you loudly, why not meet him?"

"But... I heard that Chu Xiaoguo looks like a rough warrior, but he is actually a profound scholar and a lover of the piano. He also has a deep study of the piano scores in the Imperial College.

Every time he comes to Shihua Pavilion, he always invites someone to play, but today, I don't know if it is also because of this reason... Can Mr. Jing know how to play the piano? "

Lu Jing shook his head: "I've never played the piano before."

Miss Jingshi immediately became worried, and said with some hesitation: "If the young master sees him, if he wants to ask the young master to play a song, what should..."

She was worried, but she saw that Lu Jing had stood up, pulled away the veil, and said to the mirror: "Learning has its own strengths and weaknesses, and you need to specialize in it. If you don't know it, you don't know it. So why worry?"

Miss Jingshi was stunned, but Lu Jing had already pulled back the veil.

He also stood in front of the railing and looked towards the opposite side, his expression changed a little, and some intriguing smiles appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"Southern Snow Tiger..."

Lu Jing's eyes fell on Nan Xuehu, who was drinking tea quietly without looking at him.

"Mr. Lu Jing."

Chu Yeshan opened and closed his movements and saluted Lu Jing, with a beard on his face and a burly body, matching the movements of the above-mentioned scholar to salute, there was no discord in the slightest.

Many guests in the courtyard also looked up at the two suspended platforms.

One is a young prince, and the other is a young man from the library, both of whom are extraordinary characters.

"Master Chu." Lu Jing returned the salute.

However, Chu Yeshan said with anticipation in his tone, "Mr. Lu Jing was a young man, and his cursive script is already known as everyone's name. It is said that he can get a word 'odd' for painting, but I don't know Mr. Lu Jing's rhythm. Do you have research? Can you play the piano or strike the bell?"

Chu Yeshan didn't mean to embarrass Lu Jing.

Regardless of his standpoint, he admired such geniuses as Lu Jing very much.

Thinking that if Lu Jing is proficient in rhythm, it would be a good thing for someone like Chu Yeshan to listen to the music of this Mr. Shulou.

When the guests in the courtyard heard Chu Yeshan's words, they all looked up at the young man in front of them.

Looks of expectation, curiosity, doubt...all kinds of looks are there.

"Mr. Jing has his own brilliance in calligraphy and painting, and presumably he is also accomplished in music."

"Lu Jing is only seventeen or eighteen years old, how can he be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting at the same time?"

"He was originally a genius. Unlike you and me, he is really proficient, and it is not surprising."

...these guests were whispering in the courtyard.

Lu Jing on the impressive platform did not give them too much time to guess and talk.

He shook his head bluntly, and said: "Young Master Chu, Lu Jing...has never dabbled in rhythm, let alone delved into two characters. Even if he wants to play the piano and strike the bell, he doesn't have that talent."

The expectation on Chu Yeshan's face gradually disappeared.

The guests in the courtyard were stunned for a moment, and then they took it for granted that...it's normal for Mr. Lu Jing not to understand the rhythm, otherwise he would be too monstrous, and it would make them even more gloomy.

"Mr. Lu Jing no longer needs to be proficient in rhythm. He can be called a 'wizard' just because of his cursive script and his talent in practice."

A guest said loudly: "However, to cultivate one's temperament, if Mr. Lu Jing has spare time, he can also try one or two."

Lu Jing smiled and nodded towards the man.

Chu Yeshan waved his hand and said, "Since that's the case, I'm the one who disturbed you. Mr. Jing, I would like to play the piano as an apology."

Chu Yeshan's tone was heroic, his movements were rough, and when he looked into his hand, he found a black long piano in his hand.

I don't know what material this black long piano is made of. The forging pattern is as fine as a cow's hair. On the stage, the trumpet blares, and the chest swells and clouds rise."

The whole guqin is simple and elegant, spacious and heavy, it looks like it is of great value, and it is even very likely to be a treasure of the primordial spirit!

"Soldier general guqin." Li Zhiyun whispered to himself.

Hearing Chu Yeshan's words, Lu Jing just nodded with a smile, and sat back in front of the table, but did not pull up the veil, and turned his head to look at the docking platform.

Chu Yeshan sat down cross-legged, and the general held the guqin in front of him.

In an instant, Chu Yeshan's temperament suddenly became thicker and more majestic.

The ten fingers rest on the Guqin, the left hand presses the strings to get the tone, and the right hand plucks the strings.

It's like the soldiers are on the stage, the emperor sits high, and he goes out to fight.

Zheng!

The sound of the piano suddenly rises, high and straight like a towering mountain, like a galloping army of thousands of horses, and the sound of the piano is like the roar of a storm. Many rhythms actually compose an iron horse!

In the courtyard of Shihua Pavilion, the guests all forgot to breathe, only felt that on the vast battlefield, flesh and blood were flying everywhere, the sound of killing was moving, the soldiers were like a tide, high pitched and passionate, and their sharp blades were shining brightly.

Chu Yeshan sat and played the qin. Originally, it was enjoyable and harmonious, and the peaceful atmosphere of the Wenhui seemed to have turned into a battlefield for fighting.

There are soldiers rushing to kill, some generals are shouting, some are full of blood, and some are heroic!

Lu Jing, who was sitting in the viewing platform, also listened carefully to the meaning of killing on Chu Yeshan's guqin.

Even Lu Jing couldn't help but admire Duke Chu Xiaoguo a little!

For musicians, the origin of sound is that it is rooted in the human heart and felt in things.

Chu Yeshan's ability to play such music shows how extraordinary this person is.

A song fell.

Chu Yeshan touches the string, cuts the string, hooks, pulls the bell, and turns fingers continuously!

There was only a battlefield full of blood and blood, and then the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Until this moment, many guests with flushed faces finally began to gasp heavily.

Soldiers will play the Guqin, and the sound of the qin will make them feel as if they are still in a terrifying battlefield, making their minds tense.

After Chu Yeshan sang, he let out a long breath and looked at the high platform in the courtyard, as if he was talking to himself, and he seemed to be introducing it to others.

"The qin in my hand is called Bingjiang Guqin, and this song is also called... Bingjiang."

Naming this song after Aiqin shows Chu Yeshan's confidence in this song.

"Excellent." Lu Jing's eyes were clear, and he was the first to praise: "Every sound is born from the heart, but Mr. Chu has the intention to kill immediately."

Lu Jing's words awakened many people, and they finally got out of the artistic conception created by the sound of the piano, and praised Chu Yeshan one after another.

When Chu Yeshan played, his mood calmed down, and there was an undisguised complacency on his face.

Those who know his name in Taixuanjing also know that this little prince has a straightforward personality, and the complacency on his face is not disgusting.

"Mr. Lu Jing, how does my melody compare with your cursive script?"

Chu Yeshan laughed out loud.

How can temperament compare with cursive script?

At this time, Chu Yeshan said again: "The rhythm and cursive script are naturally incomparable, but I have heard many famous Confucian scholars comment on Mr. Lu Jing's cursive script a long time ago, saying that Mr. Lu Jing is enough to establish a school.

Sir, don't be angry, I don't have any other intentions, but I don't know...whether my musical attainments can also establish a school? "

Chu Yeshan was talking to Guanyuntai from a distance, but his eyes were frequently looking at the high platform in the courtyard. The reason why he said such words was probably to attract everyone from Liu to come and comment.

Lu Jing also noticed Chu Yeshan's eyes looking towards Gaotai, and was about to answer seriously...

Behind the stone screen with the top of the high platform, a person came out slowly.

"Everyone Liu..."

Everyone looked at the woman.

The woman was about thirty years old, wearing a green smoked sweater, a long skirt of water mist and green grass, and a thin green smoked veil.

If the shoulders are shaved into a waist, the waist will be plain, and if the muscles are fat, the air will be blue.

Fairy spirit is ethereal.

Everyone Liu didn't show up for an unknown amount of time, and everyone was surprised when they saw her.

She is like a fairy strolling along a wide road that everyone gave way to...

In the arms of everyone in Liu, there is still a guqin.

"Where are everyone going, Liu?"

"Holding the guqin in my hand, I went to the direction of the stairs again. Naturally, I went to the platform where the boat rests. The song by Xiao Guogong just now was really brilliant. I think everyone in Liu also wanted to teach the younger generation."

...

The guests speculated.

Li Zhiyun and Nan Xuehu had already stood up.

Seeing Chu Yeshan with many surprises on his face, Li Zhiyun smiled and said, "I didn't expect to meet the rumored Master Liu today, and Zhiyun would like to thank Xiao Guogong."

Nan Xuehu kept looking at Lu Jing, and it wasn't until Master Liu showed up that he lost his gaze.

He also looked at Master Liu from afar, not understanding how such a beautiful woman could stand out in Taixuanjing, yet no one thought of her.

Chu Yeshan also put the guqin on the table with his soldiers, stood up, and wanted to meet Master Liu who was holding the famous piano...

At this time, everyone in Liu had come to the fork in the middle of the road, and the next moment, Chu Yeshan's expression suddenly changed.

But everyone saw that Liu did not hesitate at all, turned left, stepped on the bluestone bricks, smelled many fragrances, and walked up to the second floor step by step... into the Yunyun Terrace of Lujing.

"Originally I wanted to invite you to take a stroll in my courtyard, but recently a visitor came to the courtyard, and there are some trivial matters on weekdays, so I only have time tonight."

Everyone Liu's voice was intermittent...

Many guests suddenly realized that Mr. Lu Jing was able to come today because of the invitation of Master Liu.

On the docking platform, Li Zhiyun and Nan Xuehu didn't say a word.

Even Chu Yeshan, who was rough and rough, felt a little ashamed when he thought that he was about to get up to greet him just now.

He sniffled and said to the two, "Isn't it a bit embarrassing?"

Li Zhiyun looked at Lu Jing, and really didn't understand why this Lu Jing... was so favored by so many people.

Master Liu, who lives in seclusion and never invites other people, even made a special trip to invite him here.

I thought I could write this series of plots in a cool way... I didn't expect it to be so difficult, I can only write another day tomorrow, I can only say that the author has tried his best, no matter whether the writing is good or bad, at least he will do what he says.