The young man's voice was not loud, but it stunned all the talents who were rushing to the forefront.

"quality?!"

All the talented men felt like they choked on the chili water, and their throats and hearts were burning hot because they were criticized and educated by someone who was recognized as the most incompetent person on the field.

and……

The most important thing is, what does that "egg... egg!" mean?

Can you quote the scriptures? Or do you stop everyone with absolute strength as a geese? As a scholar, you can actually say such vulgar words, and in front of the beautiful woman in the country, it is simply a disgrace to be gentle.

I am ashamed to be with this person!

The talented men rushed to their hearts with resentment, but today is the Hundred Flowers Literature Association, and they speak literature regardless of martial arts. What's more, if they really start to fight, it would be the words of the young man.

"snort!"

Several talented men who had already walked down the platform inserted the flowers in their hands into the basket and quickly sat back on their original positions. However, when they walked past the young man, they couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"Thank you for your love, Yun Qingwu will present a song "Jiang Jia" to the young masters today." Yun Qingwu once again blessed the talents, but there was still not much change in his expression.

Hearing Yun Qingwu's words, the talents immediately calmed down.

The young man narrowed his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again. Looking at Yun Qingwu's calm eyes as if he was thinking.

Yan Xiu's face was still frosty, but the golden bone, silver silk paper fan on his hand was a little anxious.

A guqin was lifted out by two girls in golden long skirts behind Yun Qingwu and sat upright behind the platform, while Yun Qingwu slowly sat behind the guqin.

The slender and white fingers gently pulled out the guqin.

The pleasant sound like flowing water sounded, and the entire Baihua Wenhui finally calmed down. Everyone stared at Yun Qingwu's movements attentively.

"The reeds are green and the white dew turns into frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water."

"After walking, the road is long and hindered. When you follow it, it seems to be in the middle of the water..."

“…”

The sound of the piano is like water, music and music, and cloud light dance can be called a strange woman in this era. In addition to having an extremely friendly temperament, it is also very versatile.

Every word is extremely crisp, and every ups and downs are melodious and pleasant.

As the sound of the clouds danced, the girls in the green skirts who were originally following behind also began to dance, sometimes they gathered together to form a blooming flower, and sometimes they were arranged neatly into a lake of rippling water flow...

All the talents were attracted by the scene in front of them, and were completely immersed in this extremely beautiful music, singing and dancing. Each of them showed intoxication and enjoying the most beautiful sounds in the world.

The young man also quieted down at this moment, listening carefully to Yun Qingwu's voice, without making any sound.

Yan Xiu was still sitting upright on the chair, his eyes were calm, and he slapped the fan gently, feeling that he was listening, but he didn't seem to be listening.

The song ends, the piano stops.

The lingering sound still echoed in the air.

I don’t know how long it took, but the talented men finally came to their senses.

"What a song!"

"Good songs, better people!"

"I am willing to listen to a song of Yun Qingwu, and I am willing to live ten years less..."

The talented men began to express their excitement at this moment with the most beautiful praise they could think of, and some people were even ready to present the poems they had written long ago to make the beauty smile.

"Huian Meng Mansion, Meng Yushu has listened to the immortal sound today. I am very grateful. I want to take this opportunity to play a song with the Qingwu girl. I don't know what?"

At this moment, Meng Yushu, wearing a yellow brocade suit, finally walked out of the crowd and came to the high platform accompanied by several guards.

When the talented men heard Meng Yushu's words, they immediately started to curse secretly.

Meng Yushu did not offer beads, jade, or poetry, but she directly wanted to dance and play the piano with Yun Qing, which was obviously trying to meet his preferences, and her methods were really clever.

But his behavior is a bit despicable.

With Yun Qingwu's demeanor, it is naturally difficult to refuse in front of everyone.

This will also give him a huge advantage and be able to play a song with Yun Qingwu. This honor will probably allow him to give him more topics of conversation outside in the future?

When the talents thought this way, Yun Qingwu slowly stood up, her expression as calm as water.

"Since Mr. Meng has such a good mood, Yun Qingwu should be inconvenient to refuse. However, the song "Jian Jia" just now has been played. If you play the same type of song again, it will probably make the young masters lose interest. I have an ancient song "Ten Faces Ambush" here. If the young master can play it with the two maids around me, Qingwu will be happy with the young master."

Yun Qingwu's voice was crisp and pleasant, neither pitiful nor humble, nor advance nor retreat, but as soon as she finished speaking, Meng Yushu's face changed suddenly.

He just wanted to use today's momentum to make Yun Qingwu unable to refuse. If he really wanted to play the song on stage, he would just play it for a few times. It would be better to say that he would not be able to do it at all, but if he had to talk about ancient songs...

It's definitely ugly.

Meng Yushu suddenly felt the urge to jump into the Xin River.

You can't go up, and you can't go down.

promise?

The other party just asked two maids to accompany him to play first. If he could play it, Yun Qingwu would play with him, but if he couldn't play it?

That is, I really made a laugh at this Hundred Flowers Cultural Conference.

Meng Yushu didn't say anything, but the talented men who cursed in their hearts just saw the clues and laughed secretly in their hearts.

"Young Master Meng, let's have a song!"

"Yes, Mr. Meng!"

"Let me wait to see Mr. Meng's piano skills!"

When in front of the beautiful woman in the country, there is always a force that makes some talented men who dare not speak out, just to make the beauty pay attention to it, or even just a glance.

Meng Yushu's face turned red and white, and his feet moved. He wanted to move forward several times, but he finally endured it. Finally, he gritted his teeth and bowed to Yun Qingwu.

"Since she is the maid of Miss Qingwu, she must be the one who is lucky enough to detach the fairy voice of Miss Qingwu. If Meng Yushu is lucky enough to suppress her head today, it is probably inappropriate! Why not give up!" Meng Yushu said without waiting for Yun Qingwu to speak again, and turned around and returned to his seat as if he ran away.

Like a gust of wind.

"Thank you, Mr. Meng, for your humility! Yun Qingwu thanked you on behalf of the two maids!" Yun Qingwu seemed not surprised at all, but instead pulled the two maids beside her and gave a blessed blessing to Meng Yushu.

When the talents saw this scene, they secretly scolded Meng Yushu for escaping quickly enough and immediately ran away when they saw that the situation was not good. But they even said it was so high-sounding that they were simply rats!

However, after Meng Yushu's first battle, the talents who were ready to win the hearts of a beautiful woman and took off Yun Qingwu's veil began to worry again.

Even Meng Yushu was defeated. Who else present could take off Yun Qingwu's veil?

Everyone was a little hesitant, you looked at me, I looked at you.

And at this moment, a somewhat lazy voice suddenly rang.

"The courtesan Yun Qingwu?"

When the talents were shocked and thought to themselves that someone had run up to take their own humiliation, they found that the direction of the sound was the young man sitting with Yan Xiu.

"Rural locals!"

"Does he really want to expose Yun Qingwu's veil?"

"Just him?"

The talents were disdainful at all. Yun Qingwu walked all over the Daxia Dynasty, and I don’t know how many storms I experienced. Beimo, Nanbang, Xiliang, and Dongdu, but no talented man touched his heart.

What methods does a rural local beggar have?

Yan Xiu also looked at the young man beside him at this moment. There was a slight change in his eyes for the first time, but that was just a change. Soon, he disappeared again and returned to normal.

But the young man stood up from his seat as if he hadn't heard the surroundings at all, and walked slowly towards the platform.

A blue coarse cloth gown fluttered gently with the breeze.

"It turns out to be the young master. Yun Qingwu has seen the young master again!" Yun Qingwu looked at the young man who was slowly walking towards her. There was not much panic in his expression. He lowered his head slightly and gave a light blessing.

"Today I have a bet with the one named Meng Yushu who was just now!" The young man walked to Yun Qingwu, and his black eyes quietly looked at the beauty near him.

"Is this bet of young master related to Yun Qingwu?" Yun Qingwu seemed to be not surprised at all when she heard it.

"That's right!" the young man nodded.

"Yun Qingwu boldly speculates that the young master and Mr. Meng are betting that who can take off the veil on Yun Qingwu's face, right?" Yun Qingwu's expression was as calm as water.

"Smart!" the young man nodded again.

"Since that's the case, the young master must have something extraordinary. Yun Qingwu believes that he is not talented, but I still want to ask the young master to give me advice!" Yun Qingwu gave me another blessing.

"Okay!" The young man felt the faint fragrance emitted from Yun Qingwu's body in front of him, and also bowed to Yun Qingwu.

Then……

With his hand stretched out, a black gauze scarf came into his right hand.

"Actually, I prefer to be simpler, just a little straightforward!" The young man looked at the scarf that was still warm in his hand, raised his lips slightly, and showed an evil smile at Yun Qingwu, who was dull in front of him.

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