Chapter 15

The sound of the pipa is like pearls falling on a jade plate, and the sound of the piano is slowly slacking off. At this moment, in the room of the girl Yunyan, two distinguished guests who were dressed in luxurious clothes and talkatively, were speechless for a long time.

What they didn't know was that Wang Po, who was standing next door and eavesdropping, was still full of tears at this moment. This poem didn't feel like this at first, but after singing it through the mouth of clouds and smoke, Wang Po thought of how helpless and sad and helpless she was. How many people in the world are willing to fall into the dust?

Seeing his mother's appearance, Liu Yiyi couldn't help but turn red, comforting her mother softly, and asked in a low voice. "Mom, are these sixty silos worth it?"

"It's worth it, it's too worth it. My good daughter has a good eye. Otherwise, she would really miss the work of a person... I believe that this poem will definitely make our Bian River sing and last for a long time." Wang Po nodded deeply and replied.

At this moment, Miss Yunyan was already crying and her heart was filled with sorrow. Everyone in the room looked dull and silent.

After a long time, the sad girl Yunyan put away her sadness and noticed that the two distinguished guests closed their eyes and lowered their eyebrows and kept silent.

This made the confident girl Yunyan feel a little nervous at the beginning. She gently put the pipa in her hand, but her eyes never left the expressions of the two distinguished guests.

"If you have the mountain flowers all over your head, don't ask where the slave will return..." The older brother Xu's eyes gradually turned red, and he repeatedly chewed the following sentence.

"Brother Xu, Brother Xu?" The younger middle-aged man next to him saw this scene and couldn't help but sigh slowly, raised his hand and gently pushed Brother Xu.

"Oh... Brother Wu, I'm really embarrassed, Brother Yu has lost his composure." Brother Xu, who had returned to his senses, vomited a long breath in his chest and smiled.

"It's okay, I dare to ask Miss Yunyan, I don't know which master's song "Bu Suanzi" is from? Wu has never heard of it. It can be said that he has written all the misery and misery, and he can't describe it all..." Wu nodded, then turned his head and asked softly at Miss Yunyan.

"I really don't know about this, but the signature is written by Wushan lay Buddhist..." Miss Yunyan quickly handed over the rice paper.

After taking it, Mr. Wu couldn't help but feel confused. "Wushan lay Buddhist, I don't know which talented man is named after. Do you know about Brother Xu?"

Brother Xu stood up and took the rice paper to the candlelight to carefully examine it. "Hey... What a novel way of writing, the handwriting is thin and strong, and it is thin but not loses its flesh. Because the strokes are relatively thin and hard, the brushwork is exposed and the sharpness is revealed..."

Mr. Wu couldn't help but come over and look carefully for a while before saying in a shocked look: "Which one of the masters is this? Although his writing is a little awkward, it is very different from the books of the Han and Tang Dynasties, and he has the spirit of starting a sect and establishing a sect..."

Seeing that Mr. Wu was about to reach out, Brother Xu gave in without a trace, holding the rice paper tightly, as if he was afraid of being stolen. "What my brother said is not bad, if Brother Yu is not bad, it must be a new writing method that everyone created. Such authentic works, coupled with such good words, are really promising..."

"Brother, don't move away. I haven't finished my eyes yet." Mr. Wu looked at Brother Xu with a resentful look and said quietly.

Seeing the two distinguished guests holding the rice paper, their eyes were like the blood-sucking mosquito, which made Miss Yunyan feel angry and funny. These two people were obviously for their singing voices, but they were dissatisfied with the quality of the lyrics several times before, but they finally got a new lyric that was touching and tearful.

As a result, these two people were first touched by the artistic conception of the poem and were very sad, but now they were staring at the rice paper with red eyes and green eyes. This contrast is really dazzling.

"Well, how dare you ask Miss Yunyan, is this handwriting of Wushan lay Buddhist, willing to transfer me to Mr. Yu?" Brother Xu and Wu muttered for a long time. It seemed that after the two of them had made some kind of agreement, Brother Xu turned around and said to Miss Yunyan with a smile.

Miss Yunyan couldn't help but feel a little confused. What the hell is this? Are you here to listen to music or buy calligraphy and paintings?

Fortunately, the door was gently knocked at this time, but when Liu Yiyi saw her smile enter the room with a smile on her face, she was deeply blessed to the two noble officials. "I have met Mr. Xu and Mr. Wu..."

"It turns out it's Miss Yiyi, haha, no gifts..." Xu Daren smiled and raised his hand to help him, but his other hand was still holding the piece of rice paper.

"Two officials, I haven't disturbed the two officials' good intentions when listening to music?" Liu Yiyi turned her head and nodded slightly to the girl Yunyan, then said slowly to the two. "The two officials can come to my Yihong Building, which has naturally made my Yihong Building shining..."

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After a cup of tea, Liu Yiyi slowly exited the room with a gentle and quiet smile on her face. However, although the two officials Wu had some regrets on their faces, they were not angry.

Following the crack of the closed door, Wang Po also breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but squeeze Liu Yiyi's pretty face as smooth as mutton fat: "Damn girl, I don't know if she's going to hear her mother, she just ran into her rashly. If she annoyed the guest, what should I do?"

"Mom, can you trust your daughter?" Liu Yiyi's sexy lips raised slightly proudly, and then carefully shook her handwriting at her mother. "Mom, you haven't heard the answers from the two distinguished guests just now. Compared to the money for a meal, this handwriting of Wushan lay Buddhist is probably even more worthwhile..."

"It's a pity that even these two distinguished guests didn't know who the Wushan lay Buddhist was. Otherwise, the value of this handwriting..."

Wang Po's eyes rolled and she smiled gloomy. "What's the difficulty? Just ask Manager Niu that old guy?"

Liu Yiyi couldn't help but change her expression and quickly persuaded in a low voice. "Mom, no, since the other party is unwilling to show up, we must not be alerted. Finally, there was a noble poet like this who was willing to write lyrics for our Yihonglou. If it disturbed the other party..."

Wang Po then woke up and slapped her on the leg. "My daughter reminded me that my old body almost forgot this..."

"No matter what, with this Wushan lay Buddhist is willing to provide new words to our Yihonglou. We are not worried that we will not attract those precious poets and poets..." Liu Yiyi smiled sweetly, her eyebrows were relaxed, her eyes were bent, and she was indescribable, and she was so charming that she was outrageous.

I saw several passing servants swallowing hard, but I didn't dare to have any blasphemy. After all, the Yihonglou is well-known to this big girl Liu's methods.
Chapter completed!