Chapter 73

"Let's wait and see if you really guessed it." Mr. Zhao's expression was a little excited. Mr. Zhao, who was born for art, had a fanatical attitude towards culture and art.

"Will this poem by Prince Wang be inferior to the one in Yihua Pavilion that day?" Brother Jie was also a little nervous and asked Li Qingzhao, who was almost full of energy, and his ears stood on top of his head like a rabbit.

"It's definitely not inferior, and it's even better. Otherwise, how could he dare to go to your Jubao Village like that and place a heavy bet like that?" Li Qingzhao said without looking back, her tone seemed very firm and affirmative.

"You're so confident in him?" Seeing Li Qingzhao's serious and silly look, Chen Jie couldn't help but chuckled.

"Well, it's enough to be able to choreograph the music like before. Prince Wang's level must be more than that." Li Qingzhao's watery phoenix eyes were extremely shining at this moment.

Next to them, the seven or eight literary youths who came to watch the marathon-level Bianhe event were all sitting in a dangerous position, with their expressions looking very focused and serious.

Because Li Qingzhao, the beautiful and cute goddess, actually had great confidence in the Master Wang from Yihong Building, and was very confident about the man inside and outside, which made the literary youth who were originally scammering Zhao Mingcheng, the unlucky ghost, bewildered by Chen Jie, suddenly became alert, and the enemy sighed.

Although these literary youths are rivals with each other, at least everyone thinks that their family backgrounds are similar and their literary level is similar, while those who are Wang Yang are different.

That guy was actually a brothel teacher. He relied on women to make a living, which made these self-proclaimed literary youth very despised. But the problem is that he did not rely on his face, but actually used his talents to attract the attention of the goddesses who were the ones who were others.

This is simply a naked rhythm of slapping the face. I and others are all the seeds of reading from the heirlooms of poetry and books. When I was waving my little slap, I started to follow the old men to shake my head and hum and study the Four Books and Five Classics. At least they are high-end talents with cultural heritage and ideological heritage.

But the teacher of Yihonglou had no idea what the ghost character came out of, and his tricks were vicious (some of them were beaten by Wang Yang's fists and feet to become the literary youths of the national treasure Panda and Marshal Tianpeng). He had an arrogant and domineering personality, arrogant and arrogant, and he would add harsh words to each other when he was disagreeing, or he would play with his legs. He was simply a standard template for a gangster on the streets and alleys.

Such a person actually attracted our goddess by relying on his talent. Is this the rhythm of making everyone cry? No, we must unite bravely and listen carefully to see if this literary hooligan named Wang is really talented.

"Yihonglou, hum, this time I finally know where this kid's territory is. You guys, after today, let's find an opportunity to go over and see how this person looks. Don't let the Li family's wife give this despicable and shameless person to be..." The prince, who had been so heartbroken by Mr. Wang and still remembered it freshly, whispered to his companions beside him.

"Don't worry, Brother Wang, we will definitely go over with Brother Wang to seek justice and see the true face of this person." The companions around us nodded in disagreement.

"How is it, Brother Zhao, would you like to go together?" Prince Wang glanced at him and saw that he was far away, his eyes were like a lone wolf staring at Li Qingzhao not far away. His face turned pale and his mouth was muttering quietly. He couldn't help but raise his voice and asked.

"This is naturally. At that time, Zhao must expose the true face of the rural wild man. Zhao really doesn't believe it anymore. What kind of real skills can a man who relies on a woman to make a living." Zhao Mingcheng turned his head, and after hearing the repeated words of Prince Wang, he nodded heavily, and his eyes fell on the stage, and gritted his teeth and said viciously.

"Okay, then we'll agree that our brothers will make an appointment to advance and retreat together." When Prince Wang saw Zhao Mingcheng's appearance, he couldn't help but smile with relief. It's great, the team to deal with that guy has grown stronger again.

The sound of the pipa is like a pearl falling into a jade plate, making a tinging sound. Every sound seems to fall into your ears clearly. The sound is heard again without stopping, and it can still make you hear clearly.

"Miss Yunyan's pipa is in Tokyo Bianliang. If it cannot be listed in the top three, then I would rather poke these ears deaf..." Xu Daguanren, the music fan of Miss Yunyan, looked intoxicated and looked excited, chattering and muttering quietly there.

"This pipa is really enjoyable... This girl is the girl Yunyan from Yihonglou, right?" Mr. Zhao looked at the stage with bright eyes, but his eyes were not the pretty face of Miss Yunyan, but her slender hands that were sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes soft, sometimes hard.

"That's right, Yihonglou has not had a good business situation over the years. If it weren't for this top-notch girl Yunyan, who had a super-class level in Pipa, she would probably not even be a third-rate." Mr. Gao nodded. At such a young and beautiful woman, Mr. Gao's eyes could only appreciate her at most. What he liked was the kind of woman who could bring him warmth.

For example, when the gentle and kind lady Liu thought of Mr. Liu, Mr. Gao took a deep breath and was not in a hurry. Anyway, when Mr. Zhao was really used to going to Yihong Building, he would naturally have more opportunities to get along with Mr. Liu.

After Miss Yunyan spoke, there was still some faint noise that gradually solidified and then passed with the wind. Only Miss Yunyan's clear voice, which was like a stream, flowed on the stage and flowed into the hearts of all the listeners.

"Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was stormy, and I couldn't sleep without the residual wine... But I thought the crabapple was still..."

The laziness and slightly sad voice, which was like the sound of the pipa, seemed so clear, with strong feelings, but desolate, reluctant to leave...

Wang Yang stared at the girl Yunyan on the stage in a daze. At this moment, his heart was also shocked. The girl Yunyan on the stage no longer looked like a singer, but more like a singer who was making his own inner monologue.

Her heart and her soul jump with the music and lyrics, either sad or sad... She has not only moved others by singing voice and music, but has led the audience into her world and experienced such emotions with her...

Li Qingzhao stared at Sister Yunyan, who was singing with a gentle and grieving voice on the stage. At some point, she was already in tears. In her eyes, the girl Yunyan who was completely immersed in the lyrics was the person who was most qualified to cry.
Chapter completed!