Chapter 148 System, you guy finally came to a positive effect

After a moment.

Hongshu School came to the private room with a copybook.

She placed the copybook on the table and slowly opened it.

I saw the word "farewell" written on it.

After watching the Taiyi Sword Sect, everyone looked at Qin Hao.

For nothing else, they just wanted to see Senior Brother Qin take action.

Hongshu School said slowly: "Dear guests, Miss Shiyin said that it will be the full moon night after a few days, and there will be gatherings and separations, so please ask the guests to write an article on the topic of parting."

"That's it?"

Qin Hao said indifferently: "Come with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"yes."

After answering, Hongshu School responded, he quickly winked at a quiet courtier beside him.

Soon, pen, ink, paper and inkstone were arranged on the table, and there was also a pretty female cultivator who grinds Qin Hao.

Qin Hao dipped his brush a little ink, then picked up the pen and started writing on the paper.

The innocent man who was grinding the ink for him could not help but applaud when he looked at the outstanding handwriting on the paper.

Then he slowly recited the words on the paper.

"The cicadas are sad and sad. When they face the long pavilion, the sudden rain has just stopped.

...

Since ancient times, I am so passionate that I am sad about parting, but I am even more ungrateful. I am neglected on the Qing Autumn Festival!

...

Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you?”

The moment I finished writing, a burst of exclamation sounded in the private room where only the Qing Gongren was left to recite the poem quietly:

"Good word!"

"Senior Brother is amazing!"

"There is actually a literary meaning in this word."

Qin Hao didn't care about everyone's flattery, and the reason why he used Liu Jia's words.

In order to resonate with everyone, Liu, who was in his previous life, wrote countless works of the ceremonies who have been lingering in fireworks all year round.

He didn't believe that Liu's words would not work in this world.

"Sister Hong, take the words up."

"well."

Sister Hong has been in this Hongxiu Pavilion for more than twenty years and has never seen such a poem before. She has a little more respect and love when she looks at Qin Hao.

I believe that Miss Shiyin will definitely like this poem very much.

When Liu Xiaopang saw the Red Book School leave, he smiled and said, "Let's continue, we won't go back tonight without getting drunk."

After one stick of incense.

After entering the private room with a spring breeze, Hongshu School said with a smile: "This distinguished guest, Miss Shiyin invites you to Tingyin Pavilion for a lecture."

Qin Hao stood up and said to everyone.

"You guys have fun, I'll go and talk to Miss Shiyin first."

Liu Xiaopang and others kept nodding, and even showed a look that men knew about Qin Hao.

Qin Hao followed Hongshu School through the corridor, climbed hundreds of stairs, and then moved to the fifth floor of Hongxiu Pavilion.

Hongshuzao stood at the door with a respectful look on his face and whispered: "Miss Shiyin, that young master is here."

That expression and tone were not like a madam who was facing a priest, but like a subordinate who was facing a boss.

"Please come in."

A sound of an empty valley came from the house.

This sound alone makes people have a thoughtful thought.

"Please, please."

Hongshu School slowly opened the door.

brush!

Qin Hao took out his folding fan from the storage ring, and walked in like a handsome young man.

What caught my eye was a unique and elegant room, and a screen separated the entire room.

The night pearls in the house are very bright, illuminating the whole room like daytime.

There was a faint smell of sandalwood in the air, which made people feel like they couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Various poems, calligraphy and paintings are hung on the walls, and various antique objects are placed on the table.

Without exception, these objects exuded a faint sense of literary spirit.

Dong, Dong, Dong...

A pleasant sound came from behind the screen, and Qin Hao looked at the back of the screen.

I saw a beautiful figure plucking the strings.

Qin Hao did not deliberately use his divine thoughts to pass through the screen. One is that he is impolite, and the other is that he has no interest.

As the sound of the piano sounded, the light in the house gradually became dim.

The beautiful sound of the piano, the charming fragrance, the ambiguous light, and the mysterious figure.

Even though Qin Hao had seen countless storms in the sea, he had no idea about the woman behind the screen.

What kind of woman is Miss Shiyin?

He slowly walked to the wooden table in front of the screen and sat down.

Didn't speak rashly.

Not talking too much either.

Just closed his eyes slightly, looking like he was immersed in the sound of the piano.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of the piano stopped.

Qin Hao slowly opened his eyes and clapped his hands and praised: "Miss Shiyin's piano sound is indeed extraordinary, and the lingering sound is lingering for three days, making people linger!"

The voice just now came from behind the screen: "Young Master said it well, and I admire the poem."

"I don't know what the young master calls me?"

brush!

Qin Hao opened the folding fan in his hand and said, "This young master's surname is Qin, and his single name is Hao."

"It turned out to be Mr. Qin. The poem "Yu Linling" just now is the most sad and beautiful poem I have seen in my life. Please wait for a moment, and the poem adds a pot of tea to the master."

As soon as he finished speaking, the beautiful figure behind the screen began to get busy.

After a while.

I saw a woman wearing a double-breasted feather gauze dress walking out from behind the screen.

Her skin is better than snow, her appearance is elegant and refined, and a little cinnabar between her eyebrows adds a bit of charm to her.

Every frown and smile exudes a fragrance of books.

Even in this place of fireworks, it gives people a feeling of being untainted by the mud.

Shiyin's action of making tea is very elegant, as if she is not making tea, but art.

"Please use tea for Mr. Qin."

"Thank you, Miss Shiyin."

The moment Qin Hao took the tea, his fingers inadvertently touched Shi Yin's slender jade fingers.

Very tender and smooth.

Shi Yin quickly withdrew her hand back like a frightened deer.

Fortunately, Qin Hao was quick-witted and his hands were quick, so he did not let the tea pour on him, which destroyed the scenery in front of him.

However, the moment he touched Dao Shiyin's finger, he felt a hint of shady feeling.

Although it is very weak, it still cannot escape his senses.

He sipped the tea and felt the fragrance all over his mouth.
To be continued...