No words all night.

Early the next morning, Ye Ping naturally took Yingning to Jing'ansi.

"Brother Ye!"

"Brother Ye!"

As soon as Ye Ping's figure appeared in Jing'ansi, the people who saw him had a warm smile on their faces and clasped their fists and nodded at him, as if they had known each other for a long time.

That look was even more warmer than when Ye Ping killed Zhou Gan and came to Jing'an again.

"It seems that what happened last night has spread throughout Jing'ansi. Sure enough, things like heroes are still more interesting than those in Puliu Lane..."

Ye Ping looked at the warm smiles of these people, and he could not understand where he could understand. He was afraid that his feat of writing poetry in Puliu Lane last night had spread throughout Jing'ansi.

As for these night-time people, the reason why they are so enthusiastic about him is naturally simple.

As the night watcher, Ye Ping made the song "Listening to the piano" naturally to make them feel honored, and it also makes the world no longer dare to call the night watcher a mud leg. This kind of situation naturally makes the night watcher a little closer to him.

"not good!"

But the next moment, Ye Ping's eyes twitched suddenly.

The night attendants in Jing'an Division all knew about this. Doesn't that mean that Chen Yueling should have known about his feat last night now.

Chen Yueling learned that he went to Puliu Lane last night and wrote such a poem to a woman in the brothel. She was afraid that she would definitely taste it!

Unless, Chen Yueling can be as generous as Erxiong's wife.

However, Ye Ping didn't think that Chen Yueling would be such a person.

"Yingning, when you arrive at the library, I remember to say a few nice things for me, and then said that my elder brother didn't want to go to drink flower wine last night, but was forced to take it by your brother Tieshan and brother Erxiong, and I came back early last night."

Thinking of this, Ye Ping hurriedly said to Yingning in a deep voice.

"Okay. Yingning remember." Yingning nodded, then blinked her innocent big eyes and said curiously to Ye Ping: "But if that's the case, big brother, aren't you lying Sister Ling'er?"

"..." Ye Ping was silent.

However, he really couldn't say anything kind of deception or something.

"Forget it, I didn't say it."

After Ye Ping smiled bitterly, he made a decision in his heart to face Chen Yueling calmly. Nothing happened to him last night, and that trip made his curiosity about brothels almost completely dissipate.

Compared to the dry physical communication, what he prefers is the connection between the soul.

"Clean...climb..."

Immediately, I went to the Vermillion Bird Banner to tart the Maohou, Ye Ping took Yingning to the library. As soon as he reached the entrance of the library, he heard a stream of guqin sounds coming from the library. The sound of the piano was like flowing water, extremely clear, but inexplicably, it made people hear a resentful atmosphere from it.

"This is a demonstration, the visitors are not kind!"

Ye Ping rubbed Yingning's little head, smiled bitterly, coughed hard, and walked into the library with big steps.

However, unlike the past, he walked into the library and no one was welcomed.

When Madam Geng, who was moving various classics into the yard, was exposed to sunlight, saw him with a gloomy face and snorted coldly.

"Hmph, what's my ability? If you have the ability, go and hum your master, it seems that he didn't go..."

Mrs. Geng's attitude made Ye Ping more confident. Now that the matter is revealed, he is too lazy to argue with Mrs. Geng, and followed the sound of the piano and walked in.

After a while, he came to the depths of the library. Within his eyes, he saw Chen Yueling holding a guqin and gently stroking it. The sound of the zither flowed out from the strings like flowing water, which was refreshing.

However, Chen Yueling, as if he had never seen his arrival, just kept stroking his hands on the guqin.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

As the song fell, Ye Ping immediately stroked his palm and was amazed.

"How can a girl's clumsy piano skills be compared with the birds singing and flowers falling, and how can she be praised by the blood-handed poetry demon after the song..."

Chen Yueling raised her head and said dryly, not smiling seriously.

Blood Hand Poetry Demon...Is this me?!

When Ye Ping heard the sound, his expression was stunned and showed a strange look.

The poetic demon is the poetic demon, why do you add the word "bloody hand"?

However, thinking about how he dealt with Xiao Guoping and others last night, he really deserves the word "Blood Hand"!

"Although this song is very wonderful, it's a pity that there is a sour smell in your tune, which seems to be overturned by aged vinegar."

Ye Ping raised his eyebrows, smiled and joked.

"I have insulted the Blood Hand Poetry Demon's ears, I wonder what happened to the gentleman? Could it be to mock the little girl's piano skills? Or is there a poem to send to the little girl?"

But unfortunately, when Chen Yueling heard Ye Ping's joke, there was no smile on her face, and she still had a stern face.

"Yes, I do have a poem to give to Sister Ling'er."

When Ye Ping heard the second half of the sentence, his eyes turned, his mind was in his mind, and his smile was bright.

Chen Yueling didn't say a word, but just snorted in a muffled voice, but Ye Ping clearly saw that there was a look of hope in the depths of her eyes.

Obviously, Chen Yueling already knew that he had not done anything last night, but just gave Yuanchun a good poem with him.

"The silk tung has seven strings without any end, and one string and one pillar thinks about the years. Zhuang Sheng was confused about butterflies in the morning dream, and the emperor's spring heart was entrusted with cuckoos. The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in the blue field is warm and the jade produces smoke. Can this love be remembered? But it was already lost at that time."

Without thinking, Ye Ping lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and looked at Chen Yueling, with deep affection in his eyes, and said slowly word by word.

This love can be remembered? But it was already lost at that time!

Word by word, he put his hands on the piano. Chen Yueling, who had decided to ignore Ye Ping, was already a little confused for a moment.

Not only her, even Madam Geng, who came to the back hall with a broom and planned to sweep Ye Ping out, held the broom in her hand and stood there in a daze, feeling an inexplicable feeling that flowed in her body and mind for no reason, making her eyes a little wet. She couldn't help but remember the boy who had a sunny smile on his face and said that he wanted to take her to find a peaceful place to live, but became lonely by her cold words.

"Sister Ling'er, what happened last night was just the song I wrote after seeing that Jinwu Guard was too forced, so I knew that you would not forgive me, so let us remember it..."

Ye Ping sighed softly, clasped his fists at Chen Yueling, turned around and was about to leave.

"Who said, I will not forgive you..."

But before Ye Ping could turn around, he felt that the hem of his clothes had been pulled by someone. Then, Chen Yueling's low shy voice sounded behind him.

"Sister Ling'er, are you willing to forgive me?"

Ye Ping turned his head with joy when he heard the sound.

But in his heart, he was filled with endless emotion. It was indeed the first poem to hurt one's love throughout the ages. This move was really unfavorable!

"Hmph! If you really stayed in the railing last night, I would not forgive you. However, you didn't stay there, and you were always in a proper manner. You just listened to playing the piano and listened to two more songs. Add this poem, I can barely forgive you..."

Chen Yueling snorted softly, and said slowly with a little arrogance.

Very dangerous!

Ye Ping breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound. Fortunately, he didn't understand the rules of the brothel last night, which made Yuanchun feel wrong and played an extra song. Otherwise, if it was really wrong, then, if he didn't talk about giving poems today, even if he gave a copy of "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and another copy of "Three Hundred Song Poems", he would probably not be able to see Chen Yueling's face.

"I left last night, but when I left, Lord Shen had not left yet."

Ye Ping heard the sound and without thinking, he immediately shook the silence.

If you die, I will die. If you die, my father-in-law will die. Anyway, I have already revealed the truth, so why not be silent if I sell my silence!

"Father...shameless!"

When Chen Yueling heard the sound, she immediately showed shame and anger on her face. She immediately stood up and wanted to find the theory of silence. But as soon as she stood up, she sat down and sighed softly.

It has been almost twenty years since my mother passed away, and no one can make any mistakes if anyone can ask for a widower who has lived alone for twenty years.

"Is Lord Ye here?" And at this moment, along the library, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps. Then, a duck-like voice, obviously an eunuch, sounded: "The Empress Dowager urgently summoned Lord Ye to the palace, and something happened to the Cining Palace..."
Chapter completed!