A clear sound of flute pierced the blue sky and slowly spread over a lotus flower in Xingwen Lake.

Xiaoxiao stopped peeling the lotus pod, stood up and looked in the sound, but he was surrounded by lotus leaves and lotus flowers that were taller than human heads. Even if he tiptoed, there were leaves in front of him.

"The sound of this flute is wonderful." Xizi peeled the water red color and stretched the corner of her smiley skirt to let her sit down, "Be careful to fall into the lake!"

The two of them were riding a lotus picking boat in a farmhouse. In addition to picking lotus flowers, the lotus picking girls also did some business to attract customers to visit the lake.

Xizi put the peeled white and tender water chestnuts into a porcelain bowl and wiped his hands with a handkerchief: "As soon as I entered this lotus pond, my eyes were filled with dense flowers and leaves. Even my fourth brother and others disappeared. How could I see the person playing the flute in the distance!"

Xiaoxiao was helped by Cailian girl and sat down: "I know this flute blower."

Xizi joked: "It's not Gong Basheng, right?"

Xiaoxiao said to himself: I know Gong Basheng too~

"No, it's a young man with a more surnamed Shangguan." Although Xiaoxiao doesn't understand music much, the sound of the young man Shangguan's flute is unforgettable. "I was fortunate to see him playing the flute in the Wei family's cozy garden. The sound of the flute can make the crane dance gracefully."

Xiaoxiao even felt that this person's flute sound was comparable to Gong Ba's voice.

Thinking of the night of the rose feast, I left the Basheng Pavilion after the rain stopped. The sound of flute slowly sounded in the pavilion. The sound of flute did not break through the rainy night, but harmoniously blended into one with the sound of rain.

The sounds of the flutes of these two people are excellent. If you have to compare and distinguish them, Xiaoxiao believes that Mr. Shangguan’s flute is for others to listen to, and Gong Ba’s flute is for him to listen to.

Xizi still had some impression of this person: "Strangely, I think the sound of the flute is a bit familiar. But I saw him traveling to the lake that night? He rode a green pleasure boat, and the boat was covered with white-school curtains, looking like he was sensational."

That day, Xizi also said that this person was sensational, and soon compared it with two painters riding a boat, believing that the latter was simple and natural, and free and easy.

Thinking of these painters, Xiaoxiao couldn't help but ask: "?Brother also admires Mr. Shi's paintings?"

When talking about painting, Xizi said more: "? Brother said that Mr. Zui Mo's paintings have a good idea, but if we talk about the concise brushwork, it must be Mr. Qin Gong. But Brother also said that Mr. Zui Mo's figure paintings are unmatched in the painting club."

Xiaoxiao looked at Xizi's eyes: "I always feel that Xizi is a little different from Mr. Zuimo."

Xizi's face suddenly turned red: "Every painter is different. I just... admire Mr. Zui Mo's paintings very much."

"Oh." Xiaoxiao became more and more convinced of his previous guesses, but in ancient times, women were thin-skinned and he couldn't say anything directly. If he used this to make a joke, it might become true while driving. If he directly reminded the difference in identity between the two, he might not be able to listen to it at this moment.

"I'm tired from my hands, so I won't peel it." Xiaoxiao put the last lotus seed in the lotus pod into a small porcelain bowl, and watched the lotus picking girl fold the big lotus leaves neatly on the bow of the boat, and even the whole boat was filled with beautiful lotus green.

Xizi didn't know what he was thinking, holding the red water chestnut in his hand, looking at the dense forest of lotus stems around him, and his light red lips pursed, as if he was smiling.

Xiaoxiao thought of Shi Zuimo's unrestrained appearance, which was a different style compared to Dong Qingong. It was the same unrestrained. The former was like the scorching sun, while the latter was like the night sea. This kind of artist's temperament is probably a fatal temptation for girls.

No matter how I think about it, I think Shi Zuimo is not worthy of Xizi! Xiaoxiao thought slightly biasedly that his best friend is the best girl in the world, and even the emperor is not worthy of him! Xiaoxiao opened up the mentality of protecting his best friend.

Besides, Shi Zuimo is so old, at least twenty-five years old! Xizi is young and he is not young anymore. He should know that it is impossible to achieve success as two people. The Wen family has only this daughter, Xizi is beautiful, especially after this rose feast, Xizi became a dazzling pearl of Kyoto.

In any case, it is impossible for the Wen family to marry their daughter to a painter.

In ancient times, if a painter wanted to become a famous master of calligraphy, he would definitely not be able to be good at painting or writing. If this is true, then Wang Xizhi would not be called "Wang Youjun" by people, and Wang Wei would not be called "Wang Youcheng" by people. Calligraphy and painting played a role in ancient times only as icing on the cake. These things need to be attached to one identity to be carried forward.

Just like Tang Bohu, he passed the first place in the exam at the age of 16, and then passed the first place in the public exam at the age of 29. He went to Beijing for the exam at the age of 30, but was implicated in the fraud case in the exam and was deposed as an official. After that, he was unwilling to make a living by selling paintings. In the second half of his life, the couple turned against each other and eventually died in poverty, at the age of fifty-four.

This is Tang Bohu! The talented peerless genius Tang Bohu! But what can he do after leaving a certain identity? His wife would rather be a clerk!

For a secular woman, the identity of a minor official is more valuable than the elegant and elegant Taohua Temple master. At least the former can make her have enough food.

So what about Shi Zuimo? How could he compete with Tang Bohu? If he really had a "Xie Yuan" with him, the Wen family might have accepted it.

According to Xiaoxiao, among the painters at Sicun Painting Club, only Dong Qingong was a manual poem, while the rest were just talented in painting, and at most he was a scholar in his studies.

"Yingyuan, what are you thinking?" Xizi brought Xiaoxiao back to reality.

"I just remembered a poem that describes peach blossoms."

Xizi looked up at the lotus flowers around him, and felt that these guys were blooming in a silly manner, but the beauties in the boat were chanting peach blossoms.

Xiaoxiao didn't think so much, and she was still infected by the angry talented man that she had just thought of: "Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and Peach Blossom Fairy under Taohua Temple. Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms for wine money..."

I don’t know if the lotus felt wronged or what, but a gust of wind blew the lotus leaves dancing. The lotus picking girl on the boat in the distance sang the melodious song of "Collection of Lotus".

The voice of Xiaoxiao was drowned in the Lotus Picking Song: "... Others laughed at me for being too windy, but I laughed at me for being unable to see through. I could not see the tombs of heroes from Wuling, and I could not make a field without flowers or wine."

Xizi listened for a while and didn't know which one to listen to. Later, when she saw Xiaoxiao seemed to be listening to the lotus-picking song in a daze, she said, "The boat song is still fresh and nice. They either sing 'The lotus-picking lotus leaves and fields', or sing 'The lotus-picking autumn in the south of the Yangtze River, lotus flowers are more than human heads', and have been singing for hundreds of years and are still tireless. In my opinion, the 'green like a hat, green straw raincoat' is good, and the 'reed autumn in the night of Xiaoxiang' is also good."

Xiaoxiao took a sip of the Liqiu drink "Xiangzi Drink" and was stunned. Chuan Ge? In my own perception, shouldn't Chuan Ge be like this.

Sister, you take the bow of the boat, yell, brother walks on the shore! Yes~Love~The rope is swinging!!!

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard the sound of Mr. Shangguan's Xiao sound again, but this time it was played with the singing of the Lotus Picking Girl. After a period of flute sound, another flute sound played, which was also the singing of the Lotus Picking Girl, but the sound of the latter's flute sound was even more melodious.

"This section is much more ordinary." Xizi commented.

Indeed, although the sound of the flute behind is also beautiful, it is obviously not as exciting as that of the flute of Shangguan Young Master.

Soon, the sound of Mr. Shangguan's flute started again.

"These two are playing the flute!" An eleven or 2-year-old lotus-picking girl who was folding lotus leaves said with a smile.

No, to Xiaoxiao, these two people are more like asking questions and answering each other. Listening carefully, the two flute sounds that are lingering.

The singing of the lotus-picking girls hidden among the lotus leaves also sang: "Put it in the sleeves of the lotus, the lotus heart is completely red. I remember that the man is not here, and I look up at the flying geese."

Xizi heard it for a while and smiled and blinked in a slight way: "It seems that Mr. Shangguan has found the person he likes. These two people seem to be testing each other."

No, it sounds like the test period has passed and it has reached a state of deep flirting with each other.

"The sea water dreams are endless, and you are sad, and I am sad. The south wind knows my intentions, and I dream of Xizhou..."

Wei Ziyuan's face turned completely green.

Even the youngest son, Brother Feng, could hear it: "The two people playing the flute on the boat are singing together!"

Ruicai also pursed her lips and smiled: "Young Master Shangguan has found a soulmate this time! Looking at the beautiful pleasure boat not far away, there must be a wonderful person playing the flute to respond."

Mrs. Wei handed the cut honeydew melon to Wei Ziyuan: "Since Mr. Shangguan has a lot of calculating, we should deal with him less in the future. You invited him to our house a few days ago, and the young man begged me to match him! He also said that no matter how family background and financial resources are, as long as he is a good daughter with a innocent life, it is okay to be poor at home." As he said that, he secretly glanced at Ruicai and said softly in his husband's ear: "I also said to pay attention to our Sister Rui."

Wei Ziyuan was almost furious: "No! That person like a snake, scorpion, tiger and wolf wants to plot all my people!"

Mrs. Wei was stunned on the spot: "Who did he plan to go?"

Wei Ziyuan was almost crazy, wanting to throw things and curse people, and wanting to vent his heart, but he still couldn't say anything in front of his wife and children. At this moment, he wanted to use his head to hit the pillar of the boat.

Fortunately, Changsui beside him was a clever person, so he hurriedly replied to his wife: "The master is talking about a silkworm raising master in the village."

"Which master?" It's not normal for Mrs. Wei to show concern at this moment. "I know most of the masters of our silkworm farm. Who did Shangguan Yu want to plot against?"

Wei Ziyuan looked fiercely at the "Hua Chenyuexi" in the distance that slowly approached Shangguan Yu's painting boat. It was a pleasure boat he rented specifically for Huanniang!

Wei Ziyuan opened his mouth wide and kept inhaling, as if a fish jumped on the shore, wishing he could even get up and breathe desperately. He was so angry that he was so angry that he was almost angry.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Wei hurriedly helped her husband caress her chest and calmly, "I was so good just now. This killing Shangguan Yu is really. We regard him as a business partner, but he repays his kindness to pry up the master of our Zhuangzi!"

"Good will be revenge! God will kill you!" Wei Ziyuan quickly cursed and vented his anger in his wife's tone.

I hate the adulterer Shangguan Yu in my heart, and the □□Huanniang, and even more hated that I led the wolf into the house!

Thinking about the housewarming banquet at the Jiyuan Garden, it aroused strong dissatisfaction from Huanniang, and she also wanted to hold a banquet in her Fengheyuan.

I couldn't resist the beautiful concubine, so I called two or three close friends. I remembered that the cotton yarn and tea business that Shangguan Yu did were related to me, and he was good at playing the flute. He could play a song for everyone at the banquet to help her be happy, and maybe he could win the happiness of Huanniang, so he also posted a post to Shangguan Yu.

Who knows...even the heart of spring was attracted.

Thinking of this, Wei Ziyuan's back groove creaked.

I recalled earlier that night, I was sitting on the "Flower Morning Moon" and traveling to Yehu Lake. Shangguan Yu, who had ulterior motives, wrote many charming curtains on the boat. After the wind blew, they all blew on his own pleasure boat. Huanniang liked it tightly at that time, both praising words, praising poems and praising flutes. At that time, he said stupidly that he recognized this person. Wei Ziyuan secretly beat his heart and wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

At the banquet in Fengheyuan, everyone was drunk. Huanniang asked Shangguan Yu for advice on the flute playing technique. According to the slave, the two had been chatting for more than an hour, and their bodies were getting closer and closer...

Wei Ziyuan was only at that time and knew best how she looked like a fox under the surface of Huanniang's knowledgeable and well-educated appearance.
Chapter completed!