After three years, Jian Ning was still a young man, but Du Hui was already a straightforward official.

They are all the same peach blossom eyes, but no matter how you look at it, why don’t you look like it?

As the saying goes, appearance is born from the mind, this is probably the principle.

Jiang Yanzhi glanced at Zhumi Jian, suddenly remembered Min Weixiu's words and quickly lowered his head.

It's over, I really can't look directly at the Master Jian. I can't help but imagine him wearing women's clothes when I see him, and then I feel chills.

Zhumi Jian looked at Jiang Yanzhi, who was wrapped like a bear, and said tentatively, "It's cold and cold. King Shou asked him to come into the house and drink a cup of hot tea."

In just a moment, he had already thought about the entire family in his mind, including the seventh aunt and eighth aunt in the distance. No one died in the family or was involved in the murder case. So what are the three kings doing?

Jiang Yanzhi picked up the teacup, took a sip, took out a piece of paper from his arms, and smiled, "I got two songs a few days ago, but there were only subtle differences. They all said that they were the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, but only one song was true."

"I heard that Jian Sanlang in the mansion is known as the god of the ears and writes songs that are unique in the world. If you ask about these ancient music and scores, Jian Sanlang has the most. The year is approaching, and I want to use this song to choreograph my grandmother and make me laugh. But I was afraid that I would make a fake one and make me laugh. I also asked Jian Sanlang to help me identify it."

"Xiao Wang took the opportunity to come to the door. If he could get help from Jian Sanlang, I would be very grateful..."

The Sir Jane breathed a sigh of relief. It was so good that there were no dead people.

Jian Sanlang was stunned and stood up and saluted, "If King Shou had requested three years ago, then the officials would definitely go through fire and water, and they would not refuse."

"But three years ago, Jane Ning had already swore to God that she would never write a song in her life. In the past, she was unwilling to mention it again. When I was young, I was ignorant and did many extraordinary things, which made my parents sad and cry. It was really unfilial, so..."

Jiang Yanzhi's face suddenly collapsed, "Does Jian Sanlang think I am just a prince without power, so he is so perfunctory to me? I know that you have vowed to close the pen and never write music again."

"But today, I don't want you to write a song. I just need you to listen to it for me. Which song is the real ancient song? This silly sound will never be used to my grandmother. The songs are high and low, and not all orchestral matters are extraordinary."

"I came braved the wind and snow. This matter is just a slight effort to you. If you can't hear it, I will never reveal a word, and I will not blame you. As long as you try to distinguish it, this will not work? It would be too disgraceful!"

Jiang Yanzhi's words have reached this point. Even though he was the envoy of Privy Councilor Jian, he felt that it would be a bit unkind to refuse again.

The key is, what if he refuses today and comes to the door day by day until someone dies in the mansion?

Noting the wink of Privy Councilor Jian, Mrs. Jian immediately smiled and smoothed out, "What kind of divine ears or not is just a joke for children. My three sons have not touched silk and bamboo for many years. If they can't tell the difference, please forgive me."

When Jiang Yanzhi heard this, his face improved a little, "Thank you Mrs. Jian, thank you Jian Sanlang. I saw Xiao Wang's affairs yesterday. My grandmother was worried about me a lot and fell ill on the bed. I wanted to do my filial piety well, so I was a little anxious. I hope I won't be surprised."

He said, clapping his hands, and soon a maid came with a zither and started playing.

While the maid was blowing, Jiang Yanzhi looked at the faces of everyone in the room.

The first reaction was Mrs. Jian. She moved her lips and wanted to say something, but Jiang Yanzhi shook her head and stopped her.

Then there was the Privy Councilor Jian, and then there was a woman in a woman's bun behind Mrs. Jian. Her eyes were red and she covered her mouth with a veil from time to time.

The two songs are very close, but only a slight difference.

At the end of the song, Jiang Yanzhi looked at Jian Sanlang expectantly, "May Sanlang tell the difference?"

Jian Sanlang shook his head, "The music is all good songs, and it is worthy of being written by famous masters of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. However, Sanlang was dull and could not tell which song was true or which song was false. Please forgive me for the three kings."

Jiang Yanzhi looked at him and laughed playfully, "Oh, is that?"

The young woman standing behind Mrs. Jian said anxiously, "Official, are you confused? This song was not written by famous masters of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. It was clearly written to celebrate your mother's birthday when you were ten years old. You are used to like writing those lyrics of graceful love. Only this song is in line with your mother's wishes and uses the generous style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties..."

Jian Sanlang's pupils shrank suddenly and he took a few steps back, "I forgot."

Jiang Yanzhi smiled, sat down again, picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Oh, you forgot!"

Zhumi Jian frowned, looked at Jian Sanlang strangely, and then looked at Jiang Yanzhi, "What is King Shou's intention? He deliberately came to tease the child?"

Jiang Yanzhi looked at Jian Ning, a male ghost standing aside and staring at Mrs. Jian in a daze, and sighed, "Mrs. Jian, don't you find it strange? The son, who has always regarded music as his life, suddenly stopped writing. Not only that, he doesn't even remember the songs he has written."

"The person who originally disliked the imperial examination the most passed the Jinshi in a blink of an eye. What he liked to eat, what habits he had on weekdays, and what kind of young lady he liked, don't know, but he knows the best of being a mother."

"Recalling carefully, is Jane Ning standing in front of you really your son?"

Mrs. Jian pursed her lips, her eyes suddenly turned red, but she didn't say anything.

"Jian Ning, I'll ask you a question, do you dare to answer it. Are you thirteen, fifteen, or sixteen, and have the first room to live? It's the one who was kicked out of the mansion by your mother..."

Jian Sanlang murmured without saying a word.

Jiang Yanzhi shook his head, "No, I lied to you. Three years ago, you didn't have a room at all."

"I'll ask you again, when you were a child, you fell from a tree and broke your arm. At that time, in addition to the broken arm, you also broke a piece of jade. Is that piece of jade carved with Guanyin or Maitreya Buddha on it?"

Jian Sanlang still couldn't answer.

"No, I lied to you. You didn't break any jade at all."

"You have forgotten all these. Then let me ask you the last question. You pulled your horse's tail hair, but your horse kicked your ribs. Later, the piano made of the horse's tail hair was called Tinglanqin or Xicunqin?"

Jian Sanlang paused, "I didn't listen to Lanqin, nor did I have Xichuanqin."

Jiang Yanzhi shook his head, "No, this time I didn't lie to you. You did use the ponytail hair to make a piano, called Xicunqin. Later, because you wanted to give it to your cousin, you changed your name to Xiyingqin."
Chapter completed!