Liu Sanyuan looked at Lu Zhu's small, fair hand.
He suddenly shrank back, stuffed the words into his arms, and said with a bitter smile.
"Miss Lu Zhu, isn't this inappropriate?”
The reason why he was in such a hurry to rush home was because he was worried that he would encounter a tiger in his way.
A piece of the country's most famous poem was like a carp crossing the river.
It was just that there were fewer people competing in Spring Breeze Building. If it was anywhere else, he might not be able to get it.
Now that he had obtained it by luck, he naturally had to "put it in his pocket".
However, something went wrong.
Green Bamboo wasn't scary. What was scary was the person behind her.
"Lord Liu, were you serious when you took half a step back?”
Lu Zhu said with a smile. There was no lack of mischievousness in her eyes.
"Miss Lu Zhu, a gentleman doesn't take what others like.”
Liu Sanyuan tried to struggle.
"I'm just a girl, I'm not a gentleman.”
said Green Bamboo.
"Brother Ye gave me this calligraphy."
"Then you can also give it to others.”
"Miss Lu Zhu, what do you want this poem for? You're not a scholar."
"Lord Liu, stop pretending. You know very well that the one who wants this poem is not me, but my young miss.”
……
Liu Sanyuan's expression stiffened.
This was what he was afraid of.
Although he was the son of the Prime Minister, his status and background were inferior to Xiao Qianqian's.
Others might not know Xiao Qianqian's background, but how could he not know?
This woman was not only the head of the Secret Intelligence Bureau, but she was also a great cultivator who had shown excellent cultivation talent since she was young.
The most important thing was that she and the current Emperor could be said to have grown up together. Their relationship was deep, like siblings.
He even boldly thought that the current Emperor had yet to establish an heir, so perhaps that position was left for Xiao Qianqian.
In his opinion, he wasn't completely lying when he told Wang Ying that Xiao Qianqian was the woman of a big shot.
Was there anyone more important than Tian Zi in the capital?
"If Miss Xiao likes this poem, I can lend it to him for appreciation, but…he has to return it.”
Liu Sanyuan couldn't bear to part with it as he said.
"Let's be clear. After my young miss gets this poem, she will present it to His Majesty. Young master also knows how much His Majesty cares about Lord Ye…How could His Majesty miss such a piece of national poem? Could it be that Young Master Liu wanted to snatch something from His Majesty?”
the green bamboo has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth.
Liu Sanyuan was speechless.
"Fine."
He smiled bitterly and reluctantly took out the poem.
He handed it over to Green Bamboo.
Her eyes were filled with longing.
Sigh, it hasn't warmed up yet.
After obtaining the item, Lu Zhu didn't inspect it. With a flash, she disappeared.
From this, it could be seen that she was also a cultivator with great cultivation.
……
Lu Zhu returned to Spring Breeze Building silently, as if she had never left.
He followed the secret passage back to Xiao Qianqian's room and stood obediently at the side of the room.
She saw the curtain that the young miss had drawn down and covered her mouth with her hand as she smiled.
Miss started again.
Every man she met had to have this experience.
Xiao Qianqian looked at the blurry figure across the curtain and smiled faintly.
He placed his hands on the zither and began to play slowly.
"Play the zither?"
Wang Ying was a lover of ancient culture in his previous life. He was involved in calligraphy, poetry, and music.
However, their attainments were not high.
Now that he saw Xiao Qianqian playing the zither, he was curious.
The music from this world might have its own charm.
He closed his eyes and listened carefully.
The sound of the zither curled up, but it was extremely pleasant to the ear.
Xiao Qianqian's zither skills were extremely high, and every note was filled with extraordinary vitality.
Wang Ying felt as if he was looking at a gurgling stream.
The stream was formed by thousands of musical notes. The water was not fast and the water was very gentle. The water flowed down endlessly.
This was very exquisite.
However, after listening for a long time, Wang Ying still had the same tone.
This was a little boring.
The flowing water gurgled away, giving off a sense of peace and tranquility that could have calmed people down.
However, it had always been like this. As he repeated the same tune, his originally calm heart became restless again.
Music was a complicated thing.
Take playing the piano for example, pitch was the minimum requirement.
Superb skills and perfect performance were all bonus points.
However, these were not the most important things. The most important thing was the score.
A clever housewife can't cook a meal without rice. No matter how good a zither player was, it was difficult to give people an unforgettable feeling when playing an ordinary song. At most, it was just showing off.
To be honest, Xiao Qianqian's music wasn't trash. To a certain extent, it was actually quite exquisite.
However, the only difference was that there was no change.
At first, there was a small stream flowing, and then it kept flowing.
There were no twists and turns, no changes. What was the point?
There was no room for imagination.
In terms of concept, he was also inferior.
Unknowingly, Wang Ying frowned.
Although they were separated by a curtain, both Lu Zhu and Xiao Qianqian were cultivators.
They could naturally see Wang Ying's expression through the curtains.
Seeing him frown, Xiao Qianqian's zither music came to an abrupt stop, and her brows furrowed.
However, she did not say anything.
Instead, Lu Zhu puffed up her cheeks and asked.
"Young Master Ye, how do you evaluate my Young Miss 'performance of' Flowing Water'?”
Wang Ying replied without thinking.
"What are you playing?"
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