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Chapter Eighty-Eight: A Guest Comes


"You're back, why did you go for so long?"

Xiang'er handed over a coat.

Ling Yan took the drape and replied: "I found that the water in the creek behind is still a little warm in such a cold weather, thinking that there may be a hot spring at the source, but unfortunately I still haven't found it after walking all the way." ” "If you can't find it, forget it.

You look like it's getting dark.

What if something happens in the mountains?

” "Why are you so weak, your son-in-law and I are also masters, and I can kill ordinary beasts with one punch.

I'm walking in the mountains, and I'm supposed to be afraid of the beasts.

After speaking, Ling Yan waved his fist, indicating that he was very strong.

After the two said a few words, they entered the room, the room was now warm, and in the largest room, Xie Huahua was drinking and having fun, and beside him were the beauties he brought.

Xie Huahua saw Ling Yan coming back and hurriedly raised his wine glass and smirked and shouted that Ling Yan would come to drink together, Ling Yan didn't make a gesture, he sat casually and drank freely, and his life was so unhappy.

When drinking, there are naturally people serving food, delicate small plates, seasonal fruits, and a group of people eating so lively.

After being full of wine and food, he began to appreciate the beauty dance, and Xie Huahua naturally liked it very much.

However, Ling Yan was absent-minded, now he didn't have much interest in these so-called beauties, but he still liked to listen to the girl named Qingling sing.

The girl was only seventeen years old, but she was famous in Beijing for a long time, with a graceful figure, a lovely face, a red mole on her eyebrows, and a pair of eyes that seemed to have a spring water in them, which was particularly clear and moving.

Its singing voice is even more remarkable, and its voice is as charming and beautiful as that of a yellow bird.

"Qingling, have you written any tunes recently?

Sing some and listen.

Ling Yan called out to Qingling to speak softly to her, and Qingling seemed a little nervous in the face of Ling Yan.

"Not yet, sir.

It's hard to think of good songs, and Qingling has only written songs over the years, but he still hasn't thought of good words.

Qingling whispered back, wondering if he would make this adult who used to come to his field angry if he spoke like this, but if there are no good words to match, the song will never be on the stage.

Ling Yan looked at Xiang'er beside him and muttered, still a little unhappy.

Ling Yan smiled awkwardly and said, "I just like to listen to her singing, I used to go there often when I was in the capital, but I didn't do anything.

Xiang'er didn't believe it, Xie Huahua coaxed and said, "Don't listen to worry-free nonsense, don't do anything?"

He likes to do everything. ” Ling Yan raised his hand to indicate that he was very innocent, and the dancers present all laughed when they saw Ling Yan's cute and aggrieved appearance, and felt that this person was still very good at talking.

"If you play the song for us, maybe I can write you the lyrics?"

After Ling Yan finished speaking, Qingling was overjoyed.

If anyone in Beijing really wants to make himself famous, it is not enough to rely on his own talent, but also to rely on the help of nobles, and now he may be a very big nobleman.

"My lord, please wait a moment, Qingling will go and get the piano first" Go ahead.

Qingling bowed and retreated, and after Qingling walked out of the room, Xie Huahuaxiang'er stared at Ling Yan suspiciously, "When will you still be able to write, why don't we know?"

” Ling Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking that he still had to tell you about his thousand years of memory, but now he could only be fooled, he deliberately raised his head and said, "Who is this son, Ling Yan."

Knowing astronomy and geography, knowing everything, what is the difficulty of simply writing words. ” Suddenly, a neutral man's voice came from outside, "Ling Yan, this is what you said.

If you can't write words today, I'll put you in jail. ” When the sound fell, a pair of men and women walked in outside the house, the men were handsome and handsome, and they were extravagant.

The woman's beauty is unparalleled, and her temperament is noble, Ling Yan Xie Huahua saw that the two of them had just drunk a sip of wine and squirted out directly.

"His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince, His Royal Highness the Seventh Princess, why are you here?"

Xie Huahua was stunned, and Ling Yan was also confused, "Sixth prince, Mu Chun, you two?"

” Zhao Muchun stuck out his tongue and said, "You came here to this Qingliang Mountain, why can't I, the princess, come?"

” Funny, the world belongs to the Zhao family, why can't this little Qingliang Mountain come.

"I'm just weird, come over and sit on the fire, it's definitely cold after being outside for so long."

Ling Yan walked to Zhao Muchun's side, took her hand, and pulled her to sit beside him, he didn't care about the sixth prince, my daughter-in-law is definitely not okay if she is cold, as for you, the sixth prince has been fighting in the north for so long anyway, and there is nothing wrong with freezing.

The eyes of the sixth prince widened, like a cow, he stood in front of Ling Yan angrily, "Ling Yan, just now we heard you say that you know everything, and it is easy to write words, if you can't write good words later, I will beat you up here." ” Ling Yan naturally knew that the prince in front of him had a bold temperament and had something to say, so he said these words just to mock himself.

Really speaking, among all the princes, he prefers to talk to the six princes, not so intriguing and tired.

"Xuan Han, it's not me bragging, if I really write it out, you have to call me big brother when there are no outsiders in the future, do you dare?"

"If you don't dare, I don't believe you can write."

After the sixth prince finished speaking, Zhao Muchun couldn't help but sweat for his sixth emperor brother, he knew Ling Yan, and he wouldn't do anything he wasn't sure about, but she didn't stop her, she just happened to watch the play.

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At this time, Qingling changed the piano and walked into the house, and found that there were two more strangers in the house, she had seen a lot of big people in the capital, and she recognized the two people sitting next to Ling Yan at a glance, "Caomin Qingling greets the six princes, the seventh princess." ” "Get up, don't be so polite.

You play your own tunes well, Ling Yan, you have to listen to them well.

"The Sixth Prince spoke very elegantly to the others, and his violent temper seemed to be just to Ling Yanfa.

"Naturally, I won't let you down, so you are ready to call me big brother in the future."

Ling Yan's confident appearance made the sixth prince's heart suddenly a little furious, did he dig a big pit for himself to jump.

But the arrow on the string had to be sent already.

Qingling is worthy of being a famous piano master in the capital, although he is not very old, but his skills are already very powerful, the piano sounds, and the whole audience is intoxicated by it.

It's a sad song, and the lovers have left, as if because of the war.

The woman sat outside the window, the sky was drizzling, and even the rain was sad when she was in a bad mood, and the feeling of blending scenes was so hurtful.......