Luo Youdu leaned in the beautiful woman's arms with a dazed look in his eyes, but he secretly felt something was wrong in his heart.
This General Zhao is most likely Zhao Kuangyin. I didn't expect him to act so quickly.
Zhao Kuangyin's martial arts skills were not invincible in this era, but they were equal to the level of the Five Great Masters in the novel The Legend of the Condor Heroes.
Existence at the ceiling level.
In his memory, when Zhao Kuangyin was conquering Huainan in the south, he once rushed into the enemy camp alone, knocked down the enemy's main general with one sword, and then captured the enemy's deputy general alive and returned calmly.
This level of military force may not be able to influence the situation in a large-scale battle, but it is invincible in a small-scale encounter.
In Luo Youdu's memory, there was only Gao Huaide who could compete with him in the Great Zhou army.
If Gao Huaide really married Zhao Kuangyin's sister, and the two of them charged into the battlefield together, who could withstand it?
No matter what happens to Guo Rong in the future, Zhao Kuangyin must be on guard against him.
He may not have the ambition to dominate the world now, but people like him are probably of the same character as himself, climbing up when they get the chance and trying to win over talented people.
Judging from the way Xianglian was dressed, she was obviously a level higher than the beauty next to her.
She is dressed gorgeously, beautiful but not gaudy, and does not rely on her looks alone to attract attention.
Xianglian bowed slightly to Han Lingkun and Luo Youdu respectively, then sat upright in front of the seven-stringed guqin and gently plucked the strings.
Different from the previous soft music, Xianglian's piano sound is more crisp and ethereal.
Luo Youdu was not proficient in music, but he felt that the sound of Xianglian's piano was pleasant and beautiful.
Leaning in the arms of the beauty, closing your eyes and listening carefully.
After listening to the song, he opened his eyes.
Seeing that Han Lingkun was teasing the beauty in his arms, he had no intention of listening to the piano at all.
Come to think of it, is it really to listen to the piano that you come to this kind of place?
Hypocritical.
If he didn't have more important things to do, he wouldn't want to listen to the piano.
No matter how beautiful the piano sounds.
After clapping his hands, Luo Youdu said, "This piece of music is new and very different from other music in the world. Does it have a name?"
He had only heard a number of piano pieces in his life, so even if he was given an ancient piece that was popular five hundred years ago, he would still find it novel.
Xianglian returned the gift gracefully, saying, "This piece is called ' Cherish Spring ', which uses the passing of spring to express the feeling of the fleeting time. It was composed only a few months ago. At that time, the master was still in Fengzhou, so he had never heard it."
"Cherish Spring, what a wonderful 'Cherish Spring'! The person who composed this song has deeply understood the meaning of 'lamenting the passing of spring and cherishing the time'."
Luo Youdu clapped his hands and sighed.
There was a hint of joy in Xianglian's eyes. She was happier to hear someone praising her lover than to hear someone praising her.
Suddenly he clasped his hands together and shouted, "Bring me a pen and paper!"
How could the beauties who hang out in brothels not have any vision?
In just a moment, paper and pen were ready, and the lovely girl ground the ink carefully and handed the pen dipped in ink to him.
Luo Youdu wrote furiously:
A new song and a glass of wine, the same weather and pavilion as last year. When will the setting sun return?
The flowers fall helplessly, and the familiar swallows return. I wander alone in the fragrant path of the small garden.
This is a representative work of the Song Dynasty poet Yan Shu. It also contains the meaning of mourning the passing of spring and feeling sad about the fleeting years, which echoes the "Song of Cherishing Spring" played by Xianglian.
"Helplessly the flowers fall, and the familiar swallows return."
Xianglian repeated this sentence, her eyes sparkling with a strange light, and said: "I thought no one in the world understood Gao Lang better than me, but now I find that you are Gao Lang's confidant. I shamelessly ask you to give me a calligraphy, and I will give it to Gao Lang." She was afraid that Luo Youdu didn't know who Gao Lang was, so she said again: "Gao Lang is Gao Huaide, the commander of the right wing of the Iron Cavalry. He wrote "Xichun Qu" out of inspiration."
Luo Youdu said generously: "If there is no such song and lyrics, Miss Xianglian will give it to you."
Xianglian thanked him again and again and took the calligraphy and painting away as if it were a treasure.
Han Lingkun was stunned when he saw this sudden change, and finally he was so impressed that he couldn't say a word, but just gave a thumbs up.
The lights are on and the night is still long.
Han Lingkun was obviously not satisfied.
Luo Youdu, however, was contented and took Han Lingkun away from Cuixiang Tower.
"What a mistake, what a mistake. I didn't expect Brother Luo to be a virgin. You really should cherish her. At least you should marry her off with a virgin. Next time there's a girl getting married, I'll invite you again."
They had done what needed to be done, but Luo Youdu didn't want to casually confess his first time here, so he pulled Han Lingkun out of Cuixiang Tower.
Han Lingkun was a little unhappy at first, but when he learned the reason, he felt a sense of relief in his heart.
They had not been together for long, and Luo Youdu gave him a feeling of superiority. Now that he had discovered the other person's embarrassing behavior, the vague sense of estrangement between them was gone.
We are all human beings, just with different areas of expertise.
Luo Youdu didn't want to bother with Han Lingkun anymore and went home angrily.
Han Lingkun laughed and went back home.
“Boom boom boom!”
There was a heavy knock on the door, and Luo Youdu woke up from his dream. He slapped his head sadly. The feeling of being forcibly woken up from a deep sleep made him feel like he was sleepwalking, and his head ached slightly.
"Who is it! Come on, stop knocking!"
Luo Youdu slowly climbed up from the bed.
A voice came from outside the house: "It's me, Gao Huaide!"
When Luo Youdu heard the three words "Gao Huaide", he didn't react for a moment. He slapped his face and forced himself to wake up.
He suddenly remembered Han Lingkun's evaluation of Gao Huaide: "Old Gao has a strange temper and is difficult to get along with. He likes hunting. When he gets angry, he will ride his horse and go regardless of the time and place."
It turned out to be this old man! This self-willed character is amazing.
When I walked into the hall, I heard the sound of groping and searching coming from next door.
Luo Youdu said, "Uncle Hu, don't get up. My friend has something to talk to me about. You can continue to sleep. No need to entertain him."
As he spoke, he found a tinder, lit the oil lamps on the left and right pillars, and opened the door.
Two dark shadows appeared outside the door one after another.
With the lanterns in their hands, it was not difficult to recognize that the person behind was a woman, the one who...
He glanced in the direction of the moon and saw Miss Xianglian whom he had met yesterday.
The man in front was tall and strong, but it was too dark and Luo Youdu's eyes had not yet fully adapted to the light, so he could not see his features clearly .
"come in!"
Luo Youdu thought that all this was his own fault and could only blame himself for his bad luck.
"Miss Xianglian, please come in first. I'll go get the zither first." Gao Huaide didn't even enter the door. He turned and walked towards the horses outside the house.
Luo Youdu took out a mat from the cabinet in the inner room.
Just then, Gao Huaide also walked into the room holding a piano.
It was not until now that Luo Youdu saw his appearance clearly.
He was dressed in white, had a straight nose, a wide mouth, and a short beard. He was not handsome, but with his sturdy figure, there was an extremely masculine charm in his every move.
He walked into the room and said in a very familiar manner: "Excuse me for disturbing you. Today, I heard your excellent work and felt that "Cherishing Spring Song" is far from worthy of your lyrics. I have made some revisions. Please evaluate it."