Chapter 18 Beauty Ziyi Next

"Let's do Guzheng."

Wait for the waiter to move the guzheng, Luohe came to Ziyi. At this time, Luohe was about the same height as Ziyi. Ziyi was about 1.65 meters tall, with a very standard figure, especially the towering crisp chest on his chest, which almost made Luohe almost unable to extricate himself. Luo He coughed softly and whispered to Ziyi, "I hum a tune. Can the girl play it out?"

"It should be able to play a*." At this time, Ziyi was not to mention how excited she was. She didn't care about Luohe's appearance at all. She only cared about whether she could meet Luohe and whether she could stay with Luohe for a long time!

"Good." With that, Luohe hummed softly. His voice was very soft, but no one present made a sound. Everyone heard a little. They all felt that the tune was extremely beautiful, but it was not like an orthodox water tone.

"The little descendant of the Luo family, are you fooling people? Even I, a rough man, know that this is not a water tune song?" Cheng Zhijie's voice was very loud. Although he was separated by a certain distance, Luohe still felt that his eardrums trembled a little.

"Uncle Cheng, my little nephew has just said that this is a new word, which is the latest creation of my little nephew for Ziyi."

At this time, the waiter had already brought up the kite. After Ziyi sat down and finished debugging, a melodious song "Water Tune Song Head • When Will the Bright Moon Be" was sung by Luohe, which was slightly hoarse, with a sound of vicissitudes in this alien world more than a thousand years ago: "When will the bright moon be there? Ask the wine to the sky, I don't know the sky. Go to the palace, what year is this evening... People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. At this time, it is difficult to complete it in ancient times. I hope people can live together for a long time.

After a song, Luohe himself also showed a trace of remembrance, and playing Ziyi was already in tears, as bright as a peony falling in the rain.

Cheng Zhijie, an old man, said Luo He's voice directly in one sentence: "This girl doll is really made of water, but she is very good-looking and can compete with my daughter."

Well, of course, Luohe does not agree with the last sentence of Cheng Old Goblin.

"Good sentence, 'I hope people can live a long time and live together for thousands of miles.'" Li Shimin was the first to raise his voice. His eyes shot out, stared at Luohe closely, and asked, "My virtuous nephew, I don't know when he will become an official like my brother?"

It's okay if others say this sentence, but the problem is that Li Shimin, the emperor of the dynasty, said it, which is equivalent to the imperial edict, indicating that Li Shimin's approval of Luohe's entry into the court as an official is simply more than opening the back door.

"Well, my little nephew is still young. Let's talk about it after the weak crown."

"My nephew is wrong. Your father was only 17 years old when he led the army to fight. How can he be young?"

"Well, please forgive Uncle Li. Our brother is looking for Miss Ziyi tonight. If Uncle Li is interested, he might as well go directly to my father. The last thing my brother dares to disobey is his father's will." Luo Xin hurriedly relieved Luohe.

"Good! I will make it clear to Luo Qing tomorrow! Isn't it a pity to be so talented and idle at home?"

"The so-called courtesy exchange, since the young descendants of the Luo family used this word as a token, what gift did this girl use to return?" Originally, Prince Li Chengqian wanted to get up and speak, but he was shocked by Cheng Zhijie's words. Li Shimin also gave Li Chengqian a look at the same time, which made Li Chengqian clenched his fist and his expression was extremely complicated.

"Oh, this is simple, but in front of so many people, I'm afraid it's not easy to say?" Luohe's face, which is thicker than the city wall, turned red!?

"It's up to you."

"Hey, that's naturally the most precious thing in my daughter's family."

"What!? Have you been private for life? Someone shouted out immediately, "This is a little rude."

"Impossible, I see that Ziyi is still a virgin, how..." Another look of Li Shimin, Li Chengqian fell into silence again, but his body was still trembling.

"Tut, it's worthy of His Royal Highness. After all, there are countless women, but then again, how can the thoughts of you adults be so obscene?" Luo He's face showed a very helpless look, "The most precious thing I said about my daughter's family refers to Ziyi's first kiss. I wrote a word to her, and she returned it with her first kiss.

"Oh."

"So it is."

This person is still acceptable, while Ziyi herself has covered her cheeks and floated to Luohe with shy eyes from time to time. Her actions have revealed all the inside information to the public.

"In this case, I will approve it! Nephew, I will allow you to take Ziyi back home tonight..."

"Yeah! Thankyou!”

"What!?" Li Shimin was stunned by Luo He's sudden English sentence.

"Uh, no, I mean thank Lord Longen! Hey hey."

"Hmm, don't be happy too early. Before that, you still need to pass my last level."

Ah? What else?" Luo He's eyes widened, and a helpless smile appeared on his face. "Come on, if you have any other requirements, please say it directly. I really can't stand this surprise, my little nephew."

"Actually, it's not just me, but I don't think everyone here will make you hold your beauty so easily."

"That's right, this girl wants to look and have breasts and breasts. I feel itchy to see Lao Cheng. How can it be so cheap for you, a little descendant?" Cheng Zhijie poured a mouthful of pulp into his mouth, and the loud voice spread directly to three miles away.

"Old man!" Luo He scolded Cheng Zhijie hatefully in his heart. This old man was so rude that he could go hand in hand with Luo He.

"However, as elders, we can't make it too difficult for you, just make you compose another word. However, there must always be a basis for the word or something. Well, uncle will give you a question. How about improvise according to the topic?

Luohe settled down and sighed that fortunately, he had nothing to do in those years, which was also full of reading Tang poetry and Song lyrics. At present, he nodded confidently: "Uncle Li, just come out, but my little nephew took it."

"Well, in this case, I will ask the question. In fact, this question is not my question. It was raised by the eldest princess two years ago. So far, no one can answer it. Today, let's take a look at my nephew's talents." Li Shimin cleared his throat and said, "This word is hairpin phoenix. The word said: 'The world is thin, people are evil, and the rain sends dusk flowers easy to fall. Xiaofeng is dry, tears are scarred, and he wants to take care of his mind, and he talks obliquely. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People are different. Today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a swing. The horns are cold, the night is dim, afraid of being asked, and crying and pretending to be happy. Conceal, Conceal, Conce!'"

Hearing this word, most of the people present showed bitterness, and the rest were frowned. A large part of the people present have heard and seen this word, but no one can do it. Of course, there are many talents in the Tang Dynasty. It's not true that no one can agree with it. It's just that they are either old or afraid to be right, or they don't have the opportunity to see it. At the same time, what is written in this word is so sad that no one has ever experienced it. However, Luo He himself took a long breath. He knew very well that this word was definitely written by Tang Wan, the wife of Lu You, the lyricist of the Southern Song Dynasty, but he did not expect that this word to be born hundreds of years earlier. Luo He is thinking about whether to pick it up, because only Lu You's own other song, "The Head Phoenix", but the problem is that once it is connected, I'm afraid it will lead to many problems in the future.

Do you want to answer it or not?

"How's your nephew?" Li Shimin narrowed his eyes and looked at Luohe with a smile.

"Isn't there nothing we can do about the younger generation of the Luo family? If it doesn't come out, how about giving this girl to my child? Cheng Zhijie is really afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

"Well, just die." Luo He said softly, and then coughed. He slowly walked to the railing and gently leaned his back against the railing to bathe himself in the bright moonlight. "Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city's spring palace wall willows. The east wind is evil, the joy is weak, and I have been sad for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is old, people are empty and thin, and the tears are red and clear. Peach blossoms fall, idle pond pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book. Mo, Mo, Mo!"

Luo He tried to speak slowly. He found that many people present were writing hard and dictating every word he said.

And Li Shimin, as the guest of honor, had his eyes shining, and Luo He himself wanted to jump into the lake in shame. Alas, but, he didn't want to be so popular: "Everything is not my intention." Luo He sighed softly.

How about it? Uncle Li, has this little nephew passed? Li Shimin didn't say anything and still stared at Luohe, as if he was going to eat Luohe. "Uncle Li, why are you looking at your little nephew like this? Didn't your little nephew's answer satisfy you?

Li Shimin's expression made Luo He very painful, but after that, the words of Cheng Zhijie, the old goblin, almost made Luo He unable to lift it: "Hey, the little descendant of the Luo family, it's over now."