Li Keqing struck first.
Lu Xiangjun didn't show any weakness, "My sister lives here so comfortably, how can I dare to disturb her so easily?"
Li Keqing laughed, "It's not because of my sister. Without my sister's face, how could I, a newcomer here, be treated so politely?"
Lu Xiangjun thought what she said was right, but seeing the other person's high-spirited look, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
"How could I not know my sister's abilities? She is just mediocre wherever she goes. It's just me worrying too much. If I had known that my sister was enjoying herself here, I wouldn't have braved the wind and snow to come to visit her."
Li Keqing pursed his lips and laughed, grabbed her arm and dragged her into the inner room, not forgetting to order his two maids to greet the guests quickly.
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Not long after Chang'an Maritime Academy was built, only half a year later, Li Keqing actually found a small courtyard here to live alone.
Even if it is a bit crude, it still shows Li Keqing's ability.
Lu Xiangjun looked at it for a moment, then took off his shoes and socks without ceremony, and sat down on the couch.
This place is relatively messy, but the atmosphere of calligraphy and ink fills every corner here.
Li Keqing's fresh paintings are hung on the four walls. There are some books placed in the corner of the couch. On a low table, the four treasures of the study are complete, and the fragrance of ink lingers. It is obvious that Li Keqing was immersed in the paintings before.
Of course, what makes Lu Xiangjun most satisfied is that there is a brazier burning in the room, which is as warm as spring.
Li Keqing came over and took off Lu Xiangjun's cloak, revealing a petite and exquisite person underneath.
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Li Keqing seemed to be in a very good mood. Taking advantage of the situation, he hugged Lu Xiangjun and said teasingly: "My sister has such a beautiful body. Even my sister would covet her."
Lu Xiangjun tried his best to break away and drove her away without hesitation, "Don't come here to tease me. If you make me angry, I will take you back to save you from being a monster outside."
While the two of them were chattering, the tea soup was served. Lu Xiangjun quickly drank a few sips. Although he grinned because he was burned, his body gradually warmed up.
Even though it was freezing cold, she could still remember her friend. Li Keqing, who was in the world of business, appreciated her affection and asked her to slow down. He also asked someone to boil some ginger soup to make Lady Lu feel cold.
After being busy for a while, the two of them could talk properly.
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Li Keqing carefully looked at Lu Xiangjun's expression and couldn't help but said in surprise: "My sister and I haven't seen each other for only two months, right? Why is my sister so haggard? The wind and snow in the north are really unbearable. My sister should take care of her health.
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Lu Xiangjun has indeed lost some weight. Li Keqing didn't know that she had been ill before, otherwise she would have been even more worried.
Lu Xiangjun took a sip of the tea soup and said with a wry smile: "Sister, I don't know something. I haven't been here for more than two months because I just took over another job of composing music.
Alas, I am exhausted both physically and mentally..."
At this point, she sighed deeply and shook her head to show her difficulty, which was not consistent with her energetic persona at all. She didn't look worried, but rather like a bird combing its feathers.
A peacock just waiting for people to inquire and praise.
Li Keqing straightened her somewhat messy hair. She was naturally very skilled at this kind of flattering work.
Immediately asked out of curiosity: "My sister is the master of the piano, how can such an article be so difficult for you? If it's okay, why don't you come and let me enjoy it together?"
Lu Xiangjun knew she was showing off, but he still jumped for joy.
After all, Li Keqing is different from others. She is a famous prostitute in the south of the Yangtze River who is as famous as her. She is a figure that can resonate in many places.
She didn't say much, she just stood up and walked to the short table, pushing away the clutter on the table and Li Keqing's leftover works.
Li Keqing was really curious about what kind of masterpiece Mrs. Lu could produce, so he laid out the paper for her, dipped the pen in ink, and handed it to Mr. Lu Xiang.
Seeing her like this, Mr. Lu Xiang's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but smile: "Red sleeves add fragrance, nothing like this."
Li Keqing looked at each other sideways, showing a charming look, "If you don't have a masterpiece, won't you be the laughingstock of others? Sister, you have to be careful."
Lu Xiangjun sneered, "Don't worry."
Then put pen to paper...
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xueming..."
As handwriting appeared on the end of the pen, Li Keqing read out word by word.
At the beginning, Li Keqing was still a little careless, thinking that it turned out to be a poem, but there was only the beginning of it, just ten words, and Li Keqing started to tremble all over.
Like taking a sip of strong wine or swallowing a knife and axe, Li Keqing's body was covered with goosebumps.
Unparalleled works can shine through the ages, and ordinary people can still feel the fragrance in their lips and teeth when chanting them. Those who have a strong sense of belonging can even follow the poet's words and understand the joys and sorrows in them.
For artists like Lu Xiangjun and Li Keqing, the impact will be even stronger.
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star..."
When he read this, Li Keqing's voice already trembled, and the image of a heroic man dressed in white as snow, riding a horse with a sword in the wilderness, came to his mind.
Who could write such a poem? The thought flashed through Li Keqing's mind, but his eyes were fixed on the shaking tip of the pen, wishing he could grab Lu Xiangjun and make her go faster.
She even had the urge to create and wanted to draw everything in her imagination.
"Kill a person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. When it's done, brush off your clothes and hide yourself and your name."
Li Keqing's soft voice seemed to be tainted with murderous aura involuntarily. He felt the breath in his chest surge, and something seemed to break.
She is a typical southern woman. She has never liked martial arts, but at this moment, she is completely immersed in it. She walks alone with her sword, taking pleasure in grudges. After killing people, she walks away without a trace of scarlet.
The appearance immediately took root in her mind.
"I was leisurely passing by Xinling to drink. I took off my sword and stood with my knees crossed. I was going to eat the Zhu Hai, holding my wine glass to persuade the marquis to win. After three cups, I spit out the promise, and the five mountains were lightened."
Li Keqing waved her thin arms vigorously, and the allusions in the poem flowed through her heart, and she couldn't help but roar secretly, this is what a real man is.
"After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born. I use the golden mallet to save Zhao, and Handan is shocked first. Two heroes from the Qianqiu period, and they are famous in Daliang City. Even if they die, they will not be ashamed of the heroes in the world. Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra."
Lu Xiangjun threw the pen on the case, ignoring the dripping ink, and looked sideways at Li Keqing.
Unexpectedly, Li Keqing pounced on her, pushed her away with a push of his buttocks, and lay down on the table. He kept chanting, "Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles... Three cups of Turanuo"
, the Five Sacred Mountains are insignificant... Even if the bones of heroes are killed, I will not be ashamed of the heroes in the world..."
Lu Xiangjun fell down on the couch with a groan and rolled twice.
Big ass, amazing...
This chapter has been completed!