On the second floor of the pavilion on the "Climbing Platform", under the roof of the fan, a curtain of crystal beads is flowing. Behind the curtain, someone is playing the harp in a gauze, and the sound of the harp flows between the rise and fall of the fingertips, either virtual or real, with phoenix flute, amber wine, jasper wine cup, gold

Bottles, emerald plates, picturesque food, fountains of wine, guqin playing, bells tinkling, sandalwood and fires lit on the platform, the smoke lingering, seems to be able to corrode the human heart.

The second floor is carefully decorated by craftsmen, with a chessboard grid, which houses the main elegant room, the Yi Le room, the tea room and the library. The selection is mainly based on personal preferences. The elegant room is for playing instrumental music, and the Yi Le room is for fine wine and food.

, the tea house is where you can make tea and enjoy it, and the library is where you can study it quietly.

And these four rooms also have the main room, the auxiliary room, the main room for the guest of honor, and the auxiliary room for the guests. The main and auxiliary rooms are connected, but separated by screens, so they can invite guests together, or they can go their own way.

The four main rooms are inaccessible, but the four auxiliary rooms are connected.

From this, the auxiliary room can travel by itself between the "Main Elegant Room", "Yi Le Room", "Zhai Tea Room" and "Library Room". It is equivalent to the auxiliary room being a hall and the main room being a private room. Compared with the auxiliary room, the main room is secretive.

The space is naturally larger.

Since the pavilion is designed in a fan shape, although it is divided into four parts, you can still see the "climbing platform" below through the bead curtain from the indoor room on the second floor.

——The main room of Yile.

"Every year comes and goes, scrambling for the first place, but they are just a group of mediocre people. They cannot overcome their strength and wisdom." On the couch, a pair of loose and luxurious clothes were scattered on the couch, and a head of soft and shiny black hair was also spread on the purple brocade.

The man above him was holding a cup of copper wine and feeding the hot wine into his mouth with bleary eyes, but the expression on his face was one of waning interest.

Next to the young aristocratic man, there was a scholar sitting on the left and right seats. The middle-aged scholar with a mustache on the left smiled, but showed a sly look on his face: "The joy of these scholars who dance with words and calligraphy cannot be compared.

Meiji Leling, who has been trained by the lord's family since childhood, is attractive, and compared with the talents of these scholars, they are nothing more than a bunch of chicks crowing, so it is no wonder that the lord does not like them."

This clever talker was one of Mengchangjun's retainers, his name was Yuan Ping. He looked like an unpopular and flattering villain. He had many scheming plans, was dedicated to deception, and was quite quick-tempered.

Mr. Mengchang curled his lips and smiled. His facial features were a little deeper than those of ordinary people, and his strong and dark eyebrows were like ripe red wine, full of magnificent color.

"It's just to show Mr. Peinan's face and come to support him. Who would take it seriously?"

"I heard that people from the Qin Kingdom are also coming this time. My lord, do we need..." Fan Xin, a warrior with a sword on his waist on the right, said with a hint.

Fan Xin is the best swordsman in the Qi State. The sword in his hand is the "Autumn Sword", one of the famous swordsmith Toyotomi's one or three swords. This sword is famous for its speed, accuracy and thinness.

"For the time being, we will hold our ground. He is not here for the Qi Kingdom. But after the gathering at the summit is over, you can invite him to have a talk in my name and see what his attitude is before we discuss it." Mr. Mengchang took his time.

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Yuan Ping immediately said: "Then Zhao Guo..."

Lord Mengchang stroked his lips and smiled: "Oh, that one... His purpose is hard to guess. In the past few years, he has been very prosperous in Zhao State, even worse than me.

, now seeing that most of the Zhao State has fallen into his hands, and Zhao State's decision-making is under his control, I estimate that he is harmless for the time being, and he is probably preparing to accumulate the maximum strength to attack Beichu."

Yuan Ping stroked his beard and wondered: "I don't know what grudge he has against the Chu State. It's strange that he has to shave off a layer of the Chu State's skin before he can give up."

Hearing this, Lord Mengchang drank all the wine in his hand and smiled wildly: "Hahahahaha... to make a husband target such a thing, it is either a past grudge or a grudge for love. No matter what it is, it is enough to make that man

People who are called 'war massacres' and are narrow-minded will not give up."

Fan Xin's mouth twitched, and he felt that what his lord had speculated made sense, but... it would make sense if he did it for the former reason, but if it was for the latter reason... that person doesn't look like a hero no matter from which aspect he looks at it.

It's the sad beauty type.

Which beauty could make him so concerned that his anger turns into beauty?

Fan Xin couldn't imagine it, and felt that this "poignant love between children" picture could not be translated into that person.

As a counselor, Yuan Ping naturally had more ideas in his mind than Fan Xin. He immediately thought: "My lord, this country of Zhao has risen in the war of domination among other countries because of him. If he cannot recruit such a capable person, he will definitely

It’s best to get rid of it.”

"He is a person who should not be easily contaminated. Although the State of Zhao has risen because of him, there is no guarantee that the Zhao State will still have the surname Zhao in the future." A faint smile appeared on Mengchangjun's elegant handsome face. He was friendly and charming, but only

There is a pair of eyes that narrow into two thin slits from time to time, revealing the cold and ruthless nature of his heart.

"As for getting rid of him...it's not yet time, so there's no need to be impatient."

Yuan Ping thought for a moment and agreed very much with his lord's statement.

"By the way, it was heard not long ago that he has a brother who came from the same sect and is equally strong. Maybe... we can start from another place."

Mengchangjun spread funds widely and cultivated a large number of spies all over the world. This matter was usually managed by Jing Yuan Ping, so he also learned a lot of secret information.

"This person..." Mr. Mengchang's eyes were deep, but he shook his head: "These two brothers are like black and white. If the black is dangerous and its tentacles are easy to poison, in the end they are coming to the same destination as us. But this

Bai Zhi...is definitely not in agreement with us."

Yuan Ping knew as soon as he heard that Lord Mengchang didn't like this person, even if his talent was unparalleled. Although he was secretly happy that no one would "compete" with him, he still looked "loyal" and sighed: "

Nowadays, it is indeed difficult to find famous men and generals who can suit my lord's wishes."

When Mengchangjun heard this, he suddenly thought of the elegant young man in the bamboo forest who was covered in a layer of snow that was especially soft and bright after melting. His calm and leisurely steps and the spring breeze on his face made him feel happy.

A feeling of not falling into the mundane world.

Maybe there is an invisible fate between people, and it caught his eyes, which made him feel comfortable, and his heart also remembered him to a certain extent.

"Has he come to power?"

Yuan Ping was stunned for a moment by the question, and could not follow Meng Changjun's thoughts for a while.

He and Fan Xin looked at Mr. Mengchang together, and saw that he had suppressed all the expressions on his face, looking mysteriously through the bead curtain, but his eyes were paying attention to the direction of the "climbing platform".

Fan Xin didn't know what was going on, but Yuan Ping, after being confused for a moment, immediately understood who the master was asking about.

Previously, when Mengchangjun was tired from touring the Yuelu Mountains and was taking a nap in the bamboo forest pavilion, he once praised and invited a young man to come in. He saw the whole process clearly from the side, so he knew it.

Yuan Ping understood Mengchangjun's preferences best. When he saw that he was paying special attention to the young man, he quickly got up from the table. He raised the bead curtain and leaned on the railing to look up to the "high platform". From here, he had a clear view of the scenery below.

Surprisingly, he turned around and looked around, but he didn't see the young man's figure.

It seems... he has been eliminated and is not eligible to participate in the "Climbing Platform".

Yuan Ping put down the bead curtain, turned around and shook his head towards Meng Changjun. Just as he was about to speak, suddenly there was a clear spring between the sky and the earth, and the tragic and deep music sounded. The extremely endowed emotional temperament instantly overwhelmed the whole audience. If the sound of the piano was like breaking gold,

The color of the cracked stone and the flute is desolate and sad, but the sound of the music is filled with rich simplicity of ancient times, rolling away on the field.

What musical instrument is this that plays such a majestic and vast range?

Yuan Ping was surprised.

Mr. Mengchang stood up and walked toward the railing behind the bead curtain.

Zhaicha main room

The young man in a fur coat, whose skin was as frosty as snow but whose lips were exceptionally bright, put down the freshly brewed sencha tea in his hand and stood up.

"Tao Xun?" He opened his soft lips softly.

A servant beside him came forward and said, "Mr. Lang, is this the black pottery xun designed by my Yin family?"

The Yin family is a descendant of Guan Zhong, a descendant of King Mu of Zhou Dynasty. There are many people in the family who are good at music. Among them, the Xun of the Yin family is a secret skill of the Yin family. People in the clan can recognize the tone when they hear the range.

The attendant who held the vessel asked doubtfully: "The Yin family's Xun has never been released to the outside world. Only the black pottery Xun a few days ago was presented to Young Master Xuan by Yin Si... Could it be that Young Master Xuan is playing it?"

The young man as beautiful as a summer flower shook his head: "It's not him."

He once heard Young Master Xuan play, but it was only at the beginning level. At this time, the player's skills were obviously beyond the proficient level, and he had some insights of his own.

"Could it be that the children of the Yin family came to participate in the climbing platform, but they have never heard of it. Sir, would you like to go and take a look?" asked the attendant with the utensil.

It was freezing cold outside, and the young man gathered up his collar embroidered with flowers and nodded.

"Go to the railing and have a look."

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main room main room

Sitting at the main table in this room are two people who are gifted in every aspect. One is unparalleled, the other is extraordinary and handsome. They brighten up the room. They each hold their own pieces and are playing chess quietly. Suddenly they hear this coming.

The empty and desolate sound paused for a moment.

"I am used to listening to the music of silk and bamboo, but this music is also unique..."

"This is Tao Xun."

"Mr. is still well-informed."

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Main library room

Mo Jing and Mount Chief Pei Nan were in the same room. Pei Nan was flipping through the letters with a calm look on his face. His everlasting and handsome brows were incomparably beautiful. Compared with him, Mo Jing's expression was quite gloomy. He stood silently.

The area with insufficient light appears cold and gloomy.

"Let's drink a cup of tea to calm down the fire." Peinan said calmly without raising his eyes.

"Why am I so angry?" Mo Jing raised his lips and glanced at him dissatisfied.

Peinan put down the bamboo slips in his hand, looked at him and said, "You have been feeling wrong since you went up the mountain today. Don't you feel it yourself?"

Mo Jing was startled.

"What's going on?" Penan lowered his eyes and asked.

Mo Jing was silent for a moment, but couldn't resist Panan's eyes. He said, "Actually, someone unexpected will appear in Japan today, but this person..."

At this time, a burst of music floated from outside the curtain, instantly suppressing the melodious sound of the piano. It gathered like water into a strong gurgling current, passing through the mountains, reefs and dangerous shoals with its tenacious vitality.

Merging into the rolling ocean of music.

Mo Jing was stunned for a moment, his words were cut off like this, and Peinan was also surprised.

He has long been familiar with the skill of "climbing the high platform". Who is this outstanding person?

And who played this instrument with such a simple, low and atmospheric sound?
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