A refreshing and fragrant fragrance came through the layers of gauze, and an idea immediately came to Xie Fu's mind.
Zhang Lingluo’s room!
This white gauze curtain must be Zhang Lingluo's living room, so the place he is standing is not the hall, but the outer room of Zhang Lingluo's boudoir. There is actually a venue for elegant music performance in the boudoir. Xie Fu really doesn't know whether to call it presumptuous or presumptuous.
absurd.
The musicians held musical instruments and sat with their legs bent on the red brocade carpet. There were also musicians with large instruments on both sides.
Seeing that Xie Fu was still standing there, Zhu Cang turned around and pulled Xie Fu without making a sound, motioning for Xie Fu to follow him, and sat down beside him with his legs bent.
There was no sound in the hall with more than 20 people, not even footsteps could be heard, as if they were worried about waking someone up.
All the musicians were in place, and the hall was so quiet that one could hear the needle drop, and Assistant Master Duan waved his hand.
With a "dong" sound, the chimes sounded, breaking the tranquility of the hall, Chaoyang Music began, and the musicians began to play.
The eight-note harmony was so harmonious and majestic that it sounded like the sounds of heaven and earth. Xie Fu was immediately intoxicated. It was worthy of being called elegant music. Zhang Lingluo didn't think it was ridiculous at this time. Who wouldn't like such harmonious music?
Xie Fu is a person who loves music and can be regarded as a person who appreciates music. I just feel that the harmony is so beautiful.
"Hmm..." Suddenly a coquettish female voice came from within the layers of gauze.
Originally, it was difficult to hear this female voice under the elegant music and harmony, but thanks to Fu's extraordinary ears, he could hear it very clearly, and with his ears distinguishing the harmony, this female voice came very suddenly.
Zhang Lingluo's voice sounded like the laziness of someone who had just been awakened.
Chaoyang Music! The musicians played elegant music just to wake up Zhang Lingluo, right? This... this... this...
Nowadays, people like to play elegant music and play music at every court meeting. This Lingluo is even more exaggerated. Even when she gets out of bed, she has to grandly ask the previous group of musicians to play elegant music to get up.
What is this? Morning joy?
At this moment, I felt that there was nothing arrogant and outrageous that Ling Luo could not do.
If my daughter were like this, I would definitely beat her butt to pieces. I don’t know how Zhang, a wealthy and famous family member, managed his children, yet he was so indulgent and indifferent.
He must be too good at enjoying it. Xie Fu really doesn’t know how to describe it. It’s so exaggerated.
After the Chaoyang music was played and everything calmed down, four maids came in from outside, carrying gold basins and porcelain, and came in behind the curtain to help Zhang Lingluo wash, change clothes and make up.
The white gauze curtains swung open and drooped, and Xie Fu seemed to see some beautiful figures, but he didn't know if he was being dazzled.
Zhu Cang, who was next to him, suddenly pinched Xie Fu hard and glared at Xie Fu, as if to say, how dare you look inside.
Only then did Xie Fu realize that except for himself, all the musicians had straight eyes, and no one looked inside the gauze curtain.
This gauze curtain is heavy, and the distance is only a few steps, but it is an insurmountable distance that clearly distinguishes superiority and inferiority.
It's so artificial, it's obvious that Ling Luo's personality is not easy to get along with.
They should have left the stage after the performance, but the musicians stayed at their original positions, perhaps to pay homage to Miss Zhang as she dressed up.
It's just that if you want us to pay our respects, you need to lift off these layers of gauze, so that at most we can only pay homage to a faint fragrance and a trace of love.
It seems that there must be a sequel. Xie Fu looked at Zhu Cang, but Zhu Cang remained silent and signaled him to be silent with his eyes.
The sound of a needle dropping could be heard, and the sound of getting dressed came from within the gauze curtain. Although it was a little far away and the sound was low, Xie Fu's ears were unusually strong, but he could hear it clearly.
Then there was the sound of gargling tea in the mouth, and the sound of water falling into the basin, as soft as water in a small stream.
Even the sound of the sweat towel wiping the face with water, and the sound of his daughter's jewelry and hairpins being put down slightly, Fu Xie could also hear clearly, and he was amused in his heart. My ears are better than my eyes.
This process lasted for a quarter of an hour. Xie Fu heard the sound of footsteps coming out in unison. At this time, he was a little curious about the difference between Zhang Lingluo's image now and that day.
Seeing the ripples of the gauze curtain, Master Duan seemed to have been instructed. He moved his hand and made a "ding" sound. This time the chime sounded first, and all the musicians started playing in tacit understanding, as if to welcome the distinguished guests.
Xie Fu had just taken a rough look at the music score, and he immediately recognized from the harmonies that this was the Shu He Jia Yuan music in the Fifteenth Harmony. The harmony this time was a bit more gorgeous than before.
The two maids untied the last layer of gauze, and a young Chinese girl in her twenties came out in the middle.
What comes into view is a goose-shaped face as pure as water. She was born and raised well in a wealthy family since she was a child. The girl's skin can be broken by blows and is very tender. Her beautiful eyes are as sweet as spring water.
Seeing this innocent and beautiful face, Xie Fu felt a strong contrast with the young man in white. He changed into women's clothes and became a completely different person.
Such a pure girl's face, yet her every move is so arrogant.
Her clothes are very special. She is not a Hu or a Han. She wears a light pink close-fitting silk dress that wraps up Qu Miao's slender body. On her elegant and snow-white neck, she wears a butterfly-shaped mesh breast ornament made of gold and silver, like a general's neck armor.
Her hairstyle is also very special. She has a green jade sword hairpin on her head and her black hair is pulled up, but she has two long sideburns that hang down in front of her shoulders.
Xie Fu took another look at the green jade sword hairpin. This green jade sword hairpin was what he wanted to pick! It was on top of Zhang Lingluo's head at the moment.
Zhang Lingluo was wearing a silk dress with a skirt that reached to her knees, but the skirt was bifurcated and diagonally splayed. As she walked, the skirt opened and closed like a phoenix tail.
What's even better is that her legs are wrapped in tight-fitting trousers made of silk material. Although the skin color is invisible, the outline of her legs is not hidden. Her feet are high leather lace boots.
This kind of dress is as chic and elegant as men's clothing and as soft and sentimental as women's clothing. Even though Fu Xie is well-informed, he still can't recognize the clothing from this place.
But little did he know that Zhang Lingluo had painted these by herself and had them specially made by a tailor. She was the only one in the world who dressed like this. How could Xie Fu know where the clothes were from?
Xie Fu nodded secretly in his heart. Although he was dressed in a special way, he had to say that it had a special sense of beauty. It was more light and elegant than the long skirt.
All the musicians were concentrating on playing, and although Mr. Xie was observing secretly, he did not forget to put the sheng in his hand to his mouth to show off.
Only Zhu Cang, who was next to Xie Fu, could notice that Xie Fu was secretly looking at Zhang Lingluo, and secretly rubbed Xie Fu on his leg, as if to say, you are looking for death, so boldly looking directly at Miss Zhang.
It is obviously a sweet and pretty face that is as pure as water and makes men feel protective. How can it make people so fearful?
Since Zhu Cang reminded him, Xie Fu withdrew his gaze and looked at her secretly. With so many people, Miss Zhang might not notice him.
Zhang Lingluo suddenly glanced at Xie Fu, her eyes locked on Xie Fu like a sword. Xie Fu couldn't help but shudder when he saw her glance, he found me!
I quickly calmed down, and now that I had changed my appearance, she couldn't recognize me at all. Plus, she must have done a lot of outrageous things, so she might not have any impression of me.
Zhang Lingluo's eyes quickly returned to sweetness and softness, and she smiled softly: "You are the new musician."
When Fu Xie heard Zhang Lingluo's voice, he immediately got goosebumps all over his body. He wanted to put down the instrument and rub his hands and feet immediately. Fortunately, he was sitting with his legs bent, otherwise his legs would have softened on the spot.
Zhang Lingluo's voice had a crying tone and a strong nasal sound, like a woman moaning. It was the first time he heard a woman have such a voice.
Is this her original voice? When she was wearing white men's clothing that day, her voice was not like this!
After Zhang Lingluo said something, she looked back and took the Tingting Lotus Step.
Xie Fu felt uncomfortable all over and couldn't rub his hands and feet. He just felt that something needed to be done, so he started playing the sheng with his mouth.
The sound of the sheng was clear and unique, but it was faintly suppressed by the sound of the chorus, and the well-trained and orderly rhythm of elegant music was unexpectedly led astray by Xie Fu.
Master Duan's expression changed when he heard the sound, and he pressed his hands gently to indicate that the rhythm should be slowed down and not so brisk, but no matter how he coordinated it, the rhythm would not come back.
Zhang Lingluo stopped and listened for a while, then turned around.
Master Duan immediately broke into a cold sweat when he saw it. Perhaps because of Zhang Lingluo's move, the harmony was confused for a moment, but was soon brought up by Xie Fu's music.
Zhang Lingluo smiled mysteriously at Xie Fu who was playing the sheng: "Newcomer, you play very well, I like it very much."
If it were another fake person who received such special attention from Zhang Lingluo, he would inevitably feel guilty, but Xie Fu didn't care. This was probably the truth in the art of war.
No one would have thought that a fake person would dare to be so high-profile, although this high-profile is a bit accidental.
Of course, Xie Fu's psychological quality is also very good. When he pretended to be a county magistrate in Wuxi County, he didn't have any stage fright. Even when faced with an old fox like Ma Zuodu, he was able to advance and retreat in a controlled manner, so that Ma Zuo couldn't figure out whether he was real or not.
As Zhang Lingluo left, the elegant music also stopped.
The gazes of all the musicians fell on Mr.
Assistant Master Duan even directly questioned him: "Who told you to brag? Didn't I tell you? It was just a show. You almost killed us all."
Xie Fu pretended to be weak and replied: "When the lady looked at me, I felt a little nervous, so I blew it off." In fact, he was made uncomfortable by Zhang Lingluo's crying tone.
It is inevitable to be a little nervous when you appear on such an occasion for the first time. Assistant Master Duan said in a deep voice: "Okay, please remember my words next time."
A group of musicians left the hall, and Zhu Cang, who was traveling with Xie Fu, whispered: "You're done. The lady may have taken a liking to you."
Xie Fu sounded a little strange when he said this. It should be a good thing to be favored by the daughter of a famous family. Why did he finish saying, "Brother Zhu, what do you mean?"
Zhu Cang said: "You are not the first person that the lady has taken a liking to. I don't know how to tell you. Just be mentally prepared."
Xie Fu was even more confused when he heard this. Wasn't he the first one? Could it be that this Ling Luo had a very confusing relationship between men and women at such a young age, so she could be the reincarnated Princess of Shanyin.
Thinking of Zhang Lingluo's pure and pure face, Xie Fu really couldn't connect her with someone like Princess Shanyin.
