Yu Wuluo and Lei Fengqi looked at each other, then looked at the fat white boy: "This is..."
"Are you sick? Is there anything we can do to help?" This was Yu Wuluo.
"What kind of madness is this?" This is Lei Fengqi.
The fat white boy was puzzled and asked: "Do these two sentences from the guest mean the same thing?"
Yu Wuluo and Lei Fengqi said in unison: "Haha, it's easy to talk."
"Bang!"
The door opened, and the man who claimed to be the master of Wuchen put his head in and roared: "Yin Feng, drive them away!"
The fat and white boy drank the wind and replied seriously: "Sir, you often say that you should treat guests with hospitality."
Yu Wuluo came back to his senses: "The owner of the thatched cottage in Yucheng ordered me to come and pay homage."
"Get out! Egg!"
"Bang!"
The Wuchen master slammed the door.
Lei Fengqi took a deep breath and said loudly: "The general trend of the world will fall into pieces at any time. Sir, if you have any wise ideas, please give me some advice."
From his point of view, Xiao Yu is looking for people who are sensible and can make suggestions even if they don't leave the mountain.
"Get out! Your! Egg!"
The treatment was really different, Wu Chen's master cursed him with four words.
The fat white boy had a sad look on his face, and he bowed lightly and said: "Invite us two guests. My master is indeed ill. He doesn't usually get sick. When he is irritated, there is no cure. He can only stay away from the root of the disease. I'm really sorry."
Yu Wuluo, who had been living up to his reputation as "my little cousin is eccentric", was so angry that he had a surly temper. He returned to the boat with a straight face. The fat and white boy was quite polite and stood on the shore in the fog to see him off: "Have a nice trip. Sorry for the inconvenience."
Sending far away."
"Ding ding!"
The boat was motionless, the sound of the piano was solemn, and the fat white boy was dumbfounded. What was he playing?
Ambush from all sides!
The sound of music soon enveloped the world, the fog was like arrows, the sound of water was like plucking a bowstring, and it seemed like hundreds of thousands of soldiers were coming from all directions.
The fierce war scene is shown through the delicate fingers of the piano player, making this place become a place of great battle.
Lei Fengqi, who returned to the boat together, almost didn't laugh. Let's just say that his little cousin is not easy to mess with. He also has several little cousins in his family, and each one is more difficult to deal with.
According to the principle that elder brothers are like fathers, cousins abide by the rules, and everyone lives together, so they are generally afraid of their elder brothers. This is not the case for cousins. Today, I will beat my cousins up together, and it is still a safe place to shrink back and go home.
Little cousin Yu Wuluo was so angry that he went straight back to the boat and sat down to play a wartime song.
"Go away, bastard, how dare you play something so murderous in front of me, okay, just wait for me..."
Master Wuchen's curses have no effect, and the sound of his piano comes out. The surrounding fields are peaceful and the moon is bright, and what he plays is always joyful, peaceful, and smooth.
The scene of the scholar encountering the soldiers appeared in the music, and the peaceful music was not lost.
Even though Yu Wuluo plucked the strings, he couldn't suppress the love and peace from the other party's heart.
The two began to compete with each other to see who could stop first.
Zhao Tinggong suddenly enlightened, stood on the bow of the ship with his hands behind his hands and said loudly: "The snow-capped mountains are covered by long clouds in Qinghai, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never return it until it is broken."
"The wild geese fly high in the dark moon, and the Chan Yu flees at night. When he tries to chase the Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers his bow and sword."
He was not as smart as Zhao Tingxiao in reading, but he was still very good at reading. Now he was reciting ancient poems related to war one by one. When his pride came out, he began to compose his own poems.
Lei Feng laughed so hard that he almost hit the deck. He figured that when Xiao Yu should take a break, he replaced her. He raised his hand and waved his fingers. Master Wu Chen simply howled angrily: "No bombing, this is not a military camp."
He could actually hear it as military music, and not as a famous song like General's Order.
Lei Fengqi is no stranger to military music. He can play almost all the military music publicly recognized by the Ministry of War. Some military music is only played in his own military camp and has not been circulated. It is impossible for Lei Fengqi to play it.
The sonorous sound of the piano made the fog in the lake seem to be swirling violently. Master Wuchen could not resist the strength of two people by himself. He shouted hoarsely: "Yinfeng, Pinlu, take out your guys and fight them!"
Another fat and white boy walked out of the room. Yin Feng was about the same age as Pin Lu. He took two flutes and gave one to Yin Feng to see him off.
The two boys shook their heads and played the flute. The melodious melody of peace and peace of mind all year round was mixed with the military music of thunder and wind.
Yu Wuluo's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he jumped off the boat and ran straight to the house. Amidst the screams of Wuchen's master, Yu Wuluo quickly came out, holding a big drum, several flutes in his sleeves, and a long flute in his belt.
He went up and ran back excitedly: "There are indeed many musical instruments in the room."
Gao Shan grabbed the drum, and Zhao Tinggong took the long flute. When the drum beat loudly, the flute was from the side.
The six boatmen also forgot about their temporary identities, leaving two at the helm. Four of them jumped out of the cabin with swords drawn, and they practiced fighting in pairs.
Yu Wuluo took a flute and sat down opposite Lei Fengqi, but she couldn't play it with a smile. Her red cheeks were full of smiles, and her unique cunning was also full of them.
Lei Fengqi accidentally glanced at her and was startled, thinking that Xiao Yu was plotting against her again, but then he thought that everyone had joined forces to bully her.
While he was playing the piano, he was laughing so hard that he was afraid that he would come out. A little cousin like him should be very careful in everything he does.
The entire lake was covered with heavy fog, and going straight to the southeast from here, the old businessman on the lakeside was waiting anxiously: "Did you follow me? Did you buy a boat and disembark elsewhere? No, no, this lake is not a river, you have to take a boat.
You can’t even board or disembark from here if you’re in a hurry.”
The old businessman listened attentively to hear what seemed to be in the lake, but if he didn't hear the truth, he stopped listening: "Anyway, that kid won't lose in a fight. At most, I won't have the chance to see the Thirteen Styles of Heaven."
...
In the middle of the lake mist, Master Wuchen walked to the dock with one foot lowered and one higher than the other. He could see the injuries on his hanging fingertips, and his shoulders were also higher and lower. He weakly made a truce: "Let's talk it over, I won't go with you.
My ancestors have not been concerned about ascending the throne or anything like that. Look at my lake, this fog, and my music. Aren’t they better than the throne?"
Yu Wuluo Lei Fengqi was shocked along with the people on the boat and asked: "What did you say?"
Standing close, you can see that despite his anger, he maintains a clean appearance. He plays the piano and enjoys the mist and flowers all day long. His eyes show that he is no longer youthful and childish, but there is not a single wrinkle on his face, just like the body of a thirty-year-old man.
Enter the twenty-year-old soul.
He said, can the throne be as good as my current life?
It's a true statement.
Master Wuchen said dryly: "The person named Yu is not a good person. When he came to pay homage to my grandfather, he stayed here for three months with a good musical instrument. He ate and drank for free and even cheated me out of money before leaving."
He always said that the master was elegant, and the guests were frightened. As a result, after he became an official, he wrote letters every three days, saying that the prince should not be neglected, and he always wanted to trick my grandfather into taking the whole family to Beijing. My family has never looked down on the prince or his highness. Why?
, Old Yu can’t move around, will Xiao Yu take over and harass him?”
Yu Wuluo didn't even hear the scolding of her grandfather and herself. Her jaw dropped and she murmured: "The crown prince doesn't want to ascend the throne. What's going on?"
Master Wuchen shook his fist at her: "Old Yu knows, Xiao Yu, don't pretend to be confused. My ancestor was the deposed prince of the previous dynasty, and the throne is nothing. Lei Fengqi wants to take the throne, right? Then let him take the throne.
, he is ambitious and has a pig head and a pig brain to seek fame and fortune. My family will not object or serve him."