Xu Wenyang yelled angrily: “Chen Ning, you dare to talk to Xiang Shao like this, you are looking for death!”
Song Yumei also jumped up like a cat stepped on its tail, and drove her husband Xu Wenyang away from Chen Ning. At the same time, she bitterly said: “If you miss, you can die by yourself, but don’t hurt us.”
Xu Wenyang immediately said to Xiang Xichu: “Xiang Shao, our husband and wife have nothing to do with this kid. We just set up a table for tea, and all his words and deeds have nothing to do with us.”
“If you want to kill him or slash him, you can do whatever you want.”
Xiang Xichu and Chen Ning are facing each other, and conflicts are about to break out.
But at this moment, Jiang Yizhou had already hurried over.
Jiang Yizhou angrily said to Xiang Xichu, “Xiang Shao, what do you mean?”
When Xiang Xichu saw Jiang Yizhou, the expression on his face eased a little, and explained: “Miss Jiang, this guy is rude to you, I am going to teach him a lesson.”
Xiang Xichu’s attack on Chen Ning was not only because Chen Ning said that Jiang Yizhou was not what he was doing, there was another more important reason, that is, Xiang Xichu regarded Chen Ning as the enemy who killed his sister.
Jiang Yizhou didn’t know the complexity, she coldly said to Xiang Xichu: “Xiang Shao, this is my teahouse, and this gentleman is my guest here.”
“My tea art and piano skills, how guests judge is the guest’s freedom, I will not interfere, and I will not allow you to insult my guests.”
Xiang Xichu said annoyed: “But this guy said that your tea skills are average, and your piano skills are even worse.”
“Miss Jiang, you can bear it, but I can’t bear him.”
Xu Wenyang said in help: “Yes, Miss Jiang, this guy pretends to be noble and keeps degrading you, we can’t see it.”
Song Yumei also looked at Chen Ning with a sneer: “That’s right, this guy said that other people have mediocre tea skills and poor piano skills, as if he has a lot of skills?”
The tea guests at the scene were all fans or admirers of Jiang Yizhou.
Everyone’s emotions were incited, and they yelled: “This kid said so much about Fairy Jiang, let him show both.”
“Yes, let him make tea and let him play the piano. If he is better than Ms. Jiang, that’s all; if he is a idiot and dares to slander Ms. Jiang, then none of us will let him go.”
Jiang Yizhou was silent this time and looked at Chen Ning.
She consciously looks outstanding, but Chen Ning has never seen her straight.
She thinks she is good at tea art and piano, but Chen Ning says she is so-so.
People have self-esteem. What’s more, she has stronger self-esteem.
She also wanted to see if Chen Ning, who talked loudly, had real materials?
When Xiang Xichu saw that Jiang Yizhou no longer defended Chen Ning, and no longer helped Chen Ning speak, he sneered and said to Chen Ning: “I heard that there is nothing?”
“Everyone wants you to make tea and Fuqin, see if you are good or Miss Jiang is good.”
“If you can’t even match Miss Jiang, then we will assume that you are deliberately discrediting Miss Jiang, and I will be the first to let you go.”
Everyone at the scene looked at Chen Ning.
The corner of Chen Ning’s mouth rose slightly, and she chuckled: “My kid, it’s not that I don’t understand tea ceremony or piano skills, but you don’t deserve me to make tea and play the piano.”
In a word, Xiang Xichu flushed.
He was born in a wealthy family, and he has been the object of others to indulge wherever he was since he was a child. How can he ever be so angry?
His face was pale with anger, and his body was trembling slightly.
Jiang Yizhou was also stunned.
In the capital, someone dared to collide with Xiang Shao like this. Isn’t it too courageous?
Are the ignorant and fearless, or are they fearless?
Jiang Yizhou was not sure, but she didn’t want to see Chen Ning being taught by Xiang Xichu, so she hurriedly spoke up and said, “This gentleman, everyone is curious about your skills.”
“Why don’t you just take it for my sake, and teach me how to show tea or piano skills?”
Chen Ning is a young marshal in the North, how could he give someone a tea and fuqin casually, then what has he become?
He calmly refused: “One word of teaching is called a teacher, you are not relatives to me, why should I teach you?”
Jiang Yizhou opened his eyes wide and looked at Chen Ning in disbelief.
mad!
This guy is so arrogant, not only doesn’t he put Xiang Shao in his eyes, he doesn’t even give her the face of Fairy Jiang.
Song Pingting knew Chen Ning’s grudge with the Xiang family, and learned that this person was the son of Xiang Ge, for fear that Chen Ning would quarrel with the Xiang family again.
She hurriedly said softly to Chen Ning, “Husband, if you can play the guqin, you can play it for everyone, right?”
Chen Ning didn’t give any face, but as soon as Song Pingting spoke, he agreed with a smile.
“Okay, I’ll just play a song.”
“This song is not for anyone, but for you.”
Song Pingting heard this, her pretty face flushed slightly, her eyes shy and happiness.
Tong Ke next to him secretly shook his head. This brother-in-law is starting to spoil his cousin again. He really spoils his wife.
Soon, under the gaze of everyone, Chen Ning walked into the Accord with the guqin and sat down at will.
The scene was quiet.
Everyone listened attentively.
Chen Ning placed both hands on the guqin, and gently flicked the strings with the fingers of his right hand, which seemed to be an audition.
The guqin made two melodious sounds of clank and clank.
Everyone at the scene had different expressions, but most of them didn’t believe how good Chen Ning was.
After all, there are few people who can play the guqin, and those who are better at guqin than Fairy Jiang are even rarer.
Xiang Xichu even folded his arms and looked at Chen Ning with a sneer.
Song Pingting, Jiang Yizhou and Tong Ke were full of expectations and listened carefully.
Zheng——
Chen Ning began to play the piano, and the melodious sound of the piano slowly sounded.
Jiang Yizhou frowned slightly. Chen Ning obviously can play the guqin, but Chen Ning’s tune is something she has never had before. She was surprised: “What kind of tune is this, it looks like a lyrical style.”
Chen Ning’s face was serene, his hands gently shook the guqin, and the melodious and beautiful sound of the piano flowed from his fingertips…
The sound of the piano has a magical power.
Refreshing!
Everyone couldn’t help closing their eyes and listening to the sound of nature.
After closing his eyes, everyone’s mind followed the sound of the piano, and different pictures appeared.
In Jiang Yizhou’s mind, the picture that emerged was a peaceful and beautiful village, a newly-married couple, under the blessing of relatives and friends, worshipping and getting married.
The bridegroom is handsome, the bride is beautiful, and a perfect couple.
At this time, the sound of the piano suddenly changed, changed from gentle and lyrical, and quickly became tragic.
There is a peaceful and beautiful village. The scene is full of enemies riding knives, burning the village, committing adultery and looting, flames everywhere, corpses everywhere, blood everywhere, shocking.
At this time, the sound of the piano became more and more urgent.
The picture in Jiang Yizhou’s mind turned into a refugee fleeing, the newly married wife, following the elderly women and children, fleeing south. The newly married husband resolutely joined the army and joined the team to fight against the enemy…
The sound of the piano is getting faster and faster and stronger.
The picture in Jiang Yizhou’s mind has turned into a picture of the Central Plains army fighting a decisive battle with the foreign enemy army. The golden horse, the flesh and blood…
Finally, the decisive battle was accepted, the mountains and plains were full of corpses, unable to distinguish the enemy from us, and the blood stained the rivers red.
On the entire battlefield, there was only one unowned warhorse wailing.
Almost everyone died. The owner of the horse, the newly married bridegroom, his body also fell by the river, and he was still holding half of the jade pendant he had agreed to use when he met his wife…
At this time, the sound of the piano slowed down, extremely slow, like crying…
The picture in Jiang Yizhou’s mind changed, in a dilapidated village in the south and a dilapidated cottage.
The bride who fled to the south with the refugees shortly after the wedding.
She fell asleep on the thatch bed just in the middle of the night, with a tear-stained face, she was asleep and smiled.
About in a dream, I saw her husband return triumphantly.
At this time, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.
Jiang Yizhou opened his eyes, his eyes were already full of tears, and he slowly sighed, “Poor Wuding Riverside bones are still in the dreams of spring boudoirs.”
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