Jiang Wanyi endured for a long time, but still couldn't help but said sourly: "... Third cousin is really good to sister Luo."

Lu Yun thought: ...Is that so?

He looked at Luo Lingyu. How come he didn't know what banquet he was invited to? Jinyue shouldn't be so brave to hide it from him, right? Jinyue should know that he would normally accept Luo Lingyu's invitation. But now he knew nothing. Seeing Luo Lingyu's guilty look, Lu Yun naturally knew that the problem was with Luo Lingyu.

She told her cousins ​​that she had invited him to the party, but in fact she didn't invite him at all.

It's just a formality, pretending that you've been invited.

Finally, I regretfully reached a consensus with my cousins: No one is special in Lu Saburo's eyes, and Lu Saburo will not give face to anyone.

Luo Lingyu was extremely beautiful, and had a natural advantage in getting along with a man. But getting along with a girl required some careful thinking. If she aroused the jealousy of others every day, it would not be good for her, a cousin who lived under someone else's roof. That was why she spoke completely different words to her cousin and in front of him.

Lu Yun lowered his eyes and found that he could now stand in her shoes and think for her.

He clenched the purse in his hand again: ...Is this what "May my love be as unshakable as a mountain" means?

...If he truly loves, his love will be as unshakable as a mountain.

When Lu Yun was lost in thought, Luo Lingyu had already walked over. She was a little embarrassed, but she didn't want him to expose her hypocrisy. She looked up and pleaded with him, then turned her back to the cousin and asked with a smile, "I didn't expect that I could actually ask my third cousin to come. My third cousin is so busy, are you willing to play with us?"

Luo Lingyu's scalp was tingling, her eyelashes were trembling, her cheeks were flushed, and she waited nervously. She kept twisting her fingers in her sleeves.

She felt embarrassed, thinking that he had caught her again.

What would Lu Yun think of her... When she was feeling uneasy, the man raised his warm hand and wiped her shoulders. The girl's shoulders were stiff, and the man's breath brushed her cheeks. Hearing that there was no rebuke or disgust in Lu Yun's tone, he whispered: "I came here to cheer up my cousin. What was my cousin doing just now?"

Luo Lingyu was a little surprised: "...singing while tapping chopsticks."

Lu Yun said "Oh" and said slowly: "Then how about I play the xiao to accompany you?"

Luo Lingyu raised her head suddenly.

Eyes met.

Love is like water.

Endless lingering.

Chapter 86

She wandered around, tapping her chopsticks and singing softly.

"I play the zither and sing a short song, but it can't last long. The bright moon shines on my bed, and the Milky Way flows westward in the endless night!"

The moon is shining, the night is still long, and the strings of the zither are playing. Luo Lingyu loves this poem very much. The beauty of the rhythm flowing in the poem is extremely rare, fresh and lively, smart and bold. When she composed the music, it seemed as if she could see the poet singing and reciting the poem at night. The women regretted not asking dancers to interpret this poem for them, so Luo Lingyu simply went on stage and sang with chopsticks.

Jiang Wanyi was nudged by the girl behind her. She looked at him with a smile and sighed, "This year's 'Flower Goddess' has always been won by Madam Chen. I also want to know how powerful Sister Luo is."

Although Jiang Wanyi was not present during the "Flower Goddess Selection" that day, she could imagine the sensation Luo Lingyu caused. Some girls said sourly that Luo Lingyu just danced a novel dance and won the favor of the celebrities. But Jiang Wanyi knew that the celebrities would never just look at a novel dance when selecting the "Flower Goddess". The girl's arrangement, her grasp of the music, the story of the selected rhetoric... all factored into the selection.

The celebrities chose beauties who were graceful and elegant, worthy of being included in paintings of court ladies and admired by future generations.

Now the chopsticks in the room fell crisply, and Miss Luo raised her long sleeves again and again, hitting the rows of porcelain bowls in front of her with the chopsticks in her hand accurately. She sang in a gentle voice. At the same time, the long and leisurely sound of the xiao sounded, like a flowing cloud chasing the moon, lingering around the girl.

The woman lowered her head and beat her chopsticks, while the man closed his eyes and played the xun.

The girl is smart and the man is elegant.

On the left and right, the singing, the chopsticks, and the last added xiao sound merged into one, winding the beams together. Music can best show the tacit understanding between people. This shows Lu Yun's skills - he is worthy of being a contemporary celebrity. He had never heard how Luo Lingyu sang or played, but his xiao sound came later, but he was able to slowly keep up with the rhythm.

Such a talented man! He has the demeanor of a famous scholar, and is a master in all arts, including music, chess, poetry, and painting. He is the "Mr. Seeking Plum Blossoms" that Luo Lingyu admires the most.

Although she was constantly thinking about it, deep down, Luo Lingyu's favorite people were always those who were pure, proud, and extraordinary like Xunmei Jushi. And the celebrity she admired was Lu Yun. Luo Lingyu smiled, turned her face to the side, and the moon-shaped earrings under her ears floated on her snow-like cheeks like water waves. Her clear eyes reflected the look from her lover.

The midnight starry sky hung in the sky, and there was a faint smile in his eyes.

Girls: “Hmm…”

They were both excited by the wonderful coordination of the singing and the music, and also lost in the wonderful coordination of the two. Some people looked at Luo Niangzi, and some looked at Lu Sanlang, all with gloomy eyes. Jiang Wanyi was also like a lost soul, looking left and right, and it was hard to tell what she felt in her heart:

Lu Sanlang is a well-known scholar today. Every time she comes to the Lu family, Mrs. Lu asks Lu Sanlang to teach her how to write poems and paint. But Lu Sanlang is so perfunctory.

…She didn’t even know he could play the xiao.

The girls had long noticed the ambiguous and subtle relationship between Lu Sanlang and the daughter of the Luo family. They had previously asked Luo Lingyu to invite Lu Yun just to test the waters. Now that the test had yielded results, the girls were not very happy. Only Miss Luo Yunhuan, who sat closest to her sister and future brother-in-law, sat closer and closer, her eyes brighter as she listened.

Such a nice sound!

The song ended, Lu Yun put down the xiao from his lips, and Jiang Wanyi had already walked over. The girl's cheeks were flushed, and she looked at him shyly with the admiration that Lu Yun was familiar with. Jiang Wanyi was about to praise Lu Sanlang for his prowess, but Lu Yun stood up. He was still as noble and cold as the snow on the top of the mountain, and Lu Sanlang was not more gentle to the girl at home. Before Jiang Wanyi opened her mouth, Lu Yun said lightly: "I will leave tomorrow, and I don't know when we will meet again. I offer a bowl of wine to my cousin."