The young lady from the Marquis's mansion came here yesterday to have some fun. If Chun sees her, she'll probably feel ashamed of herself.
And the way the Sixth Prince and the Third Miss were playfully bickering didn't seem like they had any conflict; it looked more like young lovers having a little tiff.
Yi Mu wasn't interested in these gossips at all, so he told them to sit down and not make a ruckus together.
Yi Mu had little artistic training, but the original owner had studied the zither.
It's not because I like it, it's because the zither can kill.
By infusing true energy into the zither's waves, each plucking and strumming action can transform the waves into sharp energy capable of slicing through delicate skin.
The music of the zither can control people's minds, and in the case of an assassination mission, it can achieve twice the result with half the effort.
And then there are the strings; once cut, they can be easily twisted around a vulnerable neck, taking a life in an instant.
A mere zither can be used in countless ways, concealing deadly intents – this is perhaps the most terrifying aspect of an assassin.
The music played in brothels is either lewd and decadent or refined and elegant, not suitable for anything too somber.
Using his body's instincts, Yi Mu played a piece called "Three Variations on Plum Blossom".
This is a piece that every qin player must know. It uses the plum blossom's noble and proud nature to symbolize a person of high moral character.
The first half of this piece requires almost no skill, but in the middle and later sections, the fingers almost become shadows on the strings.
It's not that difficult; with some practice over a period of time, you can manage to do it to some extent.
But this group of people clearly didn't take it to heart.
A perfectly good piece of music was turned into a wailing, howling sound by them.
Yi Mu already had a headache, and listening to this room full of awful noises was really giving him a headache.
He patted the table, signaling them to stop.
Xia smiled and rested her chin on her hand, beckoning to Yi Mu with her finger smeared with alluring balsam juice.
"Young master, I don't know how to do it. Can you teach me?"
The room erupted in laughter. Yi Mu heard a young master in the corner chuckle and say that Xia was really slutty.
Yi Mu ignored her, picked up his teapot, and walked out of the music room, leaving behind the words: "Wan Niang has been in a bad mood lately, you all should consider how to handle this."
Teachers have a responsibility to educate students well, but what if students' attitudes just won't get right no matter how you teach them?
Let them roam free, and let those who can control them manage them.
Not long after Yi Mu left the music room, Gui Nu came upstairs to find him.
"Young master, a matchmaker is looking for you downstairs. Will you see her?"
Matchmaker?
Yi Mu hadn't watched the plot for many days. He went downstairs and watched the plot as he walked.
This matchmaker was originally there to arrange a marriage for the second daughter of the Liu family.
He walked halfway there, saw this place, twitched his lips, turned around and left.
But it was too late; the matchmaker had already seen him.
"Young Master Qingmo!"
The matchmaker caught up with her, beaming with a warm smile: "I have some great news for you to know."
Yi Mu thought to himself, "You've got to be kidding me."
The matchmaker didn't give him a chance to speak, and went on and on, praising the young lady of the Liu family as an unparalleled beauty.
If it weren't for the fact that Yi Mu had a storyline as a cheat code, he would have believed it.
The matchmaker talked for a long time, but Yi Mu showed no sign of joy on his face, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
"Young Master Qingmo, what do you mean by that? Give me a message so I can go back to the Liu family."
Yi Mu: "I saw the Second Miss on the street just a few days ago. She was as big as a soldier, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, and a face like a full moon. How come she suddenly became a beauty in just a few days? Could she have been possessed by a demon?"
The matchmaker, who was spouting nonsense, was taken aback by his eloquence and was speechless for a moment.
Ignoring the unreliable matchmaker, Yi Mu turned and went upstairs.
The matchmaker stamped her foot and turned to go out into the street.
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