Aspiring to the Ten Kingdoms

Chapter 92
Luo Youdu leaned against the beautiful woman's arms, his eyes were a little blurred, but he secretly cried out in his heart.

In all likelihood, General Zhao was Zhao Kuangyin, and it was unexpected that he would attack so quickly.

Zhao Kuangyin's martial arts is not invincible in this era, it is also equal to the level of Wujue in the Condor Shooting novels.

Ceiling level presence.

In his memory, when Zhao Kuangyin was marching south to Huainan, he once rushed into the enemy's formation alone, cut down the enemy's chief general with a single sword, and then captured the enemy's deputy general alive, and returned calmly.

This level of force may not be able to control the situation in a large-scale battle, but in a small-scale encounter, it is invincible.

If there is anyone in the Great Zhou army who can contend against him, in Luo Youdu's memory, Gao Huaide is the only one.

If Gao Huaide is really allowed to marry Zhao Kuangyin's younger sister, and the two of them fight together, who can stand it?
No matter what happens to Guo Rong in the future, this Zhao Kuangyin has to be on guard.

Now he may not have the ambition to dominate the world, but a person like him probably has the same virtue as himself, he will climb up when he catches the opportunity, and he wants to win over talents when he grabs the talent.

From the perspective of her attire, Xianglian was obviously a level higher than the beauty next to her.

She is gorgeously dressed, beautiful but not gaudy, and does not rely on pure beauty to attract attention.

Xianglian bowed slightly to Han Lingkun and Luo Youdu respectively, and then sat in front of the seven-stringed guqin, gently plucking the strings.

Different from the previous Mimizhiyin, Xianglian's piano sound is more crisp and ethereal.

Luo Youdu is not proficient in temperament, but he also thinks that the sound played by Xianglian is very pleasant and very pleasant.

Leaning in the arms of the beautiful woman, she closed her eyes and listened carefully.

After listening to the song, I just opened my eyes.

Seeing that Han Lingkun was teasing the beautiful woman in his arms, he had no intention of listening to the piano at all.

Come to think of it, did you really come to this place to listen to the piano?
Pretentious.

If he didn't have more important things, he wouldn't listen to the piano.

No matter how nice the piano sounds.

After clapping his palms, Luo Youdu said: "This song is novel and very different from other qin songs in the world. Do you have a name?"

He has only heard a handful of qin music in his life, and even playing him an ancient tune from a bad street 500 years ago still feels novel.

Xianglian Yingying returned the gift and said: "The name of this song is 'Xi Chun'. Taking advantage of the passing of spring, I feel that time flies. It has only been a few months since the song was completed. At that time, Mr. was still in Fengzhou, so I had never heard it."

"Xichun, what a Xichun, the person who made this song deeply felt the meaning of cherishing spring and cherishing time."

Luo Youdu clapped his hands and sighed.

There was a hint of joy in Xianglian's eyes, it made her happier that someone complimented her lover than complimenting her.

Suddenly he clasped his hands together and called out, "Bring paper and pen!"

How can these beauties who hang out in brothels have no eyesight.

In just a moment, the pen and paper had been prepared, and the lovely man was grinding it finely, and sent the pen soaked with ink to his hand.

Luo Youdu wrote vigorously:

A glass of wine with a new word, an old pavilion in the weather last year. When does the sunset go back?

There is no choice but to let the flowers fall, and it seems that Yan once returned. Small garden fragrant path wandering alone.

This is the representative work of Yan Shu, a poet of the Song Dynasty, and it happens to be a sympathy for spring and cherish the time. It is to mourn the remnant spring and express the passing of time, which echoes the "Song of Cherishing Spring" played by Xianglian.

"There is no choice but to fall, and it seems that Yan is returning."

Xianglian chanted this sentence, her eyes sparkled, and she said: "I thought that no one in the world knew Gao Lang better than my concubine, but now I realize that Mr. is Gao Lang's confidant. I impudently beg you to give me calligraphy, and I will pass it on as a gift. Gao Lang." She was afraid that Luo Youdu would not know who Gao Lang was, so she said again: "Gao Lang is the commander of the right side of the cavalry, Gao Huaide, and "Xi Chun Song" was written by him."

Luo Youdu said magnanimously: "If you don't have this song, and you don't have this word, then Miss Xianglian will donate it for you."

Xianglian thanked her again and again, and took away the calligraphy and painting like a treasure.

Seeing this change, Han Lingkun was stunned. Finally, he was overwhelmed with admiration. He couldn't say a word, but just gave him a thumbs up.

The lights are on, and the night is still young.

Han Lingkun obviously had more to say than finished.

However, Luo Youdu dragged Han Lingkun away from Cuixiang Tower contentedly.

"I made a mistake, I didn't expect Brother Luo to be a chick. You really have to cherish one or two, at least you have to mate with a chick, and use the chick to attack the chick. Next time a girl comes out of the cabinet, brother, I will invite you again."

What should be done has been done, but Luo Youdu didn't want to casually explain his first confession here, so he pulled Han Lingkun out of Cuixiang Tower.

Han Lingkun was a little upset at first, but when he learned the reason, there was a burst of joy in his heart.

They haven't been dating for a long time, and Luo Youdu gave him a feeling of superiority. Now that he finds out about each other's embarrassing things, the vague estrangement is gone.

They are all human beings, but their fields of expertise are different.

Luo Youdu didn't want to talk to Han Lingkun any more, and went home angrily.

Han Lingkun laughed and went back home.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a heavy knock on the door, and Luo Youdu woke up in a dream, and patted his head sadly. The feeling of being forced to wake up in a deep sleep made him sleepwalking, and his head was aching.

"Who! Come on, stop knocking!"

Luo Youdu slowly got up from the bed.

A voice came from outside the house: "I, Gao Huaide!"

When Luo Youdu heard the word "Gao Huaide", before he could react for a while, he patted his face and forced himself to wake up.

He suddenly remembered Han Lingkun's evaluation of Gao Huaide: "Old Gao has a weird temper and is not easy to get along with. He likes hunting. When he gets angry, he will just ride his horse and leave regardless of the time and occasion."

It turned out to be this uncle!This character of going its own way is absolutely perfect.

Walking to the hall, I heard the sound of groping and searching from the next door.

Luo Youdu said: "Hu Bo, don't get up. My friend, I have something to do with you. You can go on sleeping and don't need to be entertained."

As he spoke, he found the fire folder, lit the oil lamps on the left and right pillars, and opened the door.

Two black shadows appeared outside the door one after the other.

With the lanterns in their hands, it is not difficult to recognize that the one behind is a woman, it is today...

He glanced in the direction of the moon, the girl Xianglian he met yesterday.

The man in front was tall, but it was too dark, and Luo Youdu's eyes hadn't fully adapted, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

"come in!"

Luo Youdu thought that all of this was self-inflicted, and he could only admit that he was unlucky.

"Miss Xianglian, you go first, I'll go get the piano first." Gao Huaide didn't even enter the door, turned around and walked to the horses outside the house.

Luo Youdu took out the mat from the cabinet in the back room.

It happened that Gao Huaide also walked into the room holding the piano.

It was only now that Luo Youdu could see his appearance clearly.

Dressed in white, with a straight nose and a wide mouth, and a short beard under his jaw, he is not handsome, but matched with his burly figure, there is a masculine masculine charm in his gestures.

He walked into the room, and said very familiarly: "Excuse me, I heard Mr.'s excellent work today, and suddenly felt that "Xi Chun Song" was far from worthy of Mr.'s words, so I specially made revisions, and I invite Mr. to comment."

　Huaide's son, who practiced military affairs, didn't like reading, was simple and frank, and didn't care about trifles.Good temperament, self-made new voice, very exquisite tune.He is good at shooting and hunting. He sleeps in the wild for three to five days, and he has hundreds of foxes and rabbits. Or he will rise up without bowing to the guests, and lead dozens of horses and fowls to the suburbs from other gates.

　　This outrageous personality is definitely not something I made up!
　　Thank you book friend Lie Huo Xiangfang for the reward!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)