I inject positive energy into the world

Chapter 169: The Golden House with a Beautiful Girl
Jia Yuanchun is proficient in music and is good at playing the flute.

Although it is not quite right for your mouth, it is still played gracefully, with ups and downs, sometimes high, sometimes low, just like the lingering drizzle...

"Cough cough."

Jia Yuanchun knelt on the red glazed tiles beside her, covering her red lips and letting go of the jade flute that was not closing, and glanced at Ji Yang from the corner of her eyes. But Ji Yang happened to look at her and their eyes met.

Jia Yuanchun lowered her head in panic, her jade hands covering her red lips. She hesitated for a moment, swallowed her small, snow-white neck, and said incoherently, "Young Master..."

There was also a hint of crying in his voice.

Ji Yang smiled and said, "Aren't you thirsty and your throat itchy? You should be grateful to the young master."

Jia Yuanchun lowered her head in grievance, wanting to complain that Ji Yang was being too much. If you want to tickle someone, just tickle them. If you use too much force, you may easily break the skin.

But then she thought about how she had been in the palace for many years, and the pig demon emperor, maybe because he didn't like women or because he was in poor health, had never touched her. Now, just when she was about to escape, she was inexplicably captured by this man.

Although her virginity has not been lost, Jia Yuanchun would rather lose it than play any music.

She has studied rhythm for many years, but now she suddenly feels that... music is so dirty.

"come over."

Ji Yang waved his hand. Jia Yuanchun did not dare to resist and lay obediently in Ji Yang's arms.

Ji Yang lifted up her palace dress and looked at the trembling Jia Yuanchun: "Are you willing to serve me?"

Jia Yuanchun closed her eyes, intending to refuse, but when the words came to her lips she said, "This is my blessing."

After she finished speaking, she felt extremely embarrassed and immediately put her arms around Ji Yang's neck and pulled him. However, she did not pull Ji Yang, but stretched her neck, closed her eyes, and pressed her face against him.

The next moment, a big hand pressed on my cheek.

Jia Yuanchun opened her eyes in confusion and looked at Ji Yang shyly.

Ji Yang tapped her red lips: "Dirty."

Jia Yuanchun's expression froze and her pupils were filled with tears.

Snapped.

"Turn around. Since you are proficient in music, show us your beauty of music."

Jia Yuanchun cried: "The best thing you can say is sound..."

……

"I am a poor musician, but I do understand some aspects of music. It's just a gentle and graceful tune with ups and downs. What do you think, Yuanchun?"

"Young Master is right."

Ji Yang nodded with satisfaction, holding Jia Yuanchun's hand and looking at the huge gate in front of them.

A space was opened up inside the palm book seal, and a large hall was built.

As the saying goes, there is beauty in books, and this is exactly the truth.

Jia Yuanchun also looked at the golden door and couldn't help asking, "Could this be a place where a beautiful girl is hidden?"

"That makes sense." Ji Yang nodded and let go of her jade hand: "From now on, you will live in this palace and be in charge of the way of music in the world."

After he finished speaking, a mysterious aura came to Jia Yuanchun's body. Jia Yuanchun was surprised and felt that she no longer felt any pain or soreness, as if she had recovered.

On the golden door, two Chinese characters "乐" appeared on the left and right, flickering like musical notes. The golden door opened, and the interior was empty, as if it was extremely vast and formed a space of its own.

When you walk in, you will see musical instruments floating in the air, including flutes, dongxiao, and pipa.

When Jia Yuanchun walked into it, she felt her mind clear. The music she had learned since childhood was beating in her body this time, and every cell seemed to be filled with art.

She licked her pink lips and looked back at Ji Yang with confusion and understanding.

Ji Yang flicked his long sleeves, and halls appeared all around him. The halls had golden doors that were tightly closed.

Jia Yuanchun pursed her lips and looked resentful: "Does every hall need someone to be in charge?" Upon closer inspection, she found that there were thirteen halls, including her own music palace.

On the door of the main hall, there are inscriptions on poetry, arithmetic, painting, calligraphy, etiquette, martial arts, military tactics, chess, medical skills, scriptures, dance, etc.

The only golden door without any words written on it, no one knows what it is used for.

After just a slight hesitation, there was movement at the thirteenth gate, with the words "Ru Xiu" written on it.

Ji Yang ignored Jia Yuanchun's doubts and said, "Go find the master of the hall. If you meet the right person, the hall will naturally sense it."

"Don't worry about the chaos outside. Since you are already the master of the palace, no one in this world can hurt you."

"Feel carefully to see if you have gained any abilities."

Jia Yuanchun was curious and tried to sense it, but she found that she could use music to hurt others and protect herself.

She nodded happily, "It seems that slaves can come and go here at will."

"Not only that, if Zhang Shuzhuan is still here, you will exist forever. In other words, you are immortal."

Ji Yang laughed loudly, ignoring Jia Yuanchun's shocked expression. He had an idea and left the calligraphy studio.

The thirteen golden palaces in Zhangshuzhuan naturally have their corresponding owners.

The twelve halls correspond to the twelve golden hairpins.

As for the remaining hall, it was the place of overall planning and was managed by Ji Yang. However, this was not explained to Jia Yuanchun.

The Twelve Golden Hairpins in the world of Red Mansions are very famous, and there are also copies of them. If Jia Yuanchun encounters them, Zhang Shuzhuan will naturally react and include them in the collection.

A beautiful woman is hidden in a golden house, and red sleeves add fragrance.

Since Ji Yang is a scholar, there must be many beauties around him.

Scholars are always associated with beautiful women, which shows what kind of character scholars have.

The heart is the dirtiest, but no one is allowed to speak.

……

Ji Yang left Zhang Shuzhuan and returned to the imperial city. He raised his foot and walked towards the direction where the pig demon clan left.

The entire Shenjing city was in chaos, with wealthy families and their servants either causing chaos or protecting their own homes.

Ordinary people left the city or closed their doors to hide.

After the demise of Daqing, a new dynasty will naturally be born. As for whether this emperor is good or bad, that is the internal affairs of mankind.

If one is kind and benevolent, then the calligraphy and seal carving will naturally bless the other person with good fortune.

If one is cruel, the destiny of humanity will naturally abandon him, and the Confucian way of calligraphy and seal carving will not be opened to him.

"Ok?"

Ji Yang stopped and looked at the lame Taoist priest in front of him in surprise: "Why are you blocking the road, Taoist friend?"

The lame Taoist looked ferocious: "You are going too far, Taoist friend. Don't you know that when the world is in chaos, the people will suffer."

"When the world is in chaos, how can the people be happy? If so, what impact does it have on the people?"

"It's good to be alive. Even if you are a little tired, you won't lose your life." The lame Taoist frowned and said unhappily: "If the world is in turmoil, someone will definitely massacre the people. This is all your fault."

Ji Yang opened his eyes, a three-inch green light appeared between his eyebrows, and his gaze fell on the lame Taoist priest.

The Taoist's heart skipped a beat and he scolded, "How dare you! I am the messenger of Fairy Jinghuan. You are disturbing the human world for no reason. Fairy Jinghuan invites you to the fairyland for a while."

Ji Yang frowned, and the lame Taoist sneered: "You don't dare to go, do you?"

Ji Yang raised his eyebrows: "Is the fairy beautiful? She must be very capable."

(End of this chapter)