Chapter 1184: Keep playing the music and keep dancing!

In the afternoon, Ye Zi had some things to deal with, so Yun Zheng took Shen Luoyan to the sanatorium in Shuofang.

There was no war in Shuobei all year last year, and there were not many people in the sanatorium, so it looked a bit empty.

Only the four disabled persons among the Eighteen Ghost Riders and a few disabled persons whose family members had died were still in the sanatorium.

Yun Zheng and Shen Luoyan brought some things to comfort the injured people, and called the four people of the Eighteen Ghost Riders aside.

Yun Zheng asked them to sit down and said with a smile: "I have said before that I have other arrangements for you, but before that, I want to ask you if there is anything you want to do. Of course, don't talk about going to the battlefield again."

Upon hearing this, the four of them fell silent at the same time.

After a moment, Li Yuan asked tentatively: "Your Highness, can we... still stay in the army? Even if we can just feed horses!"

"What are you thinking about?" Yun Zheng glared at him, "Are my Eighteen Ghost Riders here to feed horses?"

Li Yuan gave a dry laugh and stopped talking immediately.

The other three also kept silent.

"Well, since you won't tell me, I will tell you my plan! You can choose..."

Yun Zheng did not make things difficult for them and told them his arrangements.

First, they were required to bring their families to the Martyrs' Cemetery and the Martyrs' Shrine to manage and guard the Martyrs' Cemetery and the Martyrs' Shrine. For unmarried people, their marriages would be arranged by the government.

Second, arrange them to serve as warehouse managers in granaries in various cities, but they can only be assistants at the beginning. After all, not everyone can be a warehouse manager, and they still have to learn.

Third, Yun Zheng set up a special management department for disabled soldiers, which was under their charge. Their duty was to help disabled soldiers settle down and start their own businesses, including the sanatoriums that had already been built, which were directly under their charge.

Listening to the three choices given by Yun Zheng, the four of them looked at each other at the same time, but no one spoke.

Seeing this, Yun Zheng said again: "You don't have to rush to give me an answer. Think about it first. If you have a better idea, you can also put it forward."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

The four of them thanked him in unison.

They didn't know how to choose for the time being, so they really needed to think about it carefully.

"That's it!" Yun Zheng stood up. "No matter what you choose, you are not allowed to mention your past to anyone, including your loved ones! If you dare to disobey, I will show no mercy!"

This is extremely necessary.

This not only concerns the safety of them and their families, but also the safety of other members of the Ghost Eighteen Riders.

"Yes!"

The four of them stood up and agreed.

After giving a few more brief instructions, Yun Zheng took Shen Luoyan away.

……

In the next few days, Yun Zheng no longer took care of those government affairs. He only heard that Wu Dao and others had arrived in Shuofang, so he went to Wu Qingyang's house to visit.

Yun Zheng basically spent the rest of his time enjoying himself.

Unless it’s a big deal, let’s just wait until after the New Year.

After working hard for a year, you deserve to enjoy yourself for a few days!

In the room, Yun Zheng was lying there like an old man.

Miaoyin was playing the piano beside them, Ye Zi was dancing, Xin Sheng was rubbing their legs, and Shen Luoyan was helping to grind the ink. It was such a great enjoyment.

Shen Luoyan raised her eyes to look at Yun Zheng who was enjoying himself: "Have you figured it out yet? The ink is almost dry!"

"Isn't this still brewing for my husband?"

Yun Zheng chuckled, "Writing a song requires inspiration, doesn't it?"

"I think you are just trying to make trouble for us in the name of finding inspiration!" Miaoyin raised her head and said fiercely, "If you can't write it, let us see how we will deal with you!"

This bastard!

Write a song for Jiayao, just open your mouth and it comes out.

When I write songs for them, sometimes I feel the atmosphere is not right, and sometimes I have no inspiration.

At first, she was just asked to play the piano, and later Ye Zi was asked to dance.

Only Xin Sheng, the girl who had just been taken into the room, was foolishly helping him massage his legs to relax him and help him find inspiration.

She estimated that if they took off all their clothes and clung to him, this shameless pervert would get all kinds of ideas.

"Correct!"

Shen Luoyan nodded heavily and waved her fist at Yun Zheng: "If you can't write it, we will help you loosen up your muscles!"

"Be gentle."

Yun Zheng glared at Shen Luoyan and said, "The more you threaten me, the less inspiration I have."

Shen Luoyan was both angry and amused. She stood up and lay down behind Yun Zheng, saying in a coquettish voice, "Isn't this just me being anxious? I'm finally being gentle, right?"

As she spoke, Shen Luoyan's hand had already grasped the soft flesh on Yun Zheng's waist.

"Well, you better be more aggressive!" Yun Zheng got goosebumps all over his body, and then he held Shen Luoyan's face and kissed her fiercely: "I got an inspiration! Pen and ink are ready!"

Shen Luoyan pinched him lightly out of embarrassment before moving away from Yun Zheng, and considerately handed the quill pen to Yun Zheng.

Yun Zheng sat up, took a pen and wrote the three big words "Xiao Yao Tan" on the paper.

Seeing that Yun Zheng had really started writing, Miaoyin stopped playing the zither and Ye Ziwu stopped dancing, and they all came to Yun Zheng.

The years are rarely silent, and the autumn wind is tired of wandering...

Seeing Yun Zheng writing on the paper non-stop, the girls couldn't help but look at each other in surprise.

Did this guy really find inspiration?

"What are you all doing here?"

Yun Zheng stopped writing, looked up, and grinned: "Keep playing the music, keep dancing!"

"Hurry up and write!" Miaoyin gently poked Yun Zheng's head and tempted him with her seductive eyes: "The lyrics are good. If the music is also good, Zi'er and I will play music and dance for you in the room at night, the kind that is looming..."

Listening to Miaoyin's enchanting voice, Yun Zheng instantly became energized.

"What are you talking about!" Ye Zi was ashamed and angry, "You can do whatever you want, but don't take me with you."

"It's not like I haven't been tormented by him before."

Miaoyin didn't care at all, and looked at Ye Zi with a smile, "Don't you want him to make the tune better?"

Ye Zi was embarrassed and annoyed, but her eyes glanced at Yun Zheng who had just written more than ten lines of lyrics.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Zi, with a flushed face, nodded slightly.

"You guys wait for me!"

Yun Zheng roared with great momentum, and immediately buried his head in writing.

Use this to seduce me?

Do you think I am someone who can withstand such temptation?

With the motivation provided by Miaoyin, Yun Zheng felt like he was given an injection of chicken blood, and his thoughts instantly became extremely smooth.

"Laughing and sighing, I am at a loss for words. The madness of the past and the present is all in va

Shen Luoyan softly recited the lyrics written by Yun Zheng, "This is a good lyric, but why do I feel that it is a little inappropriate to the situation just now?"

Does this have anything to do with Miaoyin playing the piano and Ye Zi dancing?

Yun Zheng pretended not to hear Shen Luoyan's words, and his old face turned red.

The inspiration he was looking for was not the lyrics, but the song title!

However, he would not tell the truth.

Otherwise, where can we find such a wonderful day?

Well, now we have "Xiao Yao Tan" and in the evening we will have "Shen Hua". Wouldn't it be appropriate when the time comes?

Soon, Yun Zheng wrote down all the lyrics.

The girls watched with great interest, and Miaoyin asked Yun Zheng to compose music quickly.

However, this makes it difficult for Yun Zheng.

How can he, a person who can only recognize Doremi as 1, 2, 3, compose music?

“This song is in my heart!”

Yun Zheng said something in a boastful tone, picked up the lyrics and began to build up his emotions, then he spoke softly: "Time is precious..."