Chapter 8 When will the bright moon come?

"Dear guests, please don't be anxious! Please let Bobo explain."

Bobo said calmly, "This 'Meeting Friends with Poems' was Miss Xianxian's own proposal, and we at Tingchao Pavilion also fully cooperated unconditionally. In order to ensure fairness, purely based on the quality of the poems, we have included in each picture There are numbers on the silk, and Miss Xianxian does not know which guest the number corresponds to when reading. In this way, the poem she picked must be the one she thinks is the best."

The audience immediately fell silent, except for Li Gang and Bai Li who were still aggrieved and refused to sit down.

"Maybe Miss Xianxian still doesn't know who she has chosen at this time, because she is composing a new song for this new poem and preparing to perform it for everyone. Bobo thinks, everyone can enjoy her performance later and compare it with what she has written. If you still have any objections to the poem, you can naturally raise it again."

"It makes sense. After all, it is Miss Xianxian's choice. She has to be responsible for herself." Someone said.

"No matter what, as long as I can see Miss Xianxian's performance again, it will be worth it!" Cai Yang shouted.

"Haha! That's right, it's not my turn anyway." Lin Tian agreed.

"Humph, okay, then I'll listen to what he wrote..." Li Gang sat down angrily.

Seeing this, Bai Li seemed to be overwhelmed by the public opinion, so he had no choice but to sit down and mumble, not knowing what he was talking about.

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When Li Yun heard Bobo's words, he couldn't help but look forward to it, and thought to himself: "Xianxian actually composed new music for new words in such a short period of time. Her musical attainments are indeed extraordinary. However, this also further confirmed that one of my guess…"

After another quarter of an hour, the silk curtains on the stage slowly rose, the smoke was slightly hazy, and the moving silhouette finally slowly appeared again. The people in the audience were refreshed and watched attentively.

After a few flicks, the sound of the piano sounded like the sound of nature, instantly capturing everyone's hearts.

Long and melodious, every sound seems to hit the depths of your soul, vibrating and echoing.

A beautiful voice like an angel then sounded, with mellow pronunciation and precise words.

When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine.

I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.

I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid of beautiful buildings and beautiful buildings.

It’s extremely cold at high places.

Dancing clear shadow, like in the world?

Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless.

There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes,

This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.

Nung, moon and new moon.

The song is over, but the lingering sound still lingers around for three days!

Everyone was mesmerized by what they heard. At this very moment, some of them thought of their relatives and friends far away, felt the same way, and couldn't help but burst into tears...

What a poem!

A stunning masterpiece!

There has never been a poem that describes the bright moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival so beautifully and with such human touch.

When people woke up, the beautiful lady on the stage had long disappeared. Only the sound of nature was still lingering in their ears, lingering and echoing for a long time.

The audience was filled with exclamations.

“It’s so well written!”

"Amazed! Amazed!"

"This is the number one poem about chanting the moon in the history of history... If anyone disagrees, I'm in trouble!"

"This is the work of a master among masters. Whoever disagrees should read out what he wrote! Do you dare?!"

The crowd was excited and the scene was out of control. However, this time it was the other way around. Everyone was staring at Li Gang and Bai Li, wanting to see what they would say.

Li Gang and Bai Li had already turned to stone and stood there for a long time. Suddenly, they suddenly rushed to Li Yun and knelt down, crying: "Master! Please accept Yi'er!"

The whole audience was stunned.

Li Gang cried and shouted: "Master, you must accept Yi'er! After listening to your poem, I realized that the poems I had written before were all nonsense.

Not worth mentioning at all! "

"Yes! We have been falsely called little poets and poets, and we are even complacent. Only now do we realize that this is the greatest insult to the terms poetry and poetry..." Bai Li cried bitterly. Tears.

Li Yun was stunned and thought to himself: "I didn't expect these two people to come here. Could it be that I overestimated their poetry writing skills? If I had known, even those who were just shy of writing the first poem would be able to pass."

"Get up, get up, you are still crying at such an adult." Li Yun smiled, his voice still very childish.

"No! If you don't agree, we won't get up!"

"How can that be done? I still have to study at home, so how can I have time to care about you?"

"Let's go to your house and study with you."

"That's even worse. I can't afford to support you."

"You don't need to support us, we still need to support you!"

"This... let's talk about it later. I have to ask my father what he means."

Li Gang and Bai Li immediately knelt down to Huang Yu and said loudly: "Please agree, Lord City Lord!"

Huang Yu picked up a small handkerchief and wiped his sweat, and said awkwardly: "This... how can I be so lucky? It would be great for such a talented young master to be my son! But he is the son of the fifth master of the Li family, Li Lucky, I’m ten years old this year.”

"Li Yun? Are you that good-for-nothing young man who has stayed in the early stage of the 'Xuanyi Realm' for four consecutive years?" someone asked in a low voice.

Li Yun was startled when he heard this. He didn't expect that his reputation as a good-for-nothing would spread so widely.

"Hehe, that's me! So, you two, get up. It's not a glorious thing to study with a loser." Li Yun said with a smile.

Li Gang stood up angrily and said angrily: "Master, the person who said this is simply blind! Waste material? Can waste material write such a beautiful poem?"

"Yes, who just said you were useless? I will never spare him!" Bai Li agreed.

"ah!"

Suddenly a scream came from the scene, and a figure flashed, but it was Li Kunlun, the head of the Li family, with a stern face, dressed in a green shirt, holding a young master in his hand, and said: "The genius of my Li family is actually called by you. Waste material, you are so brave!"

"Senior, it's unfair! It's unfair! I just heard it from hearsay and said it casually. I can't take it seriously. If I had known that Mr. Li had such literary talent, who would dare to tell me that he is a waste, I will definitely be rude to him! "

"Hmph, you know what's going on!" He kicked him away.

Li Kunlun had naturally known for a long time that there was a loser in Lao Wu's family. Since he was a loser, he naturally didn't take it to heart, so he hadn't seen him for many years. If Huang Yu hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known that the poetry genius chosen by Miss Xianxian was actually a descendant of his Li family.

Tonight, Li Yun showed his face among the oirans, which was equivalent to earning face for the Li family, and he achieved this miracle in front of almost all the big and small forces in the city. This made him ecstatic and elated. Li Yun is becoming more and more pleasing to the eye, so it is natural to stand up for him at this time.

"You two, stop messing around. Li Yun has a lot of things to do in my Li family, and I can't have time to teach you now. Step back." Li Kunlun directly made the decision for Li Yun.

"This is!"

Under Li Kunlun's pressure, Li Gang and Bai Li's legs were trembling and almost weak. They dared not say no, so they had to leave in despair.

"Congratulations to the eldest man! Congratulations to the young master! It's so gratifying to be the leader of the high school tonight!"

Mommy always says the nicest words at the right time, making everyone feel comfortable.

"Joy and rejoice together!"

Li Kunlun was cheerful, holding Li Yun tightly, and constantly greeting the leaders of various large and small forces, almost making people who didn't know think that Li Yun was his son.

"Master! Miss Xianxian has invited a young master!" Mommy finally couldn't help but said.

"Oh... yes, yes, yes," Li Kunlun woke up from a dream and said loudly: "You must ensure his safety. If even half of his hair is damaged, I will take it upon you!"

"Of course! Even with my great courage, I don't dare to let Young Master Li suffer any harm. With the previous lessons, we will go all out in terms of safety!"

Li Kunlun took Li Yun to Xianxian's door, then turned and left.

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Red light, red curtain, red bed, red bride.

I'm afraid that the first thing every man who comes in wants to do is to open the curtain, climb on the bed, and hug his wife.

However, Li Yun had been staring at the steaming teacup in front of him for a long time.

In front of the elegant bed behind the curtain, Miss Xianxian, wearing a red scarf on her head, sat motionless.

"Sir, if you don't drink it, the tea will get cold." Xianxian whispered.

Li Yun didn't seem to hear, there was still no movement, and he was still staring at the rising tea mist quietly.

Xianxian finally couldn't help it any longer, and gently lifted up the red scarf, revealing a shocking face, and said softly: "Does the young master think there is something wrong with the tea that Xianxian brewed?"

Li Yun still didn't raise his head, but said: "I was wondering where you would leave me to sleep all night after drinking this cup of tea."

"You...Young Master is the queen of everyone, how dare Xianxian be disrespectful?"

"Hehe, after everyone? I'm afraid it's not as big as yours, no matter how big it is, right?"

"Why do you say this, Young Master? Xianxian was born in a poor and humble background, helpless, and has lived and grown up in Tingchao Pavilion since she was a child. In order to survive, she was forced to learn various talents to please others. How can she be compared with Young Master?"

"You come from a poor and humble background and have no one to rely on?! Then where did you learn the mysterious skills in your body? Where did you get your bouncing pipa and the South Vietnamese national skill of four-toe chords?"

"This...how do you know that my pipa skill is the national skill of South Vietnam?!" A look of disbelief appeared on Xianxian's face.

"I know a lot more than that, answer my question."

"You?! I have no comment!"

"Do you still want to save Wu Ping's life?"

"Wu Ping? Who is Wu Ping? I don't know him."

"Wu Ping is your personal maid."

"My personal maid is Xiao Cui, not Wu Ping."

"Xiao Cui is dead. His body has been recovered. He was only wearing underwear."

After a moment of silence, there was a low cry.

"What about...Wu Ping?"

"The assassination attempt failed and he fell into the law."

After sobbing sadly, Xianxian asked: "How can I save him?"

"Tell me the secret you hide here, and I will naturally find a way to save him."

"You? How can I believe you?! You are so weak, I can kill you even now."

"You can't kill me!"

"What a joke! You are only at the early stage of Xuanyi Realm, I can kill you with just a lift of my finger!"

"Come out."

A breeze blew through the room, and there were two more people, Li Wei and Huang Yu.

"Do you believe it now?"

"you…"

"Father, take the poison out of her mouth first! Quick!" Li Yun shouted.

Li Wei heard the sound and moved. He held Xianxian's chin with his left hand and exhaled Xuanqi, forcing out the medicine packet that Xianxian had been hiding in her mouth.

"You?! Wow...you guys ganged up to bully me!" Xianxian cried loudly.

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