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Old Man Liang and Old Granny Liang nodded as well, finding a chair to sit around the wide desk.

The servant walked in, brewed two more pots of good tea, brought fruit and snacks, and placed them on the wide desk. He then left, closing the door softly behind him.

Other than Jing Ping who was lying in the ward with a nurse watching over him, the rest of the Jing Clan also walked in and sat down to listen.

Seeing this scene, Liang Zhen knew that he couldn't avoid it. Seeing that a certain guy didn't have good intentions for provoking him, the fighting spirit in his heart was aroused. His zither skills were incomparable to the genius pianist Lang Lang.

Bo Liangchen lightly fiddled with the strings of his zither a few times before tuning his zither.

Liang Zhen could hear the hidden meaning behind his words. This was to get him to play the music with him. Cloud Complaint.

The sound of the zither strings and the melody of the song gradually drifted in from the large study room.

The melody of the zither turned deep and round as it spoke in a euphemistic tone, "The emperor of the Han Dynasty thinks highly of the country" … The jingling and clanging of the strings brought people into the ancient calm, the slow rhythm, the fresh and beautiful melody. It was like Tang Xue's slow footsteps and singing, as if she was narrating how the sect was pursuing Imperial Concubine Yang.

The piano sound accompanied by the ancient zither sound rose and fell, coordinating extremely well with each other.

The first piece of lilting melody expressed the scene of the song and dance of "Chun Han bestowed bath to Hua Qing Chi, the bitter spring day rises, from then on the king will not ascend early".

Everyone present was startled. Narrowing their eyes, they completely placed themselves into the music.

The music was weak.

Everyone's heart tightened.

Suddenly, the powerful and swift tempo rang out again, bringing the story to the second paragraph. The passionate, agitated tone of the melody, which depicted the "Yang Yang Drum", the melody which broke the stress, force, and rhythm of the "Rainbow Feathers", manifested itself. After the occurrence of the "AnShi Chaos", the wind whistled, the horses galloped, the emperor's troops fled in panic, Tang Xuan Zong and Yang Gui Fei's love was ruined, "The six armies had no choice but to turn around and face their doom." The music became even more intense, the tempo even more urgent, the strings of the zither releasing an aggressive noise, as if they were speaking of their unwillingness to advance and rescue the imperial concubine.

The sound of the piano's hooves was getting closer and closer. It was getting more and more anxious. People's hearts couldn't help but jump into their throats.

Those who heard it couldn't help but open their eyes, feeling the anxiety of a horse's hooves. Their hearts were even more shocked, their gazes were all focused on the two people who were immersed in the story.

A well-built man leaned forward slightly. His ten fingers fiddled with the zither strings, and each of his fingers drew an elegant arc, like a fairy. Coupled with his unique green military uniform, it made one involuntarily feel a sense of solemnity.

Beauty Jing held her chin as she enjoyed this moment of happiness. Her beautiful big eyes narrowed into slits as she looked at the two people in front of her.

She got up gently and walked over to the wall, where there was a complete drawing board, covered with white rice paper and a sketching brush.

She pursed her lips, readjusted her angle, and began to draw on the paper. Her eyes swept across the duo playing the zither from time to time, and the tips of her sketches rang incessantly on the drawing paper …

The last part of the melody, which replayed the slow-moving music, was composed of the trill of the zither as the main technique. It further described the longing Tang Xuan Zong had for Yang Gui Fei, the continuous gliding of the zither, like the lingering sadness of a soul that had yet to enter its dreams. She was dead, she was still alive, so no matter how much she hated him, she could only turn into a helpless sigh in the lonely palace. Following the music, reciting a poem with his eyes closed, he felt like he was transported back to the Tang Dynasty.

"The sky is long and the earth is long, sometimes the end, and this hatred never ends."

At the end of the song, the zither slowly strummed the zither, vividly displaying the tragic love story between Tang Xuan Sect and Yang Gui Fei.

After a long while, the sound still lingered in the air.

The surroundings were frighteningly quiet, only the brushes in Beauty Jing's hands made rustling sounds. At this moment, everyone noticed that Beauty Jing, who was wearing a silk dress, was painting. They could not help but stand up and surround her.

The fingers of the two static men lingered on their instruments, their slender fingertips touching the strings, lifelike as two people playing a zither. Behind them, there were three different images: a king standing behind a graceful imperial concubine, the imperial concubine turning her head to look up at the man, the two's eyes filled with honey. The other scene was of the battlefield, where the Sovereign King was mounted on a horse, aggressively rushing forward while wielding the blade in his hand. Under the hooves of a group of war horses, there was a terrified and despairing expression on his imperial concubine's face.

The third image was of a king playing the zither and sighing to the heavens, while his mind was filled with the beautiful smile of his imperial concubine. The scene was still.

Liang Zhen stood up from the piano stand, and Bo Liangchen's long legs took him to the back of Beauty Jing.

Everyone looked at the drawing scroll of the sketch, and they were all amazed at the painting level of the beauty Jing.

"Not bad, you can be considered a master." The normally unrefined and elegant old man looked at the drawing in front of him and subconsciously rubbed his chin as he sincerely praised, "Wonderful!"

His granddaughter understood that this was just a simple prototype. If she was given some time, she would be able to use a human painting to add color to the painting, blinding everyone's eyes.

Beauty Jing only sighed lightly and said, "If only we had time to prepare in advance, how good would that be!"

The two men behind him smiled. Neither of them spoke to each other, as it was impromptu. If they had prepared this beforehand, they might not have been able to come up with such a state of mind.

Reluctantly, he turned the wheelchair around and left the study. There was an automatic button on the wheelchair, but he didn't want to use it. He wanted to be like a normal person who could stand up, so he needed to exercise his physical strength and replenish his physical strength.

The restaurant had prepared a midnight snack. It was already ten-thirty at night, and the rain outside the window was still pouring down.

Beauty Jing and Bian Liangchen missed their dinner, so they sat down at the dining room table and had a midnight snack.

The midnight snack was very simple. It was ordinary oatmeal with fresh Gardenia petals, fresh and delicious, low fat slices of bread, and a plate of stir-fried cauliflower.

As Beauty Jing looked at the cauliflower, she picked up a piece with her chopsticks and was about to put it into her mouth to taste it, but the man's chopsticks directly caught hold of her chopsticks and sent it into her own mouth. Beauty Jing was forced to stand up and forced the green vegetables in her chopsticks into the man's mouth.

The man chuckled softly as he chewed the cauliflower. After he swallowed the cauliflower, he said, "My wife, the dish you picked up is delicious."

Temptation, pure teasing.

Beauty Jing sat in the chair, placed the chopsticks in her hand onto the empty plate in front of her and said, "I won't eat it! You can starve to death. " He got up and was about to leave.

But when he stood up, his legs were hooked. He looked down and saw that the man's feet were hooked onto his calves, not letting go.

"Let go!" Beauty Jing stretched out her hand to touch the stunned man's foot.

"Sit down and eat. Why don't you take a walk!" The man's feet climbed.

The hairs all over Beauty Jing's body stood up. She thought of the huge being of a man and felt scared. Thus, she sat down obediently and started using the midnight snack again.

Her leg was hooked by the man, and only when the congee in the bowl was swallowed into her stomach did the man let go of her leg.

In order to resolve her hatred, when she stood up, she saw that there was a long piece of bread on a plate, so she smiled, extended one hand to pick up a long piece of bread, walked around the end of the table to Bian Liang's side, placed one of her arms on his shoulder, held the long piece of bread in her other hand and said, "Darling, do you love me?" Her voice was exceptionally soft.

Bo Liangchen's heart couldn't help but tremble. A strong feeling of not being able to control his body, but his mouth and mind replied honestly: "Darling, Darling really loves you. If you have anything to say, just say it. As long as it's something for your husband, your husband will definitely do it."

Bo Liangchen put down the chopsticks and spoon in his hand and turned his head.

The little woman's lips curved up slightly as she squinted at him, full of lechery.

"Oh, very good, Darling, open your mouth." Her dark red lips pressed forward slightly.

Bo Liangchen thought this was a way to ask for a kiss, so he obediently opened his mouth slightly.

Beauty Jing giggled as she accurately stuffed the bread in her other hand into Bo Liangchen's mouth.

Her mouth was suddenly stuffed with a long piece of bread. Bo Liangchen reached out to take out the bread, but Beauty Jing quickly grabbed the man's hands and mounted on his body. She said, "Eat it, and I'll play with you."

The man's face changed instantly.

He wanted to say that he wouldn't play, but how could Beauty Jing let go of such a good opportunity?

She smiled sweetly and rubbed her chest against the man's chest. "Be good and eat it!" He pressed the end of the bread with his small hand and stuffed it into the man's throat.

Bo Liangchen felt as if his throat was about to be choked to death by the bread, unable to spit it out. He looked at the little girl with her big eyes, as if she would give him endless energy if he didn't eat her.

The bread broke into two halves. The little woman giggled and continued stuffing the bread into the man's mouth until the bread was completely eaten by the man. Only then did she jump off the man's leg in satisfaction, stand firmly, and clap her hands.

Bo Liangchen's face was about to turn green.

He looked at the plate of bread for a long time with a weird look on his face. He called Chen Pei over, pointed at the plate of bread and said, "From now on, no one is allowed to bring food or bread of this shape to the table. The people in the kitchen will be deducted for this month's bonus, including you!"

Chen Pei stared blankly at the bread and blushed. The bread was in such a weird shape that even though she was the mother of a 7 year old child, she still couldn't accept it!

Chen Pei was unhappy, very unhappy, very unhappy, who invented this shape of bread? Who is it? This won't do. In the future, she had to hurry up on her kitchen's matters. It was just that she felt a bit of heartache over this month's bonus. That reward was even higher than the salary!

Shaking his head, he ordered his men to quickly withdraw the items.

Bo Liang Chen's stomach was on fire. He walked to the bedroom door and looked around for Beauty Jing, but didn't find her. He went to the study upstairs and still couldn't find her.

Returning to the bedroom, he took off all his clothes, went to the bathroom for a bath, wrapped himself in a towel and entered the bedroom. After drying himself, he blew dry his hair, lifted the blanket, and lay down on the bed.

Just as he lay down, a faint smell of medicine came from under the bed. He switched on the flashlight on his cell phone and looked under the bed.