Everyone looked up and stared at the elegant room on the second floor with the door half closed.


    "This menghuakui has never been out of the third floor. Who can make menghuakui play face to face with such a big face?"


    "Hey! I just saw Tang Xiaoqi and his eldest grandson enter the attic. Tut Tut, one is a relative of the emperor and the other is a young Juncai in full swing. I''m also sad that Meng Huakui gave this thin noodles."


    "I heard that the eldest grandson invited menghuakui three times. In the end, he only played across the red curtain on the third floor. It''s really a miracle to go down the third floor."


    Hu yuelou said a few sour words of jealousy, and gradually quieted down and listened to the piano music.


    The second floor at this time.


    Tang Hao sat on his side, looked at the moving posture in front of the guqin, heard the beautiful melody in his ears, and whispered with Meng Yuqi. He felt very happy, but the music was a little rough and crude.


    To the ancients, the song was very beautiful and pleasant, but Tang Hao, who was a man of two generations and was influenced by many music styles, felt that the lyrics and songs were dull and even boring. Inadvertently, his face showed some regret and disappointment.


    At this time, Meng Yuqi inadvertently swept Tang Hao''s face with a pair of beautiful eyes and looked at these expressions. For a time, he was disappointed and suddenly felt dull. Just for a moment, the piano music in his hand was in disorder.


    Hum.


    The strings trembled, the sound stopped suddenly, and the room was silent.


    Intoxicated Chang sun Chong suddenly raised his head and looked at Meng Yuqi. He was very puzzled and suddenly stopped for some reason.


    The hall became noisy with the sudden stop of the piano.


    "What happened? Why did it stop suddenly?"


    "What happened to menghuakui? Did Tang Hao annoy menghuakui?"


    "Come on, go up and have a look."


    Regardless of the rules, they hurried to the second floor and looked inward through the hollowed out flower carvings in the attic and the open door. The graceful back, a pair of jade hands gently held the strings, while Tang Hao, sitting on the side not far away, poured and drank himself without any abnormality.


    It was Tang Hao who menghuakui was staring at. The people outside the door immediately knew the reason. For a moment, they sneered.


    "Tang Hao really doesn''t understand the customs. Menghuakui plays. He only drinks and drinks himself, careless."


    "Why did Meng Huakui play alone for the people downstairs? Tang Hao is too careless."


    "I heard that Tang Hao once played a song of high mountains and flowing water at the state banquet. Don''t you think his piano skill can surpass menghuakui? Look at his arrogant appearance."


    Some people defend Meng Huakui against injustice, while others gnash their teeth. If they weren''t afraid of Chang sun Chong in the house, they would have swallowed Tang Hao alive.


    Mengyuqi''s delicate jade face floated a trace of anger, willow eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and a beautiful voice like a yellow warbler burst out from her lips.


    "Tang Xiaoqi, I think this song doesn''t suit you? It''s in your interest?"


    Tang Hao slowly raised his head and met the questioning eyes.


    "Menghuakui''s voice is beautiful and the melody is not bad."


    Beautiful sound, beautiful piano sound, but there is no mention of piano music.


    Meng Yuqi, who is also smooth and smart, immediately understood the meaning of Tang Hao''s words.


    Sitting opposite, Chang sun Chong glanced at Meng Yuqi and Tang Hao. Looking at the two people looking at each other, he could vaguely smell a smell of gunsmoke. For a time, he didn''t know how to speak.


    Meng Yuqi''s attainments in piano and music are well-known in Chang''an city of Nuo University, but Tang Hao gave such an evaluation for the first time, which has never happened in the history of Hu yuelou.


    What''s more, this song was made by myself after several months. I don''t know how many times better than the songs sung in Chang''an city.


    Unexpectedly, I took it out today, but it couldn''t be like Tang Hao''s eyes in front of me.


    Meng Yuqi looked cold, and a touch of imperceptible loneliness appeared on his face, and said slowly.


    "That''s it. It seems that Tang Xiaoqi must have better lyrics and songs. I wonder if I''m lucky to hear it?"


    Tang Hao looked indifferent and smiled.


    "Quyi''s poetry score is an elegant work. Tang is just a rude man. He must not be as knowledgeable as menghuakui in composing music and lyrics. He just heard a song in the countryside, which is quite in line with his appetite. It''s very beautiful. Today, you might as well borrow flowers to offer Buddha to menghuakui and make amends."


    Tang Hao slowly took a sip of wine and took the Guqin. The magnetic low male voice sang along with the light sound of the piano.


    "The river goes East, the waves wash away, and the immortals through the ages..."


    Heroic lyrics and songs and beautiful tones should have appeared in later songs. In the voice of Tang Hao, a Strider, they appeared in the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty in advance.


    Meng Yuqi, who was kneeling down, glanced a trace of surprise in her eyes and looked at the man who was concentrating on playing the piano. She was unconsciously immersed in this song.


    Even the company commander sun Chong was stunned. It seemed like a poem and song, but it was more like a vigorous, desolate, majestic and energetic poem!


    This refreshing piano music and sentimental and heroic poetry seem to have an inexplicable magic, which makes people feel sad and happy with the score.


    After a song, Tang Hao let the trembling strings stop gradually, leisurely picked up his glass and took a sip.


    The people who held their breath gradually recovered from the piano sound.


    "Wonderful!"


    "Good!"


    "What magic sound is this? It''s amazing that Tang Xiaoqi can play it so beautifully!"


    Mengyuqi got up and poured a glass of wine himself. He looked at Tang Hao with complex eyes.


    "Tang Xiaoqi, listen to this song and you will know that the rhythm changes infinitely. Let me open my mind. I give you a toast."


    Tang Hao gently raised his glass and said with a faint smile, "it''s too good."


    Looking at the exquisite face close at hand and smelling the fragrance of wine at the tip of his nose, although he was in this happy place, Tang Hao''s mood had already flown on his journey north.