Chapter 720: Ask a teacher

"I am a fox that has been practicing for thousands of years. I have been practicing for thousands of years and I have been lonely for thousands of years. When the night is late, someone can hear me crying, and someone can see me dancing in the dim lights..." In Xinfang Pavilion, Fang Yueer sang softly, and the sound of the lingering sound is faint and flying around the beam.

Opposite Fang Yue'er, Changsun Huan sat cross-legged, squinted his eyes, shook his shoulders and head slightly, holding one hand with his knees, and tapping gently on the table with the other hand. Although this is not the first time he has heard this song, and although all the tones and lyrics are already familiar and between his chest, every time he hears this song again, Changsun Huan will inevitably be addicted to it again, and listen to it without getting tired of it.

"Young Master Changsun, "The White Fox" has been played. I wonder what you want to listen to?" At the end of the song, Fang Yueer played the piano with her hands silently, looked up at Changsun Huan with a haggard expression, and asked softly.

"No need, I'm enough to hear this song today!" He waved his hand to Fang Yue'er, but Changsun Huan's eyes were still not opened, as if he was still savoring the afterglow after Miss Yue'er's sound just now.

"Although this song is excellent, it is a rare masterpiece among all the lyrics and music of Mr. Liu. However, after listening to it for three consecutive days, Mr. Changsun still felt no boredom at all. Yue'er admired it." He raised his hand and signaled Qingzhu to remove Changqin. Fang Yue'er walked gently to Changsun Huan's wine table, picked up the pot and filled it with wine, and exclaimed softly.

I originally thought that only my daughter's family could deeply understand and become obsessed with it. I didn't think that even Changsun Huan, the young master, could do this.

"If Changsun is lucky enough to meet such a crush on the song in this life, even if he is truly transformed by a thousand-year-old white fox and belongs to an alien, Huan will definitely not let her down!" He picked up the wine glass on the table, and Changsun Huan sighed to the sky: "For this white fox, for this love that has been waiting for thousands of years, it will be a big deal!"

"Drunk, hum!" Qingzhu curled her lips disdainfully. After listening to Changsun Huan's words, she spat softly on the side. For three consecutive days, every time she said this, the little girl was a little bored.

"Qingzhu! Be careful of your words!" Seeing that Changsun Huan seemed to have not heard, and was still drinking there, Fang Yue'er secretly turned around and scolded Qingzhu, "This is not Fengjie, and the Changsun Prince in front of him is not the powerful people in Fengjie. How could these two young masters in the family of Changsun Wuji of Qi be able to criticize them?

"I understand, Miss!" Seeing that their ladies seemed to be angry, Qingzhu stuck out her tongue as if she was guilty, closed her mouth and said no more.

"Yue'er can see that Mr. Changsun is also a passionate person. For the word "love", Yue'er accompanied Mr. Changsun to a glass!" He gave Qingzhu a light blank look, and Fang Yue'er stood up again to fill the wine with Changsun Huan. He took the first words of Changsun Huan just now and raised his glass to drink with him.

After getting along for half a month, Fang Yueer felt a little fond of Changsun Huan, the noble son of the noble family. Compared with those literati who are gentle and upright on the outside but are actually full of thieves and prostitutes, Changsun Huan, who is called the "little pervert", seems more gentle.

Fang Yueer didn't know about other singers, but in Xinfang Pavilion, although she was in the same room with Changsun Huan all day, this Changsun Young Master had never made any moves of transcendence. From beginning to end, he adhered to the way of a gentleman. When he looked at him, he always kept a rare tranquility. This was something Fang Yueer had never encountered in this flower room.

"Haha, Miss Yue'er said it well. For the sake of this word love, let's drink another drink!" Without any delay, Changsun Huan raised his glass and touched Fang Yue'er lightly.

"When talking about this song "White Fox", I have to say to Liu Yifan anymore. Oh no, it should be said that it was Liu Yiyi, so I have to say a word "Fu" to him, "I took the wine pot from Fang Yue'er's hand, and Changsun Huan poured himself into his own drink, saying: "It is beyond the reach of a man to write such a touching and lingering song."

"You have specialized in your profession and different areas of involvement. Don't you belittle yourself. Don't you know that in this Chang'an city, you have no idea how many rich young men who envy and admire Mr. Changsun Huan." After comforting Changsun Huan softly, Fang Yue'er's eyes turned out to the window, looking at the green pine and cypress outside the window, thinking about what Changsun Huan said just now, his big eyes began to be a little confused, and said softly: "However, if you talk about this word "Fu", in this Tang Dynasty, more than just Mr. Changsun?"

"Yes, yes, I heard that Liu Yi, in addition to the well-written songs, was also very magical. Even the imperial physicians in the palace were helpless, he could easily cure them." When Changsun Huan mentioned Liu Yi and their ladies, Qingzhu immediately became energetic. In addition, Changsun Huan and their ladies have always been quite easy-going, so they had no scruples and said in a very gossip: "These days, Qingzhu always hears some customers mentioning it, saying that by Liu Yi's hand, many important officials in the court were treated."

"Qingzhu!" Fang Yue'er looked at the little girl in a angrily manner. Fang Yue'er screamed, stopping Qingzhu's words to speak again. She has not taught her these days. This little girl is getting less and less serious and has no rules. If Mr. Changsun really blames her, how can she, a little girl, take care of her?

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay, I just like the straightforward spirit of the girl Qingzhu. What do you think? This is not the official court of a master, so why do you need so much concern?" Knowing that Fang Yueer was worried, Changsun Huan chuckled and waved his hand to persuade him, saying, "Besides, what Qingzhu said just now is indeed good. Liu Yi's medical skills are indeed better than that of the imperial physicians in the palace."

"If it weren't for Liu Yi, a miracle doctor in the countryside, the strange diseases that my father had suffered a few days ago, maybe there wouldn't be any improvement yet." Thinking of the way that the old man in their family could not wake up a long time ago, Changsun Huan was still a little scared until now. If Liu Yi had found the root of the disease early and woke up the old man, it would have been said that their Changsun Mansion had already set up a mourning hall now, and the entire Changsun clan would not be far from the days when the family was in decline.

"So, from some aspects, Liu Yi has a great kindness to our Changsun clan," said Chang Sun Huan, stretching out his hand and touching Fang Yue'er's little hand, and said with a smile: "So, in a few days, I will go to Liu Yi's mansion to pay a visit and thank you. I wonder if Miss Yue'er is interested, and go with me? I still remember the promise I made to Miss Yue'er before. Although I changed the location and met, I can always let Miss Yue'er meet Mr. Liu in person, and this master has achieved merit."

"A momentary joke, I don't want Mr. Changsun to remember him. Yue'er thanks Mr. Changsun here," he hurriedly removed his little hand. Fang Yue'er's little face turned slightly red. After looking up at Changsun Huan, he said softly with a little heart: "If Mr. Changsun's mansion is convenient, Yue'er will not refuse."

Just like the star-chasing family in later generations, they always hoped that they could have the opportunity to ask Mr. Liu for advice, play and sing in person, begging for the honor of being lucky enough to get a piece of Mr. Liu's black treasure and lyrics. Now there is a rare glimmer of hope, Fang Yue'er will not let it go easily.

Although Mr. Liu has changed from Liu Yifan to another identity, Mr. Liu is still the same Mr. Liu. No matter how his identity changes, in Fang Yue'er's eyes, he always is the same Mr. Liu who wrote "White Fox", "Shui Tu Songtou", and "Wolf Falling in Love with Sheep".

"That's better, haha, tomorrow morning, I'll come over to pick up Miss Yue'er." Seeing Fang Yue'er responding, Changsun Huan's mouth smiled, he raised his neck and drank the wine in the glass, squinted his eyes and looked at Fang Yue'er, thinking in his heart: "The opportunity, I have created it for you, but whether you can grasp it depends on your methods tomorrow. If you can get into the eyes of that boy Liu Yi, it would be a waste of my master to be a monk in Xinfang Pavilion for so many days."

Liu Yifan suddenly changed another identity. Although it was surprising, it could not stop the young master from getting close to him. Compared with the previous rootless scholar, Liu Yi's identity seems to be a bit heavier. The queen and the savior of several important officials in the court, the world-famous "miracle doctor" and "magic craftsman" who created the original "Liu Calligraphy". In addition, the name of a talented man he has made in recent years, if he can control it in his own hands, it will not be a big help.

"Thank you, Mr. Changsun!" He bent over and thanked Changsun Huan again. Fang Yueer raised her glass to respect each other. No matter what purpose Changsun Huan helped her like this, what was his thoughts in secret. As long as she could meet Mr. Liu in front of her in a righteous and open manner, it would be enough for her.

"Miss, I will go to Liu Mansion tomorrow, and Qingzhu will also go with her!" Seeing that Changsun Huan encouraged their ladies to go out to meet with others, the little girl Qingzhu glared at Changsun Huan angrily and stood beside her lady vigilantly.

If a man doesn't have a good thing, Changsun Huan must be using their ladies and Liu Yip. Although he has some reputation, he has a wife in the end. How can he be worthy of their ladies? If he did something wrong with their ladies' admiration for him, wouldn't their ladies suffer a great loss?

So, no matter what, I have to follow our ladies. If those men are really unkind, let’s see how I deal with them, hum!

Qingzhu had a tense face and a determined look on her face. She would not give up if she disagreed.

"Young Master Changsun, look at this..." Knowing Qingzhu's thoughts, knowing that she was mostly thinking about herself, Fang Yue'er did not reprimand this time, put down the wine glass in her hand, and looked up at Changsun Huan with a slow voice.

"How can the side of Miss Yue'er be without Qingzhu's service? Even if you don't mention it, I will let Qingzhu go with you." Looking up at Fang Yue'er and Qingzhu, Changsun Huan said softly, which was considered as the two girls' thoughts.

"Son-in-law, there is a young student named Li Zhen outside asking for a meeting, saying that it was your student waiting in the side room of the front yard." As soon as Gongsun Wude was sent out of the mansion, he had not stopped for a while. Just as Liu Yi was teasing Liu Wuhen with his younger sister in the yard, the small gatekeeper in the Luo Mansion who was in charge of guarding the portal rushed over and bent over and reported softly.

"Li Zhen? Why is he here?" When Li Zhen mentioned, a thin but stubborn figure appeared in Liu Yi's head. Since he recovered from his original identity, this was the first time he came to find him. He stopped his movements and signaled Liu Wuhen to continue running in the yard with Liu Xiaohui. Liu Yi started to greet him with the concierge.

No matter how you say it, you are the emperor's son. Although you are not very favored, your status and status are there, so you cannot lose this etiquette, so as not to be picked on by others in the future.

"Little Min Liu Yi, pay homage to Your Highness King Yue! The servant did not recognize His Highness and had lost his courtesy. I hope Your Highness King Yue would forgive him!" When he arrived at the side room of the waiter, Liu Yi waved his hand to send the doorman and the servant who was waiting in the room, and then stepped forward and bowed to Li Zhen to greet him.

"Student Li Zhen, I have met Mr.!" Seeing Liu Yi's arrival in the room, Li Zhen also stood up and bowed his hand and wanted to perform the master-apprentice ceremony.

"What is Your Highness King Yue doing? The little people are just a merchant. How can this gentleman bear the words of this gentleman? Get up quickly!" He hurriedly turned his head and let him look down on the side. Liu Yi looked down at Li Zhen, stretched out his hands to help him up, and did not dare to really accept this courtesy.

I remember when I was Liu Yifan before, although I had a good relationship with him in private, I had never experienced this master-disciple ceremony. I wonder what this kid is doing now?

"Sir, since he has restored his true identity, there will be no such person as Liu Yifan in this world. The errand that Liu Yifan had planned in the palace before will be left unresolved. The matter of entering the Jin Palace as a Zi Nu's Western Palace after the New Year will also disperse," Seeing that Liu Yiyi refused, Li Zhen did not force it, and stepped forward slightly, stood up and looked at Liu Yiyi, and said, "Since that is the case, Zhen wants Mr. Zhen to take the position of the Western Palace to serve as the Western Palace. I hope Mr. Don't postpone it!"

"Uh?" Liu Yi was stunned when he heard this, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Li Zhen. Isn't this a joke? Ask a merchant to attend the palace of the Yue Kingdom?
Chapter completed!