You were taken hostage, why pursue the Enemy's Empress?

The string music was moving, like a secluded spring in a valley, and the sad and beautiful melody was especially enchanting. Everyone present was intoxicated by it.

Ying Wuji understood in his heart that Hua Chao had so many followers in Jiang City not only because of her marketing skills, but also because of her unquestionable talent, at least in this piece of music...

It sounded great!

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But this piece of music was the authentic Central Plains style, definitely not the one she played when he had his accident.

After a long time, the music stopped and the people in the bamboo garden remained silent for a long time.

Until someone broke the silence and began to praise the music.

"This music is so melodious, with just a single instrument, it makes people feel like they are in a secluded valley surrounded by hundreds of birds!"

"It's so beautiful, really beautiful!"

"Compared to last time, Miss Hua Chao's musical talent has improved significantly, which is truly admirable!"

...

Although there were some flattery mixed in, most of the praise was sincere, because the music was really good.

Hua Chao behind the screen couldn't see her expression, her voice was soft and beautiful: "Young Master Wuji, what do you think? Would you like to give it a try?"

Give it a try?

How to describe this piece of music... it's just... great!

Ying Wuji smirked, thinking that they were bullying him for being musically ignorant.

He thought for a moment and slowly recited, "The silk pipes of Jiang City are blowing day by day, half of them into the river wind and half into the clouds. This music should only exist in heaven, and it is rare to hear it on earth."

As soon as this poem came out, the noisy bamboo garden suddenly quieted down.

Unexpectedly, Ying Wuji recited such a wonderful poem off the cuff. Although the seven-word form had just originated, there were already many literati composing in the prosperous Kingdom of Li.

Most of the people present had some knowledge, so they could appreciate the artistic conception of this poem.

Especially the last two lines: "This music should only exist in heaven, and it is rare to hear it on earth."

The poem was excellent, and the praise was even more so.

Hua Chao behind the screen was also a little absent-minded, even questioning whether the music she had just played was worthy of such praise.

Wu Dan led the applause, "Miss Hua Chao played a great piece, and Young Master Wuji recited a great poem!"

Others also praised one after another.

Although Ying Wuji's status was not high, they did not despise him. If they had a good poem to praise, it would be petty not to do so.

But Ying Wuji was very depressed, don't just praise, give me some attribute points!

There were more than ten people in the garden, and almost no one had an emotional bar breakthrough of over eighty.

Except for the dazed Hua Chao who was praised, there was only his precious little maid left, and the dropped attribute points were pitifully few.

Not to mention ninety.

He understood that if he wanted to break through ninety, he had to have a targeted critical hit. You couldn't just copy a good poem and make a lot of money blindly.

Behind the screen, Hua Chao covered her mouth and chuckled, "Young Master is really flattering, this little girl is flattered."Ying Wuji raised his eyebrows, "So can I go behind the screen?"

Hua Chao spoke softly, "I really like this poem, but the song I played was just a common tune in the mortal world. I feel unworthy of such a magnificent poem and high praise."

Hearing this, Ying Wuji frowned.

This was a bit too much. Bai Zhi had checked some qualified people who could listen to the music behind the screen, and their gifted poems also praised Hua Chao.

Feeling unworthy was fake. She must have some hidden intentions!

Bai Zhi couldn't help it and angrily said, "Miss Hua Chao! Are you uneducated, or are you targeting our young master? Which of the gifted poems you received earlier is better than our young master's? Everyone else can go behind the screen, but only our young master is rejected. What's the reason behind this?"

The little maid couldn't control her mouth once she started talking.

Of course, she also couldn't control her mouth when she wasn't talking.

Ji Su immediately got angry, "How dare you! This is a gathering of literati and scholars, a place of elegance, yet a vulgar servant girl comes out and speaks rudely. What qualifications do you have to speak here?"

Bai Zhi's momentum was not weak at all. She stood with her hands on her hips and retorted, "What do you mean by speaking rudely? Which sentence of mine exaggerated? Why don't we ask Miss Hua Chao to take out the gifted poems she received earlier and compare them to see who is better?

Moreover! You and I both contributed twenty taels of red silk. Why don't I have the right to speak? Is it because you are more elegant than me? Even if you know more characters than me, can you write better poems than our young master?"

She didn't understand why these people had to target their young master.

Angry!

Ji Su was choked and couldn't speak.

He felt that the master and servant were both on the wrong track. They were speaking more and more aggressively, but he couldn't argue with them.

The others were also stunned. They didn't expect Ying Wuji to have such a fierce little maid.

Ying Wuji couldn't help but smile. This little girl spoke without thinking, but it didn't mean she didn't have a brain. What she said was actually reasonable.

Behind the screen, it was silent. Hua Chao was probably feeling embarrassed.

At this moment, Luo Ming couldn't help but speak, "Young Master Wuji, you are too aggressive! Miss Hua Chao is not a girl from the Yihong Pavilion, but a guest invited by the Yihong Pavilion. They didn't plan to let anyone go behind the screen to listen to the music. It was only after the pavilion owner's earnest request that Miss Hua Chao reluctantly agreed.

Who could go behind the screen depended on Miss Hua Chao's own wishes.

Your poem is good, but it's not what Miss Hua Chao likes. What you did is no different from forced buying and selling."

He spoke urgently, trying his best to conceal his anger, but some emotions could still be detected.Hua Chao sighed lightly, as if preparing to speak.

Ying Wuji frowned. If she really showed weakness, he would be morally bound. These people were clearly biased against him, yet they acted as if he was the bully. If he couldn't come up with something impressive, he might not be able to see Hua Chao through normal channels.

He interrupted with a smile, "Brother Luo, you're making me sound unreasonable. I came to the Bamboo Garden to meet friends through poetry and songs. It would be a great pleasure to see the beauty of Miss Hua Chao. If I can't, it can only be fate."

"I'm just a hostage for exchange from Kingdom Qian, with no power or influence in Kingdom Li. How could I have the energy to meet Miss Hua Chao?"

"But you should be able to see my sincerity from this poem. If Miss Hua Chao doesn't like it, I won't force it. But I want to ask Miss Hua Chao, is there anything I can write that would meet your expectations? If not, then staying in the Bamboo Garden would be meaningless, and I won't step foot here again. I hope others can learn from my example and not come here to cause heartache."

The message was clear. If his double standards were exposed, it would greatly affect his reputation.

There was no sound from behind the screen for a long time.

Ying Wuji narrowed his eyes and stood up. "If that's the case, I'll take my leave."

As he turned to leave, a voice finally came from behind the screen.

"Please wait, young master!"