Hearing this.
Everyone's expression suddenly changed again.
Who was Prince Zhang?
This …
Damn it, there didn't seem to be such a stubborn person in Chang 'an!
And the person who could be remembered by Miss Jingshu, who would be the one who cracked her zither music?
Clouds of confusion pressed down on everyone, making it hard for them to breathe. But at this time, everyone knew what was good for them and did what they should do.
Regardless of whether they asked or not, what did it have to do with them?
Be careful not to lose your life.
Seeing Jingshu's question.
Li Chengqian was also worried.
He used his elbow to touch Zhangsun Chong. .
Zhangsun Chong was in the meeting.
Holding a fist and palm salute, he said, "Miss Jingshu, we meet again! That's right, the thing outside is called a three-way carriage. It was created by Prince Zhang recently. He is very busy, but he misses Miss Jingshu every day … "
"Then why didn't he come? Could it be that he dislikes my birth? "
In the cold voice, Jingshu Chong plucked the zither strings, seeming to be a little annoyed.
Zhangsun Chong was not good at speaking seriously, and now he was in a dilemma.
Li Chengqian shook his head and said lightly, "Miss Jingshu, don't worry. Although everyone in Chang 'an knows about your matter now, there are still young talents who are not convinced. I heard that the Dragon Boat Poetry Meet will be held this time. Although it is a little late, it will definitely be held in three days. At that time, Brother Zhang will naturally fight the world's literary heroes and let Miss Jingshu walk out of Yan Lai Restaurant with dignity."
Hearing this.
In the attic, Jingshu Chong's cold eyes flashed with a touch of excitement.
But it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Then, thank you very much. About the poetry meet, I would like to trouble you to help him, after all …"
"I don't know anything else, but this Huge 18 Strokes, I will show you my incompetence!"
"Since Prince Zhang has cracked the zither music, then today, Jingshu will announce this name here. But presumably, Mr. Li already knows this song?"
How could she not know Li Chengqian's identity?
For people like them, the first thing they had to do to survive here was to recognize people clearly.
Therefore, it was too easy for them to know about the Huga 18 Beats.
But at this moment.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
He was also shocked.
"Eighteen Strokes of the Hu Jia?"
"This …"
"I seem to have heard that this is Cai Wenji's famous song!"
"What???"
"Wasn't it lost a long time ago?"
"How … how is this possible?!"
"Oh my god!"
"I finally know why no one can crack it!"
"It's been f * cking lost!"
"But who is this so-called Prince Zhang? How did he decipher this song? "
"Ding!"
As the melancholic sound of the guzheng rang out.
The entire Swallow Descent Restaurant fell into silence.
The moment the song's indignant zither intent rang out.
Everyone seemed to have sunk into that kind of endless sorrow. Anger, a kind of leisurely anger, instantly filled everyone's hearts.
The eighteen beats were over very quickly.
But very quickly, more than two hours had passed.
Two hours later.
The guzheng music was stopped, and there was no more sound coming from the attic.
Cheng Chumo couldn't sit still anymore.
"Since Miss Jingshu is performing, then let me show you Brother Zhang's tricycle!"
While talking.
Cheng Chumo found a few strong and agile guys among the stubborn people and went downstairs.
Everyone couldn't sit still anymore.
They wanted to see what was so magical about this magical thing.
Cheng Chumo sat on the tricycle and waved his hand coquettishly. "Everyone, I can tell you about this thing. Although my brother didn't tell me about the magic of this thing, I can tell you that this thing is much more interesting than riding a horse or sitting in a sedan!"
"Every pedal has a pattern. If you master it well, although it's not as fast as a horse, once you think about it, if you use it as a carriage or a war chariot, how spectacular would it be on the battlefield?
It's faster than all the wooden carriages we use now!
While talking.
Cheng Chumo didn't believe it himself.
This thing was too strenuous.
But considering that he was showing Jingshu the good thing of Zhang Feng's brother, how could he not do his best?
One had to know that at this time, if he performed well here, once Jing Shu married into the family, wouldn't Zhang Feng be obedient as long as she blew a gentle breeze?
What kind of man was he to be so stingy when learning something from him?
Jingshu watched very carefully.
However, watching Cheng Chumo and the other two playing on the tricycle in the attic, she even keenly saw that a few things fell off the tricycle, and the wheel seemed to be a little deformed after bumping in a pothole.
This thing, although looked so magical, but …
Could it be that this was still an unfinished item?
Otherwise, with Prince Zhang's character, why didn't he tell them?
Did they secretly take it out?
Thinking of this.
Jingshu instantly lost interest.
"Thank you for your demonstration, Childe Chen. I hope Childe Chen can quickly return this thing to Prince Zhang. I'm tired today. Jingshu will leave first!"
While speaking, Jingshu disappeared from the attic window.
And those ministers' sons were even more confused.
Prince Zhang?
Who was that Prince Zhang?
Who exactly was the person who could make Jing Shu protect him like this?
"…"
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