The music of the piano is lingering, and the Zuihua Tower is still packed with people. Half of them are built on land, and the other half are built on the Beijing River. The elegant room where Jiang Sheng is located at this time happens to be on the Beijing River. With the gentle breeze entering, it reaches

It's quite sobering.

Looking at the group of beauties dancing gracefully in the main hall from a distance, they are all with graceful figures. Under the guidance of experts who are proficient in dance music, they give people an extremely stunning visual enjoyment.

"Everyone, everyone," the next moment, the richly made-up Madam walked up to the front desk and said with a smile: "Everyone, let me tell you some good news. Not long ago, Miss Qianqian handed over a message and said that she was going to ask an exam question.

As long as the answer satisfies Miss Qianqian's wishes, tonight -" the madam protracted her voice, looking at the expectant eyes of the crowd, and then said, "then Miss Qianqian can play the piano for her alone."

well……

There seemed to be a faint sigh, and obviously the second half of this sentence disappointed everyone, but they immediately thought that the girl Qianqian basically never received any guests alone, so this was considered a rare occasion.

I can't help but think that the three religions and nine schools in this Zuihua Tower

"Here are the test questions that Miss Qianqian has given you." The madam chuckled and opened a large picture. One side had thick ink stains, and the four sides were criss-crossed with many inexplicable textures, bit by bit ink marks.

It's as if the antelope hangs its horns and has no trace at all.

"Miss Qianqian said that there is an ancient truth contained in this painting. Please describe it with a poem. Among them, the one that suits Miss Qianqian's heart the most. Miss Qianqian is willing to play the piano for her personally." There was a little hint of emotion in the words of the old madam.

The hint could not help but make many guests excited.

"Young Master Jiang, did you hear that? Miss Qianqian will play the piano for me alone! This is a treatment that no one has received since Miss Qianqian came to Zuihua House!" He Changfeng said ecstatically on the side.

"What if, after all, this is not just a test of knowledge, what if my answer happens to suit Miss Qianqian's wishes? I'm not as good as you in terms of knowledge, but when it comes to how to please a girl, you can't compare." He.

Changfeng smiled proudly.

"Hmph," Jiang Sheng snorted disdainfully, "Do you really think you have any hope? Let me tell you, the reason why I say this is obviously that girl Qianqian already has the person she likes. Even if that person's answer is not good,

If you are reliable, you will definitely win.”

"What!" He Changfeng was stunned for a moment, "Impossible, this is impossible, you lied to me."

"Impossible? You don't even think about it. When such an exam question comes up, it is obvious that the final decision is in the hands of the girl Qianqian. She can choose whoever she wants, right?" Jiang Sheng picked up a candied fruit.

, said vaguely: "So, we are just here to gather the number of people, don't think too much.

Otherwise, why not give me the best answer? But the answer that suits that girl Qianqian’s heart?”

"Impossible!" He Changfeng's breathing became much heavier, "Miss Qianqian is definitely not that kind of person!"

"Master He, could you please sober up? This is the Zuihua Building. Don't you know what the Zuihua Building is?" Jiang Sheng couldn't help but chuckled and shook his head, "The people in this Zuihua Building are

Girl, is it possible for you to..."

Jiang Sheng didn't say much more next, he thought He Changfeng should be able to understand.

"It shouldn't be like this," He Changfeng seemed a little stunned, "It shouldn't be like this,"

But Jiang Sheng's words just now still echoed in his mind, "The final decision is in the hands of Miss Qianqian. She said whoever agrees with her will be the one who agrees with her."

It seems to make some sense.

He Changfeng's face darkened, he stuffed the cake in front of him into his mouth fiercely, and drank the wine in front of him in one gulp. He said with a trace of ruthlessness on his face: "If you let me know which one it is later,

This guy is so lucky to be favored by Miss Qianqian, I have to tear him alive!"

For some reason, when he heard He Changfeng say this, Jiang Sheng subconsciously felt a chill in his neck, but when he looked carefully at the window, he saw that it should have been closed.

After a while, the maid in Zuihua Tower sent the copy of the scroll to each private room. Of course, everyone in the lobby on the first floor did not receive such treatment and could only watch the painting from a distance.

There was a huge picture scroll in the hall, and the people at the back couldn't help but scream in agony.

"Looking at this painting, it is bohemian and unrestrained, and the ink marks are all elusive, as if she wants to break through the restraints. It is obvious that Miss Qianqian is lamenting her life and wants to leave this drunken flower building." A scholar looked at it from a distance.

He looked around at the giant scroll in the center, thought hard, seemed to suddenly realize it, and sighed softly.

Noticing that many people were looking at him, the scholar felt a little uneasy and frowned slightly. After a while, he seemed to have some idea, and he covered it and wrote a few lines, and then covered it again, lest others peep.

"Why do I see that there seems to be some pattern in this? Could it be that Miss Qianqian is hinting at something?" Another well-dressed young man frowned and thought, but it took him half a moment to figure it out.

"Girl, where did you find the topic? Look at the way the scholars are thinking hard. What if Jiang Sheng doesn't come up with a reliable answer?" Above the attic, the maid in blue saw.

The scene below seemed to be a little anxious.

"Relax, it won't happen." Qianqian, who was dressed in a fancy dress, with skin as white as jade and graceful charm, had eyes full of wisdom, "That painting has no origin in the first place, Nuo."

As Qianqian waved her hand, she slightly tossed the teacup she had raised in her hand, clatter...

The next moment, the hot tea splashed on the ground. The maid in green clothes beside her was startled: "Girl, is this tea not to your liking?"

"Look, that's the origin of this painting," Qianqian said with a slight smile: "Speaking of which, I'm still curious about what unexpected answers the great talents will give, but no matter how subtle the answers are, I think

Okay, that’s what I like.”

"Girl, this is too much..." the maid in green clothes seemed to be a little shocked, and said.

"What? That's what I said before, I will play the piano for anyone who suits my liking. Everything must be according to my wishes," Qianqian said with a chuckle.

…

"Hey, Lao He, what do you plan to write..." Jiang Sheng looked at the unhappy He Changfeng and asked with a smile.

"I won't write anymore, I won't write anymore. You are right. Since Miss Qianqian has a sweetheart, it doesn't matter whether I write or not. What's more, I know I don't have the ability. Even if I give up, I will never gather the numbers for him.

!" He Changfeng seemed a little angry, and then said with a wry smile,

"Young Master Jiang, why don't you join in the fun? Anyway, I just have to wait. When I know who that person is, I will definitely bring someone to beat them up!"
Chapter completed!