Xianyu Infrastructure, I have a lot of troops in my hands

In the days that followed, You Ji became more active in external social interactions. He asked everyone in the Opera House to find out if there was anyone from the Xie family.

"Except for inside the academy, we have asked everywhere else!" The beautiful dancer said to You Ji with a smile in her beautiful eyes.

You Ji smiled, "Thank you, Sister Zhiwu, I was anxious."

After sending the dancer away, Hua Yin came out from behind the screen and asked, "You still haven't given up?"

The Yueqin man who followed closely behind said angrily: "Why are you giving up? I heard the news and the bold ones dared to challenge you."

When they heard what happened in the hall, they were worried to death, fearing that they would be driven out as soon as they opened their eyes. Two days passed, and there was no movement from their side. Instead, the managers in the courtyard became much more respectful to them.

"I'm sorry to have made my aunt and master worried," You Ji looked at the two of them with his bright eyes full of admiration.

"You still know that your aunt and I are worried to death about you!" Yueqin pointed his finger at Youji's forehead, expressing his disappointment.

"What did Mr. Cui say to you? I heard that you even offended the noble. Oh, our little bodies can't handle it."

"The master also came here and told me not to have any wishful thinking." You Ji lowered his eyes, his face gloomy. He did not have the confidence he had when facing Cui Jing at all.

In fact, he was not sure in his heart whether Xie Xian still remembered him, but he had no choice. He could only use Xie Xian's name to identify this master and remind himself at all times that he was different from those actors so as not to sink into them.

Seeing the usually calm boy showing such a fragile expression, Yue Qinren felt very distressed, "You kid, what's wrong with you... Hey!"

They originally thought that You Ji and Mr. Cui were unhappy because of the music band's recognition of their master, but they never expected it to be because of this. What should they do?

Which man could tolerate the girl he likes raising a music troupe, and the leader of the troupe is a handsome boy?

Hua Yin's face darkened: "I'm afraid we can only give up on recognizing our master!"

You Ji looked horrified: "No, auntie!"

"You Ji! Do you still remember the kindness of the Lady of the Xie family? Our reputations may bring trouble to the Lady. If she and Mr. Cui fall in love, what will happen to you and me?"

Yueqinren's face turned pale, "No, that can't be!" She was devoted to studying the art of playing the qin. Her previous husband was a scholar, and he took her in as a concubine in order to discuss the art of playing the qin with him.

The mistress was kind and kind. After her husband's family passed away, they returned her indenture to her and let her leave the house. Yueqin was already old, but was taken in by Huayin because of her excellent musical skills.

So Yueqinren was the simplest of the three. At this moment, she looked at Huayin and Youji's serious expressions and remained silent. She knew she could not help much.

"The lady won't do that. I promised to go find her after some time." The young man's voice was trembling, and he said this without confidence.

"Who are we? We are nothing in front of the noble families," Hua Yin said with a mocking look on his face, "Do you think that with your current fame, you can make her look at you more, and then..."

Hua Yin's eyes were filled with resentment, and she was waiting for the freshness to wear off, to be abandoned like she was back then?

Youji shook his head gently, "No, aunt, the master is not that kind of person."

"You won't turn back until you hit the wall."

"I believe her."

Seeing that the two people in front of him were about to quarrel again, Yueqin said weakly: "That's not necessarily true. If Miss Xie and Mr. Cui were in love with each other, we would have been kicked out long ago!"

Seeing the two of them looking over, she continued, "Don't you think that this Mr. Cui is just attracted to the Lady Xie? If the two of them were engaged, why would they be so cautious?"

She knew that she was not very smart, but she had a clear view of matters between men and women. This Mr. Cui was of high status and had all kinds of women. If he had succeeded in getting her, he would certainly not take it so seriously.

This is not the kind of worry and fear that the young Mu Ai has, but is based on a more rational respect. In her opinion, in this relationship, Cui Langjun is not dominant.

You Ji's eyes lit up. He was a smart man. Recalling Cui Jing's reaction at that time, he believed Yue Qinren's words even more.

"Master is right. That day, Mr. Cui was more like a rat-hunger."

Hua Yin frowned. The master and disciple were still too optimistic. She knew very well that as children of noble families, none of them were stupid. How could a man who could become the young master of the Cui family lose his composure for a woman? If it was for profit, then it was possible.

In the eyes of those nobles, women are like commodities. Even the ladies from noble families are just tools for marriage.

Before the meeting, the two of them were complacent about this impossible possibility. She sighed and thought, never mind, You Ji was young after all, and he would never understand the danger of some roads if he hadn't walked them.

Unless the Xie family's female ruler can really grow into a local giant, like Qian Duoduo, relying on her female body to turn the tide and make the Qian family obey her orders. But how is this possible?

At the foot of Nanshan Mountain, in the garden.

Xie Xian is practicing the piano. As a person who gets excited only after a short period of time, Xie Xian still puts in some effort, but just not much.

Listening to her practicing the strange tune, this exercise places high demands on the strings. She has to tune the strings as she plays, and it takes a whole morning just to tune the scale.

Ding ding dong dong, the left hand chord, practiced, and then the right hand tune practiced. Qingdai behind him glanced expressionlessly at the two brothers of the Zuo family who ran into the room and rolled her eyes.

The two of them were amazed when their lady started playing, but then they retreated to work because it didn't make any sense. Haha~ Men really have no patience.

Xie Xian felt sad, as she only knew the climax parts of many songs and she only practiced a few of them on a daily basis. Anyway, she just had to play them no matter how she played them.

Let’s start with a song called “Swords Like Dreams”, which is a representative work of chivalrous knights in the martial arts world. It has a free and unrestrained flavor and is loved by young people.

The guqin is restrained and steady, focusing on artistic conception and charm, and emphasizing the expressiveness of one string with multiple tones.

The guzheng pursues momentum and emotional expression through continuous plucking. Moreover, because of the diverse techniques of the guzheng, with clear lifts, dull presses, majestic sweeps, and heavy Sanskrit sounds, the music has distinct layers.

Light rain falls, the world dreams, who understands the gentleness of the mountains and rivers, 'come and go in a hurry, hate that we can't meet, love and hate in a hurry, everything goes with the wind.'

The right hand shakes the fingers, and the left hand chords the strings, and the domineering aura of the Jianghu man comes to you.

In the small garden, the lady in red says, "My sword, my knife, I am drunk, I am awake, I cry, I laugh, I am crazy, I am mad."

It vividly depicts a world of Jianghu that is full of twists and turns, grudges, and love and hatred.

This is a song written by one person. This short song tells the helplessness of people in the underworld to fate and their question to the heavens: "A wild laugh, a long sigh, a happy life, a sad life, who will share life and death with me."