"It's this song!" Qian Yiqun quickly followed Yang Ai, "Can you sing it again?"

Yang Ai's face turned red and she thought to herself: You young master is really shameless. This is a song about your wife missing her husband. It's fine to sing and play on the lake, but how can you sing face to face?

"It's not convenient here. We went to the lake. Just listen to it when I sing with people." Yang Aixia's cheeks were itchy, and for some reason, she gently placed her fingers behind her back and pinched them.

When Qian Yiqun saw Yang Ai holding her hands and thrusting her chest, the youthful beauty of the young girl was revealed. She couldn't help but feel much better and her steps were faster.

"Mr. Qian, are you so angry?" Yang Ai flashed in front of Qian Yiqun like a butterfly, hoping to fly.

"This year, I'm twenty years old," Qian Yiqun said, "Where are you?"

Yang Ai giggled for a while before saying, "I'm going to get out of the box, can't you guess?"

"Who can guess that Daming Lu didn't say how old a woman must be married?" Qian Yiqun decided.

"Then look how old do I look like?" Yang Ai leaned her head and bit her lip gently.

"Are you, Thirteen?" Qian Yiqun said deliberately to Xiaoli.

"Mr. Qian must be because there are too few girls!" Yang Ai said with a mouth raised, "I am naturally married when I was in my prime."

"I can't tell it." Qian Yiqun was in a good mood and immediately started to show off his jokes.

Yang Ai has never taken the passerby and is just a vague concept of men. She heard her sisters talk about what a young hero Qian is and how to help her return home to resolve powerful enemies, but she didn't expect that this young man was so funny. Especially the jokes in her belly, either sarcastic or self-deprecating, which made people unable to control themselves.

The two left the village, and there was a wetland full of reeds in front of them. Only cormorants and water birds were singing, and Taihu waves were patting, which was the authentic sound of nature. Yang Ai's boat was hidden in the reed marsh, and there was a simple pier, which was only wide and narrow to reach one person.

Yang Ai asked Qian Yiqun to get on the boat first, but saw Qian Yiqun swaying left and right on the boat, looking nervous, thinking that he was afraid of falling into the water.

"So you don't know how to do martial arts." Yang Ai bent over with a smile, "I don't know where the courage comes from to fight demons."

"Because I have mastered mysteries." Qian Yiqun finally stood firm on the boat and explained to himself.

Yang Ai chuckled, picked up the cable that tied the boat with one hand, and jumped onto the boat with a light leap.

The boat sank slightly, and then stabilized, giving Yang Ai a lot of face.

"I don't know how long it will take to learn the secret magic technique." Yang Ai sighed, "If I had learned the skills of my senior sister, I would not have been bullied by that Hongmao."

Qian Yiqun smiled and said to himself: Your master Xu Fo may not be able to beat Hong Niang, let alone your senior sister.

However, this kind of words are too disgusting. Qian Yiqun just turned around and forgot about it.

Yang Ai swung the boat and gently rowed, causing the water to tinkle. The boat turned lightly and moved forward along the waterway blocked by the reeds. Neither of them spoke, but only heard birds and fish swimming around, which was particularly comfortable. Qian Yiqun stood at the bow of the boat, and the reeds shook in front of him, and couldn't help but chant softly: "The green reeds are like Zhou Supervisors, and the green water turns out to be..."

Yang Ai shook the oars, stopped and let the boat float by himself, and asked, "Why don't you go on?"

"Because, it's stuck." Qian Yiqun said helplessly.

Yang Ai chuckled like a copper bell again and said, "Young master is the most funny. In fact, I know if you don't tell me."

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: Girl, you really misunderstood me. I have indeed been unfamiliar with playing text games for too long...

"What do you know?" he couldn't help asking.

"Because you think this sentence is so murderous, is it a slap?" Yang Ai smiled mischievously, and a glutinous Su Bai was brought out in his accent. "But I think it's pretty good. You should finish it."

"I heard that all the sisters who returned home are omnipotent in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and Yuefu. How could the young student dare to show off his skills?" Qian Yiqun smiled and said, "You should sing a song. I love to listen to your voice. The sweetness is twists and turns, and it is unforgettable."

Yang Ai's face suddenly turned red with shame and said in a low voice: "I also think that the young master is different from those hiding tourists."

Qian Yiqun was stunned and secretly regretted: Oh my, I haven't interacted with girls for too long, I forgot that I can't praise girls so blatantly now! It seems that my bright image is ruined here.

Fortunately, Yang Ai replied twice in her heart, and the more she felt that the more she said this, she felt that she had gone to her heart. She saw Qian Yiqun's face showing embarrassment, and she cleared her throat secretly and sang quietly: "The good time of the Second Society, the thousand family courtyards, and the flying swallows are glorious again. The phoenix nest is stable and is neighbors. How late is Xiaoxiang's smoke coming? Entering the Red Building in a mess, flying low on the green bank, painting beams gently brushing the dust. Who will come for whom? The master's kindness is heavy and the pearl curtain rolls up."

Qian Yiqun was fascinated by hearing this, and he came to his senses until the lingering sound dissipated. He looked at Yang Ai with red cheeks and couldn't help but say, "The ancients said, 'Silks are not as good as bamboo, and bamboos are not as good as meat'. I had doubts about this before, but today I finally convinced when I heard the lady's graceful singing voice!"

"I just want to live up to my son's comments of 'against thousands of twists and turns'." Yang Ai said humbly with joy.

"I'm the name Jiuyi, just call me Jiuyi." Qian Yiqun felt like he was right at first sight and asked again, "Can you sing Qin Shaoyou's lyrics?"

"What's wrong with it? But I have the meaning of "Caisangzi" for ten minutes, but it's a bit sad. Are you willing to listen?"

"I really want to do it, I dare not ask for it!"

Yang Ai smiled slightly, tried his throat and sang: "Whoever turns over the desolate song of Yuefu? The wind is whistling, and the rain is whistling. I have lost all the lights and flowers for a night. I don't know what's going on in my arms, I'm bored when I wake up, I'm bored when I get drunk, and I've never arrived at Xieqiao in my dreams."

Qian Yiqun laughed dryly, feeling his cheeks hot, and thought to himself: It was natural to steal poetry in the past, but I didn’t expect that there would be times when I felt ashamed. It was because I didn’t understand the thoughts!

Yang Ai checked his words and expressions. Seeing Qian Yiqun's face showing embarrassment, he said in confusion: "Isn't this word good?"

"Uh, there are not as many as those of the Song Dynasty." Qian Yiqun turned his head and said, "Can you sing the 61st lay Buddhist?"

"Nature." Yang Ai likes to sing alone in the lake and sing a cappella the most, and does not like to sing to guests. Who knew that today, she is in full swing and wants to sing all the songs she has learned.

The two of them ordered and sang one by one, allowing the boat to float in Taihu Lake. In a short while, they saw the water and sky, and the scenery on the shore was far away.

Yang Ai sang so hard that her throat was dry. She took out a clay pottery bottle from the secret cushion under the deck, pulled out the cork, and immediately a fragrant smell of wine floated out. She took a sip of the pottery bottle, handed it to Qian Yiqun, and said, "You want to drink the home-brewed plum blossom sake?"

Qian Yiqun was stunned. Thinking about the great defense of men and women, he shared a bottle with Yang Ai, and was quite embarrassed. When he was stunned, he heard a sharp sound of breaking through the air. With a "bang", the pottery bottle in Yang Ai's hand cracked into pieces, and wine splattered everywhere.

Qian Yiqun hurriedly covered Yang Ai and looked from afar in the direction of the hidden weapon. He saw that there were four or five more boats on the lake, including a large sailboat.

Yang Ai only glanced at the carp flag hanging high on the sailboat fluttering in the wind, and couldn't help but hold the corner of Qian Yiqun's clothes tightly.

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