Before Wang Shouzhe could object, Chen Fangjie applauded and said, "Excellent! The flute's notes are clear and penetrating without losing their ancient weight; long and profound without losing their boldness. They suit perfectly the mood of drinking tea and listening to lotus flowers."
Fine, fine, if she wanted to play the flute, then play the flute. Wang Shouzhe let her have her way. After all, she was preparing to play the proper kind of flute.
"Then Luoxian will make a fool of herself." Afterward, "Zhong Luoxian" raised her jade flute with eyes like limpid water. Her crimson lips parted slightly, her jade fingers fluttered, and she began to play.
Her movements were exceedingly beautiful and pleasing to the eye.
Then...
There was no then after that.
That flute playing was so terrible that even an outsider like Wang Shouzhe felt his heart panic, as though he wanted nothing more than to leap from the second floor into the lotus pond.
Chen Fangjie, meanwhile, had squeezed his eyes shut, his face rigid as he swayed on the verge of collapse. If not for his decent self-restraint, he would probably have flown into a rage on the spot.
Making a fool of herself... she truly had made a fool of herself.
When the tune ended, Wang Shouzhe drank several mouthfuls of Red Lady spirit tea before calming the turmoil in his heart. Unable to restrain his curiosity, he asked, "Luoxian, what courage and confidence did you possess to dare play the flute before me?"
"Ah? Young Master Liu and Young Master Zhao both said I played well." "Zhong Luoxian" looked utterly baffled. "Could it be that I still have shortcomings?"
Still have shortcomings?
Luoxian, you were far too modest. This was simply good for nothing in every respect.
Wang Shouzhe forcibly suppressed