Chapter Fifty-two: Enemies Reunite

  "It shouldn't be yet, right?!" he said excitedly and uncertainly.

  "Come on, let's hurry out, don't miss the good show!" Wang Yun quickly tidied up his clothes, pulled up his sleeves and rushed out of the door, running downstairs.

  At this time, the spacious hall on the first floor of the Drunken Moon Building was already crowded with people. Apart from the richly dressed guests who were clearly wealthy and noble, there were also many young and beautiful women who were dressed to the nines. For a while, the hall was filled with the sounds of men and women laughing and chatting together, creating a lively and noisy atmosphere.

  In the center of the hall was a high stage, about 40 to 50 square meters. At the back of the stage, there was a layer of gauze curtains, behind which stood a low table and a small stool, but at this moment, no one was there.

  Wang Yun and Gao Xing did not go to the first floor, but instead followed a slender maid into an open elegant room on the second floor.

  The room is very spacious and bright, the environment is exceptionally quiet and elegant, with a broad view, you can see the whole scene of the high stage of Drunken Moon Building, of course, the price is also quite expensive.

  After the maid brought up the tea and left, he looked down at the crowd gathering below with excitement. The dense sea of people's heads made him feel as if he was attending a concert of a modern pop star. He couldn't help but ask: "Brother Wang, isn't Huahua Li a courtesan? How does she have such charm to attract so many people?"

  Wang Yun was previously somewhat confused, but now he is extremely clear-headed. He explained: "Xingdi doesn't know this, but Miss Lihua, although she lives in this place of wind and moon, only sells her smile, not her body. Not only is she beautiful, but she also plays the piano well, and has extraordinary talent, making countless men jealous!"

  "Oh? How does she compare to Miss Zhao Jing?" Gao Xing asked with interest.

  "Each has its own beauty in different seasons!" Wang Yun replied while sipping his tea.

  Just then, the noisy sound suddenly subsided, and the next moment burst out a thunderous applause.

  "Here it comes!" Wang Xun's body straightened up, throwing the tea cup away, his eyes fixed tightly on the stage tens of meters in front of him.

  As soon as I looked up, I saw that on the low table behind the thin gauze curtain on the stage, a seven-stringed ancient zither had been added. The body of the zither was simple and elegant, with a smooth and delicate color, revealing a faint sense of vicissitudes. On the stool behind the low table, a woman was already seated.

  The woman wore a black veil, dressed in a black gauze skirt, which set off her skin on the outside of her arms and forehead to be even more luminous and smooth as snow, delicate as fat. The woman's body was slender, but the fullness of her chest lifted up her clothes high, with a head of beautiful hair casually tied into a bun, revealing a lazy and seductive charm, with bright eyes like stars shining with a faint glimmer of water, showing mystery and temptation.

  A clear and crisp sound, like a jade bead falling, echoed through the entire Drunken Moon Building, bringing an instant silence. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the small stage, shining on the thin silk curtain behind it.

  The sound of the piano, "ding ding dong", flowed out slowly from the slender and delicate hands of the woman in black. The piano sound had a deep and rich flavor, with four distinct tastes: clarity, harmony, subtlety, and elegance. At times, it was crisp and warm, like a clear spring flowing into one's heart, refreshing the mind; at times, it was soft and ethereal, making one feel as if floating on clouds, drifting aimlessly; and at times, it was high-pitched and sharp, like a raging torrent, carrying you straight up to the heavens, dancing freely.

  The sound of the piano carries an otherworldly magic, as if it's resonating deep within your soul, bringing you a different kind of pleasure. Everyone slowly becomes immersed in the beautiful music, following its ups and downs, lost in thought. Excitement originally came from strong self-control, but as the piano playing gradually reaches perfection, he also gradually becomes entranced, forgetting his surroundings.

  Delighted, after becoming infatuated with the sound of the qin, the true energy within his body surprisingly began to surge and fluctuate along with the melody, leaving the dantian and rushing towards a certain location. A powerful aura suddenly burst forth from Delighted's body, but it was immediately retracted, only because a soft, yellowish light abruptly appeared on Delighted's chest, calming down the turbulent true energy in an instant. Wang Yan, who was nearby, did not notice Delighted's transformation, but the black-clothed woman playing the qin glanced at Delighted's room, although she was unaware of whose aura it was due to her lower vantage point.

  The true energy is abnormally active, which is actually very dangerous. Once it goes astray, excitement may lead to madness, and in lighter cases, martial arts skills will be lost, while in severe cases, there will be concerns about one's life. However, for ordinary people, this is not a concern.

  The music stopped, and Gao Xing suddenly came back to his senses. He looked at Wang Yan, who was still unconscious beside him, and then turned to look at the black-clothed woman sitting quietly in the distance. Gao Xing had never seen anyone play music that could bring people to such a state, especially someone like himself, an elite of the Dragon Group, who would let his guard down and become completely absorbed in it.

  She is not an ordinary person, nor is she an ordinary singer. This is a happy judgment, he believes that the black-clothed woman is absolutely extraordinary.

  Gradually, the people who were infatuated with the sound of the piano came to their senses, and one by one, they showed a look of being lost in thought on their faces, constantly marveling at the beautiful and moving sound of the piano.

  "Ah, Miss Lihua's piano skills have become even more exquisite, the lingering sound is endless, and it makes one forget the taste of meat for three months!" Wang Yan looked at the black-clad woman behind the gauze curtain, his eyes filled with a faint infatuation, and sighed.

  "Miss Lihua, play another tune! This young master has not had enough yet!"

  Just as he was about to say something, a familiar voice came from a nearby private room.

  "Is that Gao A Jun?" Wang's eyebrows furrowed, clearly having recognized the man. "This coarse and detestable dead fatty!"

  "Gao Ah Gongzi, Li Hua has devoted all her energy to it, and in three days, she can only get one melody. I hope you will forgive me!" The black-clothed woman said slowly, her voice warm, clear and gentle, with a hint of tremolo, somewhat melancholic, piercing through the heart.

  "Ah, what a pity!" Gao A Junfeng seemed to lament, then excitedly said: "Then Miss Lihua will hurry up with the next program, this young master has been preparing for several days, and got a great work, today must see Miss's beauty!"

  Seeing the excitement and confusion, Wang Yan explained: "This poetry meeting is to let the guests who come here write poems. Whoever writes the best poem will have the opportunity to be alone with Miss Lihua in a room and appreciate her fragrance."

  It's exciting, and this is actually a business model of Drunken Moon Building, just like modern hype. The more unattainable something is, the more it can make people **yearn for it**.

  "I say, Gao Junfeng, you shallow and ignorant fellow, who has been a headache for the teachers in school, what good work can you possibly have? I think it's better if you don't bring it out to humiliate yourself!" Wang Yan sat complacently on his chair, with a mocking smile on his face, his clear voice echoing throughout the entire Drunken Moon Building.

  "Wang Yan, you scoundrel! Not seen for several days, and now you're running out again. Are you itching for a fight? Do you want to taste my fist again?" Gao Ajunfeng shouted angrily in a loud voice.

  "Pah! That day wasn't just about who was good or bad, but about three deceiving one, and in the end, he himself ended up suffering!" Wang Yun said with a cold smile.

  "You!" Gao Ajunfeng angrily shouted loudly: "Who cried, obviously it was you this shameless guy who used a dirty trick, secretly plotting against me!"

  "King Cheng was defeated by the bandits, that's a fact! What are you trying to quibble about?" Wang Yun said disdainfully.

  Gao A Jun's voice was cut off, and another slightly sharp voice sounded, which turned out to be Eagle Hook Nose Wang Meng.

  "Wang Yan, you've been hiding for several days and didn't dare to come out. Isn't it because both of your eyes were beaten swollen by us and you're afraid of losing face?"

  "Let's fart, whoever has the ability to do it again today and see who is the loser!" This time, however, it hit Wang Yan's sore spot. In fact, he had taken advantage of the situation that day, but his wound was on his face, leaving a mark. He didn't dare go out for several days because of this.

  "Come on then, who's afraid of you!" Gao A Junfeng verbally won for a while and was very excited, shouting loudly.

  Wang Yun rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush out, but Gao Xing quickly pulled him back. At the same time, a soft voice came from the black-clad woman downstairs.

  "Gentlemen, please calm down and listen to me for a moment." The woman in black paused, then continued: "The poetry meeting was organized by me, it's a rather elegant affair. But you two gentlemen want to make a big scene here, is it because I, a young woman, did something wrong, making you feel resentful?" Her voice was filled with grievance, evoking sympathy in people's hearts.

  "Ah, no, no, no, Miss Lihua is right, I was being absurd." Wang said with a hint of embarrassment.