Shaohua is Junqing

Siyu paced back and forth in the yard, thinking about how to attract customers.

"My Lady, I heard that the Pear Garden has staged a new play. Do you want to go and listen to it?"

"Listen to the opera, Caidie, you really woke me up with a word!"

"What did the princess think of?"

"Come on, call Xiao Ma and go out with me."

The Flower Garden, Guanju Island.

"Mr. Mo, what's the matter with you coming here suddenly today?"

"I'm sorry, this happened suddenly and I didn't have time to inform you in advance. Please don't blame me, Miss Tingman."

"No problem, please tell me what you want to say."

Siyu told Tingman her thoughts.

"You want me to play and sing in your shop?"

"That's right. I will pay you extra and it will not affect your original business. What do you think, Miss Tingman?"

"Let me think about it." Ting Man stood up and walked to the window, slowly waving the round fan in her hand.

"I agree. I will perform one show at noon and one at night every day, with three songs in each show. I will perform for one month, and you need to pay me ten taels of silver."

"no problem."

"But how do we choose the music to be performed?"

"I'll choose the music, and I'll sort it out and send it to you when I get back. We'll try it out tomorrow at noon to see how it goes."

"can."

"If the business is good, Miss Tingman should take the credit."

"I don't deserve it. We just take what we need."

"Pleasant to work with."

"Pleasant to work with."

"I'm writing a song now. You can take a look at it first. If you think it's okay, you can come to the store tomorrow."

"it is good."

Siyu showed the written lyrics to Tingman.

"The fragrance of the red lotus leaves fades, and the jade mat is cold in autumn. I take off my silk dress and go on the orchid boat alone. Who sent the brocade letter from the clouds? When the wild geese return, the moon is full in the west building. The flowers are drifting and the water is flowing. One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of idle worries. There is no way to eliminate this feeling. The worry has just left my brow, but it has come to my heart."

"This poem is well written. It depicts the surrounding scenes to highlight the longing for love. The words are graceful and fresh, and the artistic conception is beautiful. It is a rare masterpiece."

"Good insight. This poem is about missing the husband who is traveling far away from home." Siyu couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Looking at the word structure, it should be '一剪梅'."

"Yes, Miss Tingman, can you play it?"

"Let me try."

Ting Man played the lyrics slowly according to the rhythm and melody, and sang them out loud.

"The music is melodious and the singing is sweet, it's a perfect match!"

"Thank you for the compliment, sir."

"Then play this piece tomorrow."

"no problem."

"Then I'll go back and organize the music."

"Okay, I'll practice some more."

Siyu locked herself in the room when she returned to Prince Chen's Mansion, and wrote down all the Song Dynasty poems and Yuan Dynasty operas she remembered, including "Jiangchengzi·Ten Years of Life and Death", "Dielianhua·Standing on the Dangerous Tower with the Gentle Wind", "Ru Mengling·Last Night the Rain was Sparse and the Wind was Strong", etc., as well as the Tang Dynasty poems that everyone is familiar with, and she wrote dozens of them.

"These should be enough. If I recite them repeatedly, I should be able to last for a month. If they are not enough, I can find a copy of the Book of Songs. It is the earliest collection of poems in my country, containing more than 300 poems. I can pick and choose, and there will always be something for me." Siyu looked at the thick stack of papers and smiled with satisfaction.

When Ting Man got these poems, she was really surprised. Of course, there were some familiar Tang poems, but she was mainly surprised by the many poems she had never heard of or seen before. Some of these poems were fresh and graceful, some were full of affection, and some had quiet artistic conception. Each had its own sentiment and interest, which made her admire them endlessly.

"These poems are all well-written, each with its own merits. I just don't know who wrote them. Was it written by the princess or someone else?" This made Ting Man quite confused.