The cannon fodder female supporting role wants to run away, and the madly criticizing prince is red-

ps: This book will write about some traditional Chinese songs with opera singing, it is recommended to listen to the song of the same name. The version of "Yuanyang Opera" recommended by Huang Ling can bring out your soul~

"That's right, a grown man is petty. Look at you, you said that others are dirty, but it made you angry."

"Ms. Qianqian is so generous that she didn't get angry at your words. You are even less tolerant than a woman."

This fat Lord Zhao is also a lustful person. He likes to show off by defending the beauty and win her attention.

When Huang Gongwang heard that he was not as good as a woman, he was furious.

Being inferior to women is the greatest insult to him.

A breath got stuck in his lungs. He was almost suffocated, so he simply turned around and walked away.

Lin Qianqian glanced indifferently at the two adults who spoke for her.

"Thank you both for speaking for me."

Seeing the lust in the two people's smiling eyes, Lin Qianqian knew that these two people were speaking for her purely because of her face.

Lustful.

Is there any man in this world who is not lustful?

Even the male protagonist of this article is a big pervert.

A handsome little monk stepped out to smooth things over. "Why are you saying all this? It's rare that the prince is willing to bring Miss Qianqian out for us to see. I've heard of Miss Qianqian's great reputation for a long time. Please sing a song for us."

He wore a string of bodhi seeds on his right hand, clasped his hands together and spoke softly, and others followed suit.

"Yes, if you order a song in Baihualou, you will get a silver ingot."

"Even in the past, it would cost a lot of money to see Miss Qianqian."

"Miss Qianqian, please sing a song for us."

Lin Qianqian said to Gu Huai, "Then I will show my ugliness. For the prince, and for all the gentlemen present here."

Gu Huai looked at her with a smile.

Lin Qianqian came today to perform her talent at the gathering.

On the way here, she thought that she was now a well-known public figure in Beijing, and could be considered a budding little star.

Didn’t prostitutes in ancient times also perform their talents by playing various musical instruments and singing? They were like artists.

Let them criticize, it doesn't matter. Bad artists still have a few crazy fans who filter their looks, so it shouldn't be the end of their rope.

What she had to do was to produce good "works", perform in public, impress people with her excellent works, and correct her previous image of being crazy and mentally retarded and ignoring royal power and etiquette.

"Hey my dear, don't worry~"

"I will only hold your red sleeves for you in this life~"

"After three rounds of wine, the moon is on the branches~"

"My heart is at a loss~"

……

The woman spoke in the soft Wu dialect and with a gentle and charming opera voice, her throat was so soft that it could squeeze water out of it.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the whole audience fell silent.

Everyone's pupils dilated, staring at Lin Qianqian without blinking, as if their souls had been captured.

As Lin Qianqian sang her infectious voice, a beautiful picture slowly unfolded before everyone's eyes.

It seems as if I saw a young lady slowly opening the door in the misty rain of Jiangnan, holding up an oil-paper umbrella, walking gracefully in the alley, and suddenly looking back...

The voice is so soft, it makes my heart melt.

The soul is gone and the person is stupid.

Then he looked at the woman in front of him, her rosy lips opening and closing.

When those beautiful eyes look at people, they seem to have thousands of words to tell them. Her face is shining, beautiful and moving, as if it has a strong attraction, and you can't take your eyes off her after looking at her.

My feet seemed to be rooted. My acupuncture points were pressed and I couldn't move.

The casually raised orchid fingers, when put down, make people feel itchy.

"Wait for your name to be on the list~"

"Three or five strokes on the inkstone ~ ink falls and the partridge cries ~"

"Who knows the meaning of the song ~ The broken string is waiting for you to tie it ~"

"Hey my dear, don't worry~"

When the newly crowned number one scholar Lu Ji heard this piece of music, his heart immediately became as soft as cotton.

When you pass the imperial examination, on your wedding night, which man doesn't want a beautiful woman to accompany him? Which man doesn't want a beautiful woman who loves him wholeheartedly?

The men present had all experienced being examiners and officials.

This song expresses the man's dream in a straightforward way. Especially the soft Wu dialect, which is so soft that it makes people's hearts melt and intoxicated.

So gentle to the core.

"It's like listening to fairy music and my ears are temporarily bright."

"It sounds good."

"so good."

This song "Yuanyang Xi" is not a song at all when sung in the operatic Wu dialect.

When singing the second time, Lin Qianqian changed to a Huainan dialect version. Her voice became softer and her voice line was closer to Huang Ling's.

When this song first became popular, she listened to several versions. Before that, she was curious about dialects in other regions and learned to sing it.

Her junior sister posted a Huai opera version on her personal account at Bilibili, and the comments below were all: "I suddenly realized why people fought over singing girls in ancient times."

“You have to spend a fortune to hear this.”

"No wonder Silang likes Yu Ying'er's singing"

There were also people in the comment section who used their limited literary literacy to write two poor poems for her.

When Lin Qianqian first heard those poems, she didn’t understand them, but now standing here she suddenly understood them.

Men throughout history are simply dead.

"Red lips, danyang eyebrows, jade green onion, soft arms like lotus roots. The sound of nature is soft and gentle, and I ask you guys if you understand me." Lord Zhao, who was as fat as a piece of pork, finished his speech with a smile and said to the new champion Lu Ji,

"Lord Lu, you are a talented writer, please write a poem for Miss Qianqian."

The new number one scholar smiled softly.

Today's song reminded him of his past dreams.

He has already passed the imperial examination and all he needs is a beautiful wife.

He glanced at Lin Qianqian and recited, "Water cuts her eyes, mist cuts her clothes, a song at the banquet is charming and spring-like. The resentment of the night harp in Xiaoxiang still lingers, and the morning clouds in Wuxia are still sad."

"The white teeth are as fine as cold jade, and the dark eyebrows are slightly frowned, like distant mountains. Don't sing again in the morning rain in Weicheng, as the guests from Yangguan have not returned."

"What a poem! What a poem!"

"As expected of a great talent! This Lord Lu is really amazing!"

Suddenly, a long, mournful and continuous sound of the xun was heard.

The tune played was the same one that Lin Qianqian had just sung.

Everyone was shocked, and then they all listened attentively without saying a word.

The young monk Yuantong put away the dark brown eight-hole xun in his hand and smiled at everyone, "Miss Lin sang very well, and I couldn't help but sing along. Suddenly I thought that if there was music to accompany her singing, Miss Lin's voice would be even more beautiful."

Someone said, "The melody of this song is simple. I will play the piano for Miss Lin. Miss Lin, please sing it again."

"I can play the flute. I'll play the flute for Miss Lin."

"I can play the flute, too. I play it better than you do. Let me play!"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, why are you still fighting?"

Seeing a group of scholars suddenly pushing and shoving each other, and two of them even pulling each other's collars, Gu Huai stepped forward and said, "I can also play the flute, so I'll play the flute for Qianqian."

Lin Qianqian was begged by everyone to sing this song over and over again.

As soon as she finished singing once, they said they didn't hear enough and asked for another one.

There was also an official who taught Lin Qianqian to sing in her hometown dialect, and Lin Qianqian sang to him in her hometown dialect, which made the adults laugh heartily.

The polite new number one scholar offered her a cup of freshly brewed Longjing tea from before the rain and asked her to moisten her throat.

The young monk Yuantong bent down and attentively brought a round stool to Lin Qianqian, letting her sit in the middle of the crowd to rest.

Afterwards, Yuantong resumed his previous image of a wise man, holding the Buddhist beads in his hand, and stood quietly aside.

"It's so lively up ahead, let's go over and take a look." Today's host Shi Hao suggested to the man in a moon-white robe next to him.

"it is good."

Before the man came up, he looked up and recognized Lin Qianqian who was surrounded by a crowd, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.