After the family fell, I wanted to lie down

"Humph, she was already trembling with fear in Yi Garden. Now that Lord Lu is dead, she still looks helpless..."

How could he be so flattering when he was young? Liu Xiucai wanted to criticize Gao Ge a few more times but was stopped by the people around him.

Liao Chengyi on the other side did not think she was flattering, but just found it very interesting, so he smiled and said, "My child, you are thoughtful, very interesting, you are really a scholar, Lord Lu likes this the most, and he must like it now. Come on, keep singing." Then he turned to Zhang Zhe and said, "You should sit down and listen too."

Liang Jingtian said, "Naughty boy, don't make the adults laugh at you."

Liao Chengyi sighed and waved his hands, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm not Lord Lu. I'm not as knowledgeable as him. I can't tell good from bad. I just saw the scene today and joined in the fun." After that, he waved his hands again and said, "Come on, come on, don't stop, keep going, keep going."

When everyone saw him like this, Prefect Liang waved his hand and the Fu family immediately led them to their seats. They also ordered people to continue singing and serve tea, cakes, etc.

But by the time they had all taken their seats, the people on the stage had not yet appeared.

Liao Chengyi asked curiously, "What's going on? What happened?"

A servant was wiping his sweat and waiting on the side, saying something to the steward. The steward suddenly became angry, turned around and walked quickly to the backyard.

The master of the Fu family poured a glass of wine and said, "Try it, my lords. This is brewed by my family. If you want to perform an opera, you need to prepare more..."

Liao Cheng said "oh", indicating that he understood, and picked up the wine glass to drink.

Fu Ziyan looked towards the stage and asked, "What happened over there? Is there an accident?"

On the stage side, Yu Tang was also leaning against the window to look out, and she heard faint crying sounds over there, and a maid ran over, looking a little flustered.

"Miss, Miss, Miss Yao'er won't go on stage. She said that many officers and soldiers came outside to investigate the cause of Lord Lu's death. I heard that they were very angry. She was afraid, so she won't go on stage."

"Angry, what are they angry about?"

"They say Lord Lu is dead, but they can still sing and dance here. They are cursing Lord Lu."

"It seems like what you said makes some sense. But what should I do? I'm not allowed to sing outside..."

"I don't know. Anyway, Miss Yaoer said she won't go on stage. The other ladies behind her also won't go on stage. The older sisters don't care anymore. If the ladies don't give you the stage, then you will be the next one!"

"Ah, is that so?" Yu Tang put his hand on his pounding chest.

Zhengzi, at this moment, a voice came from outside urging, "Who's next? Next..."

The maid hugged Yutang's arm in fear and said, "Miss, what should we do? What should we do? We can't go."

Yutang was hesitating, but when she saw Zhilin standing up with the zither in his arms, she couldn't help but shout, "Master Zhilin?"

Zhilin didn't look at her, but just walked out.

"You, I..."

A mellow male voice came from outside, and Yutang couldn't help but put his ear to the door to listen.

"Hey, why is there a man here? Aren't they all prostitutes?"

"Why, is this little official here too?"

The commotion on the stage did not attract the attention of Liao Chengyi and Zhang Zhe. After Liao Chengyi drank a glass of wine, he seemed to remember something and asked, "Where is that kid?"

"Sir, the boy is here."

Liao Chengyi looked at him and nodded, "How old are you? What kind of books are you reading?"

"I'm thirteen years old and I'm reading the Spring and Autumn Annals."

Liang Jingtian glanced at her and replied, "In the academy, with Mr. Zichun."

Mr. Zichun Liao Chengyi certainly knew about this. He nodded repeatedly and said, "It's rare, rare, rare that someone so young has such great talent."

Zhang Zhe was also attracted by their words, especially the crutch held in Yingge's hand. "What's wrong? Are your legs and feet inconvenient?"

Yingge lowered her head and said, "No, the boy just recovered from an illness and is a little exhausted."

Liao Chengyi exclaimed, "Is that so? Then sit down quickly and take a rest."

Zhang Zhe Bhutan did not look away but asked again, "What disease do you have?"

Liang Jingtian coughed and said, "What disease? Humph, it's a disease caused by fighting. I fought with my classmates. It's really disgraceful."

Fighting, Liao Cheng said, "Young people are hot-blooded, and quarreling is inevitable."

Zhang Zhe was still looking at Yingge, and wanted to ask something else, but suddenly the sound of piano started to play on the stage, and Liao Chengyi said happily, "Stop talking, stop talking, it's time to start, hurry up."

The noise around suddenly quieted down, but I don’t know if anyone except Liao Chengyi was really watching the show.

The sound of piano was heard, and there were already several people in front. This time it was a little different from the previous ones. Several people couldn't help but stretch their heads to look forward.

There was a young man sitting on the stage. His face could not be seen clearly. He just lowered his head and played the piano... Hey, no girls?

"When will the bright moon appear..."

"I ask the sky with my wine,"

The sound of piano and singing rang out, and it was a man. People around the stage immediately started talking about it. Why was it a man?

"I will go back with the wind...it's too cold up there..."

The singing voice lingered in the air, louder than the surrounding noise. The voice suddenly stopped, and after a while it started again in intermittent high and low pitches.

"I've never heard this kind of singing before..."

“It’s a little weird, but it sounds good.”

The young people in the crowd were stunned and looked incredulous when they heard this.

"It's Zhilin."

"Why is he singing?"

"Doesn't he sing all the time?"

"No, but tonight the woman from the brothel is singing..."

There was a commotion all around.

"Did you teach me?" Su Qinghe looked at Yingge and said.

Yingge just said "oh", "how is it? It sounds good."

Su Qinghe did not speak, but just looked at the stage again. At this time, Yutang was listening attentively backstage. After a while, he suddenly stood up and ran outside.

The maid tried to grab her hand, but it slipped away and she could only watch Yutang disappear from her sight.

When the first song ended, only the melodious sound of the piano could be heard. Suddenly, the lights on the stage dimmed and brightened, and a woman's long sleeves swayed with the lights, and a female voice was heard singing.

"Turning around the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful window..."

The woman's voice was swaying, and she sang in a low voice, seeming to be filled with melancholy...

Singing duet to this tune seemed very interesting. After singing it according to the instructions at first, Zhilin revised it several times. After that, he focused on practicing with Yutang. He seldom came to discuss the song with her. In the end, Yingge didn't even know what the song was like.

It turns out that one can sing it this way compared to his own. Yingge turned to Su Qinghe and said, "I didn't teach you that." Her eyes were full of smiles. It was true that the ancients were very wise.

The singing and piano music stopped abruptly, but the people on and off the stage were still immersed in the song, and someone started clapping first.

Liao Chengyi smiled and said, "Good, good, good, the singing is beautiful, the singer is pretty, the lyrics are good, it's really good." Then he turned around and asked Zhang Zhe beside him, "Is it especially good?"

"Yes, it's very good."

"Look, even Lord Zhang Zhe, who doesn't even watch the singing and dancing, said it was beautiful. It's not easy to get his praise."

The master of the Fu family quickly apologized with a smile.

Liao Chengyi called Yingge again, and Yingge came out from the crowd and saluted.

"We are a bunch of rough people who don't understand poetry, but this sounds good to me." He sighed again. "No wonder Lord Lu asked you to write a poem that day. You are really talented."

"It's a pity that I failed Master Lu's kindness that day."

"Don't let me down, don't let me down. The moon waxes and wanes, and people have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions."

Liang Jingtian coughed and said, "Lord Liao, please stop praising her. This kid is so ignorant. Since we are all here at Chun Yutang, why don't we go to the garden together?"

Liao Chengyi said, "I really think it's good, but I'm not exaggerating."

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from the crowd.

"Since Master Yingge is so talented, I wonder if this time will be the same as in Yiyuan?"

When Liang Jingtian heard the voice, he felt itchy. It was her again. Why was he everywhere?

Everyone looked and saw people moving around a scholar under a lamp in the distance, and several of his companions were leaving his side in panic.

Lin Xiucai seemed to be unaware of it. He just looked at Yingge and said, "You are so talented. Why don't you try your hand at it?"

Prefect Liang was so angry that he stood up and was about to scold her, but Yingge said before him, "Okay."

Yingge's answer was beyond everyone's expectations, and now everyone's eyes were focused on her.

Liao Chengyi looked at Liu Xiucai, then at Zhang Zhe, and whispered, "This is probably what is called scholars looking down on each other."

"Oh, I like this the most." Without waiting for Zhang Zhe to answer, he added, "Okay, this Yingge is really bold."