The book has no strength, the female supporting role just wants to survive

Meng Jingchen was sitting in a swaying carriage, thinking about the homework he had not completed for the day, when suddenly the carriage stopped abruptly and he was almost knocked out due to inertia.

"Sir, the victims ahead are causing trouble again."

Ziwen's voice came in steadily, and Meng Jingchen felt a little irritated. Recently, there were more and more disaster victims in Kyoto. He didn't understand why the soldiers guarding the gate let those victims in.

These lowly refugees are ignorant, rude and barbaric. Ever since they came to Kyoto, the entire street has been filled with chaos and foul smells.

"Let's take a detour."

Meng Jingchen calmed himself down, and the carriage continued to move slowly.

"Are you looking for death?"

Zi Wen's anxious voice was heard, and the carriage shook again.

"I beg you all to be kind, my child hasn't eaten for three days, please save him!"

Meng Jingchen pulled open the curtain with an angry look on his face, only to see a ragged woman holding a little girl in her arms blocking the carriage. The child was lying in the woman's arms quietly with her eyes closed, with a suspicious blush on her face.

"Get out of here! Do you know whose carriage this is?!"

Zi Wen's tone was full of warning. The woman obviously flinched for a moment, but when she thought of the child in her arms, she mustered up the courage to plead,

"Please give the child something to eat."

Meng Jingchen spoke coldly,

"Zi Wen, solve it quickly."

After saying that, Meng Jingchen returned to the carriage. Zi Wen curled his fingers in front of his mouth and whistled. Suddenly, several men in black appeared from all around and took the woman and the girl away.

The girl was thrown on the roadside like a rag. The woman wanted to scream but the man in black covered her mouth tightly.

The woman was not released until Meng Jingchen's carriage left, and the men in black disappeared instantly as if they had never been there.

The woman crawled to the girl's side trembling, but the girl was already dead.

......

Liangchuan Taki sat in the room bored, turning the teacup on the tea table, with the person sent by his brother standing behind him.

"Kujo Koichi, I didn't expect that you were my brother's spy planted in Liangchuan Chiming's place."

The man called Kujo Koichi raised his head. He was the right-hand man that Jiang Tunan had seen in the cave before.

"Before in the cave, the left emissary Sakai Masayuki had been captured by Daxing. Now I am the only one left by the Third Prince's side. Recently, the Third Prince has made new moves. He sent me here, which is convenient for me to contact you."

"Oh? What is he going to do again?"

Liangchuan Taki became interested. Although he, the third brother, was not the smartest among all the brothers, he was the most insidious. However, this insidiousness seemed resourceful to the Great Yin King.

"Have you noticed, Your Highness the Seventh Prince, that there are more disaster victims in Kyoto recently?"

When talking about this, Liangchuan Taki gets angry.

"I can only stay in here every day, how can I know what's going on outside!"

"Your Highness is right. I made a mistake in my words."

Kujo Koichi bowed his head and apologized, and Ryokawa Taki waved his hand.

"You continue to collect."

"Yes."

Kujo Koichi stood up straighter and continued speaking.

"His Royal Highness the Third Prince has mixed his people among the disaster victims, intentionally inciting the victims' emotions and causing the people to be dissatisfied with the Daxing court. It has already been effective."

"That's it? The people in Daxing are not fools. They will soon find out who is behind this. Liangchuan Chiming has the nerve to brag about such a small trick."

Liangchuan Taki looked disdainful, but heard Kujo Koichi continue to say,

"Of course, it's not just that. The third prince's ultimate goal is actually to test Daxing's strength. He quietly spread the plague among the victims. I believe that Kyoto will soon be conquered by the plague."

"I recently heard that the Nine Yang Needles have reappeared in the world. Now that a large-scale epidemic has broken out, the Nine Yang Needles will definitely be used. At that time, not only can I test the power of the Nine Yang Needles, but I can also seize it."

Liangchuan Taki had no expression on his face and did not speak for a long time.

Suddenly, he laughed, but his eyes were filled with endless sarcasm.

"Liangchuan Chiming, you are really not a human being."

......

Thanks to Ji Yiheng and Jiang Tunan's explanation, Qiu Niang quickly understood the direction that Nazheyuan should take in the future, but she said with difficulty,

"Although several sisters in the garden can read, it is still difficult to compose music and lyrics."

Jiang Tunan thought for a while and said,

"It's your job to find someone to compose the music and lyrics. A singing studio has to release new songs every once in a while. If you keep singing the same old clichés, customers will surely leave."

Xiao Mingrui looked at Jiang Tunan's earnest expression, and an idea flashed through his mind.

"How about my cousin show me a lesson?"

"Yes, Xiao Nannan, you have always been strong in this area, give it a try."

Xiao Mingxu just wanted to watch the fun, he always liked to stir up trouble.

"Every performance of Sister Tunan has impressed me so much. I'm already looking forward to it."

Ling'er and Ye Ruzhen also looked at Jiang Tunan expectantly.

Jiang Tunan at this time:?

So after Kikyo stepped down, the masked woman that Branwen and Dina saw came on stage.

That person was Jiang Tunan who was forced to do something he was not supposed to do.

Jiang Tunan sat quietly on the stage. It was dark and quiet below the stage, which made her feel like retreating.

Sure enough, the feeling of being on stage was different from usual. Even if she was performing in front of the emperor, at least she could still see the expression of the person opposite her.

"What on earth is this man trying to do?"

Branwen had originally sat back in his seat, but when he saw that Jiang Tunan did not move, he began to become impatient.

"Patience Branwen."

Dana looked at Jiang Tunan on the stage with a gentle expression, and soon Jiang Tunan spoke.

"The last song of today is dedicated to everyone who lives life seriously. May we still be young after going through so many hardships."

Jiang Tunan took a deep breath, looked at the darkness around him and began to sing,

"I once dreamed of traveling the world with a sword and seeing the prosperity of the world..."

"Young people are always a little frivolous, and now you are at home everywhere..."

There was still no other sound around, which made Jiang Tunan feel a little panicked. Although she had a lot of theories, the songs she knew were all from modern times, and it was not certain whether they would suit the tastes of the people here.

"Let's drink this glass of wine. A man's heart is like the sea..."

“On the road of moving forward courageously.”

After Jiang Tunan finished singing, he almost blurted out:

Do you like it? If you like it, please send a text message xxxx to xxxxxx and set it as your ringtone~

Just as Jiang Tunan was stunned, the people in the audience had different reactions.

"This poem is too vulgar, and is far from being as well-balanced as "Pipa Xing"."

"You writers love to quibble over words, but I like this style. This girl really touched my heart!"

“Although the lyrics are too straightforward and simple, they touch people’s hearts.”

"That's it."

"I don't bother to argue with you vulgar people."

"..."

Although there were mixed reviews, overall the feedback was positive.

Jiang Tunan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, thank God. Thanks to Teacher Xu Wei!

In the single room upstairs, Branwen's expression eased a little and he gave his evaluation.

“It’s a style I’ve never seen before, it feels very novel.”

Dana's eyes sparkled as he stared at Jiang Tunan on the stage more seriously than before.

"A free soul."

Dana turned around quickly.

"Branwen, I want to meet that girl."

"Don't make things complicated, Dana."

Branwen's tone was full of disapproval, and Dana pleaded pitifully,

"I just went to ask who wrote her music. I really like this style."

Branwen was a little shaken, and Dana took advantage of this and said,

"Please, Branwen."

"Okay..well, just don't ruin our plan. You know, this is very important to us."

"Okay, thank you, Branwen."

"I'll wait for you at the door."

Dana got the answer he wanted and ran out of the room happily to look for Qiu Niang.

"Hello."

Qiu Niang was directing the closing of the day. When she heard the voice, she turned around and found that it was the guest from Tujia.

"Guest, what can I do for you?"

"Where is the girl from the last song? I want to meet her."

The people of Tujia country always speak directly. Qiu Niang had heard this before, so she remained calm.

"I'm sorry, sir. The girls in our garden don't come out to entertain guests during non-business hours. Please come back next time."

It's no use coming next time. There's no way Jiang Tunan can perform on stage at Nazhe Garden every day.

"I don't need her to entertain me. I just want to get to know her."

Dana did not understand the rejection in Qiu Niang's words, but just stubbornly asked for information about Jiang Tunan.

"Sorry sir, this... this won't work."

If people knew that Jiang Tunan was performing on stage here, Xiao Mingxu would probably be furious.

"Okay, I get it now."

Dana took out some silver from his pocket and put it into Qiu Niang's hand,

"It's not enough money, right?"

Qiu Niang: ...I actually feel a little damn moved.

"Okay, my dear guest, it's time to close. You'd better leave now. You are welcome to come back next time."

As Qiu Niang spoke, she pushed Dana out and then quickly closed the door.

Branwen, who was waiting at the door, saw Dana coming out and asked curiously,

"You asked?"

"No, the female boss refused to tell me."

Although Branwen felt sorry, he could understand.

"Since this is their specialty, they will naturally not let others easily find out her information."

"makes sense."

Dana felt much better after thinking about it.

"Then I'll come back and try tomorrow."

......

After Jiang Tunan finished his performance, he followed the two brothers of the Xiao family back to the Xiao Mansion.

Before leaving, she even thanked Xing Er.

"Thank you, Xing'er. I didn't expect you to be so smart. You understood it after I just described it to you."

When Jiang Tunan was watching modern videos, he once saw a post titled "There is no comparison between traditional musical instruments and Western musical instruments."

As you can imagine, this post quickly became a hot topic. In addition to indignant passers-by who defended the culture of traditional musical instruments, major traditional musical instrument bloggers also posted their own operation videos.

Among them was a blogger who learned to play the Ruanqin. He used the Ruanqin to play the rock and lyrical style of the guitar, so Jiang Tunan was also wondering whether he could let Xing'er play out the same effect.

What surprised Jiang Tunan was that Xing'er succeeded almost immediately after hearing her description.

"It's Miss Jiang who has a clever idea."

Xing'er lowered her head slightly, with different emotions flashing in her eyes.

"No, no, no, it's still your intelligence that accounts for the majority of the credit. You're really amazing."

Xing'er's mind moved slightly. She slowly raised her head and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Xiao Mingxu's voice in the distance.

"Xiao Nannan, hurry up, we have to go back home quickly."

"Xing'er, I'm leaving now. I hope you can be even better next time!"

Jiang Tunan said goodbye hurriedly and immediately ran towards the Xiao Mansion's carriage.

The words that Xing'er hadn't finished were stuck in her throat, and she could only stare blankly with her mouth open, watching Jiang Tunan's carriage go away.

The sky suddenly turned gloomy, and it looked like a heavy rain was coming. Pedestrians on the street quickened their pace to go home, and street vendors began to pack up the items on their stalls.

The sound of a girl whispering came from the wind.

"Because you taught me that already, miss."

.......

Baili Hong came out of the palace with a lot of anger, perhaps because he had been taking leave from the Imperial College recently to take Su Xiaoxiao out to relax, which seemed a bit unprofessional in the eyes of the Queen, so today the Queen specially called him over to give him a lecture.

But Su Xiaoxiao was frightened by refugees when distributing porridge, and was bullied by someone in the Imperial Medical Bureau. As Su Xiaoxiao's cousin, Baili Hong felt that he had done nothing wrong.

Moreover, his mother only has eyes for Su Lanlan, so Su Xiaoxiao is often the one who is ignored. So what's wrong with him caring more about Su Xiaoxiao?

What's so good about Su Lanlan? She sticks to the rules all the time and is lifeless at a young age. She is not as lively and cute as my little cousin.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved Baili Hong felt. He was obviously his father's first child. Logically, the position of crown prince should be his and everyone should respect him. But Baili Hao was always thinking about being in the limelight. His mother would not try her best to say good things about her son in front of his father like Concubine Li did. He felt really aggrieved.

"Brother, please don't go forward."

The man's reminder brought Baili Hong back to his senses instantly, and he saw a man in shorts speaking with a sincere expression.

"Why? Isn't this road meant for people to walk on?"

Baili Hong was wearing plain clothes today, and he sneaked out because he was angry, without any servants around him, so the man in front of him didn't seem to know his identity.

"Brother, you misunderstood. I didn't mean to stop you from leaving. It's just that there are refugees making trouble ahead. I'm afraid it's not safe for you to go there now."

Baili Hong frowned. The refugees had been in Beijing for some time, but the problem seemed to be getting more and more serious.

"Brother, are you worried about the refugees?"

Baili Hong looked up at the person who was speaking.

"How do you know what's on my mind?"

The man smiled broadly.

"Brother, your worries are written all over your face."

Baili Hong shrugged casually and was about to leave, but he saw the child next to him suddenly started crying. It turned out that two brothers were arguing over a string of candied haws.

The father of the two brothers gave the candied haws to the younger brother without thinking. The older brother said in dissatisfaction,

"Why should I give it to him? I am obviously the boss, and according to the order, I should eat first."

"He is your brother, so you should be more considerate of him. Besides, your brother has been praised by the teacher today. What about you?"

The father ignored his brother's emotions. The younger brother held up the candied haws and licked the sugar coating on the candied haws as if showing off.

"But..."

There were tears in my brother's eyes, but he finally swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Baili Hong looked at the family in silence, but then the man's voice came from the side.

"Although the younger brother is younger than the older brother, he is not much younger. The father only has money to buy a string of candied haws. He could have let the older brother eat half first and then the younger brother eat the other half, or let the older brother eat first and buy another one for the younger brother next time."

"But he insisted on giving the candied haws to his younger brother, using the excuse that his elder brother was not a good student."

"Although the elder brother was obviously unhappy, he still watched his younger brother finish the candied haws. If I were the elder brother, I would definitely step forward and take the candied haws back."

The man's voice lingered in Baili Hong's ears like a ghost. Baili Hong asked,

"But hasn't it always been the case that the older ones give way to the younger ones?"

The man chuckled.

"Brother, what you said is indeed true, but it's fine to give up small favors in normal times, but what about the family property? It's something that the eldest son inherits, so do we have to give it up just because the older ones give up the younger ones?"

Baili Hong felt better after hearing this. Sure enough, there are still smart people in this world. What the hell is Baili Hao, one of the four great talents? He would not bother with such fancy things. His father's throne can only be his. How dare Baili Hao covet it?

"You are a sensible person. I like you very much. What is your name?"

The man behaved normally and did not show any emotion because of Baili Hong's words. Baili Hong was very satisfied with his calm and composed temperament.

"My name is Hua Bei, may I know who you are, brother?"