Chapter 1994

I saw song Yuqiao's five fingers gently close and twist slowly, and the diamond shaped small red lips gently open and close. She sang in a soft and soft voice: "The West Lake is here again today. It hurts to think about the past. When I see Xu Hanwen on the same boat through ups and downs, it's rare for officials to have good feelings. It's a double blind date to respect and sympathize with each other. I know that good flowers encounter ruthless rain and the bright moon meets thousands of clouds. Now the flowers have fallen and the moon is unknown. I can't look back on the old situation. I hate Fahai monk who only cares about people's family affairs and breaks up mandarin ducks..."

Song Yuqiao's voice is soft but crisp, charming but clear. Especially before, she was shy and unspeakable. But when she sang Pingtan, she suddenly forgot all her shyness. Her expression is sad and her eyes are moving. Even those who can't understand the lyrics can instantly enter the artistic conception of Ci and qu.

Seeing that song Yuqiao was singing the excerpt from the broken bridge in the biography of the White Snake, Li Yundong couldn't help laughing and said, "it's a coincidence that I have Fahai's burning finger bowl in my hand. It must have been this burning finger bowl that cleaned up the white snake. Now it's in my hand. Who do you think I'll clean up?"

Su Chan made a face at Li Yundong and said with a smile, "don't clean up me anyway!"

Li Yundong laughed and came up to Su Chan and whispered, "if you don't obey me, I'll clean you up!"

Su Chan's ears were red. She chuckled and spat, "I hate it!"

The two of them talked like no one else. Song Yuqiao had finished the play. At this time, the people upstairs cheered and shouted.

Some practitioners shouted, "good is good, but it's a little too miserable. Sing a little cheerful!"

After singing the song, song Yuqiao became very shy again. She lowered her head and whispered, "then I'll come out again when I go in and change..."

As she said this, she moved the lotus step lightly and walked to the back door.

The people laughed and said, "the little girl is not young, but she has a great style. She has to go in and change her clothes to sing a happy song!"

After a while, song Yuqiao came out from behind. They saw that she didn't change much at all. She was wearing a pair of gold hairpin jewelry on her head. There was a bright flower on the gold hairpin. The flower was colorful and had all kinds of colors. It looked bright and dazzling. Moreover, when she came, there was a pungent fragrance on her body, which made people intoxicated.

Song Yuqiao sat down with a lute. After a while, she said, "everyone wants to hear happy music, but I have only learned a happy music, and the master who taught me to sing once told me that if I want to sing this song, I have to worship her before I can sing."

The practitioners respect their teachers most. When they hear this, they are all awed and say, "good, filial piety!"

"Rare, really rare!"

After Song Yuqiao got up, he said apologetically to Wan Zhenyuan, "Lord Wan, I'm really sorry. Can I burn a pot of incense?"

Wan Zhenyuan hadn't heard song Yuqiao say this rule before. Although he felt strange, he didn't go to his heart. He smiled and said, "of course."

Song Yuqiao got up again, went to the back hall and came in with a censer in his hands. The people saw three incense sticks on the censer, curling green smoke and pleasant aroma.