One piece of music after another, the soul flies away again and again.

The hall was full of fluttering fairy souls, lingering with melodious fairy music.

Xianle Club, worthy of its name.

In the end, Zhang Xixi appeared, and the cheers below were thunderous, and they did not disperse for a long time.

Zhang Xixi gently, gently, unveiled the veil of mystery, and the audience held their breath and concentrated, looking forward to seeing the beauty of the country.

In the quiet, the fragrance of flowers is diffuse......

Her face is no longer mysterious,

Appropriate makeup, amiable complexion, heart-pounding complexion. Sai Tianxian is like Chang'e, and it is true that the country and the city are captivated.

Taichung, a guqin, a bamboo chair, a bright red dress.

Zhang Xixi's independence among them......

For a time, the colorful silk flowers were all discolored, and the Quartet music women were gloomy.

I saw a pair of slender hands and two beautiful eyes.

The next moment, he played with the strings with his bare hands, and his singing voice moved his heart.

……

Morning Glory, the Han Girl of the Bright River.

Slender hands, zaza lanes.

All day long, sobbing like rain.

The river is clear and shallow, how much is it different?

Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent.

——

As the last bit of piano note faded, the poignant singing slowly stopped.

Zhang Xixi put her hands on the piano, bowed her head slightly, her expression was gloomy, and she couldn't get out of the lyrics for a long time. The same is true for the people below.

Silence......

Suddenly there was a cheer, followed by a cheer.

Warm and extraordinary.

Liu Yong got up slowly, he began to slap, and gradually all of them slapped together, very rhythmically. Zhang Xixi restrained her emotions, got up slowly, bowed to the audience several times, smiled and smiled, and there seemed to be a little tear on her delicate cheeks.

Liu Yong knew that the words sung by Zhang Xixi were a five-character ancient poem in the Han Dynasty, telling about the poignant love of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, in order to set off the suffering of separation. Under Zhang Xixi's affectionate interpretation, it is even more beautiful, poignant and sad, which makes people move and cry when they hear it.

Zhang Xixi thanked the court, and the discussion outside the audience flowed like the water of the waves.

Liu Yong poured himself a sip of wine, and seemed to be still immersed in the graceful and mournful singing. Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder. When she raised her head, it was Zi'er's face. She said with a smile: "Liu Langjun, why did my young lady call you over?" ”

Liu Yong hurriedly got up, straightened his clothes, and told Niu Rong to stay honest. I saw the tears on his face. I didn't expect such a big man and a rough man to have the warmth of a little woman. Liu Yong couldn't help but laugh dumbly, Niu Rong was ashamed, and quickly lowered his head and was silent.

This is Zhang Xixi's changing room, he can come alone, I don't know how many people envy death. In fact, he really paid attention to it, not to mention others, the eunuch Zhang and Guo Dequan, as well as Ma Shifan, all watched him enter. As for what kind of eyes to look at, Liu Yong didn't have to think about it. They must have died of jealousy.

Zhang Xixi changed into the costume just now, and she was wearing a close-fitting pale pink skirt, dressed like a sister next door, which made people feel both cordial and a little cold. It is her makeup that is kind, and her coquettishness that is cold.

Faced with such a beauty, Liu Yong couldn't help but be flustered. Quickly bowed down and saw my sister. Which Cheng thought, Zhang Xixi actually graciously held Liu Yong's hand. Suddenly, a strong fragrance hit his nose, which made Liu Yong's heart tremble, and he was confused. When he sat down on the top of the chair, he came back to his senses.

I only heard Zhang Xixi ask him what he thought of this performance, and she asked how light and intense it was. This is how she feels to Liu Yong. There is no lack of intensity in the lightness, and there is lightness in the intensity, which is the regret that makes you feel like you are leaving.

Liu Yong exhausted all the beautiful words, but it was not enough, how could his language level be limited, if he found a big word person, he might be able to show his wonderful meaning. Didn't the Southern Song Dynasty produce great poets? I don't know if I can meet one, and I can also see the demeanor of a great writer.

Liu Yong's praise is a little exaggerated, which inevitably provokes Zi'er to snicker. Liu Yong won't talk about it.

Zhang Xixi also smiled, and asked about business.

It turned out that Zhang Xixi had been thinking about the entanglement between Liu Yong and Guo Dequan. This made Liu Yong very moved, and he had the intention of letting the sister he had just recognized mediate so that his business could be successful. He told Zhang Xixi about the story of 1510.

Zhang Xixi pondered for a moment, and talked about Guo Dequan's temperament and some bits and pieces of the past.

Through Zhang Xixi's story, Liu Yong knew that Guo Dequan was self-serving, arrogant and rude, and even looked down on the low-class toiling masses. Gu Zhang Xixi said that this person was born in a wealthy family, pampered since he was a child, and his official position was bought with money. Until he was in his thirties, he couldn't change his pampered temperament. Everything needs someone to give him three points before he stops.

Zhang Xixi speculated that Guo Dequan's contempt for Liu Yong was probably due to his industry and identity. Of course, Lin Hualang and Niu Rong's scolding is also one of the reasons.