"The two young masters at Table 11 would like to invite Miss Qingqian to play the song again.”The waiter stood on the second floor and shouted at Qing Qian in the middle hall. Qing Qian smiled at Ji Yafu." General Ji, do you want to hear it again?”
Jiyafu smiled and nodded. He found a seat and sat down, quietly listening to Qing Qian play the piano again.
"Not bad, but it was sung by a performer.”A man dressed like a scholar interrupted Qing Qian's melody. Qing Qian frowned slightly. No way. Just now, he was here to find trouble with the Flower Pavilion. Now it was her turn?
Standing up and following the ear-piercing voice, Qing Qian saw a young man dressed in blue. His dark jade-colored eyes were very beautiful, but the words just now had greatly reduced Qing Qian's impression of him.
"This…Master, are you looking down on us performers?”Qing Qian frowned slightly. She had almost said the word " Mister " subconsciously just now. The way the ancient people addressed her was still not smooth.
"Naturally." The blue-robed man spoke bluntly. The moment Qing Qian turned around, he really thought that he had seen an immortal. Not only was she beautiful, but her temperament was also more refined.
"May I ask if this master is the young master of the He family?”Qing Qian raised her voice and laughed. The youth in blue frowned, but still replied," I am the son of the Right Prime Minister, the Great General of the world's military forces-Yan Lang.”
"Oh, really?" Qing Qian raised her eyebrows. Very good, she had fallen into a trap. However, she shook her head slightly." Qing Qian doesn't have such a good life to meet such a good father."”
"Of course." Yan Lang answered smoothly, but he suddenly reacted," I relied on my own ability to become the general of the army, not some nepotism.”
The crowd below the stage also revealed an amused expression. This matter was really getting more and more interesting. Everyone in the Southern Tang knew that Yan Lang was simple-minded and well-developed. He could not win against this sharp-tongued Qing Qian in front of him.
"Of course I know." Qing Qian nodded." Me too. I was forced to become a prostitute, and you became the son of the Right Prime Minister by chance. We are essentially the same. Moreover, generals and generals were born without seeds, and heroes should not be asked about their origins. Why bother to dwell on this issue?”
When Yan Lang heard this, he also laughed heartily. He realized that he somewhat liked the woman in front of him. She was very smart and also very tasteful.
Qing Qian followed Yan Lang's smile and looked to the right, only to see a young man in his twenties. The young man was dressed in white and looked very fresh and clean. His every move was full of the aura of a noble. Qing Qian smiled at the man in white. A man who could sit with the son of the Right Prime Minister was naturally not an ordinary person. He must have some prominent status.
"I am Li Zhongtong. Greetings, Miss Qing Qian.”Sensing Qing Qian's probing gaze, the man in white stood up and smiled at her. His smile was like a spring breeze, making people feel very comfortable.
Qing Qian was obviously stunned. That man's smile was really too lethal. However, she was far from having the courage to start a new relationship. Right now, she only hoped that in this unfamiliar era, she could heal the damage she had suffered in her previous relationship.
Wait, what did he say his name was? Li Chongtong? This name sounded like a fake name. In her impression, there were two people who had polycoria. One was Xiang Yu, the Conqueror of West Chu, and the other was Li Yu, the Latter Ruler of Southern Tang. The man in front of her happened to be surnamed Li, and his age was probably about the same as Li Yu. Qing Qian did not know why she had a feeling that the person in front of her should be Li Yu, but it was not appropriate to ask him directly.
"Qian 'er, you seem to be a well-read person. Why don't you sing a poem for us? I'll just add to the fun." A light smile appeared on his face. If Li Chongtong was really Li Yu, then he definitely deserved to be called well-read.
Yan Lang glanced at the youth in white. Although he was wild and unruly, he was not what outsiders saw him to be. He laughed at the actress called Qing Qian in front of him. She was obviously not tactful. What kind of identity did Li Chongtong have? How could he recite poems for a prostitute?
Li Chongtong smiled at Qing Qian." You can have lyrics too. Miss, you have to compose one first."”
Qing Qian was stunned. Yes, she was studying Chinese, but it was a little difficult to write lyrics. She had no choice. After being taught a lesson by Li Chongtong, she could only walk the old path of her colleagues. Brother Nalan, I'm sorry.
"Who plays the song of desolation in the Yuefu? The wind is also whistling, the rain is also whistling, and the lights are spent for another night. I don't know what's in my arms, I'm bored when I wake up. Drunk is boring. When have I ever dreamed of Xie Qiao?"
"Yes." Li Chongtong recited the poem in his heart. It was a very good 'Picking Mulberry.' It was fresh but had a hint of sadness. He smiled at Qing Qian and also wrote a poem with the title of Picking Mulberry.'Spring in front of the pavilion, the red flowers are gone, the dance is lingering.' It was drizzling, and when I didn't let go of my eyebrows, I opened my eyes for a while. The green window was calm and the fragrant sound was broken, and the incense was printed into ashes. But I can't help feeling sleepy and sleepy.”
Li Chongtong chanted in a relaxed manner, but Qing Qian remained rooted to the spot. That was Li Yu's poem. He was really the Southern Tang Dynasty's Latter Ruler, Li Yu, Li Congjia.
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