Suddenly!
It was accompanied by a rapid sound of the bowstring being swept!
The gentle and delicate female voice seemed to be accompanied by endless yearning and longing.
"Love and hate can happen in an instant ~~
Toast my cup to the moon, feeling like the sky ~~
Love and hate are boundless ~~
I ask you when you will fall in love ~~
Chrysanthemum Terrace Reflects the Bright Moon ~
Who knew ~ my love's heart was cold ~~
Drunk in the arms of the king ~
Dream of the Great Tang ~~"
Mao Qingsheng stared at Ye Ziqing, who had just spoken.
Needless to say, this female voice was naturally sent by the junior class master.
It was different from Bai Naicheng's coquettish posture on stage.
The little class master was still hugging the zither to cover half of her face. The half of her face that was exposed behind the zither was dignified and dignified.
Previously, when he heard the little class master sing this song casually, he didn't think much about it.
Now that he was listening to the lyrics, he felt that they were talking about a different kind of Noble Consort Yang.
Yes…
Love and hate could happen in an instant.
Was it the same for Yang Guifei before she perished at the foot of Mawei Slope?
Yi Nian was his love for Tang Xuanzong.
One thought was hatred.
But what was the point of this love and hate?
It's already life and death. When will I meet you again and fall in love again?
Forget it.
He was also the one she adored.
She was sad because of him.
However, the last two sentences were," Drunk in the arms of the king, dreaming of the love of the Tang Empire."
Mao Qingsheng felt that these two lines were too spoken.
But thinking about it, it was a pop song after all.
It was too elegant. Who could understand it?
Moreover, the little class master said that she got the song from her dream when she was young.
What he didn't quite understand now was the meaning of these two lyrics.
Dream back to the Tang Dynasty, drunk in your arms.
Did the Noble Consort Yang in this song hate more or love more…
Just as Mao Qingsheng was unsure.
A female voice that sounded like a recital from a opera suddenly exploded.
" Your Majesty, have another cup!"
Hearing this.
Mao Qingsheng understood.
After the song…
Mao Qingsheng sat there and was silent for dozens of seconds.
In the night, there was silence in front of the stage of the old king's mansion for dozens of seconds.
The old man glanced at the phone on the table and quickly ended the recording.
He had mixed feelings when he heard this song.
Whether it was Noble Consort Yang in the movie or Noble Consort Yang in this song.
Without a doubt, it made him sigh endlessly.
Noble, magnanimous, infatuated, free and easy…
To love and not get is to hate.
Death is love.
But what if this Yang Noble Consort became like that when she was with that Bai Naicheng kid?
He sighed.
The old master looked at the little class master who had already placed the moon zither back into the box.
He said solemnly.
"Thank you, class leader Ye. This song…
She sang well and wrote well.
Did Class Head Ye really get it in her dream?”
This time, Ye Ziqing wasn't modest.
" The Drunken New Concubine " was sung by a young actor in his previous life.
Although his singing and dancing borrowed from the opera, it could not be considered an opera.
However, his artistic achievements were undeniable.
Therefore, Ye Ziqing accepted Mao Qingsheng's praise on behalf of the actor.
Everyone had their own preferences.
Some people liked opera, some liked pop songs, and some liked saliva songs.
Some people liked Chinese culture, while others yearned for the culture of other countries.
It was a peaceful era.
Everyone's preferences should be respected.
There was no need to deliberately elevate or belittle anything.
He had lived two lives, but in this life, he was an actress.
Ye Ziqing had a deeper understanding of these things.
However…
If you really like this thing, you have to treat it sincerely.
Just like himself.
I like to sing, but this profession used to be an actor.
You like opera songs, but some songs have nothing to do with opera.
I like opera, but there are fewer people who listen to opera and sing it.
Ye Ziqing felt that this kind of love was the right thing to do.
And as a Chinese…
She liked her own traditional culture and art.
Ye Ziqing felt that this was a matter of course.
If you don't like these things, don't belittle them.
This was because it was something that was embedded in his bones and flowed into his blood vessels.
In an instant, Ye Ziqing's mind was filled with so much information.
He laughed self-deprecatingly and frowned slightly.
At this moment, a pair of small hands reached over and gently rubbed away the annoyance between his brows.
The owner of these small hands was naturally Duo Erhong.
Duo Erhong, who was younger than Ye Ziqing but acted like an older sister, said softly.
"Why are all your songs so sad?
"There are many actors in autumn, but it's a pity that there's a place full of old love. The whole place is filled with old clothes."
'The words of love are hard to be written in ink, and she sings that she must be reconciled with blood.'
'I've been singing for a long time, but I can't be sad. The red part has turned into ashes.'”
'A young girl's hair is tied up like an old friend's bun...'
These songs are not good at all…"
Ye Ziqing didn't comment. He turned to look at his childhood sweetheart, Duo Er." Really?”
Duo Erhong nodded." Not good!"
Ye Ziqing: " Oh no, how did you memorize all the lyrics?"”
The little girl who was rubbing Ye Ziqing's brows seemed to have her worries exposed.
Her face turned red instantly and she quickly removed her hand from between Ye Ziqing's eyebrows.
Ye Ziqing chuckled." Then I'll sing you a song that's not so sad?”
However, the little girl still had a tsundere look on her face.
Ye Ziqing ignored her.
Instead, he turned to Mao Qingsheng and asked.
"Old Master, why don't you use the Jinghu to accompany me?
Er Huang and Si Ping?"
Mao Qingsheng, who felt that he was a little too much, had a shy expression on his face. His eyes drifted to the Jinghu player called "Yu Hao"."I know how to play the two yellow and four flat tunes, but I didn't bring my zither with me either?"”
How could Ye Ziqing not know what Mao Qingsheng was thinking?
Although the Jing Hu belonged to the grandmaster, Ye Ziqing would not be so generous.
However, the old master and the old class master were considered old friends.
It was still possible for the old master to satisfy his craving.
Now, seeing Mao Qingsheng like this, he found it a little funny.
Hence, he smiled and said," Old Master, don't hold it up. Can you give me this zither to play a tune of Erhuang? I'll play a real Beijing opera song for you."”
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