Ah, this——

You old man understands again!

Wang Zi'an smiled modestly and waved his hand.

"I just made a few random remarks to amuse myself and relieve my boredom——"

He didn't want to dwell on this topic. At this point, he changed the subject and asked with a smile.

"You are so busy on weekdays, how come you have time to come here to relax?"

"I was hanging out with Brother Deming, and then I happened to meet Ying'er and the others. No, as soon as I sat down, before I finished my cup of tea, I saw you coming on stage to sing "A Sorrow for Jiangnan" - to be honest, this is really inappropriate

What you can write at your age—"

Kong Yingda shook his head with emotion.

"Sure enough, a genius is a genius. We ordinary people really can't understand it - just like we can never understand why you are so young and have such superb calligraphy skills..."

Wang Zi’an:……

You may not believe it, but I am not alone.

Wang Zi'an complained silently.

He also undoubtedly defended himself.

There is no way, the excuse is Versailles, and people don’t believe it anyway.

"When I hear this song "Lai Jiangnan", it seems to be similar to the Shajiabang tune you sang last time - and it sounds like it's just a part of the aria. Is it complete? Let me appreciate it - "

After Kong Yingda finished speaking, he looked at Wang Zi'an with interest.

His biggest hobby in daily life is listening to music in the Liyuan, and he can be regarded as the Tang Dynasty version of a senior audiophile.

At this time, it can be regarded as a joy to see the hunter.

The others also looked at him curiously, especially Princess Changle, who was full of interest.

"Wang Zi'an, Wang Zi'an, tell me quickly, do you have a complete one? I hear your singing is quite interesting -"

As she spoke, she rubbed her hands excitedly.

"In a few days, it will be my mother's birthday - well, my mother's birthday. I am worried about not being able to find a suitable gift. If you sing to my satisfaction, I will dedicate you to my mother as a gift -"

Wang Zi’an:……

Auntie, what are you talking about?

Seeing Wang Zi'an looking at him dumbfounded, Changle didn't realize there was anything wrong with his wording, and was still happily counting on his fingers.

"When the time comes, if you sing well, mother - cough, mother will be happy, maybe there will be some reward. Look, I don't have to spend money, and I can still make mother happy. Isn't it a good deal?

"

Wang Zi’an:……

Ouch, girl, wake up, you are getting a good deal, but I am not getting a good deal!

Moreover, you have never thought that if I go, your grandfather, your father, your mother, including your brother, your sister, and the close ministers under your father, and even the old man Kong in front of you, I'm afraid it's not

Are you going to die on the spot?

"Cough cough - Chang, cough Chang Sun, Miss, it's inappropriate, it's inappropriate, Zian is no better than before, he is a dignified Marquis of Chang'an County, there is no reason to, ahem, go to your house to sing opera..."

"Is that so-"

Princess Changle put down her clenched hands with regret on her face and muttered in a low voice with some reluctance.

"But what's the big deal about singing? My father - my father sometimes sings and dances by himself. Why can't he..."

Kong Yingda:……

Wang Zi’an:……

Girl, thanks to your role-playing during this period, have you forgotten the personalities of those in your family?

"Not to mention, Zian, if you use this skill, you will definitely win a lot of money..."

Kong Yingda sighed with regret.

"Little friend Wang, even if you leave aside the singing just now, your lyrics are enough to amaze the whole audience. I wonder if I can appreciate some of the rest..."

Lu Deming couldn't help but ask.

Wang Zi’an:……

I really want to write it, but for the story of the Peach Blossom Fan, I only remember the outline and the aria.

"This - to be honest, I just suddenly felt something in my heart and just made this short nonsense."

As he spoke, Wang Zi'an raised his head to look at the sky at a 45-degree angle and sighed leisurely.

"In the old days, when kings gave birth to swallows in front of the hall, they flew into the homes of ordinary people. In this world, people have changed over time, and their exchanges have become ancient and modern. How can it not make people sigh?"

"In the old days, kings and queens flew into the homes of common people."

"People have their own metabolism, and the exchanges become the past and the present——"

Kong Yingda and Lu Deming chewed it repeatedly and chanted it for a long time before they couldn't help but praise it.

"Good sentence, good poem!"

Looking at Wang Zi'an standing with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the sky and chanting, Cheng Ying'er's soft eyes almost turned into ripples.

This is my future husband, the most talented man in Chang'an City that no one can match!

When Chang Le and Cheng Ying saw Kong Yingda, Lu Deming and Cheng Ying'er, their eyes shone, and they were filled with admiration.

This little scholar (disciple) seems to be very powerful.

"People say that the prince speaks well, but I still have some doubts. When I saw him today, I realized that what he said was groundless and true."

Lu Deming was filled with emotion, but since it was someone else's impromptu work, he couldn't do anything about it.

"That's such a pity - I was still thinking about whether a complete opera could be performed in my opera house. To be honest, I haven't been able to produce a well-received opera in this opera house for a long time.

——”

Seeing the regretful expression on Lu Deming's face, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but feel something in his heart and raised his head with a smile.

"Is this pear orchard yours?"

Lu Deming smiled and nodded.

"That's right. I usually just like to listen to music and watch the excitement. Since I come here more often, I just raise a group of people for my own entertainment..."

I'm just a good guy!

Old man, it’s still you.

I like to listen to music, so I opened a song and dance group. Is this kind of operation okay?

However, when he thought of Li Xiaogong, who opened several pubs and two brothels because he liked to drink and have fun, he immediately became too lazy to complain.

He gave Lu Deming a thumbs up with admiration.

"The old man is indeed an elegant man!"

"Nothing elegant or elegant, just for fun——"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Although Lu Deming said modestly, he couldn't help but turn up the corners of his mouth, and he felt more and more pleasing to the eye when he looked at Wang Zi'an.

"Who doesn't want to be happy in life? But even this kind of happiness can be divided into high and low elegance. Although this pear garden is small and the music is vulgar, it sings about the warmth and warmth of the world, the vicissitudes of human life, and the vulgarity.

Daya—"

ah--

That’s what I thought!

Wang Zi'an's words made Lu Deming's eyes light up, and he suddenly felt a sense of confidant.

"My dear friend, these words deeply touched my heart!"

You can’t be wrong, that’s what I think!

Lu Deming took a step forward, took Wang Zi'an's hand cordially and sat down.

"We are destined to meet each other. Although my friend and I are very different in age, we met at such a late age that we feel like old friends at first sight. If you don't dislike it, from now on, please call me brother. If you have anything to do, please tell me.

Although his official position is not high, he has been around for a long time, and he is still somewhat thin in this city of Chang'an——"

Ah, this——

Another old man named Li I met also said the same thing!

Looking at the old man's gray hair, holding his hand and insisting that he call him brother, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but secretly vomit.

Then, he bowed his hand without any restraint.

"Brother——"

Seeing Wang Zi'an being so free and easy, Lu Deming couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, okay, okay, come on - let's have a drink together today -"
To be continued...