After some exchange, Wang also roughly understood what happened.

It's nothing more than Lin Miaomiao wanted to win the lead of this year's lyrics. With the help of Ma Zhou, she wrote a good lyrics and was about to win the championship. Unexpectedly, Yang Yue from Shuiyun Pavilion actually magically copied the song "Love Is a Good Deal" she copied, and shamelessly took it out and used it directly.

"Uh, what do you mean is that I want me to write a song that I won over the song I sing myself?" Wang Ye lit a cigarette and said in confusion.

When Du Sanniang and Lin Miaomiao heard that he finally got enlightened, they smiled and said, "I would like to ask the Lord of the King to help you!"

Wang Ye covered his face with one hand. How could he write songs? The only few songs he knows are often hummed. "Love is a classic" is a classic among classics. No song can win safely. It depends on the singer's skills.

Just as Wang Ye was thinking, Ma Zhou, who was standing aside, suddenly stood up and ran outside. Everyone looked at his back with confusion, not knowing what he was going to do, and even Wang was puzzled as Ma Zhou disappeared at the door.

Only Lin Miaomiao kept staring at the direction where Ma Zhou left, and might have thought Ma Zhou would leave again this time, and the tears that had stopped were warning of breaking the dam.

Du Sanniang next to him didn't understand why, but when Ma Zhou saw that he ran away regardless of Lin Miaomiao's intentions, he thought he was trying to avoid Lin Miaomiao and Wang Ye, and was worried that because of his relationship, the king would not be able to shirk responsibility.

After looking at Wang Ye in a daze, Du Sanniang shook her head at Lin Miaomiao, and then said, "The Lord of the King of the King does not have to force you. Your poems and songs are excellent, but I also know that it is hard to find a masterpiece. Today I am just asking for peace of mind to ask King Qi to lead the way. After all, I have worked hard, and even if I fail, there is no regret. I am not trying to force you."

Wang Ye was actually not under much pressure. He just thought about copying songs for them. What he was worried about was the situation of Ma Zhou. After all, it was hard to find a general. At this time, he lost his personal relationship problems and lost his way.

Just as he was about to explain, he saw Ma Zhou running in with a wooden box and an oil paper umbrella on his back. He directly placed the wooden box on the chair and took out the oil paper umbrella behind him.

Ma Zhou faced Lin Miaomiao and said sincerely: "Miaomiao, I left without saying goodbye that day, I was really a bastard, but I have never forgotten you. That day, the broken bridge was shocked and the love of giving you an umbrella, Ma Zhou fell in love with you at first sight, but he was too short of money to redeem you. Look, this is your umbrella, I have always kept it and never abandoned it and damaged it."

As he said that, Ma Zhou stretched out the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and saw a big word [Miao] written on the umbrella surface, with a few pink azaleas next to it. The picture was simple and simple. Maybe it had been left for too long and the umbrella surface had turned yellow.

Wang Ye was stunned when he looked at Ma Zhouyi. Unexpectedly, this kid was also a master of talent. His words were both emotional and moved even himself.

At this time, regardless of the tears on the other side, Ma Zhou took the wooden box on the chair to the table, opened it directly, and said, "This is a thousand taels of gold, which is enough to redeem you. Miaomiao, I was wrong before, I just want you to give me a chance to make up for you for the rest of my life!"

After saying this, Ma Zhou cried himself, and Lin Miaomiao, who was crying on the other side, was a little out of control for a moment.

Wang Ye was the one who knew how to deal with this kind of scene. He awkwardly picked up the umbrella on the ground and closed it, gently placed it on the table, and asked Li Yuanji: "I remember that the redemption of the body and the detachment of slaves are different?"

Li Yuanji was watching the show with a confused look on his face. Unexpectedly, Wang suddenly came to ask himself, so he had to say: "Renification is actually a slave transaction. Since it is a transaction, it is naturally a slave in the files recorded by the government."

Wang Ye nodded and said, "Then you can help her get rid of her slavery. You can do this little thing!"

After hearing Wang Ye's words, Ma Zhou next to him reached out to wipe away his tears, looked at Li Yuanji excitedly, waiting for his answer.

"No problem, there is no topic, but..." Li Yuanji touched his nose awkwardly, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Wang Ye and Ma Zhou were puzzled when they saw this. Ma Zhou said anxiously: "Just what? Please let the King of Qi make a clear statement."

At this time, Du Sanniang on the opposite side spoke, "Lord City Lord, Master Ma, please don't make things difficult for Your Highness King Qi. Now only Miaomiao and I have participated in this year's Ci Club. If she is asked to withdraw at this time, then I will be the only one who will participate in the Ci Club. Your Highness King Qi will definitely lose face in the capital."

Wang Ye nodded, thinking about it, a prince who runs a huge Jiaofangsi is not as good as a private brothel. How could this be said, and he said, "Then let Miss Lin take the leader and get rid of the slave family."

"What?" Du Sanniang and Lin Miaomiao asked in surprise.

Wang Ye picked up the oil-paper umbrella on the table, and suddenly remembered an ancient song in his mind, which happened to be suitable for Ma Zhou and Lin Miaomiao, and then said: "I said that if I let Miss Lin get this year's lyrics leader, how about getting rid of her origin and marrying Ma Zhou?"

(PS: At this time, please search for the Li Changchao version of "Oil Paper Umbrella". You will feel more attentive while listening.)

Du Sanniang looked envious after hearing this. However, Lin Miaomiao was simple after all. Ma Zhou's confession just now almost dazzled her mind. After Du Sanniang reminded her, she remembered her mission. It would be even better if she could help the Jiafangsi win a leader and then get rid of her post. Then she won't be afraid of others' gossip.

Before they could think about it, Wang Ye took out his cell phone from his pocket, clicked on the player, found the song, and said with a smile: "You guys listen first. If you are not satisfied, I will look for other songs."

Except for Ma Zhou, the other four people didn't understand Wang Ye's meaning, but melodious singing had already been heard from their phones.

"Oil paper umbrella, broken bridge, red line, cause and condition

I vaguely remember borrowing your oil paper umbrella back then

Just because I've been in a hurry, I haven't returned yet

It was a greeting to you in the rain that year

Remember your face a pair of golden hairpins

...”

The singing is gentle and melodious, and the picture is full of sense. Such a scene can't help but appear in the minds of several people.

On a rainy street, pedestrians came and went on the road in a hurry, and everyone was carrying umbrellas, but only a young man let the rain wet his whole body.

When the young man passed a broken bridge, a young woman called him and handed him the umbrella in her hand, while she hid in her maid's umbrella to shelter from the rain.

After the young man took the umbrella, he sighed at the girl's delicate face and was stunned. Seeing his stupid look, the girl smiled slightly and took the maid away.

Later, whenever the young man brought an umbrella on rainy days, he would return to the Broken Bridge to wait for the girl to appear, and the girl also arrived as scheduled. A man and a woman gradually became familiar with each other, and on several occasions, they even had an umbrella with each other. The two of them discussed the poems, songs and essays so happy.

Later, the young man suddenly left without saying goodbye. The girl returned to Broken Bridge several times and couldn't wait for him. She was depressed all day long. The young man far away from home also stared at the umbrella all day long, recalling every bit of her time with the girl.

The song is over.

Li Yuanji, Dugu Huaien, and Du Sanniang all looked at Wang Ye's cell phone with curiosity, thinking that such a small box could actually release such a nice song, which was really magical.

Ma Zhou and Lin Miaomiao were still immersed in their memories at this time. The two looked at each other, and at this moment they only had each other in their eyes.

Li Yuanji was about to get his cell phone, but Wang Ye directly reached out to pat him, put the phone on the table back into his pocket, gave him a blank look, and said, "What do you think of this song? Maybe win?"

When Du Sanniang heard this, she recalled the lyrics and songs of the song just now, hummed softly, and became more excited as she sang. Finally, she smiled and said, "I don't know if it's my illusion. I always feel that this song is more in line with the rhythm of the lyrics and music of the Tang Dynasty, and is much better than the one sung by Shuiyun Pavilion."

Dugu Huaien also nodded and said, "Yes, I feel that this song is more suitable for playing and singing with Tang Dynasty instruments. Now, thinking about it, the song in Shuiyun Pavilion seems to be full of contradictions everywhere."
Chapter completed!