041 Mingcui Square

There is no sunshine this morning, and the weather is a little gloomy. As soon as Murong Xueyan got up early in the morning, she had a complete plan for the whole day: in a few days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival. At that time, all the brothel and song and dance workshops in the capital will jointly hold a "flower contest". The competition is divided into groups and individuals, and each brothel or song and dance studio can recommend girls. The quota for participating in the competition is limited to ten people. Murong Xueyan planned to let the four new girls practice the same song from today. The three of them played with different instruments, and the fan girl used the painting screen as a foil as when she first appeared in Mingcuifang. Er, the paintings on the screen should be compatible with the music, and the four girls should each take a decent "art name" like modern singers...

Until she picked up the chopsticks, Murong Xueyan's mind had not changed, so she did not find that today's breakfast dishes were a little strange. Picking up a mouthful of tender bamboo shoots, as soon as she took a bite, the spicy feeling made her choking.

"Cough, cough,... why is it so spicy?" She put down her chopsticks and kept spitting out the atmosphere.

"Princess, are you all right?" In order to save time, she chased Xiurong to dinner. It was Xiangsui who served her for breakfast today.

"Pow some water for me..." Murong Xueyan's lips were so hot.

"Yes." Xiangsui poured water, and Murong Xueyan took it and drank it. Unexpectedly, the water turned out to be hot water. The spicy food in her mouth was not untied, and it was even more uncomfortable because it was hot.

"Cough... Why is this water hot?" Murong Xueyan frowned and asked.

"The Empress just said to pour water, so I don't know..." Xiang Sui looked innocent, and a smugness flashed in her eyes.

Only then did Murong Xueyan remember that this Xiangsui was the maid that the royal family assigned to her according to her position after she came to the royal palace. Strictly speaking, it is not "one's own person". She turned over the morning dishes with her chopsticks and found that everything was added with chili.

"It's boring." Putting down the chopsticks, Murong Xueyan got up unhappily. "Forget it, I won't eat it."

"Are you going out? Do you want me to pass on the sedan chair? Xiangsui followed and asked.

Murong Xueyan did not answer, but asked Xiangsui, "Xiangsui, how many years have you been in the royal palace?"

"It's been three years since I returned to the princess."

Three years... It happened to be three years that Liu Xiangxiang married into the royal palace as a side concubine... Is this just a coincidence, or is it a premeditation for Xiang Sui to be arranged around her?

After thinking about it, she decided to believe in Xiangsui first. Murong Xueyan ordered Xiangsui to call Xiurong, and then summoned the sedan chair in the house to Mingcuifang. Since Mingcuifang changed its appearance and changed from a brothel to a song and dance workshop that only sells art but not his body, Murong Xueyan went to Mingcuifang and no longer dressed up as a woman. According to the business mode of the modern company, she is now the largest shareholder and "teaching teacher" of Mingcuifang.

When she went out, she seemed to see Xiang Sui and another person flashing behind the door. The image was the maid Chun'er beside Liu Xiangxiang... Murong Xueyan didn't care at that time. Unexpectedly, the sedan chair was not lifted a few steps, and the bottom of the sedan chair was completely broken. Fortunately, she saw the opportunity quickly and hurriedly pulled the sedan chair. The curtain survived the "disaster" when the whole person fell out of the sedan chair - at this time, she thought that it should be related to Liu Xiangxiang.

"Princess, are you all right?" Xiurong held her down and scolded the man who carried the sedan chair angrily. "What's the matter with you? Why don't you repair it if the sedan chair is broken?"

"The princess forgives her forgiveness. The little ones don't know that the sedan chair has broken. Is the princess injured?" The little men knelt to the ground in panic.

Murong Xueyan came out of the sedan chair and said to the maids, "Get up. There is someone else who started the matter. I won't blame you."

"Princess, you also have to stand up!" Xiurong looked at the direction of the gate unevenly, "These people are really too up and down."

"Xiurong, you seem to be more and more like Jinxin." Murong Xueyan didn't care about the wrestling, but laughed.

"..." The expression on Xiurong's face was stiff and very funny.

Murong Xueyan ordered the little men to go back to the house to repair the broken sedan chair, and pushed Xiurong's hand to walk. After a little far away, she said, "Xiurong, sooner or later I will clean up all these three women. But not now."

Seeing a noodle stall on the roadside, Murong Xueyan felt that the hungry bug in her belly was aroused, and automatically returned with a "cooing" sound. She remembered that she had eaten nothing when she had breakfast. Murong Xueyan sat on the noodle stall and ate a bowl of noodles at will, and took Xiurong to Mingcuifang at a faster speed.

Yan Wushuang waited in the lobby of Mingcui Square early. When he saw her, he asked, "Sister Zhiqing, why are you late today?"

"Some things at home are stuck." Murong Xueyan was not willing to mention her husband's family to Yan Wushuang. She took it straight to the point, "Sister Wushuang, there will be the 'Hua Kui Competition' in ten days. I have an idea."

"Say it, your idea is naturally good." Yan Wushuang picked up the teacup in the teacup, took off the lid and smelled the tea.

"I heard that this competition is not formal, and individuals and groups can sign up?"

"That's right. Last year, Meixianglou made a group dance and won the first place of the 'group flower leader'." Yan Wushuang looked at Murong Xueyan excitedly, "Sister, what idea do you want us to participate in the 'group' competition here?"

"Don't forget the four new girls we have recently recruited." Murong Xueyan smiled and said, "My idea is to let the three girls who are good at musical instruments play a piece of music, and the fan girl who is good at painting let her paint beside her, just like on the day of the competition."

"It sounds fresh." Yan Wushuang held his chin and thought deeply, "What kind of music is the most suitable? It's not unconventional, but also with the corresponding painting."

"I know a song called "Mengli Water Village". If you play this song, it can be matched with the landscape painting of the south of the Yangtze River, which is the artistic conception of 'small bridge flowing water family'..."

"Good!" Yan Wushuang clapped his hands and exclaimed, "As long as you practice within these ten days, you will definitely be amazing and famous in the capital!"

"However, I still have a suggestion..." Murong Xueyan interrupted Yan Wushuang with a smile.

Yan Wushuang's eyes were like a torch: "What's the proposal?"

"A name for each of these four girls is a 'arti-name'. Their original names are too regular and not attractive enough. We should not only make these four the "four pillars" of our Mingcui Square and become a combination, so that their names also conform to the characteristics of a combination. The name of the painting fan can be changed without changing it directly as a stage name. Liang Hanzhu is good at drumming, which can be called Jinse. The rest... Let's think about this later.

"Sister, I haven't heard the song "Water Country in the Dream" you mentioned. Why don't you hum it for me?" Yan Wushuang asked casually.

"This song is also composed with lyrics, but I think it's better to play pure music directly with an instrument." Murong Xueyan smiled and said, "If you want to listen, just listen to me."

Murong Xueyan cleared her throat and sang:

"Please accompany me to the water town in my dream at the dusk of spring

Let the waving hand float in the mist

Don't wake up the lingering past

......

The melody is beautiful, the lyrics are lyrical, and Murong Xueyan's sweet voice is extremely sweet. She is fascinated by it. Even the maids and maids in the past forget what they have to do and stop nearby to enjoy. After singing the song, everyone still did not come to their senses from the song. Xiurong had heard Murong Xueyan sing. Although her reaction was not as strong as others, she was deeply moved by the singing.

"Sister Wushuang, it's this song. What do you think?" Murong Xueyan asked with a faint smile.

"Sister Zhiqing, I've known you for so long, and I never knew that you have such a good voice." Yan Wushuang looked at Murong Xueyan with admiration. Due to the busy affairs of Mingcuifang, Murong Xueyan was in a remote place when she personally taught the girl in the college to sing. She had never had the opportunity to listen to Murong Xueyan sing. Such a singing voice is better than Ziyuan, and Murong Xueyan also knows how to design or "improve" clothes, and how to design unique and unconventional dances. She is so versatile that she is willing to make wedding clothes for others without selfishness. If it were someone else, I'm afraid she will keep showing off for a long time.

This woman with a beautiful appearance, sometimes lively and gratifying, and sometimes gentle and touching, is really a strange woman...

"Sister Wushuang?" Murong Xueyan slapped a few times in front of Yan Wushuang with her palm.

"Girl, if you sing this song on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival Flower Contest..."

Murong Xueyan interrupted her and explained, "That's different. If I sing, at most one instrument accompaniment is enough, and Liang Hanzhu and others play with three instruments at the same time. If my singing is added, I can't feel the ethereal beauty of the song. As for the singing on behalf of Mingcuifang, I think it can still be performed by Ziyuan, and her voice is still good.

"Don't you have any desire to fight for beauty?" Yan Wushuang looked at her puzzledly.

"My goal is to make a behind-the-scenes plan quietly. Of course, I also need to have a white money income." Murong Xueyan blinked and smiled.

After discussing with Yan Wushuang, Murong Xueyan sang "Mengli Water Town" again in front of the musician of Mingcuifang. The musician was proficient in rhythm. After one time, he remembered the tune. Murong Xueyan ordered him to play it again and corrected a few inaccurate timbres. In less than half an hour, the musician Write down the whole song "Waterland in a Dream". Murong Xueyan ordered someone to transcribe three copies of the music score, which were handed over to Liang Hanzhu, Xie Bingqing and Chun Yujing respectively, and ordered them to practice diligently. Later, she found a painting fan and ordered her to make an ink painting entitled "Jiangnan Water Village", requiring the artistic conception of "small bridge and flowing water". The painting fan is very intelligent. After a slight meditation, it spreads paper and ink. After a cup of tea, a painting is completed. There is a winding clear stream painted on it. The close-up is a black boat, a painted boat in the middle, a stone arch bridge in the middle of the river in the distance, the willows on the bank are low, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful. On the far left of the painting, there is a beautiful woman holding a pipa in her arms. Her eyebrows are like mountains, and her eyes are as moist as autumn, and they are also the water in the south of the Yangtze River. Country people!

"Drawing fan girls have good skills!" Murong Xueyan was amazed and asked, "How difficult is it for you to draw this picture on the screen like the game on that day?"

"The speed is not that fast." The painting fan said with embarrassment.

"Practice this painting for a few days first, and remember to try to complete it in a column of incense."