072 Song New

"Do you want me to take the place?" Murong Xueyan forked her waist into a teapot, and there was no lady's demeanor. "Why?"

"You are the one who draws the fan, and you have to be responsible." Yan Wushuang shook the fan that did not leave his hands for three seasons of the year, and naturally raised his eyebrows.

Murong Xueyan stared at her and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Why, you don't dare to perform on the stage?" Yan Wushuang uses the method of excitement.

"Who said that? I'll show you tomorrow night!" Murong Xueyan was not provoked by her. She was really interested in "running tricks".

"That's what you said!" Yan Wushuang took the opportunity to finalize the matter.

"I'm right, but I also tell you that I only perform three times for you." Murong Xueyan said her condition, "From tomorrow on, you will recruit a new girl to replace the position of the painting fan."

"This is natural." Yan Wushuang leaned firmly on the back of the chair, as if she had taken a reassurance.

Murong Xueyan complained secretly. This is called a good person. For a moment, the painting fan and Mo Tianyou were completed by righteousness. They were good. After the painting fan redeemed himself, Mo Tianyou took her back to her hometown to get her father's ashes, and then traveled around the world together. And what about her? I even have to stay to clean up the mess...

I haven't performed for a long time. Tomorrow's program will probably only perform the original singing. Thinking about it this way, things become much easier.

She really didn't expect that there would be such a coincidence in the world.

Xiurong has been infected with wind and cold recently. At night, she came to Mingcuifang alone. In the evening, after Jinse's performance, she came on the stage and sang a song. Murong Xueyan had been planning for a long time. The song she sang was a heartfelt "Millen Years of Fate":

"Frozen tears fall like meteors and break whose thoughts

The dust between reincarnation has been annihilated and the blurred face in the dream

The flowers on the top of Kunlun are flying all over the sky

Sighing red dust falling red face floating clouds linger

Love is like amorous feelings, like a smoke pipa, a song for thousands of years

The fate of this life and the afterlife are the vicissitudes of life.

......”

The sad lyrics, sad and touching tunes, there is no need for more performances. The heavenly voice is enough to attract all people.

The people under the stage were completely amazed by such a beautiful voice, with thunderous applause and cheers. Even a group of young men sitting around the elegant room talking about business were also attracted.

A tall and handsome young man couldn't help but get up and asked the maid in the past: "Which girl is singing?"

"She is not the girl in our workshop, but a friend of our boss. Her surname is Mu."

"Which bath?" The young man asked in more detail.

"Water Mu Mu." After the maid answered, she left, but the young man couldn't help but walk out of the elegant room...

The young man walked from the long corridor, but saw a woman standing in the middle of the stage singing. Her red clothes were like fire, graceful and graceful. Most of her face was covered with a red handkerchief, which made everyone curious about her appearance under the veil. The second time I heard her sing the lyrics, it was still a sad and affectionate lyric tune, like crying and intoxicating:

"The ancient sword cuts off the old feud and awakens whose oath

In an instant, the love recalls the past

In the dream of floating on the top of Kunlun, I only linger for you

......”

After finishing a song, the aftertaste was long. The woman on the stage was slightly blessed and was about to retreat, but she heard the stage coax: "Sing another song!" Sing another song!"

The girl paused slightly and immediately smiled. Shi Shi Ran walked to the back of the stage. After a while, she came out again and changed her dress. The white clothes were better than snow, and the veil on her face was the same color. Except for a white jade hairpin, there was no extra decoration on her head, which made her as fresh and refined as hibiscus.

It was not difficult for her to ask Murong Xueyan to sing again. She only talked to the musicians after the stage and told them what she was going to sing. Then she came to the center of the stage and waited for the music to play. With the end of the prelude, her sweet voice echoed in Mingcui Square again. This time, she changed A song with a lively style.

"God can't deal with fate. I can deal with it myself. There are no taboos

If you love, you will be paralyzed. It doesn't matter whether you love or not. It doesn't matter if you are a brother or not hurt your feelings.

The sky is not working, the earth is not working, the world is in chaos

Flowers are not flowers, dancing flowers are not charming in the sky. People look at the scenery in the fog. Love and hate are clear. Don't care..."

Singing casually, she sang and walked around in the middle of the stage, as lively and playful as an elf in spring.

The young man leaned against the pillar and looked at it, only to feel that this figure seemed to be familiar. He can be sure that he has seen her, he must have seen her!

He was still thinking about his thoughts. The woman on that side had already blessed everyone and withdrew from the stage. Later, the boss of Mingcuifang, Yan Wushuang, came on the stage and smiled at the audience and said, "Guys, this Miss Mu is a friend of the old body. Recently, the painting fan girl has been pregnant, so Miss Mu came out to paint the fan for a few days. She is a little tired today. She will come to perform at the same time tomorrow night. I hope you can support her!"

He didn't care about Yan Wushuang's words. He was all about the girl on the stage. Seeing that she left quietly from behind the stage when she was unprepared, he also paid attention and met her from the other side of the cloister, trying to stop the mysterious girl.

Ling Hewang suddenly appeared in front of him, which made Murong Xueyan beat out of her heartbeat.

It's definitely not such a coincidence, is it? You can meet in such a place. If he goes back and tells Nangongyi that she goes in and out of this place... Er, she is sure that she will even let Nangong Yi peel off a layer of skin.

"Girl..." King Linghe obviously didn't recognize her, but only asked, "Do you dare to ask the girl's name?"

"Why should I tell you?" Murong Xueyan raised her eyebrows with a smile. This kind of eagerness in this guy's eyes... How can it look like the expression of Mo Tianyou looking at the painting fan? I guess he knows that he has expressed his wrong feelings, and it is estimated that he can be angry again and again!

"Yes, it's abrupt." King Linghe closed the middle folding fan, arched his hands, and introduced himself with a serious face, "My surname is Tang, and my single name is a law."

Tang? Is it okay for him to be surnamed Beitang? It seems that this guy is still a little measured and knows that he should not expose his true identity in the place of fireworks.

"Tang, Mr. Tang, I still have something important to do, so I won't stay. You can do it yourself." Murong Xueyan is ready to leave.

This veil is really a good thing. After covering it, you can lie without changing your face and pretend to be a lady. If she hadn't been covered with a veil, Beitang Lv would have seen the unusual red face under her veil. I guess even she couldn't stand her own pretentious tone...

She was in a daze, thinking about the benefits of the veil. Unexpectedly, a passer-by passed by and waved her hand to death...

Then the good thing on her face slipped down.

Then...

She saw the strange expression on Beitanglu's face, which was unbelievable and thrilling...

"How could it be you?" The facts were so unexpected that he felt unimaginable and unbearable.

"Uh..." After a dry laugh, Fang Fang replied, "I have shares in this Mingcuifang, and the boss Yan Wushuang is my friend."

"You..." Beitang Lv's usually slightly pale face was as black as the bottom of the pot at this time. "How can you get in contact with the brothel woman? Where do you put King Jing's face?"

"Hey, did you teach me a lesson for Nangong Yi today?" Murong Xueyan was not happy and asked rudely.

Beitang Lv has a righteous and solemn look: "Although I don't have a deep personal relationship with King Jing, at least I have the friendship of the same dynasty, and I can't watch his princess fall willingly..."

"Are you willing to degenerate? What, are you afraid that I will cuckold Nangong Yi? Murong Xueyan didn't care about the surroundings and rushed to other officials and eunuchs who were familiar with Beitang, and several of them were acquaintances in the past. She retorted, "What's wrong with prostitutes? Why do you look down on them? There are also talented and magnificent among them. They are not inferior to those who are raised in boudoir.

"You..."

"For example, Su Xiaoxiao is a famous talented woman in history. And Xue Tao from the Tang Dynasty. You always know that, right? Her poems were excellent. At that time, many men were not as good as hers, and they were also called 'female school books' by the World Honored One. Murong Xueyan retorted what she knew, "There is also Du Qiuniang, who wrote 'Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait for flowers to break branches', and she is also a talented girl among famous prostitutes..."

"Where did you know this?" Bei Tanglu's expression was very strange, half praise and half doubt.

"From the book, from learning overnight." Murong Xueyan's tone slowly came down and said, "Your Majesty, Buddhism says that all sentient beings are equal, so we should not treat ourselves as noble and despise others. What's more, I came here and acted openly and did not do anything insulting under the name of Jingwang Mansion.

This argument is a little fresh, and everyone doesn't think so. Only the king of Linghe Beitang Lv is secretly convinced.

After a long silence, Beitang Lv suddenly thought of something and turned to the crowd and said, "None of you are allowed to say anything tonight."

Such a dedicated look... Everyone smiled and dispersed. Beitanglu personally rode a horse to send Murong Xueyan back to the Jingwang Mansion, and the two rode together.

"Thank you for your cloak last time." Murong Xueyan thought of the "caucase incident" and expressed her gratitude.

"It doesn't matter, raise your hand." Beitang Lv smiled warmly.

This smile is as warm as the rare sunshine in winter. Beitang Lv and Bei Tanghao are half-brothers. They are also five-like in appearance, and even have a little similar temperament. They all belong to the type of gentle and modest gentleman. And Nangong Yi compared with them, like a young man with a bad temper...

"It's here." Murong Xueyan reminded.

"Then come down." Beitanglu turned over and disoed himself, and then stretched out his hand to hold Murong Xueyan down. At the moment of physical contact, he had a strange feeling, as if an electric current hit his body and flowed in his body, making his whole body numb...

Watching her enter the gate of the royal palace, he got on the horse again and missed the temperature in his arms just now...