Jiang Shuyue saw it, stretched out her hand to stop it, and said with a smile: "Young Master Mei, although it is bitter to leave sorrow, this stuffy wine really shouldn't be eaten more." ”

When Mei Yichen heard this, he looked up at Jiang Shuyue and smiled bitterly.

When the maid saw it, she smiled and said, "It turns out that the son wants to travel far away, so it is better for me to sing a song and practice it for the son, so as to dissipate the sorrow." ”

When Mei Yichen heard this, he raised his eyebrows at her, held the quilt with a smile in one hand, held the back of the chair with the other, leaned slightly to the side, and smiled at her: "You can still sing?"

The maid approached slightly, and said with a smile: "Childe, you are joking, we are in this business, just point to this and mix a few rewards." ”

There is a sweet fragrance on her body, which makes people smell it and feel crisp in their hearts. Mei Yichen saw that her eyes were like silk, and her heart was also a little moved, but she thought that Jiang Shuyue was still at the table, and she was afraid that she would mind, so she turned to look at her eyes again.

Jiang Shuyue didn't seem to care, and still smiled: "I don't know what good songs I know, just sing it." ”

Seeing him say this, Mei Yichen turned around again and said to her with a smile: "Yes, my little cousin once sang a song about Yangguan before, it's good, you can sing it and listen to it." ”

The maid smiled and said, "Yo, I don't know anything about spring and snow." ”

Jiang Shuyue smiled faintly: "Then you still know." ”

The maid didn't answer her words, but smiled at Mei Yichen in a coquettish voice: "Childe, I'll sing a good song, you can listen to it." ”

Mei Yichen smiled and waved his hand, and said, "Pick up your hand and sing." ”

The maid stood up with a smile, took her skirt again, walked to the table, and said softly to a servant girl standing next to her, "Go and call Master Du Le." ”

Not long after the maidservant went out, she walked in with a young man, dressed in plain cloth, and in this place where lights and shadows were intertwined, it was also very clear.

When the maid saw him come in, she smiled and said to him, "I'll sing a memory of Qin'e." ”

When the man heard this, he didn't say anything, but silently pulled out a bamboo flute from his waist, sat down in his robe, and stretched out his hand to the maid, but his movements were not a little chic and smooth.

The maid smiled at her, turned around again, looked at Mei Yichen and Jiang Shuyue, and bowed.

Xiao snorted, lingering and faint, and the maid sang:

"Xiao swallowed, Qin E dreamed of Qin Louyue. Qin Louyue, willow color every year, Baling hurts goodbye.

The autumn festival of the Qing Dynasty in the original Leyou Yuan, the sound of the Xianyang ancient road is overwhelming. The sound is absolutely dusty, the west wind is still shining, and the Han family mausoleum. ”

The song was not long, and the maid sang both sides repeatedly before she stopped it.

The voice of this handmaiden is very high, and there is a bit of a poignant meaning when it is sung to the inheritance, and by the end, the timbre is low again, and the throat is very gloomy.

At the end of the song, Mei Yichen stroked his palms and smiled: "The singing is good, I feel strange and uncomfortable." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Shuyue and said, "What do you think of Miss Jiang?" ”

Jiang Shuyue swept the two of them, and only smiled lightly: "Xiao is good." ”

The Dule was looking down and fiddling with his sleeves, but when she suddenly mentioned herself, he suddenly raised his head and lowered himself a little bewildered.

The maid walked over with a smile, poured Mei Yichen another glass of wine, and smiled at Jiang Shuyue: "Girl, you say that, is it because I can't sing well?"

Jiang Shuyue didn't look at her, just picked up the teacup, took a sip, and after a long time, she said indifferently: "Beauty is beautiful, but it's too sad." ”