The maid was stunned for a moment, slightly stunned, but soon her expression turned around and smiled: "It's me who damn it, singing this, making the girl unhappy again." In that case, I called someone in and sang a lively song to the two of you. ”

With that, she stood up, smiled at Mei Yichen again, and went out with a soft snort.

After a while, two more women entered, one sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed as a scholar, and the other thinner, only about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed as a boudoir.

The two came in, saw Master Du Le, greeted slightly, and stood in front of Mei Yichen's table.

The older servant opened his mouth first and said: "I just heard that this is a farewell banquet, just a few days ago, we learned a new drama, which was changed according to the Tang Dynasty Yuan Zhen's "The Legend of Yingying", which gave off a chapter, all of which were well worded and adjusted, and we sang it to the two of us." ”

Mei Yichen and Jiang Shuyue knew in their hearts that these servants regarded them as lovers, so they picked up these scattered songs and sang them.

Although Jiang Shuyue thought so in her heart, she still smiled at Mei Yichen quietly: "There are a lot of tunes changed from this "The Legend of Yingying", each with its own subtlety, I don't know how this one is?"

Mei Yichen said with a smile: "Originally, when I was celebrating the festival at home, I invited someone to come to the house to sing a lyric, and I also said that it was changed by this, but I haven't seen this kind of either." ”

When he was at home, although he was not a big family, his father had always regarded himself as a literati, and he was not allowed to set foot in the goulan tiles, so he wanted to explain, but because Jiang Shuyue said that he often listened to it, and he was afraid that she would be too careful, so he said so.

Jiang Shuyue listened to his words, and there was no reaction, just smiled: "When I came to Luoyang, the tune is different from that of the south, and the son is also fresh." ”

When the two servants heard this, they took a step back and began to act.

The older servant looked back slightly, and then glanced at the musician, who nodded, and then raised the flute and began to play.

The two of them starred in the story of Yingying and Zhang Sheng separating and sending him to Beijing to take the exam. In the lyrics and songs, there are love and resentment, lingering, and desolation.

But because it is accompanied by the sound of the flute, it is less of the charm in the hook and more of the poignant elegance.

Especially the younger one, who looks a little sick, but his voice is very tactful, and it even shows the feeling of a boudoir girl who is weak and helpless.

After singing a paragraph, Jiang Shuyue smiled at Mei Yichen and said, "Mei Gongzi, how do you feel?"

Mei Yichen smiled: "It's really very different from the south, but it's ......"

Jiang Shuyue was about to raise her glass, but when she heard the turn in his voice, she said, "But?"

Mei Yichen sighed slightly: "I heard that this Zhang Sheng finally gave up in chaos, but it was not a good ending, but I pity the little warbler." ”

Jiang Shuyue said with a smile: "I don't know if my son has read this story, I have nothing to do, so I read it a few times." ”

When she said this, she pinched the teacup again and said, "Although Zhang Shengshi abandoned it in a mess, he took someone else." But he went and returned, and when he wanted to see the warbler again, it was the warbler who was resolute, and he didn't see him again when he wanted to beg several times. ”

Speaking of this, she smiled at Mei Yichen again: "It can be seen that this life is hateful, but Yingying has its own tenacity, so you don't have to treat her as a poor person." ”

When Mei Yichen heard her say this, she thought about it in her heart, but in the end, she still didn't care about her deep-rooted thoughts, and only pitied these abandoned women in her heart.