Yan Wuwu's face was full of excitement, and he shouted to Jin Xiaoguang to drink in a strange voice. A domineering momentum that must be drunk and must be drunk,

He admired his vision again, this temporary maid was really right. I don't know if I really haven't seen the world stupidly or pretend, but I was stunned to let Jin Xiaoguang, who only drank one-third of his wine today, drink seven or eight glasses of wine in a row.

And no matter whether you win or lose, it's Jin Xiaoguang who drinks.

Thinking of Jin Xiaoguang's drinking, he felt relieved.

If you lose, you should drink, and if you win, Lin Zhuhui will hold a full wine glass in both hands and say very sincerely: "Childe, this is the wine won by the slave maid, borrow flowers to offer Buddha to pay tribute to Childe." ”

After speaking, it was a pair of clear eyes full of enthusiasm and expectation. As a high-ranking son, how can he refuse the wine of such a little girl with a face full of admiration.

If he wins again, Lin Zhu still serves wine with both hands, and says more sincerely: "Childe, this cup is still for you." Xie Gongzi just rewarded the slave and maid for eating chicken legs, the slave and maid have never eaten such delicious chicken legs when they are so big, and they have not tasted the delicious food, and they almost bit their tongues. ”

Jin Xiaoguang felt that what she said was wrong, but he remembered that she almost swallowed her bones, and couldn't say what was wrong.

If he wins again, Lin Zhu will say: "In the future, I will have to rely on Gongzi to take care of him." Or else: "I've never seen such a decent son when I'm so old." ”

In short, so much wine was drunk by Jin Xiaoguang, and he still drank nothing to say arrogantly.

This gave him the pleasure of a salted fish turning over......

Jin Xiaoguang wanted to pull back a sentence, so he said to Rou Ni with drunkenness: "Rou Ni, look at it, the carefree little maid has poured so much wine from your son-in-law, you can also help the fun, dance for a while." If you dance well, you have to drink this little half of the jar without worry. ”

As soon as the words fell, the book and ink behind him took out a jade flute out of nowhere, and after a while, the melodious and tactful flute sound filled the room.

Lin Zhu didn't know the instrument, but it sounded good, feeling the birds singing in the forest, the stream gurgling, the clouds chasing the moonlight, hearing the tension, I just felt that my heart was about to jump out.

This is called the flute three lanes, Mei's heart is shocked.

And the soft is soft, beautiful dancing, like the wind blowing willows, like snowflakes flying gracefully, there is a phoenix ascending to the sky.

At the end of the song, Jin Xiaoguang lifted the wine jar and sent it to Yan Wuwu's mouth and said, "How about it, drink it." ”

Yan Wuwu was really convinced, took over the wine jar, raised his head, and poured it down in one gulp.

Blow well, dance well, and drink well.

Lin Zhu secretly applauded, the children of rich families just know how to play, and they come out to drink with fun, these two teenagers can really drink, such a big jar of wine, to say the least, there are more than a dozen catties, and I don't know how to fit a belly that doesn't look big.

And this ancient wine is not as high as liquor, it is always a little higher than beer.

I heard Yan Wuwu shouting her name: "Zhu'er, come here." ”

She hurriedly walked to him, raised her face and asked, "Childe, what do you command?" ”

This sentence came out of her mouth, as if she had learned a great treasure.

Yan Wuwu's bright eyes looked at her and said, "You also give Xiao Guanglu a hand, let him see that we also have a hand." ”

Lin Zhu blinked, not understanding that there was one hand and that hand.

Yan Wuwu saw that she was puzzled and said, "You can sing that folk tune to him casually." ”

Folk tunes, this is not difficult. I think she studied vocal music for several years when she was a child, although she has no development prospects, she also likes it very much, driving back and forth every day, and most of the music is also classical music.

But in this era, she doesn't know what the tune is.

She was a little embarrassed and helpless to look at Yan Wuwu, looking helpless.

Dabao hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Childe, let the little one come casually, the little one will sing the little one." ”

Yan Wuwu looked at the appearance of the big treasure thief's eyebrows, waved his hand in disgust and said, "Go and go, what kind of obscene platitudes, let Zhu'er come." Just sing a few words. ”

After speaking, a pair of very bright eyes looked at her with expectation and trust

Yan Wuwu's eyes made people can't bear to refuse, and Jin Xiaoguang's eyes were a little stimulating.

Let's sing one, no matter whether it's good or not, the vegetable garden belongs to Yan Wuwu's family, and in the future, he will make a fortune and become well-off, so he has to give him a long face.

But what to sing? Her mind was a little confused, and she couldn't think of a suitable tune for a while.

A small face was flushed.

Dabao was even more anxious to scratch his ears and cheeks, and scratched a mouse's face out of a monkey's face.

With a hint of pride in her gentle smile, her dancing is also excellent, and there is no comparison with a little unworldly little maid.

Shumo stood quietly, and the jade flute in his hand was still confiscated.

She couldn't think of the minor key, so she had an idea, so she just sang it.

The cultural entertainment of ancient people is to watch big operas and listen to small songs, small songs are generally those things that go to the place of gas and the moon, the so-called folk tunes should be some local operas, she heard her mother say, there are many types of opera. Every place has its own genre. I also listened to her hum a few words.

I think that those that have been handed down are all evolved from these dramas.

When you sing it, you may be crooked.

But for opera, she only knows that those well-known Spring Festival Galas are often sung, what Huangmei Opera Female Concubines excerpts, Tianxian and husband and wife both return home,. There is also an excerpt from Mulan from Henan Opera.

The first two are a bit out of age, so let's be the last one.

Having made up her mind, she put on a heroic posture, and sang when she opened her mouth: "Brother Liu's speech is too biased, who said that women enjoy leisure?" Men fight to the border, women weave in their homes. They went to farm during the day, spun cotton at night, and worked hard day and night, so that the soldiers could have this food and clothing. If you don't believe it, please look at our shoes, socks, and clothes and shirts. Many heroines also take credit for building and killing enemies for the country, which is not as good as a ~~~~~ for men. ：”

has a bit of skills, the words that are sung are round, a little charming, and the immature movements that are deliberately expressed.

Yan Wuwule's eyes narrowed into a slit, looking at Jin Xiaoguang like a challenge.

Dabao was even more shocked with his mouth half open, he didn't know how Lin Zhu could do this, he could sing such a long word in one breath.

Maybe she remembered the past, their family shouldn't have been singing before, right?

He nodded thoughtfully: Yes, Lin Zhu's family must be singing, and he lost the child in a hurry. The practice of singing is Tongzigong.