Liu Yong is worthy of being known as the first genius of the Great Song Dynasty, and the song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" is sung, which makes everyone sincerely admire. Play the piano well, sing well, and do better words, especially the last sentence "The belt gradually widens and never regrets it, and people are haggard for Yi", even a heartless child like Xiao Ran felt moved.

Liu Yong started like this, how else can others proceed?

"Liu, this is throwing bricks and leading jade, let's ask Ling Gongzi to play a song for us."

Everyone applauded, Xiao Ran also coaxed, only Zhao Mingyue was faintly worried, can he sing? Although I have heard him sing some before, they are all strange tunes, and it is difficult to get into the elegant hall.

Ling Kun was even more in a dilemma, he had never seen this kind of guqin, and this kind of ancient song was even more unheard of, how could he sing it, he couldn't sing pop songs, right?

After thinking about it, I felt that Huo Zun's "Bead Curtain" and Liu Yong's tune singing style were similar, so it was better to use it to coax through.

Thinking of this, he said: "I'm not very familiar with musical instruments, so let's sing a cappella song, I can't compare with Liu Gongzi, and I should have fun for everyone." After speaking, he cleared his throat and sang in Huo Zun's singing voice:

Engrave each eyebrow on the heart.

Reflections between paintings.

Stained with ink.

Thousands of texts are yellowed.

It is also quiet, and the screen window is slightly bright.

Dance in your dreams.

Acacia vines on the heart.

She is attached to Pear Blossom Tears.

Wait for the red makeup to return.

The rest of the people were slowly haggard.

……

After singing a song, the scene was silent, Jiang Pan'er lowered his eyebrows and wept, and Zhao Mingyue's eyes were moist. The rest of the people were also immersed in it.

It can't be said that this song is better written than Liu Yong, but the composition and arrangement are undoubtedly more delicate than in ancient times, the loops are more exquisite, and the expression of emotions is more in place, so Ling Kun's song completely calmed everyone.

Liu Yong suddenly raised a glass of wine and saluted Ling Kun with both hands: "Brother Ling is so talented, junior brother is ashamed of himself, this glass of wine is for you, please advise you more in the future." ”

Ling Kun hurriedly humbled himself, but still had to drink it.

Jiang Pan'er looked at Ling Kun's eyes full of admiration and shyness, and unconsciously sat beside Ling Kun. The two poems before and after are all expressions of unforgettable lovesickness, has he admired himself for a long time, but he has never had the courage to meet him?

Hey, this wrongdoer, are you afraid that you won't be able to see me as a dusty woman? So he said softly: "Childe, if you want to chat with Pan'er in the future, you can come to me directly, you don't have to hand over poems, and you don't have to pay money." ”

When Ling Kun heard this, he hurriedly thanked him, and touched a glass of wine with Jiang Pan'er.

Chen Nanyan followed up to toast Ling Kun to express his admiration.

Zhao Mingyue bit her lip and frowned, she had already come out of the emotion just now, but now she was thinking about it, who was Ling Kun written for? Is it written to Jiang Ban'er, or is it someone else? Contact the song "To Miss Pan'er" when I entered the door just now, Bacheng was specially made for Jiang Pan'er. Looking at Jiang Ban'er's attentive appearance, could it be that they already have a leg?

This bastard, who had been thinking about Jiang Ban'er for a long time, actually pretended not to care.

Big liar!

Stinky rascals!

Little whore!

Zhao Mingyue gritted her teeth, and inexplicably ate one jar after another, one jar more sour than the other.

Looking at this side again, Ling Kun's wine was one cup after another. Jiang Pan'er sat beside him, his face was shy, and the little bird was like a person, and he got up from time to time to sing a little song to cheer up.

So except for Zhao Mingyue, everyone was very happy.

This heartless Xiao Ran actually followed suit. Zhao Mingyue glared at her fiercely.

The ancients had a low degree of wine, which Ling Kun deeply felt, otherwise Wu Song would not have been able to drink eighteen bowls. So Ling Kun wasn't worried about getting drunk at all, after all, he was a kilogram.

However, there is one thing he miscalculated, his thoughts are the Ling Kun of the 21st century, and this body is a fool's volley, this volley has not drunk since he was a child, and his body can't accept it at all.

So, he was drunk and drunk.

Jiang Pan'er said coquettishly again: "Childe, do you still want to listen to your tune?" ”

"Hahaha, what's this, Lao Tzu was Maiba back then, wait." Ling Kun laughed, stood up and staggered to the other side of the table, but felt that his hands were empty, so he turned back and took Liu Yong's folding fan as a microphone: "Next, I will give you a song "The Desert of Love". ”

My enthusiasm, like a fire, burns the whole desert, and when the sun sees me, it will avoid me .......

The style of painting changed too quickly, everyone was stunned, was this drunk or crazy?

The point is, what is this singing?

Zhao Mingyue covered her eyes, what a shame.

Only Xiao Ran jumped and applauded: "It's good, it's good, let's do it again." ”

"Okay, let's do it again." Ling Kun had already found the best feeling of singing K, and immediately howled again.

I'm going to fly higher, fly higher (broken sound). Pray for ...... in the storm.

Use nunchucks quickly, hum haha, those who practice martial arts must remember that the benevolent are invincible, who is practicing Tai Chi, the wind and water are rising, use nunchucks quickly, hum hahahe.......

Several nearby painting boats were attracted by Ling Kun's movements, and they all approached to see the excitement, and some people cheered with the strength of the wine, so Ling Kun sang even more energetically.

"How are you friends, raise your hands and let us swing together. Forget all your worries and let's swing (break) ...... together. ”

Several young men on the opposite boat started to coax at first, but then they couldn't help but blend into Ling Kun's rhythm, writhing and howling.

More and more people were affected, and the entire Qinhuai River was like crazy, and the sparkling river was full of crazy writhing figures, which was an unprecedented scene.

Hidden in the night, no one knows anyone, and they are happy to release themselves through the strength of the wine.

Only Zhao Mingyue couldn't stand it, this most embarrassing drunk was her person, and it was her face that was lost, she wanted to take Ling Kun back immediately, but at this moment, the painting boats around the Red Sleeve Workshop were crowded, and they were all like crazy, where could they get out.

Liu Yong and Jiang Pan'er couldn't switch for a while, they sat and watched in a daze, they absolutely couldn't accept this kind of rough and wild fun.

Is this still the talented Ling Gongzi just now? Is it possessed by something unclean?

"Friends in the back, raise your hands, let me see you, and sing with me: a chicken in your left hand, a duck in your right hand, and a fat doll ...... in your arms."

"Poof" Zhao Mingyue sprayed thoroughly, I don't know if it's tea or blood, it's pretty bad anyway.

……

When Ling Kun woke up, he was in the inn, how did he return to the inn? He didn't remember at all. He Ling Kun was actually broken, what a shame.

Xiao Ran's babbling singing came from outside, and the noise made him have a headache, so he got up and went out the door.

In the VIP courtyard of the inn, Zhao Mingyue sat on the stone bench and looked helplessly at Xiao Ran, who was crazy, Xiao Ran carried a broom and howled: "Use nunchucks quickly, hum haha, who is practicing Tai Chi is invincible ......." ”

Ling Kun was shocked and asked, "Xiao Ran, have you crossed over?" ”

"Crossing, crossing what?"

"Or you're so good at singing nunchucks?" Ling Kun asked suspiciously.

"I learned from you, not only nunchucks, but many more, listen again: I want to fly higher, fly higher ......."

A miserable cracking sound almost tore apart Ling Kun and Zhao Mingyue's little hearts.