"Hehe, thank you for your praise, Yang Jian just recited a few words."

Yang Jian finally has a good conscience, and he knows that the poem he just used to be proud of is someone else's work, in fact, this poem is the representative work of the famous poet Luo Yin in the late Tang Dynasty, of course, Luo Yin at this moment should not be born yet, otherwise he will definitely be angry with Yang Jian, and take his poems everywhere to show off his might, which is really hateful!

"Little brother is too modest."

17.

"Why is Your Excellency Squire sighing?"

Yang Jian looked at Song  locust shaking the real feed?

Song  milk bow (5)    family girl   stir forgiveness?

"The hero is a teenager, and Song is already old."

Song 嘈 Φ feed?

Especially looking at the young man in front of him, it made him feel endless.

"Of course the squire is not old, the Tang Dynasty is a big country, and there are many places that still need to rely on the squire."

Yang Jian accidentally slapped a numb sycophant again.

"Well, thank you little brother, Song will take the first step if he has something, and we will ×meet again in the future, if you dare to bully this little brother after I leave, I Song can follow you in the fort, and I will definitely wait for the nine clans, have you heard?"

Song Song low pelican and leech and crane roar and wish for a snack?

"The old man knows, Lord Squire, please go slowly!"

When the father and son heard that they were lively today, it was not only Lord Shilang, but also the young genius who was deeply appreciated and liked by today's saints in Chang'an City today!

Even if Song Huang Dan is a pro-Han into a gap family, a cowardly ship wandering around the ridge?

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Song Song Song

"Yes, sir!"

When the father and son heard this, they immediately went first.

"Goodbye, Squiro-sama!"

Yang Jian looked at the servant of the Ministry who had also walked out of the Hu Mazi mutton soup shop, Song Song, who had also walked out of the Hu Mazi mutton soup shop.

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Hu Mazi mutton soup really lives up to its name, no wonder even when the court officials and the servant Song Ji personally picked up the jacket and badger Nan leftover, the worm and the milk and the milk and the belly?

"Is it good?"

Xu Geng looked at his precious grandson, drank a pot of mutton soup to a certain extent, and his eyes also showed a look of surprise, this little baby is afraid that he is not reincarnated as a hungry ghost in his previous life, right?

But so what's the point?

This little baby is simply a master of gold absorption, and he has only been with him for a few days, and he has already earned money that he can't earn in his life.

Eating fragrant and drinking spicy food is not a casual and light thing.

Thinking about myself, I still have a lot of light from my grandson.

"It's delicious, grandpa, I've never drunk such a delicious mutton soup, and when Kazuko doesn't go to school tomorrow, we'll bring Kazuko to drink it too."

Yang Jian was full of food, and he didn't forget the ghost sister Xu Hezi.

"Well, well, good grandson, don't forget your sister if you have delicious food, grandpa was moved when he heard it."

Xu Geng blinked his eyes, and his eye sockets began to reddened slightly.

The little doll in front of him is young, but she can always do things like adults and say things that are more sensible than adults, which makes Xu Geng, who is at an age, very emotional.

"Grandpa, don't cry, we'll come to drink mutton soup every day in the future."

Yang Jian looked at Xu Geng, raised his sleeves and stood on tiptoe to wipe the tears from the corners of his grandfather's eyes.

Now that I have money, I can afford to drink mutton soup every day!

"Uh-huh, thank you good grandson, grandpa is old and useless."

Xu Geng was both relieved and sad.

"Grandpa, don't say stupid things, grandpa is amazing, okay, grandpa, we're full of food and drink, let's go visit Chang'an City."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he wiped his mouth with his hand, got up and said to Xu Geng.

Chang'an is good at everything, but the living paper is tight, for example, at dinner, the paper towels to wipe the mouth are wooden, which is really a little unaccustomed.

"Okay, grandpa will go with the baby."

Xu Geng looked at Yang Jian, with a look of kindness, he has always responded to Yang Jian's requests... He had also tried to let Yang Jian go to school in the village with his sister Xu Hezi, but, later, he found out that the gentleman in the school was not as good as him, and the little guy himself had already become the arithmetic gentleman of the Royal Academy!

Now it's okay, there is no need to learn, Yang Jian can follow himself to learn singing skills and piano skills.

It's just that the only regret that makes him feel that Yang Jian is okay with his interest in singing, but he has little interest in the huqin, which he is best at.

On the contrary, he was very interested in the chicken tower that Daddy Qin made for him, and he was not able to hold the chicken tower and close his eyes and be self-absorbed when he had nothing to do every day.

However, although his body is not as big as a chicken tower, in Xu Geng's ears, the little guy's singing level is still quite good, especially the timbre, which seems to be able to change at any time, the vocal range is extremely wide, and the emotions in the voice are also non-open, as if he was born with his own emotions, and the feeling of music is also as if he was innate.

And what surprised Xu Geng even more was Yang Jian's stage performance skills, that aura, that calm and unflustered, as if he had sold his art all his life.

Walking on the streets of Chang'an City, the snowflakes have already protruded.

The street trees are made up of Qiongyu, one tree after another, shining in the afternoon sun.

"Persuade the king not to spare the golden clothes,

Persuade the monarch to cherish his youth.

Flowers can be folded straight and must be folded,

Don't wait for no flowers and empty branches. ”

Just when Yang Jian's grandfather and grandson passed in front of a high-door mansion, Yang Jian suddenly heard a beautiful sound of singing, singing, sadness and comfort, listening to people's ears, but it can bring people's emotions into a sentimental realm for no reason.

Especially, the voice was clear and tactful, but it made Yang Jian feel familiar.

"Why don't you leave?"

Xu Gengtu looked at Yang Jian, who was already listening to the singing.

"Grandpa, where is this?"

Yang Jian pointed to the Gaomen Mansion beside him and asked.

"Good grandson, this is the Qiwang Mansion."

Xu Geng has passed by this street countless times, and he is familiar with every house on this street, especially the owner of this Qi Wangfu because he is also a wonderful interpretation of the rhythm, and he has also invited him to play the huqin many times.

"King Qi?"

Yang Jian frowned.

He seemed to have heard the name somewhere, but for a moment he forgot where he had heard it.

"What's wrong, good grandson?"

Xu Geng looked at Yang Jian, who was puzzled, and he was also puzzled.

"Grandpa, it's okay, what's the name of the song that the people inside sang just now?"

Yang Jian is very familiar with the lyrics of this song, and he has also learned it from later generations, but the teacher said that this kind of poetry belongs to obscene poetry, and the style realm and ideological connotation are not high.

However, Yang Jian has a different opinion, is it true that the poems that express feelings and respect the true feelings of the heart are not of high style? And those hypocritical words of false emptiness have a lot of ideological connotations?

It's like shit.

Especially the golden clothes sung by the people in the high wall just now, the voice, the tune, the soft emotions are like a spring breeze and spring rain into the depths of people's bone marrow, all the troubles, all the dissatisfaction and anger will disappear because of such singing.

Only poetry that can soothe people's hearts is good poetry.

Songs, too.

"Well, this song is the most popular song in Chang'an City in recent years, called Jin Yiyi, what, have you heard it too?"

Xu Geng looked at Yang Jian and smiled slightly.

His baby grandson's sensitivity to music doesn't seem to be lost to his baby granddaughter, but his baby granddaughter always fishes for three days and dries nets for two days when she learns to sing, and she doesn't know when she will reach the same level of music as the little girl just inside the wall.

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