Li Xiangjun's voice is crisp and pleasant, but it's a pity that Wang Yue can't understand Kunqu, just to feel the charm of the ancient style.

This Cailing song is a Yuefu tune from the Northern and Southern Dynasties, soft and beautiful, but very short.

After singing a song, Li Xiangjun saluted Wang Yue and said: "This song can enter the ears of the son?" She also saw that Wang Yue was the main one here today.

Where does Wang Yue understand this, he was used to listening to popular songs in his previous life, but he couldn't hear the quality of this southern song.

However, Li Xiangjun's voice is indeed sweet, and he praised: "Miss Xiangjun's singing voice is comparable to heaven!" ”

"Thank you for the compliment!"

Mao Xiang said beside him: "Miss Xiangjun, such a beautiful day, how about having a drink with Wang Gongzi?" ”

Li Xiangjun happily picked up the wine jug on the table, poured wine for the two empty cups, brought it to Wang Yue and said: "It is a great honor to be able to hear Wang Gongzi's masterpieces today, and the slave family respects Wang Gongzi with a glass." ”

Wang Yue took the wine glass and saw that the wine was a faint pink, and couldn't help asking, "What kind of wine is this?" ”

Li Xiangjun said with a smile: "This is the peach blossom dew brewed by Xiaowan, there are many kinds of dew wine brewed by Xiaowan, and today I heard that there are distinguished guests, so my mother specially asked someone to bring it." ”

When Wang Yue smelled it, there was indeed a fragrance of flowers, which was pleasing to the eye. After drinking it, I realized that it was a sake with a low degree but a delicious taste.

"Good wine!" Wang Yue was also in a good mood, and said to Li Xiangjun: "I just heard the song sung by Miss Xiangjun called "Cai Ling Song", and my son has a song "Cai Hongling" here, if it is sung by Miss Xiangjun, it should be even more beautiful." ”

Now not only Li Xiangjun, but all the women present were also moved, new words and new songs are the weapons they rely on to become famous, otherwise how could Liu Sanbian eat so much among the fireworks women.

Li Xiangjun said eagerly: "Prince Wang, hurry up." The tone was almost coquettish, Wang Yue's poem just now was indeed a masterpiece, which made her full of expectations.

"Ugh!" Originally, I wanted to use my mobile phone to put it, but Wang Yue remembered that he didn't download this song on his mobile phone.

Since he said it, he couldn't spoil the beauties, so Wang Yue had no choice but to say: "I'll sing it to you." ”

When everyone heard this, they applauded.

Gu Hengbo chuckled: "The slave is the son's drum!" Her smile made the waves even more turbulent.

Bian Yujing said: "Slave to beat the drum." Zheng Tuoniang said: "Slave can!" ”

Wang Yue waved his hand again and again: "No need, I'll sing a cappella instead." ”

After speaking, he picked up the chopsticks, gently tapped the plate in front of him and sang: "The two of us rowed a boat to pick red lings, pick red lings."

Yes, yes, Lang has a heart, and yes, yes, a sister has affection.

It's like two horned diamonds, never separated.

We are ......... with one heart! ”

This is a cheerful Jiangnan folk song, written about the scene of a brother and sister picking red lings together. Although it is completely different from the current style of music, it is very suitable for the occasion. The water towns in the south of the Yangtze River are full of rivers and ponds, and almost every local person has seen Cailing.

Does this song sound vulgar to Ming people? It's a bit vulgar, to be precise, it's popular.

The music is universal, this song has won a silver medal in Vienna, and even foreigners speak highly of it, not to mention that all the people present are Jiangnan people. This song, coupled with the Qinhuai River next to it, is a portrayal of the life of the people in the south of the Yangtze River, and it can resonate more from life.

Wang Yue sang okay, not too bad, after he finished singing, put down his chopsticks.

Everyone was still reminiscing about this song, and Li Xiangjun couldn't help asking: "Isn't Wang Gongzi from Shanxi?" How can you make this song? ”

Yes, this song is a strong Jiangnan style when you hear it.

Wang Yue said embarrassedly: "This is something I occasionally heard others sing, and I wrote it down when I thought it sounded." I think this song is more suitable for you to sing. ”

Although Li Xiangjun didn't believe it, he didn't ask much, but said: "Okay, then the slave family will sing this song "Cai Hongling""

All the women applauded and began to sing.

Although Wang Yue only sang it once, it was not difficult for them, after all, the fundamental talent was there, so they quickly sang it well.

Mao Xiang exclaimed: "Childe is really versatile!" ”

"Bijiang, there are so many beauties here, there is no one who is excited?" Wang Yue still wants to see the excitement.

When Mao Xiang heard this, he immediately shook his head and said, "No, how can you be a beautiful woman." He also thought that Wang Yue didn't understand the rules here, and he wanted to do that skin and meat business.

Wang Yue snorted and said, "Are you a layman when you are the son of this child?" My Fair Lady Gentleman, I'm asking if you have anyone you want to pursue? ”

Mao Xiang suddenly thought about it and said: "Bijiang already has a family, and I haven't thought about marrying a concubine yet." ”

Wang Yue nodded, Mao Xiang does have a good wife and mother, and her personality is very good.

"Wolfberry pine fish rice", "crab roe waist flower", "tiger skin sea cucumber", "flower heart eight fresh" and other four Dong Xiaowan's specialty dishes were served to the table one by one, the color is bright, the aroma is tangy, the shape is chic, it looks more like a plate of art, which makes people can't bear to taste it with chopsticks.

Mao Xiang, Fang Yizhi and others all said after tasting it: "I didn't expect that in Gongzi's words, Miss Xiaowan's craftsmanship is indeed extraordinary." ”

Wang Yue looked at the table and saw that it was almost full, and said to the maid who came up with the dishes: "There are enough dishes, so that Miss Xiaowan doesn't have to cook any more." ”

The maid said, "Miss Xiaowan said, just make another soup." ”

At this time, Li Xiangjun and Bian Yujing sang "Cai Hongling" together, and the two sisters were very pleasing to the eye.

Wang Yue motioned for Yue Shun to take the purse and take out the camera, "Click, click!" "Press the shutter, and a picture will be spit out. This is standard for the Military Investigation Bureau, and the camera is taken as a supplement to the electronics.

Mao Xiang, Fang Yizhi and others next to him didn't know why.

"Miss Xiangjun, this is for you as a souvenir." Wang Yue shook the photo and said.

Li Xiangjun took it curiously and said, "This, when was this drawn?" ”

Zheng Toniang, Bian Yujing, and Gu Hengbo also hurriedly came over to take a look, and they all said in surprise: "Who drew this so realistically?" ”

Wang Yue laughed and said: "This is not a painting, this is a shooting, come to this son to take a few more pictures for you, so as to lock your youth!" ”

In the back kitchen of Meixianglou, Dong Xiaowan's maid took a photo and ran in quickly: "Miss, Miss!" Look! ”

Dong Xiaowan, who was wearing an apron, wiped her hands, took it and took a look, her already big eyes widened: "This, this is a pity!" Who painted it? ”

"It's the prince, it's the prince! It's not a painting, it's a photograph, Miss, come on, let him take a picture of you too! After saying that, he pulled Dong Xiaowan and left.