"The slave has followed his teacher for several years, and he was originally indifferent to poetry, but when he was serving, he was also familiar with Wang Xiangguo's poetry. In the past few years, there have been thousands of songs reciting Wang Xiangguo's poems, and Yangzhou City is full of songs composed of Xiangguo's poems. The musicians of the major music workshops worked hard, and everyone really loved to sing and listened. However, in my Cuifang Building, Wang Xiangguo's poems have never been sung. Many guests spend a lot of money to ask for a song, but I obey the orders of my teacher, and I must not take out the song and sing it without the approval of the king and the country. Although I know the tune by heart, I don't know how many times I've hummed it over the years. Jiang Qiaoqiao said softly.

Wang Yuan said: "Actually, there is no need to be like this, I don't care about it. ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao frowned and said, "Even if you don't care, how can I go against my teacher's training?" This is the teacher's last teaching, how can I easily turn my back on it? When I learned that you arrived in Yangzhou, I ignored the other requests for Shen Taishou to pass the word on my behalf and invite Wang Xiangguo to meet. A few days ago, the war was raging, and I knew that the time was not appropriate, so Wang Xiangguo did not respond, and I also know the reason. Later, I learned that Wang Xiangguo was injured defending the city and recuperated in Cui's house. I also sent people to send me a name post three times to invite Wang Xiangguo. But Xiangguo still ignored it, and in a hurry, I learned that Xiangguo was visiting the city today, so I asked the landlord to invite him on the street, but I didn't expect Xiangguo to agree. Maybe it's because Xiangguo has seen his mentor that he has this opportunity. ”

Wang Yuan didn't know that when he was bedridden, Jiang Qiaoqiao had sent famous posts three times, but he hadn't seen any of them. Xiang must have been intercepted halfway by the Cui family. It's easy to understand when you think about it, Cui Daoyuan must be selfish, he must not want him to have any entanglement with these women in the land of fireworks, maybe because he has a bet with him about Cui Ruoyu.

"I realized, there were such twists and turns. Everyone is very persistent, maybe this is also the reason why she became the first singer of the Tang Dynasty. To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that there was nothing to do today, I probably never came. If you can't see me and get my approval, what will you do with these songs? Wang Yuan smiled.

"That's nothing, it's a big deal to keep them in the dust forever. It's just that these are the hard work of the teacher, and if you can't see the sun, you will regret it. But for me, all I can do is wait and wait, and one day I will be able to see Wang Xiangguo. Jiang Qiaoqiao said lightly.

Wang Yuan smiled and said: "Fortunately, it doesn't have to be like this, how can everyone's hard work be buried, this is also my Wang Yuan's honor." I'm here today, so let's listen to Miss Jiang's voice. I think I will be satisfied with the music that you have written. ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao smiled slightly: "Thank you Wang Xiangguo for your success." Then he asked Wang Xiangguo to sit wide, and the slave went to burn incense and clean his hands, adjust the sound of the piano, and sing for Xiangguo one by one. But before that, there is something to inform Wang Xiangguo. ”

Wang Yuan nodded and said, "But please come on." ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao looked at Wang Yuan with both eyes and said, "Is Wang Xiangguo willing to sit here and listen, or is he willing to listen outside?" ”

Wang Yuan smiled: "What's the difference? ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao said quietly: "If you sit here and listen, you can naturally hear the subtleties of the tune, but if you listen to it outside, you may not be able to hear some details." ”

Wang Yuan said: "Of course, I listened here, if you think it's convenient." ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao said in a deep voice: "I am naturally convenient, but I am afraid that Wang Xiangguo will find it inconvenient." ”

Wang Yuan smiled: "What's inconvenient for me? I just sit here and listen to music, is there anything taboo that can't be done? ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao said in a deep voice: "Because when I sing, I have to remove the curtain that covers my face, because it will affect my singing." But after I took it off, I was afraid that Wang Xiangguo would see my face, which would affect the mood of listening to the music. ”

Wang Yuan opened his mouth wide in astonishment, and said dumbfoundedly: "You mean, your appearance ...... Physiognomy ......"

Jiang Qiaoqiao said softly: "Exactly, my appearance is extremely ugly, and I am afraid of staining Wang Xiangguo's eyes." In this way, if Xiang Guo insists on staying in the room to listen, he can turn his back and listen. ”

Wang Yuan looked at the pair of bright water autumn eyes that appeared outside the curtain in a daze, he didn't believe that the woman with these beautiful eyes would look ugly no matter what.

"But...... Didn't Shen Zifang say that you look very beautiful? ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao smiled softly and said: "No one has seen my true face, they listen to my music through the curtain, and I have never shown my true face." Even in Cuifang Building, only Siniang knows my appearance. Also, the deceased old landlord and my mentor knew. ”

Wang Yuan shook his head and said that he would never believe it, Jiang Qiaoqiao sighed lightly, turned his back to untie the veil, and then slowly turned around. Wang Yuan saw Jiang Qiaoqiao's face at a glance and gasped in shock. What kind of face was that, except for the beautiful eyebrows on the upper part, the nose and mouth below were rolled and cracked, and the whole face seemed to have been cut by a sword. The skin and flesh are rolled, and the color is red, which is simply miserable.

Jiang Qiaoqiao smiled slightly, this smile was even more terrifying in Wang Yuan's opinion, and Wang Yuan's entire back began to tingle. Although everyone says that the beauty of a person is precious in the soul, when faced with a person who looks terrible and makes people vomit, he can't help but feel disgusted, no matter how beautiful his soul is, he will not have a good feeling. Wang Yuan felt like this at this moment, listening to Jiang Qiaoqiao's conversation, he felt that this woman was very character and attractive, looking at her body and posture, it also made people reverie. But as soon as he saw the Yaksha face in front of him, Wang Yuan suddenly had the urge to escape.

"Wang Xiangguo is scared, I told you a long time ago." Jiang Qiaoqiao didn't seem to have any unhappiness, and put the veil on her face again.

"How so, how so." Wang Yuan said in a cold sweat.

"Wang Xiangguo may not believe it, although my original appearance cannot be called beautiful, but it can be regarded as a past. The scars on my face are all my own doing. Jiang Qiaoqiao said softly.

"Why? Everyone loves beauty, why should a girl destroy her own face? Wang Yuan swallowed and spitted at the mouth.

"Quite simply, if I want to be the successor of my teacher, I have to do this. I am the close disciple of my teacher, and I am also her only disciple, but if I can't get the essence of my teacher's singing art, I will have humiliated my teacher's name and failed myself. However, I was born with a voice defect. In the second year with my teacher, my teacher told me that my nose was too long and my voice was too hollow and floating when I sang songs. In addition, my mouth is too small, and the sound and breath are insufficient. Born with limited conditions, it may be difficult to achieve great success. I listened to my teacher's words and felt sad in my heart, but I was obsessed with singing, and if I couldn't become a singer who everyone admired like my teacher, then I would not be happy for the rest of my life. So I took it upon myself and cut off a part of my nose with a knife to get rid of the hollow nasal sound. I also used scissors to open the corners of the mouth on both sides by half an inch, so that it was more conducive to breath in and out and pronunciation. Sadly, after such an action, I am not limited by my mouth and nose. ”

Wang Yuan's heart was beating when he heard this, and he looked at Jiang Qiaoqiao's eyes as if he was looking at a monster. There are people who do such a ridiculous thing in order to achieve the ideal singing conditions. Such an obsession is probably close to madness.

"Wang Xiangguo doesn't need to be so surprised, the slave is only obsessed with one thing in his life, and that is singing. Other than that, I'm not interested in anything. I can do whatever it takes to do this. In fact, people all over the world are crazy about obsessed things, but they are not much better than me. Many people even kill their wives and children and brothers in order to fight for power and profit, I only hurt my own body, who is crazier? Self-explanatory. ”

Wang Yuan was speechless, Jiang Qiaoqiao was right, this world is a crazy world, and many things are more crazy than the things in front of him. Jiang Qiaoqiao is so obsessed with singing, in fact, it seems crazy, but it is harmless to others.

"Miss Jiang, I admire your courage. As long as you feel that it is okay and harmless to others, why bother with other people's eyes. Miss Jiang is a strange woman, and I believe that Miss Jiang will be able to surpass Naishi and become the number one singer in the world. ”

"Many auspicious words. I just hope that I can live up to my teacher's name, and if I can be blue, then it will be even better. So Wang Xiangguo is listening here? Or listen to it from the outside? Jiang Qiaoqiao asked with a smile.

Wang Yuan said softly: "I'm still listening to the sound outside." ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao let out a pleasant laugh and nodded, "I guess it's the same." ”

Wang Yuan fled, and Jiang Qiaoqiao said quietly behind him: "My secret, please keep it secret." Everyone in the southeast knows that I am very beautiful, and that's because they have seen me a few years ago. I don't think about it, but I can't change the world's vision. I will always only show people my singing, so in their minds, I will not only sing beautifully, but also look good. This is also for the sake of this building, for the sake of the landlord. Dozens of hard-working women call this place home, and without it, everyone would be displaced. ”

Wang Yuan stopped and turned around and arched his hand: "Miss Jiang, don't worry, this matter will rot in my stomach and will never be said." ”

"Thank you." Jiang Qiaoqiao was deeply blessed by Wang Yuan's back.