"Then ......" Xiao Ting's face was a little inexplicably pale, "What if you sing it to others?" Not just me? ”

"That seems to be normal, after all, I finally learned this thing, and I want to show it in front of people." Qin Miaozhi said the most simple thoughts in his heart, and he didn't think about too many things.

After all, she is not very old, and she has not been exposed to many things, what does it mean to be accepted as a singer by a rich and noble family, and what kind of things will happen to her after performing at a banquet, these things, she actually doesn't know.

Xiao Ting knew better than her, so her complexion became a little unpleasant.

"Lang Jun, did the slave family say something wrong?" Qin Miaozhi's eyes widened and looked at Xiao Ting's expression.

"Nope." Xiao Tingqiang smiled and shook his head, "It's nothing, I just feel a little tired, so I probably don't look good...... I probably understand your feelings, and if you want to show your talent in front of people, of course I won't stop you...... It's just that your current ability still needs to learn more, although it is much better than when I first met you, but you are still a little worse than the real top voice. Of course, only a little, not much. ”

Qin Miaozhi squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "The slave family understands what you mean, don't worry, if you really perform at any banquet, the slave family will definitely not embarrass you!" I know that there are a lot of things that I still need to work on, and I will definitely not be satisfied! ”

Xiao Ting's heart was naturally not these, he pursed his slightly white lips, and wanted to directly say the hidden worries in his heart, but looking at the simple expression on Qin Miaozhi's face, he couldn't bear to tear the naked reality open to her.

"Singing songs for everyone at the banquet in the house, sometimes ...... Of course, this is not the case, and you will meet some people who are not very polite. Xiao Ting worked hard to gather his vocabulary, he had always been a very good talker, but at this time, he felt that he didn't know how to phrase his whole person, "If you really meet that kind of person, you don't have to estimate too much, their identity and other things may indeed need to be considered, but they are not the only criteria for consideration." Anyway, you are also a member of our Xiao Mansion, if you are bullied, our Xiao Mansion will be disgraced. ”

Qin Miaozhi looked at Xiao Ting, listened to his words carefully, and couldn't help but burst out laughing after all.

Xiao Ting looked at her with some puzzlement, not understanding what she was laughing at.

Qin Miaozhi covered her mouth and smiled: "Lang Jun, do you really think I don't understand anything?" ”

Facing Xiao Ting's puzzled eyes, Qin Miaozhi explained with a smile: "I have more or less sung songs in the wine shop for a while, although it is just a small wine shop, but men, as long as you drink a little more, many things are almost the same. It's just that at that time, my uncle took care of me. And now ......"

Qin Miaozhi glanced at Xiao Ting secretly, then quickly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and smiled: "You have Langjun to take care of me." So, I'm not so scared of these things. Moreover, Lang Jun, you have put so much effort into teaching me, and you have invited a teacher to teach me, and you have personally instructed you, if you just sing songs for Lang Jun, Lord Lang, and the main mother in the house, it will be somewhat ...... Anyway, it's not worth it to you! I understand what you mean, don't worry, these proportional slaves still understand. If there is really something, the slave family will tell Lang Jun directly, and it will definitely not embarrass the Xiao Mansion. ”

Xiao Ting's heart warmed, and looking at Qin Miaozhi's slightly ashamed and energetic appearance, she couldn't help but hook her chin and drop a kiss.

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"The remnant snow condenses the cold painting screen, the falling plum flute has been changed three times, and no one is in the moonlight...... Peony, you say, could it be that night that Chu Langjun said? ”

Stretching out his hand and gently groping the paper, Zhao Runzhi read the words, and some feelings in his heart were silently breeding in such a dark night, and they could not be broken.

Peony was already sleepy, and at this time she was supporting her head with her arms, drowsy at the table, nodding her head from time to time, and waking up from a slight sleep.

Hearing the master's voice, Peony hurriedly opened his eyes, stared blankly in the air and reacted for a while, before he understood what Zhao Runzhi said.

"Your Highness, do you mean that the night you and Chu Langjun first met?" Peony scratched her head, forced a pair of eyes open, and didn't let herself fall asleep, "It did snow heavily that night, but there was no painting screen, no plum, and no flute......"

"People fill in the words! You can't just be so straightforward! Zhao Runzhi didn't like to listen to this, so he opened his mouth and interrupted Peony, "Do you understand artistic creation?" It's all a little real and a little illusory.,Besides.,Luomei Hengdi's are just some meanings.,Why don't you even understand this! ”

Zhao Runzhi raised his chin slightly, looked complacent, and said a little happily: "He must still be thinking about me, that's why he wrote such a thing." Maybe it was written to me on purpose! Yes, yes, Chu Lang thought that his father was my uncle, and he knew that the poems he wrote would reach me, so he specially wrote them for me! It must be so! ”

"Oh-" was inexplicably counted, and Peony continued to scratch her head. But looking at Zhao Runzhi's love for that Chu Feng's true handiwork, Peony still couldn't help what he thought in his heart, and said again, "But Your Highness, that Chu Langjun didn't know that you were a daughter!" ”

Zhao Runzhi's joy came to an abrupt end, and the smile on his beautiful face stiffened, and then he was slowly enveloped in disappointment.

"Hey! You dead peony, I'm just falling into my own fantasy to satisfy myself! Why do you want to pierce me! It's too much! Zhao Runzhi pursed his lips and supported his chin with both hands.

Her eyes looked into the distance, humming a light, bright and slightly melancholy tune, and after a while, her gaze seemed to be sucked away by a magnet, and she couldn't help but fall on the paper in front of her again.

"Hey-even the handwriting is so beautiful, Chu Lang is really perfect!" Zhao Runzhi's face was slightly red, but there was a kind of pride on his expression that could not be concealed.

Peony couldn't help but smile secretly: "Your Highness, you are really not reserved at all!" Chu Langjun is indeed very good, he has talent for painting and poetry, and he is also very good-looking. But if his background is really not very good, he is just an ordinary person, and he is really too much to be a colt master! (To be continued.) )