Teaching Workshop Auditorium.

Wu Qing boasted that he was still a little talented in music, and when he sang K songs in his previous life, he was a master of imitating the prince of love songs, Wang Jie, with a hoarse voice, he was sad and cried for it. It is precisely for this reason that he once soaked a girl.

So, Wu Qing asked Li Qiuxiang to sing a song first, firstly, to enjoy the Tang Dynasty song and dance, and secondly, to understand the specific level of these Yunshao.

However, most of the Yun Shao went to the East Palace Night Banquet, and many of the people who stayed were because of menstruation, Wu Qing was speechless, so he had to let Shangguan Wan'er, the nearly twenty new Yun Shao, play the backup dance, after all, they have been studying for nearly half a year, and it is almost the same.

So a group of little Lori in colorful clothes and an adult Li Qiuxiang danced to the tune of "Japanese Wind Willow". For a while, the colorful clothes were fluttering, and the ancient style was slow. The piano, flute, pipe, and sheng are harmonious and wonderful, if there is a sense of fairy music.

"The wind is fine and the willows are at the water's edge, and the smoke and waves are misty and singing the fishing boat"

Li Qiuxiang's voice is like a yellow warbler, tactful like a dream, as if the willow wind is blowing, the catkins are fluttering, and it is like a pair of **strolling on the shore of Weishui.

As soon as the song was over, Yun Shao and the others also danced and stood up, waiting for Wu Qing to speak.

Wu Qing is still wandering in the world, but he doesn't know that the singing and dancing have stopped.

"Workshop Envoy?"

The voice was like a line, drilling into Wu Qing's ears, Wu Qing woke up in shock, just now he was fluttering like a fairy, making him daydream, it was really embarrassing.

"Ah, it's over, well, it's very good, my Datang music, my Datang dance, my Datang art, all in this song, song and dance."

Wu Qing did not hesitate to praise the words, so that these Yun Shao lowered their heads, the musicians were also red-faced, and Sister Qiuxiang's white cheeks flew up two red clouds, which made Wu Qing want to take a bite.

Wu Qing looked at Yun Shao, who was still standing, and said, "Everyone sit down, I have something to say." ”

Yun Shao and the others all went to the mat next to them and sat down.

Wu Qing sat precariously, his face was a little stern, and said: "Now that I have the trust of the emperor and the queen, let me be a child in charge of the teaching department, I think you are not convinced, but since I am in charge of the teaching department, I will not mess around, let alone seek profit, nor will I belittle you, if you have any opinions, just tell me directly." But there is one thing, that is, absolute obedience to orders, if there is disobedience, eliminate the teaching department, Wu Mou does what he says, don't think that I am just a seven-year-old child who is easy to bully. ”

"Slaves don't dare!"

Zhong Yunshao was a little frightened, and they realized that the envoy sent by the emperor and the Empress Wu was not just a child.

Li Qiuxiang frowned slightly, and said: "Teaching Workshop Envoy, now that the first day is approaching, every year the emperor has to teach the Fang Division to serve in the palace. ”

Wu Qing was stunned for a moment, and calculated silently in his heart, there were still ten days before the Yuan Ri, and he couldn't help asking, "What does Sister Qiuxiang mean?" ”

Qiu Xiang was stunned by the name of this "Qiu Xiang sister", and the people in the teaching department called her everyone on weekdays, but she still immediately said: "The repertoire rehearsed every year is the same, but it is just turned over and over and over and changed the order, and on Chinese New Year's Eve last year, the emperor and the empress were a little dissatisfied." Now that the Jiaofang Ling and the Jiaofang Cheng, and the eight Lezheng are not there, how will this be rehearsed, and please ask the Jiaofang envoy to show you! ”

Wu Qing's eyes sank suddenly, it seems that this sect has made a few people really not feel good, this is not just to dismount himself, this is to drive himself away, in order to drive himself away, he even ignored the feelings of Gaozong and Empress Wu, and even these Yun Shao may be killed. In ancient times, whether it was an official slave or other slaves, it was said that they would be killed, and how they died was just an order.

Damn, it looks like my brother can't be famous anymore!

Wu Qing stood up, waved the sleeves of his robe, and walked back and forth in the vast concert hall, suddenly, he stopped, had a plan in his heart, turned around and said: "Leave the rehearsal to Lord Ben, you can rest well today, by the way, think about what wonderful ideas you have, and tell me again tomorrow morning, and, from tomorrow, without my permission, the Teaching Workshop Division will no longer perform for the princes and ministers, and those who violate the order will be eliminated from the Teaching Workshop Division!" ”

"No, the slaves know." Zhong Yunshao was stunned by Wu Qing's little brat.

"Okay, you guys disperse, Shangguan Wan'er stays!"

The clouds dispersed, leaving only Shangguan Wan'er.

Shangguan Wan'er was at a loss, looking at this unscrupulous young man in the past, but now he has an official body, and he is the nephew of the Empress Wu, and he can still manage himself, this change makes her young and proud little heart a little unbearable.

Wu Qing smiled evilly, Lori, is there really a three?

"Well, that's it, Wan'er." Wu Qing still couldn't be too evil, and he could only ask softly about this little girl who made people feel pity.

Shangguan Wan'er was obviously unprepared, her little head hung very low, and she said in a low voice: "What did the adults ask the slave to do?" ”

Wu Qing smiled and said: "Daughter-in-law, you have been in this sect for a few months, I believe you also know something here, can you tell me something that I should know?" ”

Shangguan Wan'er was stunned, what are the things you should know, I am not a roundworm in your stomach, how do I know. I saw a look of confusion on Shangguan Wan'er's face, and asked, "The slave doesn't know how to answer!" ”

Wu Qing didn't care, so he stepped forward and wanted to hold Shangguan Wan'er's little hand, but Shangguan Wan'er dodged it, Wu Qing was embarrassed and said, "How many Yun Shao are in this sect?" How many musicians are there? ”

Shangguan Wan'er said at this time: "Excluding those servants who do miscellaneous cleaning and sprinkling, there are about 300 Yunshao, 100 musicians, 30 insiders, and two people. ”

Wu Qing roughly calculated, the number of people should be enough, so he said: "This is very good, daughter-in-law, I will leave here, you go and rest." ”

Shangguan Wan'er agreed, and suddenly asked, "Aren't you going to see your signing room?" ”

Wu Qing was stunned for a moment and said, "Don't go, I'll see it later, I still have to go to see the Qingxin Pavilion." ”

Shangguan Wan'er looked disappointed, because Wuqing's signing room was cleaned up after she and the little sisters fiddled for a long time.

Wu Qing didn't know these things, so he took his leave, left the Teaching Workshop Division, and walked towards the Qingxin Pavilion across the street. Before this, he had already inquired about the specific location of the Qingxin Pavilion, but what he couldn't figure out was that he was a bare-bones commander, telling him how to do things, and how could a child have so much energy. Collecting folk and vulgar things, to put it lightly, do you dignitaries know how many good things there are among the people?

But no matter what, the Qingxin Pavilion is finally justified, as long as he persists, he still doesn't believe it, and he won't be able to get a result, and the future direction of Tang literature and politics must have a part of the Qingxin Pavilion.