Among the lyrics selected by Huai Sleeve, most of the wonderful lyrics are sung by Du Liniang played by Huai Sleeve, and a small part is by Liu Mengmei, a scholar played by the crescent moon, and the remaining maid sings very little, just a scene before and after.

The poems of this section are magnificent and gorgeous, the whole complex is fascinating, the crescent moon and the official Zhaoyu enter the play very quickly, and in a few days, several people can string together the whole story and play a prototype.

The maid Chunxiang played by Guan Zhaoyu twisted her waist, walked to the house, and when she was about to sing, she frowned and looked at her sleeves and said: "There should be a little flower lang in this place, I string this alone, and I always feel awkward." “

Huai Sleeve glanced at the lyrics in his hand, but as Guan Zhaoyu said, he thought that this singing should be a harlequin, and the singing section was witty and lively, Su Malagu couldn't sing it with such an effect.

While thinking about it, I suddenly heard outside the door that I don't know who was humming this paragraph, and the humming paragraph was the paragraph of Xiaohualang.

Walking to the door with sleeves and looking out, it turned out to be Fuquan, while tying the rope for drying clothes, humming in a low voice, and relishing.

"Fuquan, you come!" Sleeve opened his mouth and called.

When Fuquan heard Huai Sleeve calling him, he hurriedly ran over and asked, "What does the girl command?" “

Huai Sleeve called Fuquan into the house and said, "You sang the little flower lang that you just hummed to us." “

"Girl, I was singing nonsense just now, I ......" Fuquan saw that the lord of Gege was standing in the room at this time, and he became shy, and his face was red to the root of his ears.

Huai Sleeve smiled: "It's okay, a few of us are also learning this play, just now I heard you sing quite a bit of taste, so I called you to come, only sing the part of Hualang, how much you can sing." After that, he looked at Fuquan with encouragement in his eyes.

Fuquan listened to Huai Sleeve say this, stabilized his mind, and slowly recalled the tune he sang in the opera troupe on the street when he was a child, and sang the lyrics of the little flower lang according to the gourd painting.

Fuquan has listened to a lot of dramas on the street since he was a child, and he actually has a bit of flavor when he sings.

Huai Sleeve nodded and smiled: "Okay, this paragraph will be skewered by Fuquan and Zhaoyu County Lord." “

When Fuquan heard this, he waved his hand again and again: "This can't be done, can't be helped, I ......"

Just about to refuse, the crescent moon smiled and said: "Fuquan is talking nonsense, my master said that you make it is to make it, and asking you to sing is to promote you, and if you sing well, you will have a heavy reward!" “

Fu Quan heard the words of the crescent moon princess Chrysostom, and knew that he couldn't excuse himself, so he had to take it hard.

A few people have strung it a few times, and they have felt that they have made more progress than a few days ago.

Su Malagu's Yunban erhu has been rehearsed quite a bit of flavor, and everyone can't help but be overjoyed when they see that the whole drama has been a little successful.

The crescent moon and the others were worried that Huai Sleeve would not be in good health these days, so they didn't dare to work too much for her, so they dispersed early every day.

When the crescent moon was leaving, she suddenly turned around and asked Huai Sleeve, "Has Sister Lan been here with you in the past few days?" “

Huai Sleeve shook his head and said: "No, she said the day before yesterday that she would come to pick up her clothes in the past few days, but she never came, I don't know if she is not in good health again, what is the symptom of her illness?" I don't think it's easy to ask in front of her, so I don't know, and if I do, I might be able to help her out. “

When the crescent moon heard this, her face couldn't help but darken quietly, thinking that there was someone next to her at this time, she smiled and said: "Today, you tossed all day, let's rest first, I'll tell you another day, let's go first." The words fell, and he went out of Qingzhi Hall with Guan Zhaoyu and Su Malagu.

The crescent moon's face had never been able to hide her thoughts, and how could her gloomy look slip through Huai Sleeve's eyes at that moment, but Huai Sleeve knew that she didn't want to speak at this time, and there must be another reason for it, so she didn't ask any more.

Huai sleeve only picked up the tea cup, and suddenly saw the pot of hosta under the corridor that was still budding yesterday, today it has been pulled out of the stamen, Qingling bloomed like a cloud, slowly paced into the hospital, fingers lightly twisted petals, recalled a sentence in Xin Qiji's "Water Dragon Yin", and couldn't help but chant: "Yao Cen Yuanmu, play sorrow and hatred, hosta snail ......." He was halfway through his sentence when he was interrupted by a commotion.

In the southwest corner of the courtyard, several palace maids stood under the tree and gathered around, chatting together.

"Wow, it's so cute, why are there such small birds this season."

"Where did it come from? Eighty percent of them fell from trees. “

"But the birds in our tree have all flown south for the winter, how can this little thing not even grow its hair?"

Huai Sleeve didn't know what they saw, so he asked, "What do you see, Lianbi?" “

Hearing the call of her arms, Lianbi hurriedly took a furry thing from the hands of a palace maid, ran over and smiled: "Girl, take a look at this, it's so interesting." “

When he looked at it carefully, he saw that Lian Bi was holding a fledgling little wren in her hands.

The fluffy weak feathers wrapped the young body, the big head swayed from side to side, and a pair of small eyes with red edges looked around helplessly, and the weak appearance was quite pitiful.

Huai Sleeve carefully held this little thing in the palm of his hand, only to feel its young claws tightly gripping his palm, cold and pitiful.

"It must be hungry, go find some broken rice." He looked at this weak "uninvited guest" with his sleeves and couldn't help but feel pity.

A palace maid ran to look for rice, and after a while, she found a small handful.

The sleeve twisted it up with two fingers, and then approached the little thing, only to see that it raised its head high, and kept shaking a pair of small wings gently, and its tender yellow beak was wide open waiting for food.

As soon as it caught the rice, it immediately swallowed it, and then opened its mouth and chirped to eat.

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw this, and they fed the little thing several times in a row.

After the little wren was full, he may have felt the warmth around his body, leaned tightly into the palm of his sleeve, closed his eyes and fell asleep contentedly.

Watching this lovely young bird being fed by herself, her heart involuntarily swelled with a burst of satisfaction, and she pulled out the silk handkerchief in her sleeve and gently put it on its young body.

Jian Yue walked in from the front yard with the decoction, saw the little bird in her hand, and said with a smile: "It's so small, how can we feed it?" It's better to send Fuquan back to its original nest, maybe the pair of big birds are worried at this time. “

Huai Sleeve suddenly remembered that in the Chengde Guanyu Building, a young swallow accidentally fell under the wall, and the two big swallows mourned all night, and the cry was sad, so that people could not bear to hear. Tunnel hurriedly said: "Go and call for blessings." “

After a while, Fu Quan ran over, raised the young wren in his palm and said to Fu Quan, "Put this young bird back into its original nest." “

Fuquan glanced at the sleeping little wren, smiled helplessly, but shook his head and said, "The girl put it back at this time, and it can only wait for death." “

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