Mei Han looked at the person who spoke, and an emotion that had not been felt in the past twenty-eight years slowly rose in his heart.

Eat one's heart out.

The man in front of him has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his appearance is extraordinary, but this is not the reason why Mei Han is jealous of him, after all, Mei Han himself is a disciple of the Liyuan family, and he eats with his face for seven points in singing, and Mei Han's own appearance is not bad.

But as the "Thousand People's Faces" handed down by the ancestors of Liyuan Daomen said, there are countless good-looking faces, the face is like copper and iron, and the temperament is real gold.

Mei Han is the second ancestor of the standard, pampered since childhood, noble and elegant temperament, and dusty like a white crane, but compared with the man in front of him, Mei Han felt like a native chicken, and his originally raised neck unconsciously shrank back.

"Which onion are you?" Mei Han asked.

"His next name is Lu Xingli, and his stage name is Little Spear." The man replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"How many years have you been singing? How many strips of satin did you get? ”

"Since I was twelve years old and first rushed to the stage, I have been singing for six years, and I haven't counted the satin I won." Lu Xingli replied.

"Hmph, it's too little to be embarrassed to say, right? I went on stage when I was six years old, and I've been singing for twenty-two years now! Appeared on the stage more than 800 times and got more than 13,000 pieces of satin, how can you have the courage to compete with me? Mei asked with a cold smile.

"Singing is more about ability, not how much satin there is." Lu Xingli said with a smile.

"You mean I'm not as good as you?" Mei Han asked with a dark face.

"It's not." Lu Xingli shook his head.

"I mean, not only are you not as good as me, but you don't get as much satin as I do." Lu Xingli said with a smile.

Mei Han was choked immediately, and his face turned into pig liver color with anger! I immediately wanted to scold the family and teach this arrogant boy a lesson first.

But Mei Han saw Xiao Xiyue standing aside, smiling like a flower, and knew that if she wanted to please the beauty, she still had to pretend to be a dog.

Mei Han flicked the jade pendant on his waist, a pleasant collision sounded, and his face also pretended to be calm and relaxed, and said: "There is no evidence, you countryman's apprentice, you have the ability to pull your cars of satin, show me." ”

Lu Xingli shrugged his shoulders and said that he was too lazy to pull it, it was troublesome.

"Oh? Bragging was debunked by me, right? Mei Han immediately seized the opportunity to ridicule each other.

But at this time, Xiao Xiyue on the side suddenly took a step forward, crossed Xiao Man's waist, pointed at Mei Han and scolded.

"You mother-in-law's little white face! Dare to compare! If you don't dare to compete, you will admit defeat! Where is all this? ”

Mei Han immediately opened her mouth wide, how could such a beautiful little girl open her mouth to speak such vulgar words.

Mei Han's admiration for Xiao Xiyue in his heart suddenly ......

It's even stronger!

He has been pampered since he was a child, and most of the rich ladies he has seen are twisted and coquettish, and today he sees a spicy girl with such a true temperament as Xiao Xiyue, but it is unprecedented to be excited.

"Is it better or not?" Lu Xingli asked again.

Mei Han's eyes rolled, but the housekeeper next to him hurriedly gave him a look, implying that he couldn't do it!

Shuangtai opera inherited from the Qing Dynasty Liangjiang Province, at that time the Jiangnan area was too rich, the folk life was also extremely arrogant, at the time of the annual festival, watching a play is not enjoyable, then at the same time invite two opera troupes to compete on the same stage, sing the same play, which side sings better, the people in the town to see the play to see which side, after the play is dispersed, the spectators first throw satin according to the old rules, which side has more satin, in order to receive the reward, the losing troupe has no one, and they have to lose face!

Right now, it's not that the housekeeper doesn't trust Young Master Mei's ability to sing.

It's the Liyuan family opera troupe, and the grass stage troupe of the countrymen is a double stage play, which is a shame in itself!

And, what if you lose? The housekeeper knew in his heart that Song Qing had real skills in singing, and his apprentice would not be far behind.

But Mei Han ignored the housekeeper's dissuasion, and immediately waved his hand and said, "Okay! I promise! ”

Mei Han is the second ancestor, but he is not a fool, he can climb to the top spot of the current pear orchard, and he is not a fool who will be recruited by a radical general, he also understands in his heart that this Lu Xingli dares to challenge himself, he is definitely not an idle person, and their group of countrymen have made a good calculation, which is to make a name for themselves by themselves!

But Mei Han also has his own calculations, as well as the certainty of victory.

The corners of Mei Han's mouth hooked into a sneer, and his eyes fell on the person sitting in the car behind Lu Yuan and Song Qing.

(To be continued)