"Neighbors, I've kept you waiting, and the next thing to play is what you've been waiting for, our most popular artist in Minghuitang, Xuan Gongzi."

"The repertoire of our finale performance today is the Jingyun drum "Hundred Mountains" carefully prepared by our Jiaxuan Gongzi for you!"

The elder brother who hosted this art show in Minghuitang said to the spectators.

"Okay, Master Xuan is finally here!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and the spectators instantly became excited, staring intently at the stage, waiting for Ming Jingxuan to make his debut.

The senior brother waved his hand, "Go on the drum!" ”

Immediately afterwards, two young disciples took the Jingyun drum out of the curtain and placed it in the center of the stage. There was thunderous applause from the audience, this is full of capital, as long as there is a scene of Ming Jingxuan, this pomp is naturally indispensable.

Song Qinglian had only heard of the fame of Prince Xuan, but she had never seen Ming Jingxuan himself, so she didn't know what kind of character this was, and she could cause such an uproar among the guests.

Curiosity arose in her heart, and in the corner of one side, she also applauded along with the audience.

The applause lasted for a while, but Ming Jingxuan was never seen, only a lone drum was placed in the center of the stage.

The spectators were surprised.

"Where are the people?"

"Why hasn't Mr. Xuan come out yet?"

The senior brother Ma Wei on the side couldn't help but be a little flustered, frowned, and lowered his voice to the junior brother behind: "What's the matter, Jing Xuan?" ”

The two juniors and disciples glanced at each other, both of them at a loss: "We don't know either." ”

"Ahem." Unexpectedly, at this moment, a young man appeared in the side curtain, his hand clenched into a half-fist, put it between his mouth, coughed lightly, and his eyebrows and eyes were as proud as ice.

At this moment of surprise, a young man in a cyan robe and a long and jade body walked slowly from the side curtain to the front of the stage.

This Ming Jingxuan is not very old, and the shelf is not small, it can really be said that it has come out after a long time.

As soon as he came on the stage, the full house immediately fell silent, as if his aura alone suppressed the full audience.

I never thought that this young man would have such a deterrent power. He stood in front of the big drum, looking down at the full house, and had the posture of overlooking all living beings.

"Master Xuan is here, welcome Master Xuan!"

The audience cheered again, and thunderous applause rang out.

In the face of the cheers from the audience, he remained silent, always maintaining the posture of looking down, not necessarily how enthusiastic he was to the visitors, and what he could see in his eyes was the arrogance of disdain for the mundane.

In an instant, I saw him gently tugging the corners of his mouth and smiling lightly, the smile was also as cold as ice, but it was as warm as a hundred flowers blooming, and it didn't feel that it would make people's hearts ripple.

He raised his hand slightly, picked up the drumstick placed on the big drum, bowed slightly to the audience, and his voice was flat: "Thank you for your support, don't talk much, just sing on the board, and then I, Ming Jingxuan, will give you a piece of "Hundred Mountains". ”

"Good ......" The audience once again burst into applause.

Although Song Qinglian was in the corner on one side, she could see Ming Jingxuan's appearance clearly. He is indeed as rumored to be, a handsome boy who looks like Pan An.

His eyebrows are thick, his eyes are like autumn water, glowing with a little brilliance, his fair skin is translucent, his teeth are like jade, and his lips are like dancome. is a turn, a look back, all with the peerless elegance of the handsome son in the play.

But his arrogance is as rumored, and there is no room for the slightest vulgar thing in his cold eyes, even if he treats the spectators who praise him, he is so indifferent.

Maybe it's because of his talent and handsome face, so he naturally has that sense of superiority.

While beating the Jingyun drum, he played the board in his hand, sang the lyrics, and made every gesture, all of which had the style of a handsome son.

Song Qinglian looked at his performance, and there was a faint feeling of admiration in her heart, looking at him, and muttered: "It turns out that this is the young and famous Xuan Gongzi Xuan Gongzi, when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation." ”

And Lu Shuangshuang glanced at the stage, but he didn't seem to be too optimistic, and frowned: "Look at this kung fu is indeed a powerful one, but this Xuan Gongzi is not very old, but his arrogance is not small!" ”

"He is so indifferent to the people who hold him, what kind of arrogance does he have to become? It's just a singing and performing arts, where does the sense of superiority come from? ”

"Shuangshuang, don't talk about people like that." Regarding Lu Shuangshuang's views, Song Qinglian completely disagreed.

She tugged at Lu Shuangshuang's sleeve, "In this world, all walks of life have their own difficulties, and we are still like this, and so are they." ”

"And he is one of the best in terms of appearance and talent, he is famous in the capital at a young age, even if he is arrogant, he also has arrogant capital."

"And ......" said, her eyes were slightly condensed, looking at Ming Jingxuan on the stage, her eyes were a little more profound, "I don't think he is such an indifferent person as he looks, there is temperature in his eyes, he must have his own story!" ”

The human feelings in this world, such as people drinking water, know their own warmth and coldness. Maybe Ming Jingxuan's indifferent appearance is just a kind of protection for himself by living in this chaotic world.

Everyone else said that he was arrogant and indifferent, maybe the true emotions in his heart can only be read by people like Song Qinglian, who have lacked parental care since childhood.

Unconsciously, the performance of the song "Hundred Mountains" had come to an end, Ming Jingxuan closed his voice, gently put the drumstick and playing board on the drum, and still stood proudly on the stage.

"Okay, good, Master Xuan sings well!"

There was thunderous applause from the audience, followed by all kinds of colored heads thrown on the stage like a drizzle, including gold, silver, pearls, jade, jewelry and rings.

It seems that these spectators admired Ming Jingxuan like a god, and the softness on his body was given to him without hesitation.

Ming Jingxuan still looked down at the audience lightly, and didn't even bother to look at the soft things that were thrown up all over the place.

The indifference and coldness reflected on his body are inferior to even the pine and bamboo in the cold winter wax moon.