The beautiful singing voice is like a trickle of water flowing slowly from the teahouse, and like the spring breeze of Hexun gently blowing among the tea guests, the ordinary teahouse seems to have become a fairyland on earth.

The Daxing Dynasty lacked leisure and entertainment, and playing and singing opera was monotonous and boring.

Kong Fang brought the classic pop songs that swept the world in his previous life to the Daxing Dynasty, and appeared in a popular singing style that the Daxing Dynasty had never had, coupled with Dou Ying's natural voice, which instantly fascinated the audience.

The whole teahouse, except for the singing Dou Tong father and daughter, everything is still and frozen, including time and space.

The shopkeeper stood behind the counter and forgot to keep accounts.

The man stood silently, forgetting to greet the guests.

Tea customers are even more different, some hold the teacup and forget to drink tea, some pinch the snack to their mouth and forget to eat, and some gently wipe the corners of their eyes......

Don't say that the tea customers in the teahouse, even passers-by can't help but stop and listen, they seem to be taken to another world by the singing.

In that world, there is a blue sky, there is a bright moon, and under the moon is an affectionate and beautiful woman, whispering to her lover......

It was a strange feeling, the beautiful woman seemed to be within reach, and it seemed to be far away; She is both strange and familiar, and her smile and cheek are always gripping.

……

A song has passed, the aftermath lingers, and it has not been gone for a long time, and everyone is fascinated, as if listening to the sound of nature.

Kong Fang lightly stepped on Kong Xiucai, he understood and took the lead in applauding:

"Good! Good! Good! ”

He shouted three times in a row.

The tea guests woke up like a dream, and they also applauded, and the originally quiet teahouse was instantly full of people, cheering and applauding. The audience outside the building crowded into the teahouse to find out.

Many of them had drunk tea in this teahouse, and they didn't understand how there could be fairies singing fairy songs that they had never heard before.

But seeing Kong Xiucai wearing a square scarf on his head, cranking a paper fan, pacing up and reciting Kong Fang's plagiarism of Du Fu's "Gift of Flowers" as the opening remarks.

"The Qinghe silk pipe is day by day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds.

This song should only be in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times. Ladies and gentlemen......"

"Kong Xiucai, wait a minute......"

Suddenly, someone interrupted him.

"May I ask Mr. Yun what's the matter?" Kong Xiucai bowed to the speaker.

Kong Fangqi's prestige turned out to be a lean old man, he had gray hair, well-dressed, and his gestures showed his sense of superiority.

"Kong Xiucai, the poem you recited just now is very good, and the beauty of the music is written between the virtual and the real, which can be called a masterpiece. But as far as I know you, this poem is by no means from you, do you have a source? ”

Mr. Yun relied on the old and sold the old, and unceremoniously pointed out that the poem was not written by Kong Xiucai.

Kong Xiucai was suddenly embarrassed. It's not because he borrowed Kong Fang's poem, originally this poem was also asked by Kong Fang to take it out to praise the music after Dou Ying finished singing.

He was embarrassed that the other party belittled him without any scruples, but he couldn't refute it yet.

Because what people say is the truth, the other party is not someone who can offend him.

He instinctively turned his gaze to Kong Fang.

Kong Fang's head was full of black lines, and he was a little annoyed that the old man Yun was a demon, interrupting them to promote new songs and new songs, in the era of no hot search and no media platform, the importance of on-site promotion is unquestionable.

The atmosphere of the scene was very useful, and he was thinking about it in one go, but such an uninteresting old man appeared.

"He is the teacher of Qinghe County, and all the students in the county are under his jurisdiction, and he is also the private school of Master Zhu's son." Kong Xiucai saw that Kong Fang's face was not good, for fear that he would do something impulsively, so he hurriedly reminded him in a whisper.

Maybe for Kong Fang, the title of the teacher can't scare him, but he should always be a little jealous of the identity of the son of the county.

Kong Xiucai really guessed correctly.

Kong Fang has never regarded himself as a so-called student, and he has never thought of gaining fame in the Daxing Dynasty, but thinking that Fang Shiqing is quite jealous of Zhu Dachang, he has to tolerate three points to Old Man Yun.

Immediately, he rubbed his hands together and said respectfully: "Mr. Yun Mingjian, this humble poem is written by Xiaosheng, please correct it." ”

Old man Yun stroked his beard and looked at Kong Fang with his eyes, but he saw that he was young, and he was beautiful and white-skinned, but his face was unfamiliar, and he did not have the temperament of a literati bachelor.

His eyes flashed with confusion.

Qinghe County, and even the students of Baoding Mansion are familiar even if he can't call out his name, and the young man in front of him is not only angry, but also looks like a businessman who is full of copper smell.

"Dare to ask the little brother's name, where does he live?"

The old man is old and refined, although he has a disdain for Kong Xiucai, but he doesn't dare to be too explicit about the unfamiliar Kong Fang, the other party's origin is not yet clear, so it is better to be cautious.

"Under the surname Kong, the name Fang, a person from Qizhou Mansion." Kong Fang didn't think too much about it and answered honestly.

The old man stroked his beard and groaned for a long time, when the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up.

"Hey, I said who Fang Juncai, it turned out to be the son-in-law of the Fang family."

I......

The old man's undisguised disdain made Kong Fang almost rude, but he held back.

In addition to being jealous of Zhu Dachang behind him, he was also afraid that the old coffin scoop would not be able to stand the stimulation, in case he accidentally scolded him to death, not to mention Zhu Dachang, it was estimated that Fang Shiqing would skin him.

He didn't want to ignore the old man anymore, and turned his head and motioned for Kong Xiucai to continue their star-making plan.

Unexpectedly, the old man did not give up, and said: "As the old saying goes, things and like gather, and people are divided into groups." It is reasonable for a door-to-door son-in-law to mess with a guilty person, but it's a pity that this good poem is not on the table, because your origin is not on the table. ”

"As for those obscene words and songs just now, you don't want to sing them on the ground of Qinghe again, the old man is dignified and Qinghe teaches that the sound of Mi Mi will never be allowed to erode the mind of Qinghe Shizi!"

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A chicken leg, Kong Fang was so angry that he almost had a nosebleed.

Just now, the old horseman applauded no less than others, but just because he was a son-in-law, "The Moon Represents My Heart" became a prodigious song, and Du Fu's "Gift of Flowers" was not on the stage!?

Kong Fang really wanted to go up and slap him a few times.

"Skylark, Hugh is unreasonable!" Dou Tong couldn't bear it anymore and scolded loudly.

"My Dou family has fallen to this point because of whom, you must know better than anyone else, whether you fall into the well, or beat people and dogs, if you want to insult me, please don't humiliate this little brother!"

The lark's face was slightly red when he heard this, and his heart was empty.

The magnified teachings were reprimanded in public by a guilty person, and the lark was furious in his heart, but he was not easy to attack, or he did not dare to be angry.

First, literati are all dead to save face, and he is really afraid that he will fall into the reputation of "falling into the well".

The second is that the black hand behind the decline of the Dou family is actually him. Dou Tong relied on his own background and knowledge, and never took his teachings seriously, and he repeatedly offended, and he had long held a grudge.