Dong Yan blushed and coughed: "Please pick a question!"

Lu Yuanhang stepped forward with a smile, reached into the box, took out a random card and handed it to Dong Yan.

Dong Yan showed the result card with a hint of schadenfreude on his face: "The title is: Peking Opera!"

Ouch!!

The whole audience was happy.

Who came up with this topic??!

Song competition, the title is Peking Opera??!

Looking at Lu Yuanhang's slightly dazed face, the whole audience was happy.

Lu Yuanhang was in pain.

What the hell is this question from some weird bitch?

Peking Opera in this world is developing very well and is not as depressed as in the previous life. Peking Opera masters are very famous and have many opportunities to perform on stage. In this world, many traditional arts and cultures have not been lost much. Crosstalk is purely an exception.

Had it not been for the exceptional author, it would not have been possible for Muggles to meet here.

hey-hey.

Closer to home, when Lu Yuanhang showed a pained expression, the entire audience laughed like crazy.

They all thought it was despair.

"How about it? If it doesn't work, forget it." Dong Yan was still teasing from the side.

"Huh?!" Lu Yuanhang glared at Dong Yan.

Dong Yan was puzzled.

"A man must never be told no by his own woman!" Lu Yuanhang looked serious and his tone was rising.

"Hahaha, okay! My peach is mighty!"

"What a wonderful thing to say!"

"Hahahaha, I was completely led astray by Brother Tao."

"…………"

At this time, it was Dong Yan who should have shouted louder than Lu Yuanhang, but she lowered her head and blushed.

"Then you sing! Let me see what you sing." After blushing, Dong Yan came back to his senses, pinched his waist and looked at Lu Yuanhang. Although his eyes were wide-open, his face was very red.

Obviously the shame still lingers.

Lu Yuanhang looked at Dong Yan and raised his eyebrows, "Is there a piano?"

"No! Other actors bring their own musical instruments." Dong Yan turned his head in anger.

"Then I can't sing." Lu Yuanhang spread his hands and smiled.

"You!" Dong Yan glared immediately.

"Hey~~" The audience swallowed up all the dog food they were watching.

The audience who couldn't bear it booed in good faith.

Even the judges looked at it with smiles on their faces.

Director Yang Li was so happy that she went crazy. She felt that after this episode was aired on TV, the ratings would definitely explode. She even thought of the title of the program, which was called, Brother Tao Acts like a Baby to His Girlfriend on Stage!

Absolutely awesome!

"The piano will be brought up immediately." Director Yang Li now loves Lu Yuanhang and regards him as the son-in-law of her own TV station.

"Received." The staff immediately arranged manpower.

"If you don't have a piano, do you have a guzheng?" Lu Yuanhang retreated appropriately at this time. After all, she was his wife and he couldn't be too aggressive.

"Hmm." Dong Yan, who was blushing again due to the heckling of the audience, did not dare to ignore the occasion and lowered his head to look at the floor.

"Stop carrying the piano and switch to the guzheng!" When Yang Li heard this, not only was she not impatient, but her eyes lit up.

"Brother Tao can do everything!" Yang Li felt that the ratings of her show would definitely skyrocket.

The staff of this Beijing TV station are also very efficient. In less than five minutes, the staff set up a guzheng on the stage.

Lu Yuanhang also sat in front of the guzheng.

The posture of playing the piano is very professional.

In the memory of my predecessor, I had already mastered this guzheng in less than two months.

"Ding~" The sound of the guzheng is very pure.

This is still a good piano, it feels very high-end.

Lu Yuanhang looked at the guqin with a smile, and then said to Li Mai in front of him: "The song I want to sing is called "Face Pu"."

"???Why am I so confused?"

"Never heard of it!"

“There are actually Peking Opera songs?”

"Don't you know that Peking Opera and the music scene have always been at odds with each other?"

"6! Anyway, when Brother Tao finishes singing, I must ask him whose song it is, haha."

"…………"

After Lu Yuanhang finished speaking, he began to play the piano.

Classical music is very suitable for Chinese ears, and it can be said that it has been perfectly integrated.

The tinkling sound of the piano made everyone present look happy.

The intro is quick.

Along with the sound of the piano, Lu Yuanhang's voice sounded throughout the audience.

"Foreigners call Beijing opera Shangjing opera."

The rhythm is very cheerful, and Lu Yuanhang's voice also has a hint of childishness.

“I’ve never seen those five-color oil paints, so I was so confused when I painted my face~~”

"The first appearance of the Four Strikes is so beautiful and wonderful~"

“It’s absolutely ok.”

When Lu Yuanhang sang, his face was full of smiles and he smiled very confidently.

The audience was also brought into the Peking Opera through the eyes of foreigners.

Peking Opera in this world was favored by many upper classes during that cultural storm, and was not much squeezed. Instead, it developed into Northern Europe with the help of the Ming Dynasty, which was the largest national power at that time. Therefore, when it comes to Peking Opera, Chinese people

There is always pride in his eyes.

"Blue-faced Doulun, stealing the royal horse~"

"The red-faced Guan Gong fights in Changsha!"

"The white-faced Cao Cao, the yellow-faced Dian Wei~"

"The black-faced Zhang Fei is called Chacha~~Wow~~~~"

The long sound of ah is a very common drawl in Peking Opera, and it is particularly powerful.

As soon as this sound came out, the audience burst into applause and cheers.

"I'm awesome!"

"Oh! I've never heard of such a beautiful song!"

"If you don't say that I'm a cross talk artist, you're well-informed!"

"Thank you to the program team. Without the program team, I probably would never have heard such a great song in my life!"

"…………"

Lu Yuanhang's singing continued, becoming more and more impressive as he sang.

"…………"

Two minutes later, Lu Yuanhang's singing ended.

The entire audience stood up and applauded.

Lu Yuanhang stood up with a smile, said nothing, and silently enjoyed the satisfaction brought by the applause.

"Did you write it?" Dong Yan looked at Lu Yuanhang blankly. He had always known that Lu Yuanhang could write songs.

Dong Yan's voice also reached the ears of everyone present, and they were all stunned.

"That's right." Anyway, he had done this many times. Lu Yuanhang didn't feel ashamed at all, and nodded naturally.

"Ouch!" The whole audience instantly erupted in disbelief.
To be continued...