The entire Linyi County and even the surrounding villages are practicing arrows.

Anyway, it was nothing, so Xining leaned in the water pavilion, shook the fan and watched the people in the mansion practice archery. Sometimes she would call the singers and dancers, sing and dance to relieve her boredom.

"The stern rabbit is a stern, and the stern is a stern. The stern martial man is a stern prince and a stern prince.

The darling of the rabbit is used to the middle Kui. The heroic martial arts man is a wise man, and the princes are very fond of enemies.

The solemn rabbit is used to the middle forest. The hero is a heroic martial artist, the princess and the marquis are in the heart of the lord..." The singer plucked the strings of the piano and sang while playing.

It sounds pretty good, I didn't expect the Book of Songs to be sung.

After the song was sung, Xining shook her head: "This is "Rabbit Hunt", which praises the heroic spirit of the warriors. The emperor is eager to seek it. Using the piano and zither to match it seems too feminine."

To prove this, Xining looked at a dead soldier who was teaching archery not far away: "Call him."

Jing'er, who was kneeling beside her, stood up and went to call the dead soldiers.

"County Lord!" The dead soldier bowed with his fists, but his face was still covered with black cloth.

The weather is still hot now. In those midsummer days, I was like this every day, black clothes, black pants, black cloth masking. How hot it is!

Xining asked: "Why are you the only one teaching?"

The Death Soldier replied: "Training, it's me today."

"Okay, if you come to teach it all, it will be a waste and make you lose your job." Xining nodded and asked again: "Have you heard them sing "Rabbit Shrine" just now?"

The dead soldier was stunned. Why are the questions stranger than the other? But the county magistrate asked, then answer: "I heard it."

"Can you recite this word?" Xining asked again, looking at him curiously.

The Death Soldier replied: "I can only dance guns and sticks, but I can't lyrics and songs." It should be correct to say that I don't know.

Xining turned her head and thought for a while, and pointed her hand: "You have taught him how to memorize it. I will teach four sentences first, which will not waste much time. If you don't work, just two sentences!"

Seeing the singer stand up, Xining stared: "Tell me!"

The singer asked, "Can you read?"

The dead soldiers really don’t know what the county is doing, but answered truthfully: “How many people know.” As a dead soldiers, of course, you need to know a lot of words, monitor, and deliver messages.

"That's simple!" The singer immediately stood up and walked around behind a bush.

I heard: "Hey, I copied my song just now, I'll borrow it for me."

A man panicked behind the bush, saying, "That's not possible, I'm still useful. Alas, don't rob it!"

Xining rolled her eyes. How many secret spies were there around her?

The singer said impatiently: "Then just draw one for me and write down "Rabbit Hunt". Otherwise, I will go back to the house to get it!"

Okay, for convenience, I went directly to the back to find someone who was responsible for recording her words and deeds.

"No hurry, I'll just write it." After a while, a helpless voice came: "Give it, okay?"

The singer happily came back with a bamboo slip and gave it to the dead man: "Give it, both sides are both positive and negative."

Seeing the dead man holding the bamboo slips blankly, Xining smiled and ordered: "Use the drum to match it, and you sing it out."

Ah? The Dead Warrior almost didn't have petrification.

Xining still smiled: "If you don't sing, you won't give me five taels of silver. Just because you refuse, the money will be gone, and the three of them will be angry."

The dead soldier continued to petrify. If it really turned into a stone, it would be shocked by the words and would be cracked.

The maids surrounded them curiously.

"Sing! If you can't sing, just read it as you wish." The singer picked up a small hand drum, slapped his hand, and the drum face vibrated, making a crisp "dongdong" sound.

Xining reminds: "Five taels of silver..."

It's too difficult for him to be a dead soldier to meet the requirements of the supervised, to teach archery, and now to sing. Which dead soldier thinks this is the case?

The tree next to him was anxious: "You are singing, why are you standing there?"

OK! The deceased man made a fuss and sang loudly according to the words.

No matter what kind of rhymes are, I will finish reading it all over anyway.

"Papapapa..." Xining applauded: "Sing well!"

He also said to the singer: "If you hear it, you should also distinguish the lyrics. The lyrics just now were very vigorous and hard, just use drums."

Although it sounds not very melodious and beautiful, it is better because of its lyrics and artistic conception.

The dead soldier burst into tears. He really wanted to die just now, so he sang naturally tragic!

Xining waved her hand: "Tell you who are in the courtyard. Before the competition is held after the autumn, I plan to let you come on stage to rehearse two songs and dances that are appreciated by both the elite and the masses."

"It's the county lord!" The singer retreated to the back.

She turned to the death warrior and shook her head: "What a great guy, he is versatile. Even if he can't chant, he sings so well. Why do you do this business?"

The dead soldier continued to cry secretly, listening to the word "what is the business to do?" He is a serious raising a dead soldier, and he can get the monthly silver every month.

After thinking about it, Xining shouted left and right: "If you have the rest, come here, there is something to do!"

Why did they call again? They are dead soldiers, and they should be hidden in the dark like shadows. After receiving the order at any time, their swords will be unsheathed and the target will be killed.

After thinking about it, I went out anyway.

When Xining saw it, she seemed to be happy: "There are all four, it's not bad."

The four people looked at each other and saluted to the county magistrate helplessly.

"It's good that you're here!" Xining slowly shook the round fan: "Who among you is alone and there is no one in the family?"

What are you doing? The four of you looked at each other from the left and right again. In fact, what were you looking at? Everyone covered their faces and what expressions could you see?

One of them clasped his fists: "There are orphans below, and there is no one in the family!"

"It's really pitiful." Xining sighed slightly: "It seems that I'm much better than you. Although my parents died early and my brothers and sisters withered, there are many relatives."

Come on, your "relatives" are all nobles, one is more dangerous than the other. Which of the four people here is not sent by the so-called "relatives" or people related to their relatives.

After sighing, Xining said the main topic: "You should know my maid Huaer. Take the other three people to stay at Miss Wang's house for a few days. This Miss Wang's little mother should not be a good-looking lamp. For my people, they might throw some dirty water like last time, or even kill and frame them. Just go there and protect them secretly."

The dead soldier was stunned: "I?" He is the dead soldier of others, not your county lord. Did the county lord make a mistake?

"Yeah!" Xining nodded: "Are you no one in your family? If the three of them go, they will worry that their master will be unfavorable to their families, so you don't have to worry about this. If you need news from here after you go, you three will copy one for him and hand him over the job."

The four dead soldiers were messy in the hot wind. They were not the dead soldiers of the county lord. Are you wrong with the county lord?
Chapter completed!