Zhuo Ye was secretly worried. Is there a lack of musicians in the Tianshuo Palace? A young singer? Or maybe the Emperor thought her life was too comfortable? Or maybe he was too full and too busy.
boring!
Although Zhuo Ye was dissatisfied in his heart, he did not dare to show it on his face. He asked respectfully: "What music does the emperor want to hear?" After the words came out of his mouth, Zhuo Ye regretted it. Damn it! There must have been a short circuit in her head just now.
Asking such a painful question! Uh, wrong, she doesn’t have anything like that... She still has a stomachache...
Ask Feng Linrui to request a song? Can she sing it if he requests it?! Zhuo Ye wants to scratch the wall again...
Feng Linrui raised her eyebrows and glanced at Zhuo Ye. To her surprise, he did not use this question to embarrass her, but said calmly: "Sing what you are good at." After a pause, he added: "
You have to listen to music that makes you feel good.”
In a good mood? Zhuo Ye blinked. Could it be that a certain emperor was in a bad mood now? This question flashed through Zhuo Ye's mind, but he didn't think deeply about it. Whether he was in a good mood or not had nothing to do with her...
I have listened to a lot of songs that can make people feel happy, but most of them have modern rhythms, which are not suitable for people in this time and space. Zhuo Ye has not forgotten that the song "Poor and Happy" last time
No matter what the situation with Ge Lei, it would be better for her not to irritate His Majesty...
Zhuo Ye thought about it and decided to choose a song with more ancient charm, but what to sing? Songs involving love are not suitable...
"Why, haven't you decided yet?" Feng Linrui asked impatiently.
Zhuo Ye raised his head and looked at Feng Linrui's slightly frowned brows. Suddenly something moved in his heart. He immediately thought of a song and said hurriedly: "If you want to return to the emperor, the daughter of the people has thought about it."
"Then let's get started." Feng Linrui took a sip of tea and then made a gesture of listening.
Zhuo Ye cleared his throat, opened his lips and sang:
"Spring comes early, clear dreams are disturbing, and we gather together on the balcony to chant the present day, so why not live in Qingshanao..."
The clear and ethereal singing sounded. Feng Linrui and Qiaoling, who had heard Zhuo Ye sing before, looked normal on their faces. However, the palace maids and eunuchs in the room who had heard Zhuo Ye sing for the first time had expressions of surprise on their faces.
But soon, it was replaced by an intoxicated expression...
"The moon is like my waist, my fingers are dancing on the piano, I sing wildly when I'm drunk and laugh when I wake up, don't let down your youth..."
Don’t live up to your youth. Feng Linrui’s movement of picking the tea petals suddenly stopped.
"A priceless beauty looks back at Jin Bu Yao, the cinnabar between her eyebrows is dotted with crimson wormwood, the sound of pulp and lamp shadows linger everywhere, the green apricots are still young, and I am ashamed to hear the beauty of sea tang flowers in the depths of the night..."
"I feel annoyed when I am empty, the sunset is beautiful, the past is drifting in the wind, I know the taste of happiness calmly..."
"Frost on the temples is unpredictable. You remember yesterday and tonight, but you don't know that time makes you grow old..."
When Feng Linrui heard this, he put the tea cup in his hand on the table. A dazed expression flashed across his face. Time hastened the youngest? Maybe, he has only been on the throne for a few years, and he sometimes feels very tired.
, physically, and mentally...
Shaking his head, what is he thinking about? After the New Year, he is only thirty years old, and the word "old" is not related to it...
"I'm leaning on a stick in Nanshan to tap the door of firewood. I meet an old friend with a new white hair and a yellow mouth. I drink three or two cups of Dongli. Why don't I be frivolous and ask Yue Chang'e if she likes the wine..."
"Whether you win or lose, it's been unpredictable since ancient times. It's not as good as Buyi Qingshan'ao..."
"Whether you are happy or sad, you will sing wildly when you are drunk and laugh when you wake up. You will live up to your youth and be young..."
"Whether you are sad or drunk, forget all about this big dream..."
"Whether it's white or black, they are all destined to spend the night together..."
"After thinking about it, even if the spring night is boring, I am afraid that loneliness will be intoxicating..."
Zhuo Ye stopped singing and looked at Feng Linrui in confusion.
The other people in the room also came back to their senses because of Feng Linrui's sudden interruption, but there was a little regret on their faces. It's a pity that they haven't heard enough. Miss Zhuo sang so well.
Okay, why did the emperor suddenly stop?
Feng Linrui stood up, walked to Zhuo Ye, pursed her thin lips, and looked at her intently. In his eyes, there was a touch of inquiry, a touch of doubt, and a touch of something Zhuo Ye couldn't understand...
Zhuo Ye was stunned by Feng Linrui's gaze, so he forced himself to speak: "Don't you like this song, your Majesty? How about a different song for a common girl?"
Could it be that which lyrics stimulated Feng Linrui? Zhuo Ye secretly guessed.
"No need, this song is very good." Feng Linrui said, looked away, and walked towards the door. When he reached the door, he stopped again, turned his back to Zhuo Ye, and asked: "This song
What’s the name of the tune?”
"Back to the Emperor, this song is called "Golden Thread Clothes"."
Feng Linrui nodded: "You can rest." After that, he stepped out of the room.
"Your Majesty."
On the morning of the Lantern Festival, after Zhuo Ye had eaten, he sat in his room and lit lanterns with Qiao Ling, several palace maids, and eunuchs.
Because of the holiday, Feng Linrui granted Zhuo Ye a day off, so she didn't have to attend etiquette class today.
"I never knew that pigs could be drawn like this. It's so interesting." A little eunuch held a lantern with a cartoon pig on it and couldn't put it down.
Another little palace maid, holding a mouse lantern, also smiled and said: "If mice were so cute, my slaves would no longer be afraid of mice!"
"Our girl has a lot of weird things in her mind." Qiao Ling also smiled.
Zhuo Ye felt funny in his heart. This girl didn't know whether she was praising her or hurting her.
"Hang these lanterns up tonight and take them down tomorrow. You can play with them if you like." Zhuo Ye said to everyone.
"Thank you, miss." Several eunuchs and maids thanked her in unison.
"Girl, slave..." A palace maid looked at Zhuo Ye and hesitated to speak.
"What's wrong? If you have something to say, just say it." Zhuo Ye asked.
"Slave... I want to ask you for some interesting tricks like this..."
After getting along with each other for the past few days, the people who were serving in Tingfangzhai all knew that Zhuo Ye was a gentle man and easy to talk to, so everyone became more courageous.
"Okay, no problem. When I have free time, I can draw a few more pictures for you."
"Really? That's great!" The little palace maid said in surprise: "Thank you, miss."
"It's just a small thing, no need to thank you." Zhuo Ye said with a slight smile, then lowered his head and carefully burned the "baozi" lantern in his hand.
"Girl, this lantern in your hand is so special. It looks so appetizing." Qiao Ling stared at the "big fat bun" in Zhuo Ye's hand and praised it.
Zhuo Ye pursed his lips and smiled: "This is for the young prince."
After Zhuo Ye finished speaking, he heard the eunuch's announcement coming from outside the door: "The Emperor has arrived! Prince Rui, Prince Jin, and the young prince of Prince Rui have arrived!"