Xiaoman was staring at her and felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, and there was no place in her body to feel comfortable!
"Young Master Zhang's words are written so well," Qiao Ling exclaimed.
"Miss Qiao is polite, I dare not take it." Xiaoman also knew that Xin Qiji's poem was well written, otherwise how could it be passed down on the earth for thousands of years and still be talked about by people?
Especially the sentence [Looking for him for thousands of times, when I look back, the man is in the dim light]. Many people don’t know who wrote the whole poem, but they all say this sentence
This is the highest level of literature
"It's not that you're polite, but that's really good. You'll be unforgettable for a lifetime when you read it!" Qiao Ling's eyes were filled with affection, and Xiaoman's back was sweating profusely.
Seeing Xiaoman silent, Qiao Ling seemed to be willing to show her talent, and actually said with a smile: "The chrysanthemum family banquet will be ready for a while. Why not let Qiao Ling play the piano for Mr. Zhang, how about it?"
The beauty performed, so why did Xiaoman feel embarrassed to refuse? She could only smile politely: "Okay, then Miss Lauqiao will be there."
"Young Master Zhang doesn't need to be polite, call me Qiao Ling." Qiao Ling smiled charmingly, her eyes fluttered, and her feelings were like Cupid's arrows kept shooting towards Xiaoman.
Looking at the arrow of the God of Love that was flying towards him, Xiaoman began to sing the divine song in his heart [Nervous]
She finally understood the artistic conception of this song!
The maid brought the guzheng for Qiao Ling and put it on the small table next to him.
After Qiao Ling sat down, she stretched out her hand and plucked the strings slightly. The simple sonorous sound showed her extraordinary skills.
Xiaoman looked up and saw Qiao Ling's jade hands were very beautiful, slender and delicate, completely made of natural piano playing.
The music like a mountain flowing water pounded on Qiao Ling's fingertips, and the graceful and beautiful singing sang from her mouth: the east wind bloomed thousands of flowers and trees at night, and the stars blew down, and the stars were like rain...
When Xiaoman heard this, he said, "Oh my God? Isn't it the [Qingyu Case • Yuanxi] she stole?
The spirit sound fell in the dim lights, and everyone applauded and applauded.
Qiao Ling turned his eyes to Xiaoman again and said, "The little girl is not talented. After reading Mr. Zhang's poem, she was very excited and composed a song casually. Now it sounds a bit unsatisfactory. I hope Mr. Zhang can explain the artistic conception in the poem.