wear it lord god

Chapter 1095 Changping County Lord 43
The entire Linyi County, and even the surrounding villages are practicing arrows.

Anyway, nothing happened, Xining leaned against the waterside pavilion, waving his fan and watching the people in the house practicing archery.Sometimes they also call on singing and dancing girls to sing and dance to relieve boredom.

"Susu Rabbit, Ding Ding of the scorpion. Jiu Jiu Wu Fu, the Duke of Gancheng.

Susu rabbit 罝, applied to Zhongkui.Jiujiu martial arts, princes love enemies.

Susu rabbit 罝, applied to Zhonglin.Show off the martial arts, the prince's heart..." The singer plucked the strings and sang while playing.

It's very nice, I didn't expect "The Book of Songs" to be sung.

After singing the song, Xi Ning shook his head: "This is "The Rabbit", which praises the bravery of warriors. It is something that all princes are flocking to and thirsty for. It seems too glamorous to use a harp to accompany it."

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

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

"County Lord!" The dead man clasped his fists and saluted, his face still covered with a black cloth.

The weather is still hot now, and in the midsummer of those few days, I wore black clothes, black trousers and a black cloth mask every day, how hot it was!

Xining asked, "Why are you teaching alone?"

The dead man replied: "Shift shift, today is me."

"Alright, it's a waste if all of you come to teach, and it will make you lose your job." Xining nodded, and asked again: "Did you hear them sing "Rabbits" just now?"

The dead man was taken aback, why are the questions getting weirder than the last one?But the county head asked, so let's answer: "I heard it."

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

The dead man replied: "I can only dance with guns and clubs, but I don't know how to write songs." It should be right to say no.

Xining turned his head and thought for a while, then pointed: "You, teach him how to recite. Just teach four sentences first, it won't waste much time. If it doesn't work, just two sentences!"

Seeing the singer staring blankly, Xining stared, "Teach me!"

The singer then asked, "Are you literate?"

The dead man really didn't know what the county chief was doing, but he answered truthfully: "How many do you know?" As a dead man, of course, he must know some Braille, and he needed to be able to read and write for monitoring and delivering news.

"That's easy!" Diva immediately stood up and went around behind a bush.

Then I heard: "Hey, did you copy down my song just now, let me borrow this."

A person behind the bush said in a panic: "That's impossible, I still have use for it. Hey, don't grab it!"

Xining rolled her eyes, how many hidden spies are there around her.

The singer said impatiently: "Then give me one and write down "Rabbit Fu". Otherwise, I have to go back to the house to get it!"

Well, for the sake of 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." After a while, a helpless voice came: "Here, is it alright?"

The singer happily came back with a bamboo slip, and gave it to the dead man: "Here, there are both front and back."

Seeing the dead man holding the bamboo slips in a daze, Xining smiled and ordered: "Use a drum to match it, and you sing according to it."

ah?The dead man was almost petrified.

Xining still smiled: "If you don't sing, I won't give you five taels of silver. Just because you don't want to, the three of them will be angry if the money is gone."

The dead continued to petrify. If they really turned into stones, they would be so shocked that there would be cracks.

The maids gathered around curiously.

"Sing it! If you don't know how to sing, just read it." The singer picked up a small tambourine, clapped her hands, and the drum surface vibrated, making a crisp "dong dong" sound.

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

It was too difficult for him, as a dead soldier, he had to meet the requirements of the supervised, he had to teach archery, and now he had to sing.Which dead man thinks like this?

The person on the side tree was anxious: "You are singing, what are you doing in a daze?"

All right!The dead man's heart was broken, and he sang loudly according to the words.

It doesn't matter what rhyme or rhyme, anyway, read it all over once.

"Papa..." Xining clapped her hands, "Well done!"

He also said to the singer: "Have you heard that, the words must also be distinguished. The words just now are very forceful and rigid, so we need to use drums."

Although it doesn't sound euphemistic and pleasant to sing, it is better because of the words and artistic conception.

The dead man was crying in his heart, he really wanted to die just now, and the singing was naturally tragic!
Xi Ning waved his hand: "Tell you the people in that courtyard, before the competition held after autumn, I plan to let you go on stage to add to the fun, and go to rehearse two songs and dances that appeal to both refined and popular tastes."

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

She turned to the dead man, tsk-tsk and shook her head: "What a good guy, he is versatile. Even if he can't sing, he can sing so well. Why do you do this business?"

The dead man continued to cry secretly, listening to the word "what kind of business" is used, he is serious about raising dead men, and he gets monthly silver.

After thinking for a while, Xining shouted from left to right: "Others, if you are here, come here, there is something to do!"

Why are you calling again?They are dead soldiers, they should hide in the dark like shadows, and after receiving orders at any time, draw their sharp swords out of their sheaths and kill the target.

After thinking about it, I went out anyway.

Xining looked happy, "All four are here, not bad."

The four looked at each other left and right, and saluted the county head helplessly.

"It's good that you are here!" Xining slowly waved the round fan: "Among you, which one is alone, and there is no one at home?"

What is this for?The four people looked at each other from left to right. In fact, what were they looking at? Everyone covered their faces, so what expressions could they see?

One of them cupped his fists: "I am an orphan, and there is no one at home!"

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

Come on, those "relatives" of yours are all nobles, and each one is more dangerous than the other. Among the four people here, which one is not sent by the so-called "relatives" or people related to their relatives.

After Xi Ning sighed, he got to the point: "You should know my maid, Hua'er, and bring the other three people to stay at Miss Wang's house for a few days. Miss Wang's young lady should not be an easy-going lamp. For my people , Maybe it will be the same as last time, throwing some dirty water, or even murdering and planting. You go there and protect them secretly."

The dead man was stunned: "Me?" He was someone else's dead man, not your county lord, did the county lord make a mistake?

"Yeah!" Xining nodded: "Aren't you homeless? If the three of them go, they will worry that their master will be unfavorable to their family, so you don't have to worry about that. If you need news from here after you go , the three of you will make a copy for him and give him a job."

The four dead men were messing around in the hot wind, they are not the dead men of the county lord, did you make a mistake, county lord?

Xining seemed to have thought of something again: "Since you help me with my affairs, I can't treat you badly. How about this, you go and talk to Butler Xiao, and you will receive five taels of silver every month in the future, which can be regarded as a reward for doing things for me."

(End of this chapter)