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Chapter 881

Ye Xinyan was very surprised to hear Jiang Yifan's categorical refusal. She looked sideways at Jiang Yifan and asked, "Why not? I think this is a good idea. Not to mention whether the lyrics and music are good, at least they are very novel." ah."

This stinky girl, she just doesn't understand anything, or does she never value the relationship between the two of them?
Jiang Yifan squeezed her shoulder hard, and hissed Ye Xinyan. He said unwillingly, "It belongs to me and Ayan, and it cannot be shown to others!"

"Ah?" Ye Xinyan was stunned, what and what?What belongs to both of them?
Then she remembered the afternoon when she went crazy in Qinghe Village.Thinking about it again, it feels like a world away.

At that time, she was stimulated by Zhou Biyao's boldness and wanted to marry Wang Qiao wholeheartedly.As a result of being rejected, he sang madly and sang the whole afternoon regardless.

In fact, thinking about it carefully, it may not be that she is so tempted by Wang Qiao, but that Wang Qiao is like a proper economical man, the kind of brother next door, very reassuring and secure.

Fortunately, Wang Qiao didn't like her.If not, she is probably fighting wits and courage with Mrs. Zhao now, and the fight is inextricable.Is there a dilemma for poor Wang Qiao in the middle?
Thinking of this, Ye Xinyan felt a little guilty, and stole a glance at Jiang Yifan, who was looking at Jiang Yifan with a smile that was not a smile.

She put on a smile in embarrassment and said, "Well, what, I didn't mean those that are not suitable for singing to the women here. I'm talking about finding some other songs that are suitable for them."

"Remember another song..." Jiang Yifan's complexion softened a little, and he became a little more curious, "A song suitable for women here, what is that? Is it different from the ones you have tasted before?"

Ye Xinyan searched in memory, logically speaking, Jay Chou has several songs, which can be hit in this era.

Thinking of this, she sneaked a peek at Jiang Yifan again, but this guy didn't want to.

Mentioning this made her feel a little ashamed.Listening to what Jiang Yifan meant, the scene of her howling and singing outside Qinghe Village, regardless of her image, was very important to Jiang Yifan, very impressive, and very commemorative.

But she really didn't feel that way, she just wanted to express the depression accumulated in her heart that day, and it also involved the embarrassment of being rejected by Wang Qiao in her confession.Therefore, she really couldn't resonate with Jiang Yifan's fond memories.

"Otherwise, you know the poem that is difficult to meet, and it is very beautiful to sing." Ordinarily, Li Yu's songs composed of words and music are very beautiful, but it is really not good to sing the poems of the subjugated king to the prince. OK.

"The song Untitled by Li Shangyin?" Jiang Yifan leaned towards her for a while, and said, "Did you write down the score? Or are you going to teach someone to sing it yourself?" In his feeling, Ye Xinyan should not have a rhythm.He only heard her sing that time, although all the tunes were beautiful and the rhythm was clear, but for so long, Ye Xinyan has never been involved in books and entertainment, but never about musical instruments and music scores.

"This," Ye Xinyan was a little embarrassed when mentioning this.Ladies and gentlemen in this era pay attention to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Even if only a small number of talents are proficient in it, there are quite a few women who are proficient in rhythm, can barely pull the strings, and play a few tunes.

"...Well, it is of course impossible to teach people to sing," that would reveal the truth, "I don't know how to write music."

Said so bluntly, Jiang Yifan let out a "poof" laugh, and the sour feeling in his heart disappeared in an instant.

What does this guy mean, making fun of her?
Ye Xinyan stared at him resentfully, and said, "What's wrong? What's so funny? Everyone in the capital knows that Miss Ye's family is incompetent. How can I do such a complicated thing as playing the piano and learning music scores?" ?”

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. What was she doing this for?Don't you want to help these thieves of the country think the same way?
"Can you memorize scores? If you can't, forget it, and just pretend I didn't say anything. You can make up your own mind." Ye Xinyan pushed Jiang Yifan away angrily, and said.

"Yes, yes, of course." Jiang Yifan straightened up quickly, and said repeatedly, "Your husband and I are a great talent. Although I am not proficient in rhythm, it is still possible to record simple songs. Come on, let's do it now To start, I'll get a pen and paper."

Ye Xinyan glared at him angrily, "Let's go as a concubine, how can such a thing work for you, sir."

Jiang Yifan smiled and watched Ye Xinyan look for a pen and ink, opened the window of the kang, looked outside, it was after lunch, and there was no one in the courtyard.His house is really small, and when Ayan comes back later, she has to sing in a low voice so as not to be heard by those maids and women.

Ye Xinyan brought a pen and paper, and said to him: "I have asked Song Ping's family and Jiu Yue to go back to the wing to rest. Let's keep our voices low, no one should hear."

Jiang Yifan spread the paper on the kang table, and Ye Xinyan sat beside him, their heads touching each other.

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet..."

Ye Xinyan sang very low and tactfully, and after she sang a few lines, seeing that Jiang Yifan was still holding the pen, she was surprised and said, "Why don't you memorize it?"

Jiang Yifan was stunned. He could say that the tone was sad and long, and the artistic conception was beautiful, so he was stunned?

"Well, I wasn't ready just now, let's start now."

Ye Xinyan sang it twice, Jiang Yifan memorized the score and filled in the lyrics, and was speechless for a while.

Songs and dances in this era are mostly used to please men, Ye Xinyan really has never been in touch with these things, seeing Jiang Yifan keeping silent, she has no idea.

She asked, "How about it, isn't it okay?"

Jiang Yifan just blew up the few pieces of paper on which the melody was composed, looked at Ye Xinyan with eyes full of admiration, and sighed, "Why can't it work? There are a lot of melodies for famous poems and nouns, but they can express the words in the poems." There are very few people who express pain and regret so well.

For a woman to sing such a song to the prince, it is not only a sensual enjoyment, but also a deep love for the prince... Ahem, in short, it must be able to impress the prince. "

He is now fully sure of Ye Xinyan's plan, even more sure than using beauty to impress the prince before.He could almost imagine how a beautiful and sad woman would enjoy and be proud of showing her deep love for the prince in front of the prince.

However, he paused, looked at Ye Xinyan again, "It's just this song, isn't it a little bit missing?"

It is really difficult to please the prince for a long time with a song, and this song is quite short.

Ye Xinyan thought of the song called Kite Mistake, that song had a beautiful tune, and it showed the ancient artistic conception.It's easy to say and should dance well too.

She remembers the tune very clearly, but she has been here for so long, and she doesn't know if she can remember all the lyrics.

To Ye Xinyan's surprise, she actually sang the whole song along with the natural flow of memory.

When Jiang Yifan heard this, he was almost overwhelmed.After completing the record of lyrics and music, I hugged Ye Xinyan very excitedly, and then left the dazed Ye Xinyan unjustly, put on the shoes and coat in a hurry, and said to find Mr. Hu, and just left like that up.

　Originally, I planned to use a few ancient poems and songs for this plot. I made an appointment with an author of Yunqi the day before yesterday. After writing the words, I chatted a few words and heard her talk about the song that the kite missed.After listening to it, it is more suitable to be used here than the few songs I thought before.

　　Thank you, Mu Qingyin, the author of Yunqi.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)