The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 138 Tang Sufan's Change
Time flies leisurely, and in the blink of an eye it will be a few days later.

East of Suzaku's gate.

At this time, there was a lot of people, no matter merchants, merchants, husbands and pawns, no matter if they were famous or ordinary people, many gathered here.

For a while, there was a turmoil of people, and it was very lively.

"Brother Zheng, the Zheng family really deserves to be a great clan, such kindness is a blessing to the common people!"

In the crowd, among a group of talented people in gray shirts, one person said this.

The person who was called Brother Zheng immediately straightened his chest, looking at the new list of today hung on the stone tablet, his expression quickly changed into a humble one.

"Hey, the lord's family helps the weak and helps the poor. We, the other tribes, are also honored. I just hope that the people in this world can live a little better. A little contribution is worthless!"

In the end, the waist was straightened to the straightest arc, and the head was raised a little.

As if the person who donated the food was himself.

But this does not affect the admiration cast by the people around.

Immediately, there was a sound of admiration from around...

It made this person even more proud.

Among the crowd, he stood proudly like a rooster with his head held high.

Nothing else, just because he bears the surname Zheng——

It will be able to make him accept these flattery frankly.

Based on the food prices in Chang'an City in the past few days, no matter what is right or wrong, the food donations of these aristocratic families are still remarkable on the surface.

The folks also have some good things to say about these aristocratic families...

Careful people also discovered that in the past few days in Chang'an City, there are many faces of foreigners.

Walk the streets and alleys from time to time, wandering east and west.

Within two days, some careful people at the city gate discovered that many merchants drove their horses and chariots into Chang'an——

The situation in Chang'an City is treacherous and changeable, as if there is a big hand playing in the dark.

As for Jinghe Village, in Tang Sufan's yard...

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"Azure is waiting for Misty Rain, and I'm waiting for you~"

"Cooking smoke curls up, thousands of miles across the river~"

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"Azure is waiting for Misty Rain, and I'm waiting for you~"

"The moonlight was salvaged, and the ending fainted~"

"Like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, it is beautiful by itself..."

"You are beautiful alone..."

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"The plantain outside the curtain provokes the rain and the door knocker causes the patina~"

"And I provoked you by passing by that small town in the south of the Yangtze River..."

"In splash-ink landscape painting..."

"You were hidden from the depths of ink..."

In the courtyard, Tang Sufan slowly sang "Blue and White Porcelain"——

With gentle eyes, Tang Sufan sang songs and played the guitar in his arms.

Pianpian young man, jade tree facing the wind, is nothing more than that...

The little girl Tao Ying'er on the side sat quietly, holding her small face in her small hands, and staring at her son with starry eyes.

She listened to the song quietly, closing her eyes intoxicated from time to time.

In her eyes, her son is probably the most perfect person in the world.

She can hear such a beautiful piece of music, and the young master plays it himself. It is probably the happiest thing in the world...

And outside the door, the delicate and dignified Su Meiyu just came back from the workshop with a ledger in her hand.

As soon as they walked to the door, they saw Tang Sufan playing some tunes that they had never heard before, and sometimes they couldn't understand.

However, the tune played by Tang Sufan has a special charm, as if it is not like this mortal tune.

But maybe it sounds different...

For a while, Su Meiyu didn't bother, and stood in the distance of the yard, listening quietly.

Listening, listening, she couldn't help thinking curiously...

What kind of experience did Qiaoer's younger brother have?

It is this talent and cognition that are far different from those of ordinary people...

Since that day.

She has moved nearby for several days, and she only got to know Tang Sufan better and better.

Only then did he realize how special this young man is compared to the ordinary people he has met...

That different talent is out of the secular world, that different cognition, as if there is nothing in the world that he doesn't know, and there is nothing he doesn't understand.

That different way of talking and demeanor sometimes makes her feel that Xiao Lang is like a talented wise man...

Sometimes I feel like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes, and sometimes...

I also feel that he is simply like a childish child...

With thousands of opinions, Su Meiyu, who can see through all kinds of people's hearts, has never been so unpredictable about a person...

On Tang Sufan's side, they will finish singing after a while.

It was originally a well-known song for later generations, plus Tang Sufan's really outstanding voice.

A song "Blue and White Porcelain" by Zhou Zong of later generations was sung to perfection by him...

Even though Su Meiyu has studied vocal music for so many years, she has never heard such a unique, gentle and long piece of music.

That strange musical instrument that has never been heard or seen.

As if in his hands, various tones can come out with a flick of the fingertips.

That different tune is completely different from the common tunes in the world, but it is more simple and direct.

As for today's song...

In terms of artistic conception, it is like a misty and hazy Jiangnan ink landscape, with Yiren's white clothes and skirts flying among the sprouting water and clouds.

On the lyrics, it is a plain heart note written by the window with a beautiful pen. The twists and turns of the pen are just because the heart is like a double silk screen, with thousands of knots in it.

In terms of the tune, it is like a mountain spring stream quietly flowing on a stone in the breeze, clear and bright, and winding and looping, there are endless meanings...

Really another good song...

Only then did Su Meiyu come back to her senses, the music just now was still echoing in her heart...

After Tang Sufan sang, Tao Yinger clapped her hands vigorously, her little hands were so reddish that she still refused to stop.

During this time, Tang Sufan's biggest fan was this little girl.

Tang Sufan slowly got off the guitar and stood up, proudly said: "How about Yinger? Does it sound good?"

Tang Sufan put his hands behind his back and straightened his waist. The injury on his head had disappeared, and nothing remained of his upper abdomen.

As for why, please listen to the decomposition later~
Tao Yinger's eyes were shining brightly, like a true fan of later generations, she said quickly.

"It's nice to hear, it's so nice - even better than yesterday's Compendium of Materia Medica!"

Tang Sufan's face froze, he laughed dryly, and turned his head a little embarrassed.

It seems that many people still can’t appreciate rap songs~
I thought of how I was holding the guitar yesterday, jumping up and down singing the Compendium of Materia Medica.

I can't help but blush...

Yesterday seemed to be a little too high...

But today this song was chosen by him specially, he was the main player at the university orientation party that year.

The song "Blue and White Porcelain" directly made all the elementary school girls scream~
Now it seems that it doesn’t lose the aesthetics of people of this age~
Since the first show of this guitar in Chunxin Pavilion last time, Tang Sufan has to play it with his arms every day when he comes back.

All kinds of songs that I have learned in my mind, as long as I can think of them, I can't help itching.

After all, this is the only thing he can directly recall the past...

Tang Sufan turned his head and caught a glimpse of Su Meiyu who just came back.

Immediately greeted: "Sister Meiyu is back?"

Su Meiyu smiled softly and nodded, like a big sister who is intimate.

He said softly: "The workers in the workshop and the extended house have been arranged. I have recorded the accounts in detail for the things I bought, and I will ask the owner to review..."

Su Meiyu is still a little surprised these few days, why Qiaoer's younger brother seems to have grown taller all of a sudden.

There is less fragility, and there is a faint sense of strength.

And there is a little more spirit and energy in the eyes, and a little more restrained.

I don't know if it's an illusion...

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