Houmen's concubine

Chapter 61 The Voice of Heaven
As the saying goes: Many friends, many paths...

What's more, he is still an official!

Thinking of this, Wang Tong'er rearranged her clothes, cleared her throat, held a golden folding fan, and stepped onto the high platform chicly again.

She first arched her hands at the prefect Ning at the tasting table, and thanked loudly: "First of all, I would like to thank the prefect for giving Qin Yu this opportunity. Qin Yu has never left his mother for a day since he was born, and he cares about her in every way. Today I take this opportunity to sing a little song written by myself, missing her old man," said this, she turned her head to Qin Baozhen's direction and said: "Come to repay my mother's kind mother who has worked so hard to raise me up for more than ten years !"

Wang Tong'er didn't care about the blushing and white faces of the old scumbag, and said in her heart: I'm sorry for the author of the original lyrics...
Then he stood on the high platform, straightened his waist, held the fan in front of his chest with one hand, and put the other behind his back, let go of his throat and sang the soul-stirring, unforgettable voice of nature:
The spring breeze raises the farewell between you and me
Summer rain wets the lonely eaves
Autumn leaves, I received your postcard
Winter snow, another year in a blink of an eye

Miss you 360 five days

Suddenly I feel that you haven't gone far
In my arms, there is the temperature of your tight embrace

In my eyes, you smile and cry bitterly
In my heart, there are stories you told
Ho. In my dream, I'm on my way home

In, miss your 360 five days

Read, every word of comfort you write
love, encircle you and me in the same circle
I can feel your warmth
In, miss your 360 five days

The sea, I wish I could see farther
Love, two hearts cut the long line

My joys and sorrows are surrounded by you

In my arms, there is the temperature of your tight embrace

In my eyes, you smile and cry bitterly
In my heart, there are stories you told
Ho. In my dream, I'm on my way home

After Wang Tong'er sang, without a pause, she opened the fan with a "pop".Facing the judges in the tasting booth, he arched his hands, and walked down the high stage calmly.

It's just that at this moment, whether it's the tasting seats on the stage or the hundreds of spectators in the audience.

quiet!
As if being held by Monkey King's cold hair, they were all silent in the beautiful singing, without any reaction or recovery.

There is such a divine comedy in the world, it is really insightful and has a blessing...
Wang Tonger was surprised by everyone's reaction: Shouldn't it be the applause at this moment?

Is this a classic song that has been popular for many years after thousands of years?

Wang Tong'er was wondering, suddenly, whoa!clatter...

Living up to her expectations, applause and applause sounded like the beating of drums!

People with shallow tears, unknowingly, burst into tears and choked up.

The audience who were not optimistic about Wang Tong'er at first, and those who talked about her, now feel jealous: they can rely on their looks for a living, but they rely on their talents.

Angry...!

Mr. Xu, the magistrate, is full of passion, and he heard the legends - believable!
Regardless of the prestige of his magistrate, he turned into a fan in seconds, walked down from the high platform, and came in front of Wang Tong'er. He was so excited that he seemed to be much shorter and childish.

cough!
In fact, Xu Zhifu's stature is not very high, maybe more than 1.6 meters.

"Young Master Qin, brother Qin, the ditty you sang is really a divine comedy!" Zhifu Xu spoke incoherently, reaching out to hold Wang Tong'er's little hand with inexplicable excitement.

Gee!

The magistrate actually came to call Wang Tong'er brother and brother.

Emperor Mingzheng Xiao Yisheng looked at Xu Wen with deep eyes.

Others play with things and lose their ambitions, Xu Wen is a fan of songs and hurts morals!

It is no wonder that private salt is rampant and the price is so high that ordinary people cannot afford salt.

The emperor made a strategy before coming to Qinzhou, and searched for the people and things in Qinzhou in general.

Therefore, I know that the prefect Xu is a fan of operas, and he usually likes to listen to famous actors singing ditty tunes.

Alas?
The moment Wang Tong'er's little hand was pulled by Zhifu Xu, there seemed to be a knife-like look killing her, which made Mo Ming's little heart tremble!

Although Xie Yuheng wondered if this person was his Tong'er?
However, the salty pig hands who don't like others in their hearts touched the body of Wang Tong'er!

He tried his best to hold back, and he didn't step forward to break off the unsightly pig's paw of Xu Zhifu, which is already considered his patience...

Emperor Mingzheng did not expect that this private visit to Qinzhou, an emperor who had seen everything, would give him insight!

What a surprise every year, not as many as today!

Unexpectedly, this Qinzhou not only has a beautiful life, but also has a unique tea making technique.

What fascinated him the most was that there was such a beautiful and lingering singing voice in the world, which made him, a ninety-five-year-old who was tired of listening to the palace's music and singing, be intoxicated by it, unable to extricate himself!
It can be seen how shocking Wang Tonger's song is!
Well, if I have a chance, I will ask this Qin Yu to sing it for me again, no, I can sing it for the rest of my life!

It's just a pity that I'm not a fool!

I can't do the absurd things that only a faint king can do.

While others were intoxicated by Wang Tonger's incredible singing, there was only one person at the scene blushing, sitting there stupidly, lost in self-blame and memories...

Of course this person is Qin Yu's father, Qin Baozhen!
It seems that Yuxue's cute little Xiao'e appeared in front of her when she was a child, followed her brother to the private school, and called herself "Brother Zhen."

Xiao'e, who was beautiful and charming when she was a girl, still followed behind her brother, and when she saw herself, she still called out sweetly: "Brother Zhen."

My fart-eating brother Zhen took the body of a little girl and left her in his hometown without paying attention...
As the son's song sang, in the spring, summer, autumn and winter of the year, how hard it is for her to take care of her son alone in the spring, summer, autumn and winter of the past ten years!

Businessmen and high-ranking people either never hide, or have long been accustomed to hiding their emotions and feelings.

Unexpectedly, Qin Baozhen, who has always put profit first and never showed his emotions, was defeated by his son's ditty.

"Xiao'e!"

Qin Baozhen yelled, "Papa!" He stretched out his hand and slapped himself hard on both ears!
Then, he slumped on the chair and passed out...
Gee!

Boss Qin was so happy that his son gave him a surprise!

Hi!
If my master had such an outstanding son, he would be dizzy every day!
Wang Tonger: "Call 120, no, come quickly, doctor!"

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In this year's tea fighting competition, Qin Yu, the young master of the Qin family, won No.1 in one fell swoop. In addition, her uniqueness and refreshing voice of nature made her once again make the headlines in Qinzhou!

The kind that dominates the screen...

Therefore, Qin Yu instantly took over all the headlines in Qinzhou this year.

In the streets and alleys, the man of the hour that everyone talks about after dinner!

Xie Yuheng went to Yannian Xiaozhu and slept on the bed, still thinking in his mind: Is Qin Yu Wang Tong'er?

Like an exiled immortal, cold and desperate, Xie Yuheng, who is strict and polite, has broken his merits...

For the first time tonight, I couldn't sleep because of a woman.

　Wang Tong'er: My young master took great pains to sing a soul-stirring song, and the applause rang out!

　　Audience: Don't be busy, don't be busy, let me react...
　　The magistrate actually came to call Wang Tong'er brother and brother.

　　Emperor Mingzheng Xiao Yisheng looked at Xu Wen with deep eyes.

　　Others play with things and lose their ambitions, Xu Wen is a fan of songs and hurts morals!

　　It is no wonder that private salt is rampant and the price is so high that ordinary people cannot afford salt.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)