The prince is too bad, the princess is too strange

Zhuo Ye was secretly annoyed, is there a shortage of musicians in Tianshuo Palace?Young singer?Or, His Majesty the Emperor thought that her life was too comfortable?It may also be that he was full and was supporting himself, and was too bored!

Although Zhuo Ye was dissatisfied in his heart, he didn't dare to show it on his face, and asked obediently: "What song does the emperor want to hear?" After the words came out, Zhuo Ye regretted it, damn it!She must have short-circuited her head just now to ask such a painful question!Uh, I was wrong, she didn't have that or anything... Maybe she still has a stomachache...

Ask Feng Linrui to order a song?Can she sing when he ordered it? !Zhuo Ye wanted to scratch the wall again...

Feng Linrui raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zhuo Ye. To her surprise, he didn't make things difficult for her with this question, but said lightly, "Sing what you are good at." After a pause, he added: " You have to listen to music that can make you feel good.”

In a good mood?Zhuo Ye blinked, could it be that a certain emperor is in a bad mood now?This question flashed through Zhuo Ye's mind, but he didn't think deeply about it. Whether he is in a good mood has nothing to do with her...

I have listened to a lot of songs that can make people feel happy, but most of the rhythms are modern and not suitable for people in this time and space. Zhuo Ye has not forgotten that the last song "Poor and Happy" was coming What kind of song Lei is, she'd better not provoke His Majesty...

After much deliberation, Zhuo Ye decided to choose a song with a more ancient charm, but what would she sing?Those songs about love are not suitable for...

"Why, haven't you figured it out yet?" Feng Linrui asked impatiently.

Zhuo Ye raised his head, looked at Feng Linrui's slightly frowning brows, and suddenly thought of a song in his heart, and hurriedly said: "If you go back to the emperor, the girl will think it over."

"Then let's start." Feng Linrui took a sip of tea, and then made a gesture of listening attentively.

Zhuo Ye cleared his throat, opened his lips and sang:

"Spring comes early, dreams are disturbed, and small gatherings on the rooftops recite the present, so why not the commoner Qingshan Col..."

The clear and ethereal singing sounded, and Feng Linrui and Qiao Ling, who had heard Zhuo Ye's singing before, had normal expressions on their faces, but the court ladies and eunuchs who had heard Zhuo Ye's singing for the first time in the room showed surprise on their faces. But soon, it was replaced by a fascinated expression...

"The moon is like the waist, the zither dances, sings wildly when drunk, laughs when awake, don't live up to the youth..."

Mo live up to youth is young?Feng Linrui's movement of pulling the tea petals suddenly stopped.

"I don't want to change a thousand gold. I look back at Jin Buyao, the cinnabar between the eyebrows is dotted with crimson wormwood, the sound of pulp and the shadow of the lamp linger everywhere, the green apricot is still young, and I am ashamed to hear the tenderness of the begonia flower late at night..."

"Empty is self-sufficient, the sunset is good, the past and the past are blowing with the wind, and the taste of happiness is indifferent..."

"Frost's temples are unpredictable, especially remembering yesterday and remembering tonight, but I don't know how time makes people old..."

Hearing this, Feng Linrui put the teacup in his hand on the table, a dazed expression flashed across his face, time makes people grow old?Maybe, he has only been on the throne for a few years, and he sometimes feels very tired, both physically and mentally...

Shaking his head, what is he thinking nonsense, after the new year, he is only 30 years old, and the word "old" has nothing to do with it...

"Standing on the Nanshan Mountain to lightly knock on the firewood door, new white hair and yellow mouth, old acquaintance, drink three or two cups at Dongli, why not be frivolous, how about asking Yue Chang'e for wine..."

"Whether it's winning or losing, it's been unpredictable since ancient times. It's not as good as Buyi Qingshanao..."

"Whether you are happy or sad, sing wildly when you are drunk and laugh when you are awake, live up to your youth when you are young..."

"It doesn't matter if you're sad or drunk, forget all about the big dream..."

"Whether it's white or black, it's all destined to get together at the Spring Festival..."

"After thinking about it, even if the spring night is boring, I'm afraid I will be lonely and intoxicated..."

"Okay, let's finish singing here." Feng Linrui suddenly called out, interrupting Zhuo Ye.

Zhuo Ye stopped singing, and looked at Feng Linrui puzzled.

The other people in the room also came back to their senses because of Feng Linrui's sudden interruption, but they all had a little bit of regret on their faces. It's a pity that they haven't listened enough. Miss Zhuo sang so Okay, why did the emperor suddenly stop?

Feng Linrui got up, walked up to Zhuo Ye, pursed her thin lips, and looked at her steadfastly, in her eyes, there was a touch of inquiry, a touch of doubt, and something that Zhuo Ye couldn't understand...

Feng Linrui looked at Zhuo Ye with hairs, and said bravely, "Doesn't the emperor like this song? How about a girl?"

Could it be that which line of the lyrics stimulated Feng Linrui?Zhuo Ye secretly guessed.

"No need, this song is very good." After Feng Linrui finished speaking, he looked away and walked towards the door. When he reached the door, he stopped again, turned his back to Zhuo Ye, and asked, "This song What's the song called?"

"Back to the emperor, this song is called "Golden Thread Clothes"."

Feng Linrui nodded: "You can rest." After finishing speaking, he stepped out of the room.

"Congratulations to the emperor."

Early in the morning of the Shangyuan Festival, after Zhuoye had eaten, he sat in the room with Qiaoling and several court ladies and eunuchs to tie lanterns together.

Because of the festival, Feng Linrui granted Zhuo Ye a day off, so she doesn't have to attend etiquette class today.

"I never knew that pigs can be painted like this. It's so interesting." A little eunuch held a lantern with cartoon pigs and said fondly.

Another little maid, holding a mouse lantern, also smiled and said: "If the mice are born so cute, the servants will no longer be afraid of mice!"

"My girl, there are a lot of weird things in her mind." Qiao Ling also laughed.

Zhuo Ye was amused in his heart, this girl didn't know whether she was complimenting her or hurting her.

"Hang up these lanterns tonight, take them off tomorrow, and play with them if you like." Zhuo Ye told everyone.

"Thank you, miss." Several eunuchs and maids thanked in unison.

"Girl, servant girl..." A court lady looked at Zhuo Ye, hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter? Tell me if you have something to say." Zhuo Ye asked.

"Slaves... want to ask you for some interesting tricks..."

After getting along with each other in the past few days, the few people serving in Ting Fang Zhai all knew that Zhuo Ye was a gentle and talkative person, and everyone became more courageous.

"Okay, no problem, I'll draw a few more pictures for you when I'm free."

"Really? That's great!" The little maid said in surprise, "Thank you, maidservant."

"It's just a small matter, no need to thank you." Zhuo Ye said with a smile, then lowered his head and carefully stuck the "baozi" lantern in his hand.

"Girl, this lantern in your hand is so special, it looks so appetizing." Qiao Ling stared at the "big bun" in Zhuo Ye's hand, which looked fat and white, and praised.

Zhuo Ye pursed his lips and said happily: "This one is for the little prince."

After Zhuo Ye finished speaking, he heard the eunuch's announcement from outside the door: "The emperor is here! Lord Rui, Lord Jin, and the young son of Prince Rui's mansion are here!"