How can a fairy be a villain?

Chapter 48
Silent.

Needle drop can be heard.

...

Murong Jingyan was embarrassed.

I thought that even if he didn't appear like Ye Mengjiang, there would be a lot of applause, at least there would be some fragmented applause.

It's weird, how can you be so quiet...

Could it be that Xiaocui made me look too strange just now?I feel alright.

Forget it, bite the bullet and sing.

"Cough cough."

With a light cough, Murong Jingyan looked at the drum master behind him, and the master who was stared at with dull eyes immediately recovered, and hit the young master next to him on the head with a stick.

Then, there was a soft drumming sound.

Murong Jingyan took a deep breath, and the spectators off the court also cheered up. The temperature in the whole Xuancheng seemed to drop by half a degree.

Although someone is just thinking about the lyrics.

Finger flute gradually raised.

The pianist plucks the strings.

With her head lowered, Murong Jingyan suddenly said:
"Once the flowers bloom next to the willows"

"Looking for incense and mistakenly looking for Tinghou..."

The sound was like drizzle, silently falling on the hearts of everyone in Xuancheng.

No matter the children who were sitting restlessly in the audience, or the guards who were full of sarcasm on the stage, their facial movements gradually faded away at this moment, and they calmed down inadvertently.

"Drink the morning glow and half the sun"

"The wind and rain cannot see through..."

The singing was ethereal and without a trace, and it was as cold as the wind, and the spectators in the restaurant in the distance put down their bowls and chopsticks one after another.

It seems that they are afraid that the sound of food movement will destroy the beauty of this beautiful day.

Murong Jingyan paced back and forth for two steps, slowly closed her eyes and frowned, like a banished fairy... thinking about the lyrics.

"The first palace chief was thin and thin.

Taigao Ice Tears Difficult to Shed"

Thinking of the lyrics, Murong Jingyan's brows also relaxed, revealing a slight smile, which made the seats creak in the audience.

Zhu Huan'an also leaned forward, put his palms together on the tip of his chin, narrowed his eyes and looked at the stage seriously.

"After sending the brocade book, I look back"

"No more years to steal..."

A spectator came back to his senses at this moment, swallowed his saliva and muttered to himself: "This... this fairy is singing, isn't it a word?"

As soon as the voice fell, he received countless murderous lights, as if blaming him for breaking the atmosphere by speaking hastily.

Murong Jingyan walked to the front of the stage. At this time, he looked serious and stretched out his palm like the person in front of him.

The red brocade silk dances like a divine actress.

"Last night it rained and the wind cleared"

"Deep sleep does not dispel residual wine..."

As Murong Jingyan waved her long sleeves quietly, a faint gleam of vitality and blood emerged from under the red silk, and the rich fragrance of crabapple flowers flew out along with phantom petals.

"Trying the curtain man, but Dao Haitang is still..."

"Do you know?"

"Do you know..."

At this moment, the crowd threw themselves into the quiet lake like stones, men, women and children were all raising their hands to grab the petals so close to the sky, and an old man in the crowd also stood up awkwardly.

Only now did Liu Yi smell it, isn't this fragrance of flowers the same as that of the young master, then this one in front of him is...

"Old man, sit down quickly, you fucking block it!"

Liu Yi turned his head and glared fiercely, but sat down wisely. Fortunately, there were so many people that his actions were not obvious.

"Do you know?"

"Do you know..."

"It should be green manure...red and thin..."

After a song is finished, the four fields are silent.

Murong Jingyan glanced upwards from the corner of her eye, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Because he noticed that there was a hidden line of sight above his head.

Murong Jingyan let out a sigh of relief, before going on stage, he purposely used the spirit of the Jiang family to make clothes, just to attract the attention of Mrs. Jiang.

"Girl, may I ask which state this song is from?"

"The words and music are simple and expressive, but there is lingering sadness between the lines. This old man has studied poetry for most of his life, and he has never seen this school. Could it be a girl..."

Standing up and bowing, an old man with white beard and hair was wearing a clean and decent blue robe, with the appearance of a typical Confucian scholar.

Murong Jingyan shook her head:
"The name of this song is Rumeng Ling, and it was written by the great poet Li Qingzhao. As for this Li Qingzhao... er, you probably don't know him, old man."

"Li Qingzhao?"

The old man looked around, apparently he had never heard of it.

Some even started whispering directly.

"This Li Qingzhao's lyrics are really amazing. He is definitely called a master, and he has never heard such a style of music before."

The old man was silent for a while, and suddenly smiled and stroked his beard and said firmly:

"Old man, I have studied various schools of lyrics and music, but I have never heard of Li Qingzhao's name, unless he is a rising star."

"The girl just announced that she was not her real name, could it be that this Li Qingzhao is you, the girl!"

As soon as this remark came out, the whole city was in an uproar, and the applause was thunderous. Even the most marginal porters put down their burdens and yelled loudly.

"No way, how old is this girl, can she make such words?"

"It's not impossible if it's a talent for writing lyrics that is rare in thousands of years, and if it's this girl..."

"You are right! How can a fairy not make fairy words!"

Murong Jingyan was dumbfounded. I was worried that these people would complain about the unfamiliar Song Ci, but I didn't expect not only to admire, but also to regard myself as Li Qingzhao? ?
Fortunately, a voice sounded from behind.

A Cui waved through the curtain, "Miss, my master invites you to go up and have a talk."

Murong Jingyan was overjoyed, she smiled and turned her head and waved to the enthusiastic audience, then ran towards Jiulefang along the stage.

After the applause, the people in the back sat foolishly for a long time, and no one wanted to get up and leave immediately.

Suddenly someone asked: "Who wins, she or Ye Mengjiang?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

The crowd burst into laughter when they heard the words, as if they had heard some big joke. The shop owners wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes and left their seats. The rest of the people also left after laughing.

They knew that there was no need to watch today's Lefang Conference, even if someone appeared again.

Only one person couldn't laugh.

Ye Mengjiang was standing in the high stands of the music square, her fingers were about to smash the fence, and her forehead was full of bulging veins.

"Who wrote this word for her, who!"

From the corner of her eye, she looked at Zhu Huan'an, who was with the old god, and remembered Zhu Huan'an's mocking of her before, and suddenly felt an unknown anger in her heart.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, she took three steps and two steps and was about to question, but was stopped by a figure.

"Miss Ye, where are you going so angry?"

"You are...Charlotte?" Ye Mengjiang narrowed his eyes, and was about to raise his hand to push him away, but found that Charlotte was motionless.

Charlotte chuckled, but when she saw several other Taoist guards coming up behind Ye Mengjiang, she quickly waved her hands:

"Several daowei lords will not bully me as a casual cultivator, Xia is not afraid, but the influence of the broad daylight is not good."

While speaking, he had despised these guys dozens of times in his heart.

This Ye Mengjiang is coming to help before he even speaks, is this his only promise?

"Do you Eight Immortals think that no one cares, you can do whatever you want?"

Ye Mengjiang narrowed his eyes:

"I'll count to three, get the hell out of here."

"three"

"two"

"enough!
"Suddenly a voice interrupted Ye Mengjiang, and several other Taoist guards hurriedly bowed their hands.

The person who came was the deputy altar master of the Ministry of Health. The old woman in the crown had cold eyes. She glanced coldly at Charlotte, and at Zhu Huan'an who was sitting quietly not far away, and suddenly scolded Ye Mengjiang:

"Even though it's a daughter's house, you have to be careful!"

"I would like to bet and admit defeat, and she is Mr. Zhu's junior sister, why don't you have any rules!"

Ye Mengjiang lowered his head when he heard the words, took a deep breath and did not reply.

The deputy altar master showed an apologetic expression to Zhu Huan'an, Zhu Huan'an nodded, but a faint look of doubt appeared on his face.

After Ye Mengjiang regained his strength, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was about to speak to Zhu Huan'an, but his expression froze.

Because at the steps going up on the second floor, there is clearly a person who is stopping and watching.

Murong Jingyan had already shed her red silk, and she was holding her own mask in her hand.

"Ha ha…"

Seeing Ye Mengjiang's eyes, Murong Jingyan nodded slightly, then put on the mask leisurely, and walked upstairs with Xiaocui leisurely.

Ye Mengjiang's face suddenly turned darker, but he didn't attack, and even sat down.

The deputy altar master patted her on the shoulder and sat beside her.

Zhu Huan'an witnessed all this, his hand was groping for the blade, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had sensed something.

　Good evening, the clean face chapter has officially surpassed Bai Yutang
　　
　
(End of this chapter)