Ping An Biography

The full garden color is even stronger.

The red make-up and simple shadows are pleasing to the eye. Somehow, a green bamboo branch pokes in from the gap of the bamboo curtain behind the table, as if the plants and trees have moved their hearts and want to peek in.

Or sing slang songs to make people feel refreshed, or dance with heavy makeup and colorful clothes, or dance with colorful sleeves and sleeves flying like fairies.Zhang Ning was so dazzled that he forgot all his troubles for a while. Today is really a happy day. The beauties seem to be particularly loved by nature. All of them are born like flowers and jade. In short, they are beautiful.If it is said that Zhang Ning is a layman in singing and dancing, he can't see good or bad, then other people are wealthy businessmen who often go in and out of flowers, and they are also fascinated by it, so Zhang Ning can't be blamed for being a layman.

Only Mr. Su drank tea cup after cup without raising his head, with a dull expression on his face, as if those melodious singing voices were worse than the sound of sawing wood?

Zhang Ning thought: This old cousin is probably not because he is an expert, but simply pretending to compare.

Coming up is a beautiful woman with perfect face and figure, wearing a floor-length skirt, her eyes shine brightly when she looks at everyone, she is indescribably charming, the sound of silk and bamboo gradually rises, and the dance moves are charming full.Forget it, don't care about Cousin Su, let's enjoy the show with peace of mind.

This is not the grand finale, according to Xie Juan's arrangement, they are all foils.Zhang Ning is looking forward to Miao Ge's performance more and more.

After dancing to this song, the old cousins ​​below started to write vigorously.Then circulate and comment on each other, and finally pick out a poem and read it aloud in public, and the words of praise are beyond words.The poem had to be taken outside, and the girl's name was first announced, and then read again to the guests who could not be seated.People can't see Fangzi, they can only imagine the beauty's posture and appearance from the freehand poems, but they are also very happy.

One after another is like watching flowers on horseback, without time to savor them carefully.Just now I thought that the girl danced well, and after a while, she said loudly: "The next one, Gu Han, Zhang Ning remembered that she was the one I heard with Xie Jun a few days ago, what kind of tea merchant? To sell tea, there are few pommel horses in front of the door, and then come to join in the fun.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ning was dumbfounded when a white dress was casually blown onto the stage.

It's not because of how amazing that girl looks, in fact, that girl has a white cardboard mask hanging on her face, only two eyes are exposed, and the mouth on the mask is still painted on, so she can't see her face at all; It's because this girl is none other than Fang Ling!

Even if you can't see her face, just look at her figure and her walking posture, you can't go wrong.Every inch of her body was covered by Zhang Ning. Zhang Ning's impression was too deep to be mistaken.

The question is why did she come to Biyuan? Since the people in Peach Blossom Villa know her identity, they still can't guess where Biyuan is?Could it be that the contact person sent was Fang Ling?But you should keep a low profile, and run to a place like Huajianhui as soon as you come here... Gu Chunhan, a concubine of a tea merchant, you really know how to make up.

"Why is this little lady wearing a mask?" An old cousin immediately complained.

The person from Biyuan standing next to him hurriedly explained with a smile on his face: "This Miss Gu is a concubine in someone else's room. She doesn't think it's too good to show off her talents, so she just covers her face. Guests will forgive me."

It's reasonable for everyone to hear it, and it's not that the market rogue will pester him endlessly over trivial matters.

There was still some shyness in Fang Ling's eyes, which were much more reserved than those generous singers just now, even Zhang Ning felt that she didn't look like a brothel girl before.She scanned the seat lightly with her eyes, and finally found Zhang Ning's position, pausing slightly without showing any signs.

Zhang Ning had no choice but to sit and watch, only to see that she was wearing a plain skirt without any embroidery, just like her first lingering dress that day, with a small fan in her hand.But today, there was a small yellow flower in her hair, like a restrained embellishment; Zhang Ning quickly saw that the flower was a jasmine.

A small detail made Zhang Ning feel mixed feelings, some warm and some hurt.

At this time, the musicians in the corner knocked on the board to play the rhythm, and immediately the sound of silk and bamboo sounded. Fang Ling stepped on the rhythm, and gently and slowly opened the fan, "Huafa... Ban... Ban... Shao... ...light...flying..."

Hearing this familiar tone, Zhang Ning suddenly felt sore in his heart; her voice was obviously full of shy joy, and her charming and melodious tone was full of endless tenderness. Why did Zhang Ning Ning felt uncomfortable for a while?

Su Liangchen raised his head immediately, with a look of surprise on his face, the teacup in his hand was held in the middle, and he forgot to put it down without taking a drink.

...My parents are happy and safe.To celebrate this good day, everyone is happy with Jing.The treasures and seals in the painting hall are sold, and the sun shines in the jade cup... <The wind blows everything to be full of vitality, and the world is full of love and beauty.Singing and sighing three times, Zhang Ning didn't care to taste it too carefully that day, but today he listened to it again, and finally felt the affection contained in her tone, returning to innocence like a dream.

It turned out that Zhang Ning thought she was just singing casually. After seeing the singing and dancing in front of her now, she knew that her steps, gestures, and temperament were all in place, and she interpreted the classical and implicit softness to the extreme.

"This... Where did you invite this famous history?" Su Liangchen actually stuttered.

Don't look at this guy's very ordinary image, after all, he is a talented person with the reputation of "the banishing fairy in the song", no matter how he tries, he has some attainments.Zhang Ning saw him losing his composure, and sighed in his heart that there might be a hidden expert in the corner of the market. This is also forced by the world. So what if Fang Ling is talented?She even hopes to be an ordinary person.Last time... I was indeed suspected of being violent.

Zhang Ning ignored Su Liangchen, still savoring that beautiful voice and that wonderful gesture with a look of enjoyment, shaking his head slightly.

She only sang a section, because the rhythm of the opera at this time is very slow, and the time of one piece is not very short, which is almost enough.Her figure was elegant and gentle, and just as she was about to leave after singing, Su Liangchen suddenly stood up and shouted: "Hey..."

Fang Ling turned around lightly, and asked, "Master Su, what do you want to say?"

Seeing this, the friends around all echoed: "Now, the youngest Su has something to comment on!"

After coaxing like this, Su Liangchen realized his gaffe, clasped his fists and saluted, thought for a while and sighed: "Ten years later, the empty voice should still be in my ears."

From Qu Banxian's high evaluation, she must be on fire, but Fang Ling just smiled lightly, as if she didn't care at all, but looked expectantly at Zhang Ning who was sitting next to Su Liangchen. <Han, yellow flower, just like the little flower in her hair, and there is "han" in the poem.Zhang Ning's poem did not arouse people's response. His voice is not loud and others simply ignore it. It may be because he is not well-known, and the second reason is that this poem is similar to Mr. Su's "Ten years later, the empty sound should also be in the audience." Compared with the extremely high compliments of "ear", it is sparse and usually has no bright spots, so everyone doesn't care.

Only Fang Ling responded with a knowing smile, and the four eyes met for a moment, and everything was silent.