Chapter 33 Glory
After listening to her singing, Lu Wanjing nodded slightly, it was so vivid, it was very good!

Yun Ting glanced at Lu Wanjing, and hurriedly shouted: "Wen Yang's singing is so good! Come on again!"

"I'm showing my ugliness, then I'll do a little more."

"When I saw Longyan's eyes filled with tears, I was imprisoned in the palace for two years, filled with sorrow. I only know that it is difficult to see the face of the king in this life. Fortunately, the king's kindness hooked up the old love. I am lonely and miserable in Shangyang Palace, and I am left in the cold. Tears flow all the time, you only see the newcomers laughing, but the old ones are worried. The south palace sings and dances and the north palace worries."

In this passage, Wen Yang sang about Concubine Mei fighting for favor, and about Qian Fan's amorous feelings expressing sorrow and lamentation.

Lu Wanjing took the lead in applauding the last word of worry, nodded softly and said, "Okay!"

As soon as she clapped her hands, even some people who didn't know how to appreciate them cheered and cheered. The slaps made a crackling noise, like setting off firecrackers.

Especially Yunting, the slaps were so loud that his hands were numb and stiff as if they were broken.

Huo Qiudi stood quietly beside her mother at this time, and whispered: "Mom, she can sing really well, even better than you. If she sings The Peony Pavilion, it will have a different charm. She is really an interesting person." , Mom, will you allow me to make friends with her?"

"Do you know her background?"

Huo Qiudi shook her head, she only knew her name was Wen Yang, and she was adopted by the Rong family.

"I don't understand, but you just want to be friends with her? No." Lu Wanjing smiled and slapped her hands lightly, speaking calmly.

When Wen Yang stepped off the stage, Dong Lingqi praised repeatedly: "I didn't expect you to sing so well! You are a fancier, right? Who is your master?"

"A few years ago, I would accompany my grandma to listen to operas. Unfortunately, there are many Peking operas in Tianjing, and few people sing Kunqu. I have no master and I taught myself."

"What? You taught yourself? You taught yourself like this? Then you are a genius! I have to hire a teacher to train you well! You know I have heard these two verses sung by many well-known people, and you are considered excellent. It’s just that the figure is a little shallow, if you dress up and put the figure a little deeper, the effect will be better!”

Dong Lingqi is only a half fancier. Most of the time he listens to operas for entertainment. He has been abroad all year round and has listened to foreign operas and operas with many people. Many foreigners are also curious about Chinese operas, which cannot be explained thoroughly.

He had no choice but to take people to listen to the only few places abroad where he could listen. After listening too much, although he can't sing, he has a certain appreciation ability. You can hear how high this person's ability is.

And Wen Yang is a person with high attainments in the legend, she is not considered talented, without the teacher's words and deeds, she can learn [-]% of the time, that is extremely accomplished.

Her only flaw is that she is reserved.

Lu Wanjing also smiled and commented: "You sing very well, better than I expected. No master can practice like this. It's really not easy. I don't know if you have discovered it. You have a fatal flaw. You have too much reserve. If there are too many, it will affect the fullness of the whole character, this paragraph is not sad enough to make people pitiful."

"Mrs. Huo, I deliberately emphasized my reserve in this paragraph. I understand Concubine Mei's mood at the time when she was in front of the emperor to win favor, she should have been reserved. She didn't completely complain about her lovesickness. It was just a compelled fight for favor. means, I think she still retains a little bit of reservedness as a woman in her bones."

"This is the first time I've heard of your opinion. You said that Concubine Mei is reserved, so why did she compete with Li Longji's complaints?"

"Concubine Mei has been able to read, read, and recite poems since she was a child. At the age of nine, she could recite the "Book of Songs". It doesn't make sense. Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty personally bestowed on the East Palace a first-rank imperial concubine.

She likes plum blossoms, and her integrity is like plum blossoms. She was once relegated to the cold palace by Concubine Yang Gui.During the Anshi Rebellion, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang fled without her. Concubine Mei was wrapped in white silk and committed suicide by throwing herself into a well.Such a well-educated and upright concubine, I don't think she is good at pleasing men, so she will keep her reserve in her bones.

Otherwise, she would not be relegated to the cold palace and abandoned, which was her last reserve.I think she had no choice but to fight for favor in front of Li Longji back then. In fact, she didn't want to, so she sang in a low mood, with three points of restraint, two points of arrogance, and the remaining five points of sadness.And in this bit of mourning, she was more mourning for her own fate, the rise and fall of a harem woman's favor. "

"These are all your own understandings?" Lu Wanjing's face was calm, but doubts arose in her heart.

The master once said that Concubine Mei is competing for favor based on the love between her and Li Longji. This passage must be sung with sadness and self-pity. A woman's most powerful weapon in the harem is to make a man sympathize with her.

Although Concubine Mei is a talented woman, in a harem full of women, she is like a blooming lotus in a pond. Maybe tomorrow the pond will bloom better and more colorful.

She will gradually wither and wither, and Li Longji should be moved by mourning and crying.

However, Wen Yang's explanation just now was very different from the understanding of the master and herself. Wen Yang's words did cause her to think.

Wen Yang waved his hand lightly: "No, no, I also read books and history, combined with her situation at the time, to understand the singing method of restraint."

"Very good, not bad, he is a thinking child. At noon tomorrow, I will send a driver to your house to ask you to come over and give Qiudi a make-up lesson. I'm sorry to trouble you, but I will pay some fees."

Lu Wanjing fell in love with this girl at this moment. If her surname is not Wen, she can give her some pointers.

On the other hand, her understanding is not impossible. After all, history is always history, and no one knows Mei Fei's real state of mind at that time.

"Okay, thank you for inviting me over, I'm honored."

"okay, see you tomorrow."

After Lu Wanjing finished speaking, she took the stage to give a speech. Tonight's charity auction was a complete success, and all the auction proceeds were handed over to the hospital's donation office.

As soon as she left, Huo Qiudi said goodbye to Wen Yang and went out.

Dong Lingqi has been praising Wen Yang all the time, and today she gave Rong's parents a face again, and she sang so well!

It is the rarest thing for a seasoned drama idiot like Lu Wanjing to say a good word.

Especially when Lu Wanjing invited her to tutor Huo Qiudi, this was an endless honor to the Rong family.

It also indicates a signal that if Lu Wanjing wants to promote the Rong family, the future of the Rong family will be limitless.

And all of this was because of Wen Yang.

She, a person with a foreign surname, has become the honor and protection umbrella of the Rong family. Some people envy her, while others envy her.

Allowed to stand beside Wen Yang and Dong Lingqi all the time, silently, silently.

"Where's your father? It's about time, we should go back." Dong Lingqi and Wen Yang said a few more words, and turned around to find that Rong Shanhe was gone.

Outside the Yun family's villa, Lu Wanjing and Rong Shanhe were standing in a hidden place. Lu Wanjing asked in a low voice, "Is this Wen Yang the child of Wen Shijun? Are you still raising the child for him? You forgot about him." How did you betray you then?"

"Wen Yang is Wen Shijun's child. He had his reasons for leaving the army. I raised the child for him, but I couldn't bear her being homeless. He chose to leave the army in peacetime. It is not a betrayal. If it is, it is his betrayal. The country, the camaraderie between him and me is always there."

"You are really reassuring, he's dead?" Lu Wanjing remained expressionless.

"He died of illness six years ago."

"What disease?"

"Wen Yang said it was a stomachache, but I guess it was a sudden illness."

"It really fulfilled what he himself said about dying."

"You still hate him?"

(End of this chapter)

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