All the gentlemen who are attacked by the female queen are stunningly beautiful

Another point is that Sang Wan has always performed and sang for others to listen to, and no one has ever taken the initiative to sing for him.

At the same time, he felt strange and had a good impression of Song Xiang.

Song Xiang took the lyrics and sang in a light and airy voice, with a delicate voice and a sad melody. As he sang, his eyes turned red and he shed tears uncontrollably.

Sang Wan also saw this scene, and for some reason, he became interested in exploring.

After singing the last line, Sang Wan said with endless aftertaste: "A spring love song, it is really heart-breaking."

"Is this song for a girl to sing to her sweetheart? Is it her former lover?"

Song Xiang wiped away his tears and gave an unnatural smile: "You can't escape the young master's wise eyes."

"I really envy that young master for being able to win the girl's infatuation." Sang Wan sighed, feeling a bit melancholy, "Unlike the servants, who have to be trapped here all their lives, how can they have the chance to marry a noble girl."

After hearing this, Song Xiang felt mixed emotions in his heart: "I don't think the young master is a person who has been in the dust for a long time. Why is he trapped here?"

Sang Wan lowered her eyes, protecting the softness in her heart with an almost cold shell, and her voice trembled slightly: "The servant's mother was originally an official of Yongzhou Prefecture. She was framed by an adulterer and her home was raided. Mother and Ah My father had no way to complain and jumped into a river on the way to Beijing, while my servant was turned into an official slave at a young age and became a pariah."

"With such a status as a servant, you need the help of a noble person and the approval of the envoy of Lesi Yuan to get out of the humble status. Even if you get out of the humble status and become a good person, you can't marry as a husband and can only be a servant."

Hearing what he said, Song Xiang suddenly remembered a rule in the Dongling Law: "If the head of the family and his daughter marry an untouchable and good man as husband, they will be punished with eighty rods!"

With such strict laws and regulations, it is no wonder that no one dares to marry an official prostitute.

Song Xiang couldn't help but feel some sympathy: "It's very rare for a young master to be born in a quagmire but have a pure mind."

"If there is really a noble person who can help me, and if I get the approval of the Music Academy, will the young master be willing to marry his beloved and serve as his servant?"

Sang Wan sighed slightly and said, "Even without the help of a noble person, a servant can marry into a high-ranking family as a servant."

"The servant was originally a servant of the Chuntai Pavilion in Kyoto. Because the Xuanyang branch lacked people to teach new tricks, he was sent here. If the servant does not come to Xuanyang, he will be arranged after the palace examination in March. Performing for those Jinshi scholars may help you get out of the Fireworks Pavilion."

"It's just that a servant would rather make a living by performing arts than be a servant of an official, being trained and trained by a real husband, and living a lifeless life."

When he said this, his voice was extremely firm, as if he had built a line of defense for himself to block her covetous attention.

Song Xiang sighed and said: "Young Master has a very thorough understanding of human nature. If you can't leave your lowly family, with your status as a pure hen, you can live freely here."

"My servant plays the piano to make a living, and I don't have to work like a dog. I am very satisfied." He looked at Song Xiang with a smile, as if the snow melted, "I can see the girl today, and my servant's shamelessness makes me a confidant. The girl must not laugh at my servant. !”

Song Xiang met Sang Wan with extremely sincere eyes, looked at her and said, "It is Song Xiang's honor to become a close friend with Young Master Sang Wan. Young Master does not need to look down upon himself."

Sang Wan was moved and gradually let go of his guard and said, "I admire the girl's talent and fame. I wonder if the girl can favor me and compose a poem for me?"

"What's so difficult about this?" Song Xiang smiled softly, "I wonder what kind of poetic scenery Mr. Sang Wan likes?"

"How is Yongxue?"

"Okay!" Song Xiang happily agreed, thinking of a poem by Dong Sigong of the Tang Dynasty, and said: "The Tianshan Mountains are covered with snow, and it is said that it is a dynasty of falling flowers; it is a pity that I am not with you, and the desolation is drifting in the wind; the fresh and clean Ling Wan Su , and the branches are mixed together one after another; where is the good time, sitting and seeing the beauty sell?"

Sang Wan listened and admired Song Xiang more and more: "Where is the good time? I sit and watch Rong Hua sell. The girl is so talented in literature that the servant never gets tired of listening to it."

"I wonder if my lady can write it down and share it with my servant? I'll leave it to you and enjoy it slowly."

Song Xiang responded without hesitation: "Okay!"

Sang Wan led Song Xiang to the bookcase and studied ink for her. The picture was quiet and beautiful.

"The girl's hairpin handwriting is so elegant in small regular script!"

Song Xiang wrote down the poet's poem, blowing the ink gently: "Since you like poems, I will write them for you to read when I have some free time!"

"Really? The girl doesn't lie to the servant?"

Song Xiang smiled generously and asked, "Don't you still believe in my character, Song Xiang?"

"That's not true!" Sang Wan's ears were thin and red, as if he was shy, "I'm afraid that the girl will dislike this dirty place and not want to come here often."

"It's important for people to know each other and understand each other's hearts. Mr. Sang Wan is pure in body and mind and has noble conduct. Why did I lose a close friend because of a false reputation among outsiders?"

Sang Wan bit her lip and tilted her head, feeling warm in her heart: "The slave is sitting in a well and looking at the sky, and is temporarily confused. It is better for a girl to be open-minded."

"Young Master is too modest!" Song Xiang handed the poem manuscript in his hand to Sang Wan and said: "Young Master Sang Wan is famous far and wide. I thought I would not meet you today, but unexpectedly, I unexpectedly saw the young master's beauty. This should not make other girls envious."

Sang Wan's face turned red: "Girl, please stop teasing the servant. The servant likes to be quiet and doesn't want to be disturbed by those merchants and ladies, nor does he want to interact with those embroidered pillows, so he made a rule not to see outsiders. "

"It is commendable to keep oneself clean!" Song Xiang exclaimed in admiration and said with a smile, "Young Master Sang Wan is not burdened by fame and wealth, which is admirable!"

Sang Wan liked Song Xiang's temperament very much. Thinking of her eyes that were red from crying when she sang "Spring Love" just now, she wanted to ask about the lover she admired.

Thinking like this, the doubts in my heart blurted out: "I don't know where the lover the girl likes is? Why don't you let a talented person like the girl get married, leaving the girl alone to grieve?"

Song Xiang pondered for a moment and then said slowly: "He is from Xuanyang. He came to visit Fengbian. He fell in love with me at first sight and tried his best to get acquainted with me. When I first met him, he was lying on the wall, disturbed by insects, like a daze. He looked innocent like a goose, but later I fell in love with him, and we made a lifelong commitment to him, and we lived like a couple of gods for a few days.

"I thought he would wait until I gained fame and ask for marriage, but something unexpected happened. In order to teach me to give up, he made up many hurtful words. I didn't know the reason, so I stupidly took them seriously."

"When I arrived in Fucheng, I found out that he had gone to Kyoto a long time ago and there has been no news since then. Maybe he was engaged to be married, but not necessarily..."

Sang Wan couldn't help but sigh after hearing this: "We were originally lovers, but they were separated. No wonder the girl is so sad..."

"I am indeed sad..." Song Xiang recalled the past and said sadly, "If I knew his difficulties, I would fight to the death to keep him and not let him leave my side."

"The girl is really infatuated with him!" Sang Wan was a little envious, "If a girl treated me like this, it would be worth it even if I died immediately."