Lord, I will write novels to support you

Tang Ke thought that Zhu Wenzhen was just talking for fun, but the next day Zhu Wenzhen threw a sheet music on the low table in front of Tang Ke.

Tang Ke looked at the blue and black sheet music in front of him, and then looked up at Zhu Wenzhen.

Zhu Wenzhen tapped the score with his chin, "Xiao Ke, take a look, are you satisfied?"

Tang Ke opened the sheet music and read it in silence for a while.

Zhu Wenzhen became a little nervous, leaned over and asked, "How is it?"

Tang Ke was in deep thought, "I was greatly shocked!" Although he couldn't understand.

Tang Ke didn't understand the score, and he didn't even understand the lyrics.

Zhu Wenzhen is handsome, but he writes smooth cursive script. Tang Ke's prescriptions written by doctors in the hospital are easier to recognize than his words.

What Zhu Wenzhen read on Tang Ke's face was obvious perfunctory, and he was a little unhappy. After thinking for a while, he took Tang Ke's arm and insisted on going out to Tianqingyuan.

Tang Ke couldn't help it, so he went with him.

The two sat down in the cubicle that Zhu Wenzhen used to book, and called a young man to come in. Zhu Wenzhen gave the young man his score, "Play this piece."

The young man looked very unfamiliar, and he was also very young, so he should be newly bought by Tianqingyuan.

He respectfully accepted the music score handed over by Zhu Wenzhen. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zhu Wenzhen. The lyrics were sung first, and when he looked up, he caught a glimpse of Zhu Wenzhen looking at him coldly, and lowered his eyes in panic.

He raised his sleeves, but before his fingers touched the strings, his fingertips were already trembling violently. When his fingertips pressed against the tight strings, he was so afraid that he couldn't control his strength, so he directly pulled the hanging silk strings. Pressing it to the bottom, I was so scared that I hurriedly retracted my fingers, and the body of the piano made a piercing sound.

Zhu Wenzhen's face was cold, "What are you afraid of? I won't eat you again."

This young man just came to Tianqingyuan not long ago, and he just recently heard about the former headliner Liang Jue. He didn't expect to be arranged to play and sing for this Mr. Xiang today. Before he entered the door, he was already scared for seven Six souls.

Now that the first note was played out of tune, he felt that he was going to follow Liang Jue's footsteps, and he didn't hear what Zhu Wenzhen said, so he slid down from the piano, and his sleeve brought the sheet music to the ground, He didn't care about picking it up, and kowtowed to Zhu Wenzhen, begging the young master for mercy.

Zhu Wenzhen just wanted Xiao Ke to listen to the song he had changed for him, but he didn't expect this to happen, he just felt upset, and the fingers holding the wine glass unconsciously tightened.

Tang Ke looked at Zhu Wenzhen's whitened knuckles with force, raised his hand to hold his hand, and was about to speak when he heard Liu Niang knocking on the door.

Liu Niang was let in, looked at the young lady who was kneeling on the ground, then looked at Zhu Wenzhen, and carefully said: "Young Master Xiang, I'm really sorry, this young lady has only come to the garden not long ago, so I'm not sensible Change it for you."

Zhu Wenzhen didn't want to be spoiled by such an unruly young man like Sai, so he ordered coldly: "Let Hantan come."

Liu Niang was stunned for a while, "Han Tan went to the home of the old master Mr. Zhang early this morning, and he hasn't returned yet..."

Zhu Wenzhen's chest rose and fell slightly, suppressing his anger, "Then let Leng Yue come."

Liu Niang was choked again, "Leng Yue suffered from the wind and cold last night, her throat was broken, she took leave to recuperate at home—"

Before Liu Niang finished speaking, Zhu Wenzhen slammed the wine glass on the table, "Why, I just bought a young lady in your garden, and now you are guarding against me everywhere?"

Liu Niang accompanied her smiling face, "Young Master Xiang, what did you say? You came here in a hurry today. The garden is not prepared, so I will arrange someone to call Leng Yue to come—"

"—That's all," Zhu Wenzhen interrupted her, "It's a disappointment if you have a bad voice."

Liu Niang smiled again and said, "I'll bring you a few more young ladies, and you can choose them until you are satisfied."

Zhu Wenzhen didn't answer.

He is obsessed with the cleanliness of the scores he wrote, and he doesn't want any young man to come over and spoil them. The incident just now has touched his bottom line, how could he allow some more unfamiliar ones? The people come over one by one to touch the mold.

Seeing that Zhu Wenzhen didn't reply, Liu Niang's complexion became more and more serious, and she wanted to speak again to ease the impasse in front of her, and she was thinking about what to say.

Tang Ke suddenly leaned forward, hugged Zhu Wenzhen's slender waist directly, turned him in the air, and placed him on his lap.

Zhu Wenzhen was so shocked that he forgot to be angry, he was speechless with his mouth half open, and looked at him with his eyes wide open, with the words "what are you doing" written all over his face.

Consciousness is still chaotic, but the body has long been familiar with Tang Ke's embrace. Zhu Wenzhen raised his hand to wrap Tang Ke's neck skillfully as he did many days and nights in the small house before, and his body softened.

After regaining his senses, Zhu Wenzhen struggled and said angrily, "You...you let go!"

Seeing this, Liu Niang grabbed the young man and fled the scene at the speed of light, and the door was closed tightly.

Tang Ke tightened Zhu Wenzhen's waist, smiled and bent down to pick up the sheet music on the ground, shaking, and opened the first page.

Zhu Wenzhen pushed Tang Ke's chest with such light force as to scratch an itch, "How dare you be so presumptuous in front of those people outside!"

Tang Ke turned a deaf ear to Zhu Wenzhen's words, embraced him, and held up the score, "My lord, why don't you let me sing for you?"

Zhu Wenzhen was stunned, "Can you sing?"

"No," Tang Ke denied confidently, "You can learn."

After finishing speaking, imitating the appearance of the young man just now, he sang the first sentence aloud.

Tang Ke couldn't sing, but he did a good job on the surface. He raised his jaw slightly, frowned slightly, his eyes were blurred, and he looked very intoxicated.

It's just that he sang half a sentence when his mouth was covered by a cold and soft hand.

Zhu Wenzhen stared at him, "Hei Xuanfeng can sing better than you."

Tang Ke held his fingers and kissed his palm, "Who is Black Whirlwind?"

Zhu Wenzhen turned his head slightly to look at him, and smiled, "My little pony."

Tang Ke turned over and pressed Zhu Wenzhen on the couch, "You compare me with your horse?"

Zhu Wenzhen stared at Tang Ke, and shook his head seriously: "It's incomparable, Hei Xuanfeng is much more capable."

When Tang Ke heard such words, his eyes would fall out of anger, and he hugged Zhu Wenzhen to make trouble with him.

Zhu Wenzhen was so frightened that he turned his head to beg for mercy in a panic, and then glanced in the direction of the door, "Xiao Ke!"

"Huh?" Tang Ke raised his head from Zhu Wenzhen's neck.

Zhu Wenzhen's cheeks flushed, "I can... sing for you."

Tang Ke was stunned for a moment, "Can you sing?"

Zhu Wenzhen didn't answer, but pushed Tang Ke away, went to the piano and knelt down, caressing his wide sleeves, and raised the catkin slightly, bringing out a crisp sound of the piano.

Tang Ke didn't understand the music, so he could only use the phrase "Fuck" to describe the music composed by Zhu Wenzhen.

But he understood Zhu Wenzhen's revised lyrics. Hearing the words sung by Zhu Wenzhen's cool voice like a mountain stream, Tang Ke suddenly understood why Zhu Wenzhen always liked to drag him to read his novels.

If possible, he would like to lock Zhu Wenzhen at home and force him to sing this Wenchang song to himself every day.

Zhu Wenzhen's arrogance and arrogance are completely opposite to the actors in theaters and teahouses. With such a temperament, people in Xialiba can also be sung by him like a spring and snow.

Not to mention that Zhu Wenzhen's score is really well revised, Tang Ke never knew that his own composition could be sublimated in this way.

Tang Ke stared at Zhu Wenzhen's face and smiled foolishly, thinking that if Xiang'er was not a prince and went to the common people, the capital city and the Huakui in the south of the Yangtze River would all stand aside.

After Zhu Wenzhen finished playing a piece, he leaned against the piano, propped his elbows on his forehead, and tilted his head slightly to look at Tang Ke with a smile.

Tang Ke still stared at Zhu Wenzhen, some dirty thoughts in his heart were about to move, but he tried his best to suppress them.

"Has Xiang'er changed the lyrics and sung for others?"

Zhu Wenzhen was slightly taken aback. He didn't expect Tang Ke to ask this, and he thought about it seriously, "I was ignorant before. I changed the music score and went to the garden to fight in the ring. I won the first prize. My father found out and took him back to the palace. Mr. Ji was invited to come. Ask the teacher, if I am not allowed to step out of the palace gate, I will never write a score after that."

Tang Ke nodded, fully understanding the emperor's good intentions.

"What?" Zhu Wenzhen didn't understand why.

Tang Ke got up, came to Zhu Wenzhen's side, picked him up and returned to the couch, "From now on, you are not allowed to sing to anyone except me."

Zhu Wenzhen smiled so much that his brows and eyes curled up. He is a majestic prince, and he would not sing for other people, but after hearing Tang Ke's domineering remarks, he still couldn't help asking: "Why?"

Tang Ke's voice was very deep, "Something will happen..."

Zhu Wenzhen didn't understand what Tang Ke meant when he said something happened, so he sat on his lap and raised his hand to stroke his skirt, turned his head and smiled and asked, "Young Master Xiao Ke, are you satisfied with the slave's song?"

The words are humble, but there is an indescribable arrogance and aloofness in his bones.

Tang Ke grabbed his finger, "Not satisfied..."

Zhu Wenzhen frowned lightly, only lost his mind for a moment, then smiled again, and continued to act, "Where are you dissatisfied? I will change it now, until my husband is satisfied?"

When Zhu Wenzhen acted, he always had a full set of plays, from the tone of his voice to his gestures, he was full of frivolity, which was far from his usual cold appearance.

Tang Ke stared at his affectionate eyes for a long time, only to feel that his whole body was hot and his consciousness was gradually burned. He turned over and pressed Zhu Wenzhen on the couch, and his hands began to be uncontrollable.

Zhu Wenzhen didn't expect that the situation would suddenly develop in another direction. When Tang Ke untied his belt and skirts, he became flustered and panted to push Tang Ke away. , Mister, please show some respect."

Seeing that the little showman was still acting at this time, Tang Ke laughed out loud, and tightened his arms, "Didn't you say you want to satisfy me?"

Zhu Wenzhen's breathing became more and more rapid, and he couldn't break free from Tang Ke's shackles even if he tried hard. His body became soft uncontrollably, and he couldn't continue acting, so he panicked: "Presumptuous! Let go of this king! Look where this is! How can you be so foolish!"

Tang Ke stared at Zhu Wenzhen, and it was only at this moment that he overlapped Xiang'er with the figure of the aloof Prince Jing in a daze.

He used to think that the plays of Lord Jing that Xiang'er performed were not plays at all, that was his original appearance...

Tang Ke smiled even more, and refused to let go at all, "Isn't this the place to have fun?"

"It's full of people outside, how decent it is for people to see!"

Zhu Wenzhen tried his best to maintain the airs of the prince, but his expression became more and more flustered. Seeing the haze on Tang Ke's bright eyebrows and starry eyes, he was so frightened that he turned over and wanted to flee, but he was caught by Tang Ke after climbing half a step The waist is pulled back into the arms.

Tang Ke's voice was dull, "Don't worry, my lord, no one will come in..."

Zhu Wenzhen wanted to argue, but the words were trapped in Tang Ke's kiss, leaving only gasps and rapid heartbeats...

The author has something to say: Wow, I have been nurtured by a lot of little gardeners

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I'm going to enter v in a few days... I want to save a three-in-one and post it together...

So I'm going to redefine the daily update again... The last few days have been updated every other day... I will make up for it later

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