Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

"Thanks to the class master!" The girl opened her eyebrows in surprise and thanked her again and again. After taking the money from the attendant, she turned and left.

"Old Master, are you actually the leader of this theater group?" Du Xuechun was quite surprised, and raised her eyebrows, looking at the old master with admiration in her eyes.

"Hahaha, it's just a fake title. I know a little bit about chess and opera, and I have nothing to do, so I organized this troupe." As he said, the old master shook his head and continued with a pity: " It's just that although the girl has a good voice, she still lacks a bit of her singing skills!

"Xi Zhou Qu" has a very high tune, if it were all sung in real voice, it would lose the sense of leisure and elegance. You listen to me, these four sentences, ‘picking the lotus in the autumn in the South Pond, the lotus over the head, bowing the head and making the lotus seeds, the lotus seeds are as clear as water’, she just sings with a false voice, and the soft transition between the false and the real will not break the sound. It's just that I said it many times, that girl just can't remember. "

"Is that so?" Du Xuechun's eyes lit up, learning the old master's singing just now, and raising his voice to sing. The old master who listened to clap his hands in applause, and he couldn't believe it.

"Yes, yes, that's it! You girl, your savvy is so good! Have you ever learned to sing before?"

"Unexpectedly!" Du Xuechun shook his head and smiled lightly, rather shy.

"You girl, you can really surprise me at any time!" The old master looked at Du Xuechun's eyes as if he had picked up a baby, and he had to take her to sing in the theater for the whole morning.

Feng Xuan Che, who was rushed back quickly, couldn’t help being proud. He thought that because he let Du Xuechun pigeons, she should be accompanied by her, so Feng Xuan Che didn’t show up in front of Du Xuechun and quietly ordered people to prepare. After a while, intending to surprise her.

When night fell, the garden became more and more cold. Although the cherry blossoms of a few trees are blooming brilliantly, there is no taste in the dark, and the night is cold like water, and the weather is getting colder.

But the old master had to let Du Xuechun come under the flower tree, saying that he had buried a very beloved object under the tree to give her, and felt that only that thing was worthy of her talent.

Du Xuechun shook her head repeatedly and refused. Since the old master is such a precious object, how can she win her love, but the old master looked at her pitifully, so Du Xuechun had to agree.

When Du Xuechun came under the flower tree, he found a problem.

There are so many trees here! How does she know which one it is?

Du Xuechun couldn't help but muttered, rather helpless. Just as Du Xuechun was about to turn around and leave, a familiar voice suddenly heard behind him:

"Why is my Chun'er so impatient? He will leave when he comes?"

Du Xuechun turned around and saw Feng Xuanche slowly walking towards him from the darkness. He couldn't help but was overjoyed. He repeatedly checked Feng Xuanche and found that Feng Xuanche was safe and not injured. Just relax.

"It's me who is not good. That day I had to let go of your pigeons and made you wait so long in vain. I apologize to you!" Feng Xuanche looked down at Du Xuechun softly, and dropped a fiery kiss on Du Xuechun's forehead.

"I'm not angry, so why forgive you? You apologize to me." Du Xuechun lowered her head, her tone indifferent. In my heart:

I'm just worried about you!

Feng Xuan Che couldn't hear what Du Xuechun said in his heart.

Feng Xuanche rubbed Du Xuechun's hair and smiled. He didn't say a word. He just nodded slightly and said, "It's almost done."

Then he turned around and waved to Du Xuechun, "But I still feel sorry for you, so I want to give you a surprise. Look up."

Du Xuechun followed Feng Xuanche in confusion, and Feng Xuanche no longer looked at her, only nodded to the entourage next to her. At this time, a lot of people came out from nowhere, in groups of three to five, forming a dozen circles. After a while, the lanterns made of rice paper floated up, with a small candle burning below.

Kongming lantern?

At this time, some servants **** ropes under more Kongming lamps and let them out in a staggered way. These Kongming lamps slowly flew up under the agitation of the airflow, and as the light source extended, a special beauty that would only be available at night gradually unfolded.

The cherry blossoms were rendered with different colors by moonlight and lights, such as clouds and deep valleys, coupled with Kongming lamps of different heights and distances, Du Xuechun only felt the heat in his throat, and seemed to have forgotten his breathing.

"Is the cherry blossoms beautiful at night?"

Du Xuechun turned her head, looked at Feng Xuan Che who was still smiling and looked at her with expectation and nodded slowly.

"You are very beautiful, you are so hard-working, I really don't know how many good things I have done in my previous life, and I can be treated so kindly in this life." Du Xuechun red eyes, ran straight to Feng Xuanche, and hugged him tightly.

It was he who opened her heart and made her learn to believe in people's hearts again! He really lived up to her, giving her all the gentleness and care she had never even dared to think of.

"With such a beautiful day, why don't Chun'er write a poem?" Feng Xuan Che also hugged Du Xuechun back tightly and said with a smile.

"Can't think of..."

Du Xuechun buried her head deeply in Feng Xuanche's arms, blushing, and the sound was like a mosquito. Feng Xuanche lowered her head and listened carefully before he heard what Du Xuechun said.

Feng Xuanche laughed out loud and said, "My Chun'er is smart by nature. This poem can be written out even if I want to come. How can I be so shy today?"

Du Xuechun's face was red. Fortunately, the lights were dim late at night and it was not clear, otherwise Feng Xuanche would have to look at her today, and she would definitely come out to tease her in the future.

Du Xuechun thought of "Victory but there are countless people", but the last sentence was "Golden Wind and Yulu meet together", how can she say it? Thinking about it, Du Xuechun shook her head secretly and went straight.

But at this time, Feng Xuan Che beckoned again, and the entourage next to him seemed to be playing tricks, and instantly transformed a guqin.

At this moment, Feng Xuanchi looked at Du Xuechun's eyes a little drunk, how could he not get drunk with the beauty in front of him? Feng Xuanche lowered his head to look at Du Xuechun, and asked, "Chun'er, would you like to dance for me?"

"The moonlight is like water and the cherry blossoms at night are colorful. Don't you want to sing and dance?"

Du Xuechun smiled and nodded. Since Feng Xuanche is so interested, she will accompany her.

Feng Xuan Che set up the piano and stroked his fingers on the strings, and the music flowed like spring water. Du Xuechun heard it really, and slowly retreated to the distance. At this time, a gust of night wind blew by and the cherry blossoms fell like snow. She stretched out her hands and slowly opened her face.

The exquisite face and the soft body are unfolding like a scroll at this moment, every silhouette is graceful and pleasant, and every movement is both rigid and soft. The life flying in the moonlight is as brilliant but fragile and pure as a cherry blossom. And free and easy, straight teachers saw it, and they couldn't help but indulge in it, unable to extricate themselves.

At this moment, Feng Xuan Che's soft and deep voice came in. The sound of the piano was melodious, and he sang: "The copper spring has a crisp rhyme and a cold bamboo, and the new sound is played slowly and slender jade. The eyes are dark, and the waves of autumn are flowing..."