Chapter 1549 The vicissitudes of the voice, the voice of the husband is no better than Erlang
Chapter 1549 The vicissitudes of voice. Isn’t the husband’s voice more aged than Erlang’s? (Please subscribe and vote)
Fang Xuanling was also a little confused, staring blankly at Erlang who just sang loudly.
That rich and profound song, full of vicissitudes of life, blending emotions, and touching people's hearts, was actually sung by this inconspicuous Erlang of his own family.
This really makes Fang Daxiang a little unbelievable. After all, this is really very different from his own Erlang's temperament.
Those lyrics make people feel too straightforward, but after Erlang's voice interpretation.
That kind of emotional expression is so strong that people forget the simplicity and straightforwardness of the lyrics...
Is this really my second son? This guy actually has such talent?
Although this kind of talent is not comparable to music, chess, calligraphy and painting, at any rate, what he sings is not the kind of melodious sound that can be heard in the hall, but a singing voice that can touch people's hearts.
Since ancient times, words such as beating drums and singing, or singing loudly, have naturally been used to describe those famous celebrities.
As a heirloom of poetry and calligraphy, Fang Xuanling naturally yearned for those celebrities from the Wei and Jin Dynasties, who were romantic and virtuous people. Hmm... I have a good wife at home, so of course I cannot be that kind of person.
However, it's not impossible to be envious, and if Erlang's voice can sing those famous songs of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, he will definitely be able to...
"Husband?" I don't know when, Mrs. Lu had already arrived, looking at this husband with dilated pupils suspiciously.
After waking up, Fang Xuanling quickly sat up straight and glanced majestically at Erlang, who was standing there and looking at him with some uneasiness.
I couldn't help but groaned again subconsciously, and then I saw my wife Lu's originally gentle eyes seemed to turn into blades.
The Prime Minister of Fang was unhappy and reluctantly said, "You, you...well, you have a good voice."
"However, if you study music, you will learn music. What will you do if you hit the table with a pen? Isn't there a drum in the house?"
"Besides, as an official, why do you want to learn music?"
"My two brothers taught me this, saying..." Fang Jun's face began to turn red, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to explain it.
Seeing Erlang's appearance, Mrs. Lu realized something and quickly stepped forward with a smile.
"The master is right, Erlang. Learning music is a good thing, but you must not destroy the purple hair pen your father gave you, do you understand?"
Mrs. Lu comforted Fang Jun a few more words and asked him to go back to the house to reflect.
Looking at the back of the tall and burly Erlang, and the green butterfly catching up quickly with light steps.
The corners of Lu's mouth raised involuntarily and her eyes squinted. "Fang Shen."
"What are your orders, madam?"
"Go and find a bongo for the Second Young Master. If you don't have one in the mansion, go and buy it quickly. Don't delay the Second Young Master's music learning."
"Okay madam..." Fang Shen quickly bowed his head and took a look at the master in the room. He couldn't help but whispered to Lu.
"Madam, our second young master really has a good voice. Just now we almost shed tears when we sang the villain."
Hearing this, Mrs. Lu couldn't help but smile and nodded in agreement.
After thinking about it, he called Fang Shen again and whispered a few words. Fang Shen nodded understandingly and replied.
"Madam, don't worry, I understand."
Mrs. Lu then turned around and walked into the house. She rubbed her hands and walked to her husband with a radiant face.
"I really didn't expect that our Erlang could actually have such abilities."
Fang Xuanling stroked his long beard and sighed softly.
"It's not just that he can sing a tune. What's the point? Madam, don't be too spoiled by this kid."
"Master, don't think about it, our second son can't do anything except dance with a gun and stick.
Now he can sing all of a sudden and he can sing so well, can I, a mother-in-law, praise him?"
"Huh, I can sing a song, but I'm not good at poetry, chess, calligraphy and painting..."
Fang Xuanling was not willing to be honest, but her voice was softer and her tone was timid.
Then the conversation changed, and his tone took on the aura of the head of the Fang family.
"Madam, what can you find out? Why do those two demon moths teach us Erlang how to sing?"
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"Two monsters... Husband, please keep your voice down..." Mrs. Lu glared at her husband, somewhat dumbfounded.
Regardless of whether it was Cheng Sanlang who was chased by His Majesty and the Supreme Emperor with weapons and fled in the East Palace in embarrassment.
It's the King of Wu who is as handsome as a crown jewel but full of bad intentions. Those two monster moths are not easy to mess with.
"Huh, I asked Erlang to stay in the house honestly. I just don't want to cause any trouble and ruin the marriage before we get married."
"Who would have expected that those two guys would actually come to the house? Alas..."
"Okay, okay, husband, don't worry, I will pay attention and will definitely find out what is going on."
Mrs. Lu gave Fang Xuanling another cup of tea with a smile, and couldn't help but sigh with some regret.
"I really didn't expect that our Erlang can sing, and he can sing so beautifully."
Fang Xuanling couldn't help but said subconsciously. "The song is sung well, but the words are a mess..."
The two-wheeled carriage that stopped in front of Hanguang Gate took away the last falling yellow leaf."
"I don't understand, who is being offended by the two-wheeled carriage parked in front of Hanguang Gate? If it doesn't carry people, it just carries fallen leaves?"
Seeing her husband complaining frequently, Ms. Lu couldn't help but laugh out loud, and patted her husband for complaining.
"Okay, husband. Although this word is weird and too straightforward, don't you think it's quite catchy?"
When this issue was mentioned, Mrs. Lu couldn't sit still. "Husband, how about we go to Erlang's place to have a look?"
"Why go to him?" Fang Xuanling looked at his wife, Lu, suspiciously.
"I think our Erlang sings beautifully, and the weathered voice is really unique, so I want to listen to it again."
"...I still have official duties. Madam, if you are willing to listen, you can go ahead."
Fang Xuanling was not happy about it. Although he was a little tempted, he was his own father and couldn't bear to look like this.
Seeing her husband's appearance, Mrs. Lu didn't know what her husband was thinking. She said goodbye to her husband with a smile and walked away quickly.
Fang Xuanling waited until Mrs. Lu left the room and couldn't help but murmured something in a low voice. "Is it that nice?"
"The voice of the vicissitudes of life, the husband's voice is not more vicissitudes of life than Erlang's?"
Then the Prime Minister of Fang swept his eyes across the empty room, took a sip of tea, cleared his throat, and hummed softly.
"The snowfall in the fifteenth year of Zhenguan was more... what was it than before?"
At this time, I heard footsteps passing by outside the house. The Prime Minister hurriedly picked up a book and took it in his hand.
His eyes were majestic, and he looked at the book in his hand with a serious expression, looking extremely focused...
After the footsteps gradually fade away, from time to time, a soft, slightly hoarse tune hummed by a vicissitudes of life voice will be heard outside the house...