179: Xiaocheng Rebellion (Nineteen) [Please vote for me]
"Hey, look at that fiery red sun, it's a biscuit..."
"It's flat and round..."
Shen Tang is a person who can't stop talking.
When she gets interested, she will hum a few tunes that are unfamiliar to her. The tune doesn't work, and the tune doesn't work. She also has a bad habit of blindly changing the lyrics, and hums vaguely when she can't sing.
The tone is rude and unpleasant to listen to.
But she sang happily.
The only thing I'm not happy about is probably praying for kindness.
"...Hey, you are like spring rain, summer wind, autumn apples, winter fire, burning my heart, hey - baby, burning my heart!" The eleven-twelve-year-old boy's voice is clearer and clearer, Much sharper than boys of the same age.
The sound volume is not loud, but it is very penetrating.
Qishan: "..."
Whenever Shen Xiaolangjun sings, he complains that his ears are too good. Wen Xin has a bonus to the five senses, which means that he and Shen Tang can clearly hear what she sings even though they are six or seven feet apart. It's impossible for him He ran away completely and could only grit his teeth and endure the poison.
It's not like he didn't try to silence Shen Tang.
Shen Tang came back with a vengeance, doubly muting her words and taking away her voice, doubly singing out of tune, and her lyrics became more vulgar, straightforward, and passionate.
Naked people hurt each other.
Praying for good deeds by killing a thousand enemies and losing two thousand: "..."
Come on, he admits defeat, he can't be more coquettish.
Shen Tang sang more and more enthusiastically.
Does it matter whether Qishan is happy or not?
It doesn't matter, what matters is that she is happy.
As a result, she was extremely happy and sad...
Not long after I came down from the mountain, I met a group of about a thousand people escorting food and supplies. Although it was not large, it was obviously an elite group. The soldiers were full of blood. The soldiers on both sides were always alert to the surrounding situation, and their eyes were sometimes glistening. Pass.
Every one of the baggage trucks is fully loaded.
Shen Tang's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his eyelids, preparing to step to the side of the road with Qi Shan and make way for him.
He had just taken two steps when someone came on horseback. Judging from his clothes, he probably had a medium-sized position in the army. It might not be enough to be seen in a military camp, but he punched ordinary people hard, commanded and displayed his troops. But my style is enough.
Shen Tang had no choice but to stop.
The man was riding on a horse, curling his riding whip and looking at Shen Tang sideways with his eyebrows raised.
"Little lady, were you the one who sang loudly just now?"
Shen Tang had removed the disguise of a scar-faced brawny man and returned to her original appearance. The sky was dark and the inscriptions on the heart were transparent, making it easy to be ignored. So she became a "little lady" again.
Shen Tang was silent and replied: "It's me."
Seeing this, Qishan took a step forward to block Shen Tang.
Unexpectedly, the soldier pointed the whip at Qishan's nose, and said impatiently and arrogantly: "Get out of the way! What does it have to do with you, a shabby and poor scribe, when I talk to this little lady?"
Prayer for poor scribes and good deeds: "..."
Shen Tang burst out laughing.
The soldier said: "Please, little lady, please come with me for a while."
Shen Tang thought for a while and nodded in agreement.
It doesn't matter if she doesn't agree.
Xiaocheng was surrounded by rebels, and it was obviously impossible for them to come out to escort any food and baggage. The soldier in front of him was dressed in the same style as the rebels who went up to search for Yancheng County Governor, and his identity and position were clearly revealed. If he refused rashly, it might not end well.
However, she has a condition.
Shen Tang cowardly grabbed Qi Shan's sleeve, shrank his shoulders, and said softly: "Master Bing, can my brother from the slave family come over too?"
Praying for good is like being struck by lightning, leaving you in a trance.
Shen Tang deliberately spoke with a pinched throat, a little less clear and hearty, and a little more like Wu Nong's soft words. If you closed your eyes and didn't look at the person, you would really think that the person speaking was a sign girl. But it was exactly that. This thought shocked him greatly.
The soldier glanced at him and prayed for good.
He waved his hand: "Okay, let's go."
To be cautious, both of them secretly put away their literary monograms. As long as they restrained their literary aura, they would look like ordinary people.
They were brought by the soldiers to their immediate superiors who were responsible for escorting grain and fodder. At first, Shen Tang thought he would see a greasy middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears or a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Only when he saw the young man sitting on the baggage cart did he know what he wanted. too much.
Although this world is very chaotic, it is really a paradise for Yan Gou, especially literary scholars and courageous warriors. The people Shen Tang has seen so far have good facial features and a temperament - even if they look... Ordinary, but definitely not ugly.
The young man in front of me has nothing to do with this word.
The young man was dressed in dark clothes, and his long hair was tied into many little braids, which were gathered together and tied up with a hair crown. Shen Tang's eyes moved upward - probably the young man rarely stayed up late, and his hair was not tied tightly. My hair is long and black, and my hairline doesn't look dangerous.
The style of dressing is not like that of the survivors of the Xin Kingdom, but rather the style of a foreign nation. The sleeves are very narrow, and he wears a pair of iron armor wristbands with a ferocious snake pattern. He wears a shoulder pad on one shoulder and a skirt armor hanging on his waist. The other armor parts are unknown where they went.
At this time, he was sitting lazily on the piles of baggage and grain, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, stretching his neck and looking in the direction where Shen Tang came. He was tall, so he sat high. On top of the soldier's head Previous reply: "Boss, I brought you here, what do you think you should do with it?"
Shen Tang: "..."
Isn’t it right? Singing is also illegal?
Qishan secretly rolled his eyes——
Look, the rebels can't stand the poison of Shen Xiaolangjun's demonic voice, and they are ready to "justice".
The young man spoke elegantly with a strong accent and was not very proficient in speaking. He asked Shen Tang: "Were you the one who sang the song just now?"
Shen Tang said: "Yes."
Qishan was ready to hear the young man get angry, but unexpectedly, the young man acted unreasonably, and his dark eyes suddenly lit up, and he sincerely praised: "The sound of nature! Mama, you sing so beautifully!"
Qishan: "..."
Shen Mama Xidang Mama Tang: "..."
Is she a big son falling from the sky?
She was called mom when they met each other. Even though Shen Tang likes to be someone's father, she felt a little embarrassed and at a loss at this moment.
She smiled awkwardly but politely.
"No, no... I sing so-so, so-so. Just praise me. You don't have to call me 'Mom' so enthusiastically..."
Qishan's mouth twitched: "...people call you little lady."
It’s not like you recognize your mother when you first meet her.
When he was young, he traveled extensively with his friends.
The two of them traveled together, climbing mountains and wading everywhere.
If the recognition is correct, young people should be a special group near the border of Geng Kingdom. It is said that hundreds of years ago, the ancestors were tired of the war and led their people to live in seclusion in the mountains. After hundreds of years of secluded life, their living customs are very different from the development of the outside world.
"Mama" is equivalent to "little lady", which is used to address little girls.
As for singing aesthetics——
emmm…
This family all has problems, it's not surprising.
Shen Tang: "...Oh."
The young man warmly invited Shen Tang to accompany him so that he could communicate and learn about singing skills. An official beside him hesitated and seemed to step forward to persuade the young man not to let strangers approach the food team, but he did not know what he was afraid of and took back the steps he took. .
The young man pointed enthusiastically at the baggage truck next door.
"Mama, sit here."
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There is only one update and I will make it up tomorrow (I haven’t finished updating the 3,000-word investment nodes for thirty consecutive days since I started the book. I’m really sorry for the trust of all investors???)
Tang Mei's lyrics are adapted from "A Love Song".
[Continuing from yesterday’s chat]
The character description methods of "Retreat from Me" and "The Empress" are different. "The Empress" can use the perspective of the audience in the live broadcast room to give appropriate keywords to remind readers of the information of characters who appear after a long interval, so the information of each character is It can be fragmented and interspersed into different locations, and readers are not afraid of not appearing for a long time and forgetting the plot of the characters, because the barrage will remind them (I have to admit that it is also a reasonable method of hydrology).
But "Retreat from Me" is different. The perspective is a normal third perspective, and there is no barrage explanation reminder from the salty audience. In a serialized article that is destined to be long and has many characters, the character information is too fragmented and does not appear for a long time. The reader is It’s easy to forget this character (I don’t deny that a great master can create an impressive character in just a few words, and even hundreds of thousands of words in the past can make readers remember it, but Shiitake is obviously not such a player, and the fullness of the character can only be achieved through the improvement of the background plot) .Now that I think about it, the barrage live broadcast is actually quite convenient).
Because of these considerations, Xianggu tried to change the narrative method, so it was inevitable that he would slow down the pace in Qishan’s home field and try to further improve his background story. So far, it seems that it is not very successful (thank you for the support of the readers of the previous chapter, but There is indeed a problem with the pacing, and the number of chapters in each chapter speaks volumes).
