Today, Tong Qian was woken up by the sound of children singing.
"Who is so annoying! Aren't you afraid of disturbing the prince so early in the morning?"
Tong Qian got up hurriedly and limped out to check.
"Oh? Your Majesty?"
Tong Qian felt a little sad.
Because he saw the prince and Doctor Lu watching four women singing!
Why didn’t the prince tell me if he wanted to listen to music?
"Let me tell you! They can't sing as well as I can!"
Tong Qian walked over a little angry.
"Are you up? Did you see that breakfast is placed on the table by the door for you?" Song Yang said with a smile when he saw Tong Qian coming.
As a prince like Song Yang, naturally he doesn't need to prepare breakfast by himself.
Dr. Lu arranged for an old lady to take special care of him.
"Your Majesty, are you... listening to music?"
Tong Qian hasn't eaten yet, and the prince won't let her sing. How can she eat?
"Work!" Song Yang shook his head and said.
"Work...work?"
Tong Qian was a little dumbfounded. She sniffed and looked at Song Yang with big eyes. She didn't understand what her prince meant.
It turns out that Song Yang heard some discussions about the isolation camp yesterday.
They say everyone has nothing to do.
Then an idea came to him, and Song Yang planned to create some show or something.
And after the epidemic has passed, programs like this can also be promoted throughout the camp.
When your material life becomes a little more stable, don't you have to take care of your spiritual life?
"My lord, are you planning to form a troupe?" Tong Qian understood.
"Uh. Not that advanced."
"I asked Tai Ming yesterday. There is not a single professional singer among us."
"We gathered around a few singing enthusiasts. Dr. Lu and I will listen first. Can we do it?"
Song Yang scratched his head and said.
In his opinion, an organization like a theater troupe is both good and bad, and proficient in all kinds of weapons.
It would be a blessing for a guy like him to organize a condolence performance team.
"Your Majesty! Then why don't you ask this slave?" Tong Qian looked at Song Yang with some resentment.
"Your legs and feet are not in trouble, just take good care of them." Song Yang said with a smile.
"Your Majesty! My slave's legs and feet are injured, not her mouth!" Tong Qian corrected dissatisfiedly.
"Then you can sing?" Song Yang was stunned.
Yesterday afternoon, Yu Ming and Dr. Lu asked around, but they did not ask Tong Qian.
Tong Qian is the prince's maid, so it's not easy for Dr. Lu to ask her directly.
Song Yang himself never thought that Tong Qian could sing.
"Your Majesty! My Majesty asked the servants to sing it when they were admiring the flowers in the Royal Garden three years ago. You were still here at that time!" Tong Qian said with a look of resentment.
"Uh! Yes! There is such a thing! I forgot! I was so busy that I forgot!"
Song Yang thought about it for a while, and finally found some scenes from that year in his memory.
But he was only fifteen years old at the time, and it was someone else's memory. Now it made him think that it was so easy to remember singing a song.
"How about you... sing a few lines and listen?" Song Yang said sheepishly.
"Then... this slave will show his disgrace."
Tong Qian is a slave in the palace, and she has regarded Song Yang as her master since she was a child.
Song Yang asked her to sing a few lines, and Tong Qian naturally followed his orders.
Moreover, she really wanted to show off.
"We must let our prince know that we also have merits!"
"Ahem!"
Tong Qian cleared her throat and assumed a standing posture.
Song Yang nodded encouragingly with a smile.
"Su San left Hongdong County and came to the street. I felt so miserable before I spoke out. Gentlemen who passed by listened to my words."
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Tong Qian spoke in a mellow and beautiful way, which was completely incomparable to those four opera-loving girls.
"This...Miss Tong Qian sings so well!"
Doctor Lu on the side listened and admired from the bottom of his heart.
"Papa papa!" Song Yang also clapped.
"Not bad! Xiaoqian, you sang so well!"
"The little girl sang so well!"
"We are really ashamed of ourselves!"
"Young girl's voice is no worse than Sayuri's!"
"Isn't that right! To say that, you have to be a noble person from the royal palace to be of this level!"
The four singing girls also cheered.
They are just enthusiasts and consider themselves to be much inferior to Tong Qian.
"another one!"
"one comes!"
"The girl sang so well!"
The onlookers not far away also cheered.
Tong Qian finally found some sense of presence in front of the prince, and couldn't help but smile:
"My slave also knows many songs. Whatever the prince wants to hear, I will sing it to you."
Song Yang smiled and said:
"I am not in a hurry to listen to music now. I have an important task for you."
"It's up to you to form the artistic troupe for the performance!"
I wanted to say it was from a cultural troupe.
But when I think about it, how can there be any unity among these three or five people...
"Your Majesty! I don't want to do this!"
As soon as Song Yang finished speaking, Tong Qian's eyes suddenly turned red. After finishing her sentence, she limped towards the thatched hut.
"What...what happened?"
Song Yang looked confused: "I didn't say anything wrong, right? Why did she make her angry?"
Lu Jimin shook his head and said: "Confucius said, it is difficult to raise a villain and a woman. Even ordinary people don't know, so the prince should ask it himself."
How could an outsider get involved in the prince's family affairs?
Song Yang scratched his head and followed Tong Qian into the thatched house.
As soon as Tong Qian entered the room, she ran to the bed and sobbed softly.
"Xiaoqian... tell me, what's wrong with you?"
Song Yang reluctantly walked to the bedside and asked.
"My lord! Do you no longer want slaves?" Tong Qian raised her head and asked with red eyes.
"Uh! What's the matter?" Song Yang still didn't know why.
"Then why do you let your slave show off to the public? And if you ask your slave to perform for men you don't know, isn't that a violation of your slave?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Tong Qian started crying again as she spoke.
This made Song Yang look helpless.
"Oh! Xiaoqian! You have misunderstood me!"
"How can this king mean what you think!"
"What does the prince mean?" Tong Qian asked with coaxing eyes.
"I...um..."
Song Yang hesitated for a moment, then came up with an idea and said: "I want you to form a cultural... team!"
"I didn't ask you to perform in person!"
"You can teach them! Once you teach them, you can be the captain, and you don't have to perform!"
After speaking, Song Yang pointed to the four girls outside the door and said.
This shabby thatched hut doesn't even have a door.
When Song Yang pointed over there, Tong Qian saw the four of them looking over here.
"real?"
"Yeah! It's true! I can also deceive you into a little girl's movie!" Song Yang curled his lips and assured.
"Then...does the prince want to listen to his slaves singing operas in the future? Is it okay for the slaves to only sing operas for the prince in the future?"
Tong Qian's expression became normal and her mood seemed much better.
"Okay! From now on, you can sing exclusively for me!"
"Leave the performance to the four of them, but you have to teach them!"
"Yes! Don't worry, Your Majesty. Xiaoqian understands!" Tong Qian finally broke through tears and smiled.
But Song Yang said with a straight face: "Humph! You ran away before I finished speaking! It's really outrageous!"
"I..." Tong Qian pouted and was about to cry again.
Song Yang slapped Tong Qian on the buttocks and said seriously:
"Shut up! If you dare to cry again, I will slap you!"
"Yeah! It hurts!"
Tong Qian blushed and closed her mouth, not daring to cry anymore.
This slap is not very powerful, but the touch is perfect...