"I heard from your father that you are good at singing, so let's get started." Jiang Siming said leisurely.
Dong Xuan sat down obediently, straightened the piano, and started to play the strings with Cong Cong's ten fingers.
Immediately afterwards, Dong Xuan opened his mouth and started singing. A song from a thousand years ago, "The Book of Songs: Southwest Wind," came from Dong Xuan's mouth.
Dong Xuan's voice is very beautiful, just like an oriole.
Even though the ancient songs were very simple, singing them from her mouth gave a different kind of auditory experience.
Jiang Siming closed his eyes, sipped his wine, and listened to the ancient girl singing.
At the same time, Jiang Siming felt a little regretful. It would have been nice if Diao Chan was here.
Dong Xuan is good at singing, but Diao Chan is good at dancing. Diao Chan's dancing posture is absolutely unmatched by anyone in this Han world.
The charm and delicacy of ancient dance came out of her, and it was more beautiful than any modern dance Jiang Siming had ever seen.
If the two of them get together and sing and dance, it will definitely be better than watching TV~
After playing and singing, Dong Xuan ended.
Jiang Siming opened his eyes and clapped his hands.
"It plays well and sings even better, but there are still some small flaws. If they can be corrected, it will be even more flawless." Jiang Siming said approvingly.
Dong Xuan's beautiful eyes were amazed, and she asked in surprise: "Does the Prime Minister also know this song (singing)?"
Jiang Siming smiled and said: "Like you, I also understand a little bit."
Dong Xuan blushed, and then said shyly: "Then please give me some advice~"
Jiang Siming was not a braggart and immediately used his singing experience to teach Dong Xuan a lot of things.
Dong Xuan received Jiang Siming's training and teaching, which was like an enlightenment. She benefited a lot, and she admired Jiang Siming even more in her heart.
I didn’t expect that the prime minister, who has more than ten thousand people and is responsible for everything every day, would understand this. It’s really amazing~
"Just in time, I'll give you another piece of music. It's up to you whether you can learn it or not."
After Jiang Siming finished speaking, he composed a new song for Dong Xuan, a famous song only available in the Song Dynasty.
As if Dong Xuan had found a treasure, he firmly memorized this piece of music.
"Thank you, Prime Minister, for your teachings and for giving me such a beautiful piece of music. My young lady, Dong Xuan, thanks the Prime Minister for your great kindness."
Dong Xuan thanked her happily, but at the same time she was even more worried. She was worried that Jiang Siming thought she was very good and recommended her to Liu Xie.
Jiang Siming laughed and stood up from his seat.
"I'm very happy to hear your beautiful singing voice. If you really want to thank me, just practice the song I gave you and sing it to me when the time comes, okay?"
"Dong Xuan...obey." Dong Xuan was delighted. Jiang Siming liked to hear her sing, which made her very happy.
"Well, it's time for me to go back." Jiang Siming smiled, took big steps, and planned to leave.
"Prime Minister...Prime Minister..."
Dong Xuan boldly stopped Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming stopped and turned back in confusion.
Dong Xuan tried hard to calm down her breathing, and finally plucked up the courage, lowered her head and whispered: "Prime Minister, can you... don't betroth me to the emperor..."
"Oh? Don't you want to marry the emperor?" Jiang Siming looked at her, but Dong Xuan didn't dare to look at her.
He didn't answer either, just like a silent child, resisting and answering in silence.
Seeing this, Jiang Siming turned around with interest and walked over to Dong Xuan.
The good smell of Dong Xuan's body fragrance made Jiang Siming couldn't help but take a few more sniffs.
This is just a subconscious action.
But she didn't expect that Dong Xuan would notice it at such a close distance.
The little girl suddenly blushed and almost buried her head in her chest...
"The truth is, if you don't want to marry the emperor, do you already have a sweetheart who will be privately engaged to him for the rest of your life?"
Jiang Siming asked, it seems that many girls in ancient times were like this.
The drama of a rich man's daughter falling in love with a poor scholar and committing to a life-long private relationship can be seen in countless TV shows and novels.
Unexpectedly, Dong Xuan quickly shook her head and said: "No, Dong Xuan has never made a lifelong commitment to another man."
"Then why don't you want to marry the emperor? You know, after marrying the emperor, after a country is established, your Dong family will become royal relatives, and your father will be the uncle of the country."
Jiang Siming asked.
Dong Xuan was not interested in the "big cakes" described by Jiang Siming, and said pitifully: "I...I don't want to be a queen..."
After saying that, Dong Xuan looked up at Jiang Siming with a guilty conscience and boldness.
If Jiang Siming can no longer see this, he will be wasting all his wives at home.
"Then do you want to marry me?"
When Jiang Siming opened his mouth, Dong Xuan was so shocked that his soul almost flew away.
His head felt like paste, and Dong Xuan's skin was hot from head to toe.
Jiang Si knew clearly, but he deliberately teased her, pretending to be disappointed and said: "I understand the truth. It seems that the truth is not your ideal one."
When Dong Xuan heard this, he quickly raised his head and said, "No...no, I...well!"
Before Dong Xuan finished speaking, a strong hand grasped her slim waist and pulled her into a warm and broad embrace.
Immediately afterwards, her small mouth was blocked...
After about half a cup of tea, Jiang Siming walked out of the banquet hall, leaving Dong Xuan, who was blushing and panting, with her hair and clothes a little messy, and reluctantly watched Jiang Siming leave.
Then she quickly took care of her clothes and hair, walked briskly and happily, and left shyly with her guqin in her arms...
After going to court the next day, Dong Cheng asked Jiang Siming if his daughter could become the queen.
Jiang Siming gave him a very clear reply, no.
Dong Cheng was greatly disappointed and got drunk when he returned to Dong Mansion. On the other hand, Dong Xuan was very happy in her boudoir, with Jiang Siming's figure all over her head.
The fact that Dong Cheng's daughter did not fall in the Prime Minister's eyes soon spread among the officials, and Fu Zhan became more active in preparing his daughter so that the Prime Minister could take his fancy.
"Dad, Shou'er doesn't want to be a queen, Shou'er wants to be a general, a female general like the prime minister who conquers the world."
In Fu Zhan's mansion, his daughter Fu Shou boldly told her father her dream.
"Nonsense! How can a woman become an army? I shouldn't have let your mother teach you how to practice kung fu. It's all my fault for spoiling you." Fu Zhan said angrily.
Fu Shou pouted and defended: "Dad, who said women can't join the army? Even Uncle Fu, a general, can't defeat his daughter. He also said that if Shou'er were a man, he would definitely become an indomitable general!"
"That's what your uncle coaxed you to do. You should learn the female precepts from me! If you can't make the Prime Minister get what he wants, see how I deal with you, huh!"
Instead of being convinced, Fu Shou replied: "Then I will show my martial arts skills to the prime minister and ask him to take me into the army and make contributions to the Fu family!"
"You..." Fu Zhan was so angry that he could hardly speak.
But there was nothing he could do about Fu Shou, who spoiled this girl rotten by letting him dote on her since childhood.
"Lock the young lady up for me. She is not allowed to leave the room without reciting the female commandments."
Fu Zhan could only do it hard.
"Dad! Dad! Let me out~"
Behind him, there was the sound of Fu Shou knocking on the door.
Fu Zhan sighed helplessly, really doubting that he was raising not a daughter but a son... (To be continued)