Chapter 87 This song should only be found in the sky
Following maid Yun Qingqing, Jiang Fan quickly arrived at the door of a wing on the second floor.
All the way up the stairs, Jiang Fan always felt that the maid looked at him in a strange way, but when he wanted to explain, he didn't know where to start, which made Jiang Fan so depressed that he almost wanted to vomit blood.
After pushing open the door of the wing, Yun Qingqing's maid led Jiang Fan inside. Mr. Yun was sitting in the hall of the wing, making tea with his bare hands.
The maid came close to Yun Qingqing's ear and whispered a few words.
The voice was so soft that Jiang Fan couldn't hear clearly what was said.
But when he saw Yun Qingqing's expression of astonishment and her eyes looking over in astonishment, Jiang Fan could guess something even if he didn't hear clearly.
Unjustly accused...
Jiang Fan raised his head and looked at the ceiling of the wing, feeling hopeless for a moment.
Yun Qingqing couldn't help but chuckle and waved her hand for the maid to leave.
After the maid left the wing and closed the door, she stood up with a smile and said: "Master Jiang, please take a seat and try the folk girl's tea art to see if it suits Master Jiang's taste.
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"Well, why did Miss Yun come to me? Why don't you explain it clearly first, otherwise I won't be able to drink the tea safely."
Jiang Fan stepped forward and sat across from Yun Qingqing, and said slightly awkwardly.
"Can't we invite Young Master Jiang to tea if we have nothing to do? We say goodbye to Mr. Jiang in the Fujiang Garden. Young Master Jiang's talent is so astonishing that ordinary women can't help but yearn for it. So they ignore their reserve and invite Mr. Jiang to come and have a talk. Why should Mr. Jiang have any trouble?
So vigilant?"
While Yun Qingqing was talking, she poured a cup of tea for Jiang Fan and gently brought it to Jiang Fan.
"Ahem, poetry is just a small way. It can't stabilize the country at the top, and can't cover the body and feed the belly at the bottom. It's really not worthy of Miss Yun's ridiculous praise."
Jiang Fan said as politely as possible to Zou Zou.
As long as he is in this world, he will try his best to adapt to the characteristics of this world in his speaking habits. This can also be regarded as a kind of self-protection.
"I didn't expect that Mr. Jiang is not only amazingly talented, but also has such a noble character. He is obviously unparalleled in poetry, but he is not proud of it. He is like those so-called people who have a little talent and want to spread it to the world.
Compared with the talented man, I don’t know how much higher his realm is. The folk girl offered tea instead of wine and gave Mr. Jiang a cup."
Yun Qingqing said with a smile, raised her tea cup, and drank it all in one gulp.
What does this have to do with character? I really feel that poetry is useless... Besides, those poems were not written by me. How could I, a standard copywriter, be proud of this?
Jiang Fan laughed sarcastically and drank the tea in the cup.
Unexpectedly, the tea tastes quite good.
"Mr. Jiang, I am very grateful that you can come to the appointment today. The reason why I invited Mr. Jiang here is not only because I want to see Mr. Jiang's grace again, but also because the previous song "When will the bright moon come" has already been composed by the people.
The song is ready, so I would like to play it and sing it for Mr. Jiang alone, and also ask Mr. Jiang for his comments."
Yun Qingqing put down her teacup and said softly.
It turned out that I wanted to let myself listen to the music.
Speaking of which, when he was at Fujiang Garden before, Prince Wu seemed to have mentioned that if anyone could write a poem that caught Yun Qingqing's attention, then Yun Qingqing would compose the music.
Then sing and play alone for the person who composed the poem.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan felt inexplicably disappointed.
"I've heard before that Master Yun is a master of piano and dance. It's a great pleasure to be able to listen to it with my own ears today. Please forgive me, Master Yun. It's just that I'm a vulgar person. If I can't tell the difference after a while, I hope Master Yun will do it."
Forgive me."
Jiang Fan suppressed the inexplicable disappointment in his heart and said with a smile.
"If Mr. Jiang is a vulgar person, then I am afraid there will be no refined people in this world."
Yun Qingqing said with a smile, stood up at the same time, came to the corner of the hall, and sat in front of a guzheng.
After gently stroking it with my bare hands and adjusting the tone twice, the tunes of the piano suddenly spread like mountains and rivers.
Immediately afterwards, Yun Qingqing spat out her thin lips, and the sound of nature suddenly sounded. Jiang Fan's eyes widened slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Sounds good!
Although the music sounds quite ordinary, it may be due to the limitation of the times, which makes this kind of music really unattractive from Jiang Fan's level of appreciation.
But Yun Qingqing’s voice is really nice!
So much so that under this timbre, the mediocrity of the music was completely ignored by Jiang Fan.
After the song ended, Yun Qingqing stopped playing the piano, looked at Jiang Fan expectantly, and said, "What do you think, Mr. Jiang?"
"Well, Miss Yun's voice is indeed like the sound of nature. It is really a great pleasure to listen to Miss Yun singing."
Jiang Fan said with a smile.
Yun Qingqing listened to Jiang Fan's praise, but she didn't show any joy. Instead, she blinked her eyes and said, "Mr. Jiang means that folk girls only have nice voices, but is this song actually very ordinary?"
"Ah? This...is not bad."
Jiang Fan scratched his head and didn't know how to evaluate it for a while.
"Please Mr. Jiang teach me."
Yun Qingqing stood up and made a blessing ceremony solemnly.
Jiang Fan was a little confused, but what came to his mind was the version of "When Will the Bright Moon Come" sung by the Queen of Heaven and Princess in his own world.
Paired with the princess's ethereal voice, the version of "When Will the Bright Moon Come" is perfect.
Speaking of which... Yun Qingqing's voice is really similar to that of the princess.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang. It's Qingqing who doesn't know what's serious. I hope Mr. Jiang won't take it to heart."
Seeing Jiang Fan hesitate, Yun Qingqing instinctively thought that Jiang Fan didn't want to teach her, so she hurriedly spoke.
"Ah? No, it's just that I don't have a nice voice, so Miss Yun, don't feel disappointed."
Jiang Fan waved his hands repeatedly.
"You have a bad voice? That means Mr. Jiang really composed the song 'When will the bright moon come'?"
Yun Qingqing asked slightly surprised.
"So... right? Anyway, I'll sing it to Miss Yun, so you can listen to it."
Jiang Fan coughed twice, cleared his throat, and then sang the princess's version of "When Will the Bright Moon Come" under Yun Qingqing's extremely expectant eyes.
What makes Jiang Fan a little happy is that after entering the product, his control over his body has greatly increased, and his ability to control the sound of his voice has also been significantly improved!
At least when I sing this song "When will the bright moon come", I won't go out of tune...
Yun Qingqing, on the other hand, had a confused expression on her face as soon as Jiang Fan sang the tune.
This was the first time she heard such a genre of music!
However, the confused expression did not last long and was directly replaced by the shocked emotion!
Because she suddenly realized that the style of music Jiang Fan was singing was a complete subversion of the current composition methods and habits!
The key is...it sounds so good that she feels as if she has been baptized!
Is Mr. Jiang's talent enough to establish a sect?!