The most feared thing is that the atmosphere suddenly becomes quiet.

A large number of people here, whether nobles or literary masters or young elites, even those servants and maids, are not really stupid. How could they not hear Su Feng trying to maintain a humble tone, and he couldn't help but be angry.

Bachelor Su, Xiao, was not very good at dealing with Yan Jidao because of his father's past.

Looking at his gentle and elegant temperament, he probably doesn't like Yan Jidao's style of drinking and engaging in the atmosphere.

What's more, Chen and Yao Niang are indeed kind to Su Erlang.

And Yan Jidao's joy at the corners of his eyes and mouth suddenly disappeared.

He changed his relaxed attitude that he had maintained since the beginning of the banquet, straightened his back and stared at Su Xi, his eyes full of Shen Yan's playful thoughts.

What do these juniors think of him as?

They really feel that Yan Xiaoshan inherited the style of the Huajian Ci School of Later Shu, and his character has become extremely romantic and disrespectful to his elders?

Su Xi, your father, Grand Secretary of Su Shi, and Grand Master Dongpo, can you only know how to grow radish and stew pork when you take off your court clothes, and you don’t have the charm of playing poems and appreciating colors?

How did your little girl named Wang Chaoyun follow your father? You Su Erlang didn't know what happened? I just thought that your father was sent to Huizhou again last year, and he felt a little pity. Your disrespect to me is like a sudden rain in summer, and you will come to me as soon as you say it.

However, although Yan Jidao was quite unhappy with Su Xi's words, he glanced at Yao Huan standing there with his shoulders and sleeves down, and he was indeed a little unbearable.

It is not an exaggeration for those who don’t know it. Where did I bully her?

Yan Jidao was so old that he had a conceited and handsome look. Seeing this pretty little chef, he was very enthusiastic with her aunt, how could he see the widow's sadness and resentment? Oh, when Su Erlang said this, and then looking at her dress carefully, she was indeed dull and old-fashioned, not as bright as a young lady.

The wrinkles on Yan Jidao's face were still stretched out in a harmonious manner, but he was an elder and was unwilling to take the initiative to lower his posture when he was so a little bit disguised by Su Hui's face in public.

He simply said "Oh" in a deep voice, continued to stare at Su Xi, and did not speak, but wanted to see how this young life ended.

Yao Huan had already come back to his senses at this time.

She said in her heart, I'll go, and finally hold on to the end of the banquet until the end of the banquet, but we, Party B, offended Party A's father's distinguished guest because of trivial matters. Not to mention the previous efforts of this project, I will not accept the orders for big fat meat such as family banquet afternoon tea in the circle of powerful people in the capital in the future!

As for this senior Yan Jidao, hey, to be honest, what kind of people do at the dinner table is that Yao Huan did with her colleagues to do project social engagements with her bosses of all sizes in her lifetime.

No matter whether it is state-owned enterprises, private enterprises or government agencies and institutions, middle-aged and elderly men who are in high positions and powerful positions, or even if they are not very high positions and are not very powerful, will be full of enthusiasm when they drink, and their bodies are shining with the human brilliance of "I am a big shot in C".

Either "I have read a few good books recently and I have to talk to you", or "Come on, come on, you all listen to me to analyze China-US relations", or "You guys are not good nowadays, think about our back then..." or "Secretary Wang brought my phone and I want to call anyone in the city..."

Thinking about this, looking back at Yan Jidao, his style is really not low. He just asked a girl to write a word together, neither saying jokes nor drinking.

When Yao Huan thought of this, he saw his aunt feel a little guilty in her nervousness. Su Hui was mixed with a hint of stubbornness in her solemnity. Yan Jidao's leisurely face was faintly cold. What the prince-in-law Wang Shi wanted to say seemed to be still considering. Zeng Wei, the fourth uncle Zeng looked at him with thoughts and helplessness...

Well, what a big deal, just sing a song?

Miss Cuixiu, a fairy-like art troupe pillar, also sang two songs openly. I, a cook who came to cook, have some stinky airs?

Cheng, my uncles and brothers, I dedicate the good song to you!

Yao Huan then raised his head and said to Su Huawanwan first: "Thank you, the second brother of the Su family, for state affairs first and family affairs later. Since the heavens and the heavens are separated forever, they are also relieved and comforted by relatives and friends, and take care of them. My younger sister has already let go of a lot."

Immediately, she turned to Yan Jidao and said respectfully: "Mr. Yan, the foolish woman does not understand the rhythm and artistic conception of the lyrics. She can't write it even if she can write it. But just now, Mr. Yan talked about the grievances of people and the pain of longing for love. He reminded me of when he was in Qinzhou, when he heard the wife and daughter of a merchant from the south sang a song of separation and resentment. Today, I also learned to sing a paragraph, hoping not to smear the ears of the kings."

Su Xi looked carefully and saw Yao Huan's expression calm and calm. He didn't think he was too abrupt for her. Instead, he turned his broad-minded look, nodded at Yao Huan, and sat down.

Yan Jidao looked at Su Xi, sniffed in his heart, and immediately became interested in his face, smiling at Wang Shen and Huang Tingjian, "The folk songs in the South should be excellent. But since there is no name for the lyrics and card, I can't play Cuixiu, so I'll do it, so I'll do this little lady Yao sing it directly."

Yao Huan then gave a big gift and asked Cui Xiu for Hongya.

When Yao Huan was selling chicken feet by the Bian River, he saw street artists use this red teeth. In fact, it was made of two pieces of sandalwood for rhythm.

She cleared her throat, tried to hit the red-toothed wooden board twice, and sang:

"I am sad to see the scattered red dancing, and I remember the first time I met the flowers. I can't help but shed tears. At this time, I am lucky that the moon is hazy. How to control my sorrow, sorrow is the same. If love can be communicated, there is no need to send each other. Leave the sorrow away, please take care of me tonight. When will I meet again? I am afraid that we will meet again. The lover in my arms is resentful, but we cannot tolerate each other. The lover cries silently, so why don't my heart hurt?"

It’s actually Danny Chan’s “Take Care Tonight”!

Yao Huan sang and she became emotional.

Danny Chan is her favorite singer. "Take good things tonight" is her favorite song among Danny Chan's songs.

She likes Danny Chan’s silence and gentleness when singing, and likes the lyrics of "Take More Care Tonight" and the light melody with a very rhythmic sense of lyrics.

She even felt that in this Song Dynasty collection in 1095 AD, Lin Xifang Wenshan could not match the top Song lyrics, but only Zheng Guoqiang wrote the song "Take more care tonight".

More importantly, this is a Cantonese song!

Guangdong, which is partially located, rarely experiences wars like the Central Plains, so it still retains a large number of language and cultural customs from the Han and Tang Dynasties a thousand years later. The pronunciation system of Cantonese dialects in later generations has neat correspondence rules with the pronunciation system of "Qiyun", which can be understood as the appearance of Cantonese is similar to that of Chinese during the Sui and Tang Dynasties. Many of the standard pronunciations in "The Great Song Re-education of Guangyun" during the Zhenzong period can be found in later generations.

When Yao Huan sang the first line, "When I see the lingering red dancing in the middle of the flowers, I remember the first time I met in the flowers", the singer named Cuixiu already understood it.

But in addition to listening to the lyrics, she was also trying to figure out the melody that Yao Huan sang.

Cui Xiu likes this little chef who is neither humble nor arrogant in front of male authorities. Yao Huan's dedication and sincerity when singing reminds Cui Xiu of her friend who makes a living in the Liumo Flower Canal in the east of the city...

People who can sing are always very sensitive to the direction of the melody. Cui Xiu listened to Yao Huan's song almost ending, hurriedly held the pipa and raised his body, pointed to the strings of the pipa, and signaled Yao Huan that he could accompany her again.

Yao Huan smiled knowingly.

In her previous life, she was admitted to the ninth level of Guzheng in her amateur class. Of course, she understood that it is not uncommon for a person like Cui Xiu who is truly proficient in musical instruments to be able to read the scores by listening to it once.

"Take More Tonight" is written only in 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, without 4 and 7, and without semitones. It is the Han people's pentagonal scale, with a strong sense of melody and rhythm, which is most suitable for stringed instruments such as pipa and guzheng. When the jade wrist of the green sleeves and jade wrists are raised, the silk strings are tinging, and a melody that is completely unchanging will sound.

Yao Huan smiled at her, walked to her like a confidant, and started singing for the second time.

The sound of the pipa is like a jade bead falling on the plate, and the singing voice is as graceful as the spring oriole is light.

For a moment, everyone present was fascinated by the songs presented by the two beauties.

After the Nanmu desk, Zeng Wei stared at Yao Huan, feeling that for the first time, he had a serious desire for this little lady who was jealous of the plum, as chrysanthemum, and as sweet as osmanthus.

As the atmosphere of the banquet gradually returned to a ease and smooth atmosphere, behind the crowd, Yanzhi, the little maid from Wang Shiguo, could no longer help but hear the words "When will we meet again? I am afraid that we will meet again?" and quickly lowered our heads and let the two tears that gushed out of our eyes fall on the soil silently and quickly.
Chapter completed!