After Zhu Lin finished chanting softly, he had already walked to the stage and faced Qingying.

Lightly wiped her red eyes. After so many years, no one could understand her, including her parents.

So much so that later, Qingying could only invite a few people who practiced silk plays with her to come to the capital to barely live.

The song Zhu Lin sang for her now is like it was designed specifically for her, and every word and sentence directly touched her heart.

Qingying pursed her lips: "Young Master...what's name is this song?"

Zhu Lin smiled and said, "This song is called "Silk-Share Opera", which is specially sung for you."

"Sing for me?" Qingying covered her mouth with a bright light in her eyes: "Is it really... really young master?"

Zhu Lin nodded and said, "Of course, you will be able to use this song when you perform in the future, I will give it to you."

"I didn't expect Mr. Zhu, you can actually make a song in such a short time." Zhao Qian said in surprise: "The combination of lyrics and music is so wonderful."

Zhu Lin teased: "Miss Zhao has been polite and is not worth mentioning. I have finished listening to the song, let's go."

"Okay." Zhao Qian smiled at Qingying and said, "Miss Qingying, I will listen to your song next time, and we will leave first."

Qingying nodded slightly. She was a little curious about Zhu Lin's identity. Zhao Qian is Zhao Kuangyin's daughter. I'm afraid the person who can be received by Zhao Qian is not simple, right?

Zhu Lin took Qing'er's hand and walked out of the railing. At this time, Qingying shouted loudly: "Wait a minute!"

Zhu Lin was stunned. He turned around and asked, "Is there anything else for Miss Qingying?"

Under the veil, her light face was not visible, but her voice was as delicate as a mosquito: "Young Master, I want to combine the song and the play together to perform it again tomorrow. Will you come?"

"Of course I will come!" Zhu Lin said with a smile: "Since Miss Qingying has invited me, Zhu naturally wants to come. Goodbye, Miss Qingying."

Qing'er, who was pulled by Zhu Lin, thought it was not good, but looking at this posture... it was not very good.

When I walked out of the railing, the sun had already come out. It seemed that watching the play in the railing was really a waste of time. I was completely immersed in the opera. In the blink of an eye, a few hours passed.

"Task: Accompany Zhao Qian to play in Kaifeng."

“Completeness: 4 out of 10”

Walking out of Wa City, Zhu Lin asked, "Miss Zhao, let's go next?"

Zhao Qian was carrying her hands on her back. She was in a good mood after watching the opera. She smiled and said, "I didn't finish visiting Lingxin Jingyue Lake yesterday because of a special reason. Let's go today. And I heard that there are still activities in Lingxin Jingyue Lake today."

"Activity?"

Zhao Qian explained: "It is said that it was held by the boss of Fanlou, the best in Kaifeng. Participants can gather next to the Jingyue Lake of Lingxin, and then organize the judges to conduct a one-on-one poem. Those who pass the exam will enter Liuting to continue the competition."

"The winner will be produced in each of the six pavilions, and finally gathered at the seventh pavilion in the middle of the lake. The boss of Fanlou personally asked and answered questions. The winner can go to the fifth floor of Fanlou at night."

Zhu Lin became interested. Fanlou was very famous in later generations. Fanlou was originally a restaurant. Later, in order to expand his business, the boss of Fanlou built a flower building on the second floor of Fanlou.

So during the day, Fanlou is the most famous place to eat in Kaifeng. At night, it is also famous. Over time, Fanlou has been called Kaifeng's best.

The most important thing is that the fifth floor of Fanlou can even look directly at the top of the imperial city, which has never been seen in the past and later generations.

"Mr. Zhu must have heard of Fanlou." Zhao Qian asked, "Are Mr. Zhu willing to try it? I just heard the song that Mr. Zhu sang temporarily, so Mr. Zhu must be a talented person."

"Go and go!" Qing'er shook Zhu Lin's hand: "Dian...Young Master, let's go!" She had heard of the reputation of Fanlou for a long time, and Qing'er wanted to go and take a look, but she was afraid that Zhu Lin would not want to go.

But Qing'er didn't know that there was a flower building on the second floor of Fan Building, otherwise she would definitely not want Zhu Lin to participate in this poem competition.

"Then go." Zhu Lin smiled and touched Qing'er's pretty head: "Qing'er said, how can you not go?"
Chapter completed!