Following behind yunqingqing''s maid, Jiang Fan quickly came to the door of a wing room on the second floor.

    All the way up the stairs, Jiang Fan always felt that the maid looked at him strangely. If she wanted to explain, she didn''t know where to start for a while, which made Jiang Fan feel depressed and want to vomit blood.

    Pushed open the door of the wing room, yunqingqing''s maid led Jiang Fan into it. The cloud everyone sat in the hall of the wing room, with plain hands, brewing tea.

    The maid came to yunqingqing''s ear and whispered a few words.

    The voice was so subtle that Jiang Fan didn''t hear what he said clearly.

    You can see that Yun Qingqing immediately looked stunned, and looked at him in surprise. Even if Jiang Fan didn''t hear clearly, he could guess some.

    Wronged

    Jiang Fan looked up at the ceiling of the wing room. For a time, he was loveless.

    But Yun Qingqing couldn''t help laughing and waved her handmaid back.

    After the maid left the wing room and closed the door of the wing room, she got up with a smile and said, "please take a seat, young master Jiang. Try the tea art of the people''s women and see if it suits the taste of young master Jiang."

    "Er, Miss Yun, why are you looking for me? Why don''t you make it clear first, or I can''t drink tea."

    Jiang Fan came forward and sat opposite yunqingqing, slightly embarrassed.

    "Can''t you invite Mr. Jiang to tea if you have nothing to do? After leaving Fujiang Park, Mr. Jiang''s talent shocked the world and made the people''s women yearn for it. That''s why Mr. Jiang should be so vigilant, regardless of his reserve. Please come and have a chat with Mr. Jiang?"

    Yunqingqing poured a cup of tea for Jiang Fan and gently brought it to Jiang Fan.

    "Cough, poetry is just a path. It can''t settle the country at the top and cover the body and stomach at the bottom. It really can''t be regarded as Miss Yun''s fallacious praise."

    Jiang Fan said as politely as possible.

    As long as he is in this world, he will try to fit the characteristics of this world in his speaking habits, which is also a kind of self-protection.

    "I didn''t expect that childe Jiang is not only talented but also so noble. Obviously, he has unparalleled attainments in the way of poetry, but he is not proud of it. Compared with those so-called talents who have a little talent and can''t be publicized all over the world, I don''t know how much higher the realm is. The people''s women replace wine with tea and give childe Jiang a toast."

    Yunqingqing said with a smile, raised his teacup and drank it in one gulp.

    What does this have to do with character? I really think poetry is useless... Besides, I don''t make those poems. How can I be proud of being a standard copycat?

    Jiang Fan smiled and drank the tea in the cup.

    Unexpectedly, the tea tastes quite good.

    "Mr. Jiang, the people''s daughter is very grateful that you can come to the appointment today. The reason why you invited Mr. Jiang to come is not only because you want to see Mr. Jiang''s style again, but also because the people''s daughter has already composed the music for the previous song ''when will the bright moon be there'', so you want to play and sing for Mr. Jiang alone. Please also ask Mr. Jiang to give advice."

    Yunqingqing put down the teacup and said softly.

    I wanted to listen to music.

    Speaking of it, it seems that Prince Wu did mention when he was in Fujiang park that if anyone can make poems that make Yun Qingqing eye-catching, then Yun Qingqing will compose music.

    Then play and sing for the people who write poetry alone.

    Thinking of this, Jiang fan is inexplicably disappointed.

    "I''ve heard that cloud people are excellent at both piano and dance. It''s really a great pleasure to listen to them today. Please, cloud people, but I''m a vulgar person. If I can''t hear good or bad later, I hope cloud people will forgive me."

    Pressed down the inexplicable disappointment in his heart, Jiang Fan said with a smile.

    "If childe Jiang is a vulgar person, I''m afraid there will be no refined scholars in this world."

    Yun Qingqing said with a smile. At the same time, he got up, came to the corner of the hall and sat in front of a zither.

    With a touch of plain hands, after adjusting two notes, the piano tune suddenly spread like mountains and flowing water.

    Then, the clouds were green and thin, and the sound of nature suddenly sounded. Jiang Fan''s eyes couldn''t help staring, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

    Sounds good!

    Although the music sounds quite general, it may be limited by the times, which makes this music really not attractive from Jiang Fan''s appreciation level.

    But yunqingqing''s voice is really good!

    So that in this timbre, the mediocrity of the song was completely ignored by Jiang Fan.

    At the end of the song, Yun Qingqing closed his voice and played the piano. He looked forward to Jiang Fan and said, "what do you think of Mr. Jiang?"

    "Er, Miss Yun''s voice is really like the sound of nature. It''s a great enjoyment to listen to miss Yun sing."

    Jiang Fan said with a smile.

    Yun Qingqing listened to Jiang Fan''s praise, but she didn''t look happy. Instead, she blinked and said, "childe Jiang means that people''s women only have a good voice, but is this song actually very general?"

    "Ah? Well... It''s OK."

    Jiang Fan scratched his head and didn''t know how to evaluate it for a while.

    "Please teach me, childe Jiang."

    Yunqingqing stood up and solemnly saluted.

    Jiang fan is a little tangled. What comes to mind is the version of "when will the bright moon exist" sung by the princess of heaven in her own world.

    With the ethereal voice of the princess, that version of "when will the moon appear" is perfect.

    Speaking of... Yunqingqing''s voice is quite similar to the princess.

    "I''m sorry, Mr. Jiang. I don''t know how important it is. I hope Mr. Jiang won''t take it to heart."

    Looking at Jiang Fan''s hesitation, Yun Qingqing instinctively thought that Jiang Fan didn''t want to teach her, so she quickly opened her mouth and said.

    "Ah? No, no, but I have a bad voice, so don''t be disappointed, Miss Yun."

    Jiang Fan waved his hand again and again.

    "The voice is not good? That is to say, young master Jiang did a song for the song ''when will the moon have''?"

    Yun Qingqing asked with a little surprise.

    "Count... Count it? Anyway, I''ll sing it to miss Yun for you."

    Jiang Fan coughed twice, cleared his throat, and then sang the princess''s version of "when will the bright moon have" in the eyes of yunqingqing.

    What makes Jiang fan happy is that after entering the product, his control over his body has greatly increased, which has significantly improved his ability to control his voice!

    At least when you sing this song ''when will the moon be there'', it won''t be out of tune

    As Jiang Fan sang the tune, Yun Qingqing had a confused expression on his face.

    It''s the first time she''s heard such a tune!

    However, the confused expression did not last long, but was directly replaced by the shocking emotion!

    Because she suddenly realized that the music style Jiang Fan was singing was a complete subversion to the current composition methods and habits!

    The key is... It sounds like she was baptized!

    This young master Jiang''s talent is so strong that he has reached the level of founding a sect?!