At three o'clock in the afternoon, the Dragon Head Hall gathered a lot of idle ladies and ladies, the favored ladies were in a hurry to prepare necessities and new clothes for the New Year, and those who came here for recreation were some of the concubines who were not very favored in the West Palace and were idle all year round.
There is a ground dragon underground in the dragon head hall, the temperature is suitable, the ladies wear thin satin big sleeve robes, sit in front of the yellow rosewood table in the dragon head hall, four people play mahjong around a table, there is mahjong sound everywhere here, the sound of silk and bamboo orchestra, the sound is pleasant.
The girls who sang on stage were not welcomed, because they had been listening to those little songs all year round, and they were tired of listening to them, and there was nothing new.
The ladies will sing the sound of the song as the background sound, mixed with mahjong sound, the whole dragon head hall resounded with a duet, but it also has a special taste.
"You don't have to be nervous about going on stage for the first time, even if you lose your voice."
Aunt Ping loves this little girl with an ordinary appearance and a good voice very much, and repeatedly reminds Mo Chengcheng that she must be calm.
Mo Chengcheng just smirked and touched his face, pretending to be a novice who was anxious.
After changing her clothes, with a phoenix mask on her face, she took a deep breath, behind the curtain of the master of ceremonies, she calmly walked to the center of the stands of the Dragon Head Palace, and the ladies in the audience were still rubbing mahjong, and some people were still shouting: "And" The musicians signaled for her to start, and after a gesture from the city, the music began.
Mo Chengcheng didn't care what the girls were doing, and coughed lightly, "A song of sweet honey, for everyone present" In the Dragon Head Palace, almost all the concubines who have lost their edges and personalities in the palace used to be innocent little girls, but now they have long lost their enthusiasm for life, and only have the consciousness of being a monk ringing the bell for a day.
Every month, they receive the monthly stipends, and every quarter the palace will give them silk and satin according to their rank, and they will not worry about food and clothing In addition to not being favored by the emperor, in this life, they have no worries about food and clothing, and they may go on like this.
Suddenly, a voice of tenderness like water reached everyone's ears.
"Sweet honey, you smile sweetly.
It's like flowers blooming in the spring breeze, blooming in the spring breeze, where, where have I seen you, your smile is so familiar.
I can't remember it for a moment.
Ah, in dreams in dreams, in dreams I have seen you.
Sweet, how sweet the smile is.
It's you, it's you, it's you who dreams of" It was an extremely seductive and sweet little song, but it was much better than the previous songs sung by the palace girls, which made them can't help but look back.
Who the hell is it There was a little girl in purple standing on the stage, wearing a phoenix mask, her face could not be seen clearly, but her voice was soft and clear, which made people very pleasant.
In less than two minutes, the song was finished.
Before the ladies could recover from this sweet little song, the little girl in the phoenix mask opened her mouth.
"Next is a song that won't let my tears stay with me for the night."
There is no long-winded words begging for rewards, nor any graceful and affectionate movements, with the accompaniment, a light but sad song flows out from under the phoenix mask, but it is for every ordinary lady to listen to it, tears appear in the corners of her eyes. aa2705221 t1706231537: