The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 1542 The voice of vicissitudes, isn't the voice of husband more vicissitudes of life than Erlang's? Ask for subscription

Fang Xuanling was also a little dazed, staring blankly at Erlang who had just been singing.

The vicissitudes, emotions, and heart-moving songs in that vigorousness were actually sung from the mouth of the inconspicuous Erlang.

This is really unbelievable to the grand prince Fang, after all, this is really too far from his own Jiro's sexual desire.

Those lyrics seem to be too straightforward, but after the interpretation of Jiro's voice.

That kind of emotional expression is so strong that people forget the simplicity and straightforwardness of the lyrics

Is this really the old man's Jiro? This kid actually has such talent?

Although this kind of talent is not comparable to piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy, what he sings is not the kind of sluggish voice of Goulan Pavilion, but the singing that can move people's hearts.

Since ancient times, sing with drums, or sing with sound, these words are naturally used to describe those celebrities.

As a heir to poetry and books, Fang Xuanling naturally yearned for those famous and romantic figures in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and there is no good wife in the family. Of course, it is impossible for an old man to be that kind of person.

However, it’s not impossible to be envious, and if his own Jiro’s voice sings those famous Wei Jin songs, he will definitely

"Husband?" I don't know when, Lu Shi has already come to the front, looking suspiciously at the dilated husband.

After waking up, Fang Xuanling hurriedly sat up straight, and glanced at the Jiro who was standing in place and looked at her with some uneasiness.

I couldn't help but subconsciously snorted again, and then saw his wife Lu's original gentle eyes as if it turned into a blade.

Fang Daxiangye was so upset and reluctant to be honest. "You, you have a good voice."

"However, when you learn music, you can learn music, and use the barrel to hit the case. Isn't there a drum in the mansion?"

"Also, as an official, why do you want to learn music?"

"It was the two brothers who taught me, say yes." Fang Jun's face began to flush, and his eyebrows raised his eyes, not knowing how to explain.

Seeing what Erlang looked like, if Lu Shi realized something, he quickly stepped forward and smiled.

"Master is right, Erlang, learning tunes is a good thing, but you don't want to break the Zihao pen your father gave you, you know?"

Lu's comforted Fang Jun again, and asked him to go back to the house to reflect on it first.

Looking at the back of the tall and burly Erlang, and the green butterfly who is striding lightly and quickly catching up.

The corners of Lu's mouth rose involuntarily, his eyes slanted. "Fang Shen."

"What's your order, Madam?"

"Go, find a noodle drum for the second son, if you don't have one in the mansion, hurry up and buy it, don't delay the second son learning music."

"Good Madam" Fang Shen hurriedly respected himself, glanced at the master in the house, couldn't help but whispered towards Lu's.

"Madam, our second son, we really have a good voice, just now we almost sang the villain to tears."

Hearing this, Lu Shi couldn't help but grinned and nodded deeply.

After thinking for a while, he stopped Fang Shen again, and whispered a few words, Fang Shen nodded and replied.

"Madam, don't worry, the villain understands."

Lu Shi turned around and walked into the house, rubbing his hands with a radiant face, and walked to his husband.

"I didn't expect that our family Jiro could still have this ability."

Fang Xuanling sighed softly while caressing Changbeu.

"Doesn't you know how to sing songs? What's the matter with this? Lady, don't be too used to this kid."

"Master, you don't want to think about it, our Jiro, except for dancing spears and sticks, we can't do anything.

Now that I can sing songs all of a sudden, and I still sing so well, can I praise him as a mother? "

"Huh, I can sing a song, but not poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy"

Fang Xuanling was not willing to be authentic, but her voice was more confusing.

Then the conversation changed, and his tone showed the momentum of the Fang Family Patriarch.

"What can the lady find out, why do those two demon moths teach us Erlang to learn to sing?"

"Two demon husbands, keep your voice down." Lu Shi gave a dumbfounded look at her husband.

Whether it was Cheng Saburo, who was driven into the East Palace by his Majesty and the Supreme Emperor, who had copied weapons and fled in embarrassment.

It was the Royal Highness King Wu who had a crown of jade and a bad stomach, and those two demon moths were not easy to provoke.

"Hmph, the old man asked Erlang to stay in the house honestly, just because he didn't want to cause something to break the marriage before he got married."

"Who would have thought that those two guys came to the house unexpectedly, alas"

"Okay, okay, husband, don't worry about it. The concubine body will pay attention and will definitely find out what's going on."

Lu Shi smiled and filled Fang Xuanling with a cup of tea, and he couldn't help sighing in sorrow.

"I didn't expect that our Erlang could sing songs, and they can sing so well."

Fang Xuanling couldn't help being subconsciously authentic. "The song is sung well, but the words are messy

The two-wheeled carriage parked in front of Hanguang Gate took away the last yellow leaf. "

"The old man doesn't understand, who is provoking the two-wheeled carriage parked in front of Hanguang Gate? If it doesn't carry people, it will carry the fallen leaves?"

Seeing her husband frequently complaining, Lu couldn't help but laugh, and patted her husband.

"Well, husband. This word, although weird and too simple, but don't you think it's catchy?"

When it comes to this, Lu Shi can't sit still. "Husband, why don't we go to Erlang's place to see?"

"What do you do with him?" Fang Xuanling looked at his wife Lu Shi suspiciously.

"My concubine thinks that our Erlang sings well, and that vicissitudes of life is really unique and tight, so I want to listen to it again."

"The old man still has official duties. Madam, if you would like to listen, you can go."

Fang Xuanling wasn't happy, although he was a little tempted, but he was a dear father and couldn't hold back this face.

Seeing her husband's appearance, how Lu's didn't know her husband's thoughts, and after leaving him with a smile, he hurried away.

Fang Xuanling waited until Lu Shi left the room and couldn't help but utter a sentence in a low voice. "Is it that nice?"

"The voice of the vicissitudes of life, isn't my husband's voice more vicissitudes of life than Erlang's?"

Then the Grand Master Fang glanced across the empty room, took a sip of the tea soup, cleared his throat, and hummed softly.

"The snow in the fifteenth year of Zhenguan is more than ever before?"

At this moment, when he heard footsteps passing by outside the house, Master Fang hurriedly picked up a book and took it in his hand.

With a majestic gaze, he looked at the booklet in his hand with a serious expression, and looked extremely focused.

After the sound of footsteps drifted away, from time to time, a soft, slightly hoarse voice hummed from outside the house.

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