Please bring my song back to your home, please leave your smile! Tomorrow, tomorrow, this song will fly all over the world, tomorrow, tomorrow, this smile will be all over the fields of spring flowers, and the fields of spring flowers.

There are only four sentences, very short, and the lyrics that have been singing repeatedly. Even those who are in high positions like Lu Zhengqiu cannot help but be moved.

Suddenly, Lu Zhengqiu felt more enlightened.

Bai Minghe is very powerful, very powerful. The most amazing thing is not that he claims to have read a lot, is very complicated and very broad. But Bai Minghe's grasp of people's hearts. Such a short song, every sentence seems to be directly put into his heart.

It makes people unable to help but be moved.

When the singing stopped, the audience was silent. The little girl was so nervous that she almost cried. She looked at the adults in the pavilion very nervously. She was afraid that she would not sing well, and she would be beaten to the board when she went back and might be punished to have no food to eat!

At this time, a voice came from the vine behind: "Second brother, redeem her for you!"

Almost everyone in the garden was stunned by the nursery rhyme. Jiang Cheng, who was also in a daze, suddenly reacted and immediately stood up and bowed to the prefect of Zhuozhou: "Master, my Jiang family..." Before Jiang Cheng finished speaking, the prefect of Zhuozhou reached out and wiped it gently at the corner of his eyes. This action made Jiang Cheng stunned.

"I am sure, Chen Jie will go to the Jiaosifang later." The tone of the prefect of Zhuozhou was trembling.

What a song, although simple, although there are no elegant words, it is a true expression of love, singing a true, good and beautiful song!

After the prefect approved Jiang Cheng's request to redeem the little girl, he looked at Lu Zhengqiu and several other famous scholars. Everyone nodded. Being kind to others is always a great pleasure.

Although the little girl is still a slave, she has changed from a musical girl to a maid. For the people who teach Sifang, it is like going from hell to heaven.

No need to Islamic Sifang or fear the whip. Someone took the little girl directly to the sister Jiangcheng.

Many people believe that those who can sing such pure beauties must be pure and beautiful people in their hearts.

Lu He sat at the bow of the boat, calmly adjusting his piano.

She knew that she had met a strong enemy.

The white famous crane in Guanzhong is not an ordinary strong man. This short song is just the opening remark, and the next one is the main drama.

Green Tea believes that his singing cannot be sung in people's hearts, but Baiminghe can be so mysterious and terrible.

Finally, after being called out, Bai Minghe appeared.

This time, he was a ten-year-old singer. At this age, he must have received strict training and had excellent achievements in pronunciation and singing skills. But even so, not to mention the three courtesans in the capital, he was a few streets away from Zhuozhou Bayan.

What's more, the sixteen musicians behind are even older and weak, and their peak years have passed.

The white-known crane came to the lake and shook his long gown: "Miss Luhe, my white-known crane is rude."

Lu He was stunned for a moment, not understanding why this was. But at this time, the musician behind Bai Minghe had already started playing music.

Lu He knew in his heart that Bai Minghe's gift was definitely not because of the performance beforehand, and there must be another reason.

As the music sounded, Sun Hu trotted and sent several pieces of paper written by Sun Yuanjun to the pavilion.

The sound of singing...

The evening breeze blows gently on Penghu Bay

White waves chasing the beach

No coconut forest is attached to the setting sun

Just a blue sea...

The song is beautiful, the music is beautiful, and the lyrics are also beautiful. However, it is definitely not as high as defeating the Green Hero. It can be said that if there are the Eight Beauty of Zhuozhou and the Most Peak Musicians in Zhuozhou here, they are only qualified to compare with Green Hero, but these people cannot do it.

More than one person gave this definition, even the prefect of Zhuozhou also believed that the Baiming He might have lost this time.

However, just as everyone's eyes turned to Lu He's face, they saw that the bead curtain had broken on Lu He's face, and silent tears kept flowing down. As the singing continued, Lu He no longer cried silently, but covered his mouth and cried in silence.

Until the end, Lu He cried so hard that anyone would feel distressed when he saw it.

Bai Minghe's eyes were slightly closed, and his hands naturally drooped and crossed together. He didn't dare to look at Luhe, nor did he bear to look at it.

At the end of the song, Lu He fainted from crying. Several boats leaned over. Several doctors stepped forward to treat him. After finally waking up, Lu He cried again and cried bitterly, and once again fainted from crying.

Bai Minghe bowed to Lu Zhengqiu without saying a word: "I'm blaming myself!"

Lu Zhengqiu shook his head gently. What can he say at this time? This is a gambling battle, this is a bigeon. Bai Minghe has already won. It has been explained in advance that this time it is a plan to steal the heart. Who can say that there can only be a real sword and a real sword on the battlefield?

You can change someone. Even if you are given a chance, you may not be able to win.

"Late life and leave!" Bai Minghe bowed again, and after Lu Zhengqiu nodded in agreement, he turned around and left silently.

Why? Why is all this?

How can a song, a pretty good song, make Lu He faint and cry, and she can cry again after waking up. No one of the scholars present could understand what was going on.

Only people remember that Bai Minghe bowed to Lu He at the beginning of the song.

The white-famous crane in Guanzhong won, and Luhe, one of the three courtesans in the capital, was defeated without a fight. Such a weak woman cried to death, which really made many scholars and rich young men feel sad.

Bai Minghe left the poetry meeting without saying a word, and never spoke along the way. Sun Yuanjun didn't dare to persuade her. In her opinion, Bai Minghe was kind-hearted and used it. If she had such a method, she would have used it long ago. Maybe even Lu He's people would get it. But her husband was blaming himself, believing that he was not virtuous enough.

Half an hour later, Bai Minghe returned to the inn and said only one sentence: "What kind of inkstone of Mr. Yang? Carefully hold it after receiving it. That thing can be used as a heirloom."

Sun Yuanjun nodded: "Don't worry, husband, since Mr. Yang has spoken, he will definitely send it. Otherwise, his reputation will be ruined."

The little Taoist nun Huaiyu was eager to enter the room. She was very curious and wanted to know why Lu He cried so hard.

Don’t mention the little Taoist nun wants to know, everyone in the poetry fair said it a little more exaggeratedly. There are so many people in the entire Zhuozhou City, or even the capital city, who want to know this secret. How can one song make Nan Zhihe, one of the three courtesans in the capital, be defeated without a fight!

At the poetry meeting, Lu He finally recovered, but he would never be able to sing the song within a few days. He was already crying and his voice was hoarse.

Lu Zhengqiu said at this time: "Before Bai Minghe left, he left the score of the song just now, and a lyrics. There are also ten cannons in the sea to help Miss Lu He maintain their voice. As for whether today's matters need to be explained, I think Miss Lu He will take the initiative."

"You have to explain, otherwise the outcome will be unknown!" A scholar suddenly jumped out.

Lu Zhengqiu just glanced at him and shook his head gently.

He was not satisfied, and was very dissatisfied. Because he noticed that although Yang Buwu did not speak by himself, he was instructing others to speak. Those who could not afford to lose could not accomplish a big deal.

What's more, as a fifth-rank official, he dared someone to interrupt when he was talking.

"Please take charge of this, Lu He doesn't want to think that this matter is known to everyone!" Lu He was also a little unhappy, and wanted to dig out other people's privacy for everything, not to mention that she was already heartbroken.

The prefect of Zhuozhou also stood up: "I also recognized Lord Lu's words. Tonight, the Baiming Hesheng in Guanzhong will naturally be unwilling to mention some things, so why bother to ask about them? Don't mention them again!"

A lyrics, a music score, a cannon of the sea. Then Bai Minghe asked Sun Yuanjun to write the note to Lu Zhengqiu twice. They were sent to Lu He. No matter what Lu Zhengqiu said, he was also a fifth-rank official. Scholars naturally have the righteous spirit in their hearts and would never deliberately make things difficult for a weak woman.

After Lu He thanked him, he directly ordered his subordinates: "Stay for a day and then arrange for someone to go to Xiaquan Village to catch the front station!"

The poetry meeting ended, Yang Buwu was as dark as the bottom of the pot, and he had already lost two games in a row. Moreover, the second game was inexplicably lost, just a song, how could Lu He cry to death?

After leaving the poetry party garden, Lu Zhengqiu took a car with the prefect of Zhuozhou.

"Mr. Lu He's life experience, let alone the capital, is known to Zhuozhou. I care that after this white-named He will become closer to that side after entering the officialdom."

The words of the prefect of Zhuozhou are already very obvious. Many people know about Lu He's life experience, but apart from Bai Minghe, even if someone thinks of this kind of strategy, he may not be able to do this.

Facts have proved that Bai Minghe is smart enough and has a strong grasp of people's hearts. After such a person enters the officialdom, his position is very important.

Lu Zhengqiu nodded, but did not express his opinion on the white-famous crane's entry into the officialdom.

Instead, he said: "Luhe's father was an inspector of the Penghu Inspection Department. He was imprisoned for losing tributes in early years. He was imprisoned in Fujian for half a year. He was sent to Nanjing because of the crime of tributes, and later transferred to the capital. This time it took more than three years. Luhe's mother died of a hurricane. After she was three years old, she lived with her grandmother until her father was convicted, and then transferred to the capital Jiaosifang. So this song is not evil, but good."

"It's good. Missing your loved ones will inevitably lead to losing control of your emotions." The prefect of Zhuozhou also echoed and said.

"You lead someone to report to Lord Shang immediately, Lord Yu!" Lu Zhengqiu thought for a while and said to the prefect of Zhuozhou.

The magistrate of Zhuozhou got off the car and changed his horse and went to arrange for people to do business.

On the second day of the Zhuozhou Poetry Festival, why Nan Zhihe was defeated and why she cried, she became a mystery. Perhaps someone would contact the song in the future and Lu He's life experience could be imagined, but now, no one knows it.
Chapter completed!