Chapter 179 Chapter 179: Xiaocheng Rebellion (Nineteen) [Please vote]
“Hey, look at that fiery red sun, it’s a sesame seed cake...”
“It’s flat and round...”
Shen Tang is a person who can't stop talking.
When she gets excited, she will hum a few tunes that are unfamiliar to her. The song doesn't work, the tune doesn't work, and I have a bad habit of changing the lyrics blindly, and humming vaguely when I can't sing.
The tone is rude and unpleasant.
But she sang happily.
The only thing that makes me unhappy is probably praying for kindness.
"...Hey, you are like the rain in spring, the wind in summer, the apples in autumn, the fire in winter, burning my heart, hey - baby, burning my heart!" The voice of the eleven-twelve-year-old boy Qingyue is cheerful, clean and clear, much sharper than the boys of the same age.
The sound is not loud, but it is very penetrating.
Qi Shan: "..."
Whenever Shen Xiaolangjun sings, he complains that his hearing is too good. Wen Xin has a bonus to the five senses, which means that he and Shen Tang can clearly understand each other six or seven feet apart. Hear what she sang. It was impossible for him to run away completely, so he could only grit his teeth and endure the poison.
It’s not like he didn’t try to silence Shen Tang.
Shen Tang came back with a vengeance, doubling his silence and taking away his voice, doubling his singing out of tune, and his lyrics became increasingly vulgar, straightforward, and passionate.
Naked [naked] hurt each other naked.
Qi Shan, who killed a thousand enemies and lost two thousand himself: "..."
Let it go, he gave up, he couldn't be more coquettish.
Shen Tang sang more and more enthusiastically.
Is it important whether Qishan is happy or not?
It doesn’t matter, what matters is that she is happy.
As a result, she was extremely happy and sad...
Not long after she came down the mountain, she met a group of about a thousand people escorting food and supplies. Although the scale is small, they are obviously an elite group. The soldiers are full of vitality. The soldiers on both sides are always alert to the surrounding situation, and their eyes sometimes flash.
Every baggage truck is fully loaded.
Shen Tang's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his eyelids, preparing to step to the side of the road with Qi Shan and make way for him.
Just after taking two steps, someone came on horseback. Judging by his attire, he probably holds a medium-sized position in the military. It may not be enough to watch in a military camp, but it is enough to strike hard at ordinary people, boss around, and show off as a soldier.
Shen Tang had no choice but to stop.
The man was riding a horse, curling his riding whip and squinting his brows at Shen Tang.
“Little lady, were you the one who sang loudly just now?”
Shen Tang has removed the disguise of the scar-faced brawny man and returned to his original appearance. The sky is slightly dark, and the monogram is transparent, making it easy to overlook. So she became a "little lady" again.
Shen Tang was silent and replied: "It's me."
Seeing this, Qishan took a step forward to block Shen Tang.
Unexpectedly, the soldier pointed the whip at Qishan's nose, and said impatiently and arrogantly: "Get out of the way! What does it have to do with you, a shabby and poor scribe, when I talk to this little lady?"
Qi·Shabby Scholar·Shan: "..."
Shen Tang burst into laughter.
The soldier said: "Please, little lady, come with me for a while."
Shen Tang thought for a while and nodded in agreement.
It’s okay if she doesn’t agree.
Xiaocheng was surrounded by rebels, and it was obviously impossible for them to come out to escort any food, grass and baggage. The soldier in front of him was dressed in the same style as the rebels who went up to search for Yancheng County Governor, and his identity and position were clearly revealed. If you refuse rashly, it may not end well.
However, she has a condition.
Shen Tang cowardly grabbed Qi Shan's sleeve, shrank his shoulders, and said softly: "Master Bing, can my brother from the slave family come over too?"
Praying for good is like being struck by lightning, and you are in a trance.
Shen Tang deliberately spoke with a pinched throat, a little less clear and hearty, and a little more like Wu Nong's soft words. If you close your eyes and don't look at people, you will really think that the person speaking is a sign girl. But it was this thought that shocked him greatly.
The soldier glanced at him to pray for good.
Waving his hand: "Okay, let's go." For the sake of caution, both of them secretly put away their literary monograms. As long as they restrained their literary aura, they would look like ordinary people.
They were brought by the soldiers to their immediate superiors who were responsible for escorting the food and fodder. At first, Shen Tang thought he would see a greasy middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears or a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Only when he saw the young man sitting on the baggage cart did he realize that he was overthinking it.
Although this world is very chaotic, it is really a paradise for beauties, especially literary scholars and courageous warriors. The people Shen Tang has seen so far have, for the last time, good facial features, matching that outfit. Temperament - Even if he looks ordinary, he is definitely not ugly.
The young man in front of me has nothing to do with this word.
The young man was dressed in dark clothes and his long hair was tied into many small braids, which were gathered together and tied up with a hair crown. Shen Tang's eyes moved upward - probably the young man rarely stayed up late, his hair was not tied tightly, his hair was long and black, and his hairline did not look dangerous.
The style of dressing is not like that of the survivors of the Xin Kingdom, but rather a bit of a foreign style. The sleeves were very narrow, and he wore a pair of iron armor wristbands with a ferocious snake pattern. He wore a shoulder pad on one shoulder, and a skirt armor hanging on his waist. The other armor parts were unknown where they went.
At this time, he was sitting lazily on the piles of baggage grain and grass, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, stretching his neck and looking in the direction where Shen Tang came from. He is tall and sits tall. The soldier stepped forward and replied: "Boss, we have brought them, what do you think we should do with them?"
Shen Tang: "..."
Isn't it, singing is also against the law?
Qishan secretly rolled his eyes -
Look, the rebels can't stand the poison of Shen Xiaolangjun's demonic voice, and are ready to "justice".
The young man spoke elegantly with a strong accent and was not very proficient in speaking. He asked Shen Tang: "Did you sing the song just now?"
Shen Tang said: "Yes."
Qishan I was prepared to hear the young man get mad, but he didn't know that the young man acted unreasonably. The pair of dark eyes suddenly lit up, and he praised sincerely: "Sounds of heaven! Mama, you sing so beautifully!"
Qishan: "..."
Shen·Mama Ma·Xidangma·Tang: "..."
Is she having a big son drop from the sky?
She was called mom when they met each other. Even though Shen Tang liked to be someone's father, she felt a little embarrassed and at a loss at this moment.
She smiled awkwardly but politely.
"Bah, bah... I sing so-so, so-so. You just need to praise me. You don't have to call me 'Mom' so enthusiastically..."
The corner of Qishan's mouth twitched: "...people call you. Little lady.”
It’s not like you recognize your mother when you first meet her.
When he was young, he traveled far and wide with his friends.
The two of them traveled together, climbing mountains and wading everywhere.
If you recognize it correctly, young people should be a special group near the border of Geng Kingdom. It is said that hundreds of years ago, our ancestors were tired of war and led their people to live in seclusion in the mountains. Living in isolation for hundreds of years, their living customs are very different from the development of the outside world.
"Mama" is equal to "little lady", which is called a little girl.
As for the aesthetics of singing——
emmm...
This family has problems, it’s not surprising.
Shen Tang: "...Oh."
The young man warmly invited Shen Tang to accompany him so that he could communicate and learn about singing skills. An official next to him hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to step forward to persuade the young man not to Let strangers approach the baggage and food team, but not knowing what to fear, they took back the steps they took.
The young man pointed enthusiastically at the baggage truck next door.
"Mama, sit here."
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There is only one update, which will be added tomorrow (the book has not been updated for thirty consecutive days until now) With a three thousand words investment node, I really feel sorry for the trust of investors)
Tang Mei’s lyrics are adapted from "A Love Song".
【Continuing from yesterday's chat】
The character descriptions in "Retreat" and "The Empress" are different. "The Empress" can use the perspective of the audience in the live broadcast room to give appropriate keywords to remind readers of characters who appear after a long interval. Therefore, the information of each character can be fragmented and interspersed in different locations, and there is no fear of the consequences of not appearing for a long time. Readers forget about the character plot because the barrage will remind them (I have to admit that this is also a reasonable method of hydrology).
But "Return to Me" is different. The perspective is a normal third-person perspective, and there are no comments and reminders from the salty audience. In a serialized article that is destined to be long and with many characters, the character information is too fragmented and does not appear for a long time. It is easy for readers to forget this character (there is no denying that a master can create an impressive character in a few words, even if hundreds of thousands of people have passed. The characters can be remembered by readers, but Shiitake is obviously not such a player. The characters can only be fleshed out through the improvement of the background plot. Looking back now, the barrage live broadcast is actually more convenient).
Because of these considerations, Shiitake tried to change the narrative method, so it was inevitable to slow down the pace in Qishan’s home game, trying to further improve his background story. At present, it seems that it is not very successful (Thanks to the readers of the previous chapter for their support, but there is indeed a problem with the rhythm, and the number of chapters in each chapter is very telling).
I will try to make adjustments at the same time.
(End of this chapter)