"Hey, look at that fiery red sun, it's a sesame seed..."
“It’s flat and round…”
Shen Tang is a man who can't stop talking.
When she was in the mood, she would hum a few lines of a tune that she herself was unfamiliar with. The tune was not a good tune, and she also had a bad habit of changing the lyrics at random, and humming vaguely when she couldn't sing.
It's absurd and unpleasant to the ear.
But she sang happily.
The only one who was unhappy was probably Qishan.
“… Hey, you are like the spring rain, the summer wind, the autumn apples, the winter fire, burning my heart, hey hey—baby burning my heart!” The boy, about eleven or twelve, had a clear and hearty voice, which was much sharper than that of other boys his age.
The volume is not loud, but it is very penetrating.
Qishan: “…”
Whenever Shen Xiaolangjun sang, he complained that his hearing was too good, and Wenxin had a bonus to his five senses, which resulted in him being able to clearly hear what Shen Tang was singing even though they were six or seven feet apart. He couldn't run away completely, so he could only grit his teeth and endure being tortured.
It's not like he didn't try to silence Shen Tang.
Shen Tang retaliated immediately by doubly silencing him and doubly singing out of tune, with the lyrics becoming more vulgar, straightforward, passionate and unrestrained.
Naked harm to each other.
Qi Shan, who killed one thousand enemies but lost two thousand of his own: "..."
Forget it, he admitted defeat. He couldn’t show off no matter how good he was.
Shen Tang sang more and more excitedly.
Does it matter whether Qishan is happy or not
It doesn't matter, what matters is that she is happy.
As a result, she was overjoyed and then sad...
Not long after descending the mountain, they encountered a group of about a thousand people escorting baggage and food. Although the scale was small, it was obviously an elite group. The soldiers were full of blood and energy. The soldiers on both sides were always alert to the surrounding situation, and there was a sharp flash in their eyes from time to time.
Every baggage cart was loaded to the brim.
Shen Tang's heart skipped a beat and he lowered his eyelids, preparing to move to the side of the road with Qi Shan to make way.
Just after walking a few steps, someone came on horseback. Judging from his attire, he probably held a position in the army. It might not be good enough to be in the military camp, but it was enough to hit ordinary people hard, boss them around, and act like a soldier.
Shen Tang had no choice but to stop.
The man was riding on a horse, rolling up the whip, raising his eyebrows and glancing at Shen Tang.
"Young lady, were you the one who was singing loudly just now?"
Shen Tang had removed her scarred-faced sturdy disguise and returned to her original appearance. It was slightly dark, and the seal was transparent, making it very easy to be ignored. So she became a "young lady" again.
Shen Tang was silent for a moment, then replied, "It's me."
Seeing this, Qi Shan took a step forward to block Shen Tang.
Unexpectedly, the soldier pointed his whip at Qishan's nose and said impatiently and arrogantly: "Get out of the way! What does it have to do with a poor scholar like you when I talk to this young lady?"
Qi·Poor scholar·Good: "…"
Shen Tang burst out laughing.
The soldier said, "Please come with me, young lady."
Shen Tang thought about it and nodded in agreement.
She has no choice but to agree.
Xiaocheng was surrounded by rebels, so it was impossible for him to come out to escort any food and supplies. The soldier in front of him was dressed in the same style as the rebels who went up the mountain to search for the governor of Yancheng. His identity and position were obvious. If he refused rashly, it would be a bad ending.
However, she had a condition.
Shen Tang timidly grabbed Qi Shan's sleeve, shrank his shoulders, and said softly, "Master Bing, can my brother come over too?"
Praying for good is like being struck by lightning, feeling dazed and confused.
Shen Tang deliberately pinched his throat when speaking, which made his voice less clear and hearty, and more like the soft and gentle Wu dialect. If you close your eyes and don't look at her, you would really think that the person speaking is a typical girl. But it was this thought that shocked him greatly.
The soldier glanced at Qishan.
He waved his hand: "Okay, go ahead."
To be on the safe side, both of them secretly put away their literary seals. As long as they could restrain the literary aura around them, they looked like ordinary people.
They were brought by the military leader to the immediate superior who was in charge of escorting the grain and grass. At first, Shen Tang thought he would see a fat, big-eared or greasy middle-aged man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks, but when he saw the young man sitting on the baggage cart, he realized that he had thought too much.
Although this world is very chaotic, it is really a paradise for those who love beauty, especially for scholars with a keen eye for literature and warriors with a brave mind. The people Shen Tang has seen so far, at the very least, have regular facial features and a good temperament - even if they look ordinary, they are definitely not ugly.
The young man in front of me has nothing to do with this word.
The young man was wearing a dark suit, and his long hair was tied into many small braids, which were then gathered together and tied up with a crown. Shen Tang looked up - perhaps the young man rarely stayed up late, so his hair was not tied tightly, his long hair was thick and black, and his hairline did not look dangerous.
The style of her dress was not like that of the remnants of the Xin Kingdom, but rather had some alien style. Her sleeves were very narrow, and she wore a pair of iron armor wrist guards with ferocious snake patterns, a shoulder armor on one shoulder, and a skirt armor hanging around her waist. No one knew where the other armor parts had gone.
At this time, he was sitting lazily on a pile of baggage and food, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, stretching his neck to look in the direction where Shen Tang came from. He was tall and sat tall. The soldier stepped forward and replied: "Boss, the person is here, what do you think we should do with him?"
Shen Tang: “…”
No way, singing is illegal
Qi Shan secretly rolled his eyes—
Look, the rebels can’t stand the poison of Mr. Shen’s evil voice anymore, and are ready to “uphold justice”.
The young man spoke elegantly with a heavy accent, not very fluently, and asked Shen Tang, "Was that the song you sang just now?"
Shen Tang said: "Yes."
Qi Shan was ready to listen to the young man's rage, but the young man did not play by the rules. His dark eyes suddenly lit up and he praised sincerely: "Heavenly music! Mama, you sing so beautifully!"
Qishan: “…”
Shen·Mama·XiDangMa·Tang: "…"
She had a big son falling from the sky
Being called mom as soon as they met, even though Shen Tang liked being a father, he felt a little embarrassed and at a loss at this moment.
She smiled awkwardly but politely.
"No, no... I sang so-so, so-so. Just praise me, no need to call me 'Mom' so enthusiastically..."
Qi Shan's mouth twitched: "... People call you little lady."
It’s not like you recognize your mother the first time you meet her.
When he was young, he traveled around with his friends.
The two of them traveled together, climbing mountains and wading through water, and went everywhere.
If I recognize him correctly, the young man should be a special group near the border of Geng Country. It is said that hundreds of years ago, the ancestors were tired of war and led the tribe into seclusion in the mountains. After hundreds of years of isolated life, their living habits are very different from those of the outside world.
"Mama" is equivalent to "little lady", which is used to address a young girl.
As for singing aesthetics—
emmm…
It's not surprising that this clan all has problems.
Shen Tang: “…Oh.”
The young man enthusiastically invited Shen Tang to join him so that they could exchange ideas and learn singing skills. An officer beside him seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if he wanted to step forward and persuade the young man not to let strangers approach the baggage train, but for some reason he was afraid and took back his step.
The young man pointed enthusiastically at the baggage cart next door.
"Mama, sit here."
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