"Listen, what's the sound?" Di Zhizhi raised her right hand lightly and signaled the other sisters to stop the sound. She listened carefully for a while and said softly: "It seems that someone is singing a song? It's right in the carriage behind."

"It's the voice of the little boy," Li Rusi said softly: "I sing a passage from Qin Feng in the Book of Songs. This is the song that the little boy is best at."

When she said this, Li Rusi was also a little surprised. She didn't know why the little boy suddenly sang the song. You should know that although the little girl likes the art of folk art, she rarely sings for outsiders. If she is not in a mood, even if she, the master, speaks, and wants to listen to her singing, she has to talk to her for a long time. On weekdays, she spoils this little girl.

Is it for that Liu Yifan? Thinking about the extent to which Xiaotong admires the song "Wolf Falling in Love with Sheep". It is also possible.

"Hmph, that stinky teacher can enjoy it. In just a while, he asked someone to sing a song for him." Di Zhizhi curled her lips angrily. Judging from her current appearance, she drove Liu Yifan to the carriage behind, which made him happy and let him enjoy his life.

"Haha, my husband's usual hobbies are apart from looking at horses, but this poem is just a little song. Don't blame Zhizhi sister." Zhang Chuchu chuckled and explained a few words to Di Zhizhi and Li Rusi.

"Oh? In addition to writing poems and songs, does Mr. Yifan still know how to look at horses?" Su Chenxi raised her head, as if she had thought of something, and looked at Zhang Chuchu and said, "In addition to horses, I wonder if Mr. Yifan can also look at different mounts, such as donkeys, oxes, etc."

"Sister Xier is joking. Apart from looking at horses, there is no saying in this world about looking at donkeys or cows? Haha," Zhang Chuchu looked down on Su Chenxi, and chuckled.

She knew that Su Chenxi must have thought of the Baili donkey from the Liu family. Speaking of which, the donkey from his husband can be regarded as a rare divine horse. Re-ren You mentioned the donkey in front of her more than once, and every time she mentioned it, she was extremely envious.

"Oh, that's it," Seeing that Zhang Chuchu's expression was not at all abnormal, Su Chenxi finally made up his mind. It seemed that Liu Yifan and Liu Zhang really had nothing to do with the Liu family in Sanyuan.

As the only one among these people who recognizes both Liu Yi and Zhang Chuchu, she already has a rough conclusion in her heart. Although Liu Yifan is also a talented person and his wife is nearly seven months pregnant, their personality, appearance and temper are too different. Su Chenxi has begun to deny the possibility that they are Liu Yi and his wife one by one.

"I heard from Sister Zhizhi that Sister Xier is good at writing calligraphy, and she is good at writing calligraphy. I wonder if it is not?" Seeing the disappointment that Su Chenxi's face inadvertently showed, Zhang Chuchu felt even more confident. Her husband's skills were indeed not a false teaching, but she made some changes on her face, and even acquaintance, Su Chenxi, could not recognize her.

"Uh, that's because Sister Zhizhi is loving her. In calligraphy, the little girl is just a little bit clear about the fur." ​​Su Chenxi was stunned for a moment, turned her head and looked at Di Zhizhi beside her. Seeing that the little girl was sticking out her tongue, she chuckled and said to Zhang Chuchu.

"Haha, Sister Xier, don't be humble. Although Sister Zhizhi's temperament is a little dry, her eyesight has always been good at seeing things. It can make Sister Zhizhi praise her. Sister Xier's calligraphy accomplishment must be extraordinary." Zhang Chuchu chuckled and put a high hat on Su Chenxi, then sighed casually, saying, "It's just a pity that my uncle, although she has some talent in her belly, the fonts she wrote are a bit ashamed to meet people. Therefore, my sister wanted to ask Sister Xier to help her uncle when she has time. I wonder what my sister thought?"

"Yeah, Sister Zhang's words are pretty good. The word Liu Yifan wrote is as ugly as a pig, and it is not as good as our younger brother's writing," as if he had grabbed Liu Yiyi's braids, Di Zhizhi excitedly echoed: "Last time on my father's birthday, when he fought with He Zimei, our Xiaojie and his cousin Shijie were writing on their behalf."

"Oh?" Li Rusi's expression moved and asked Zhang Chuchu softly: "I wonder what kind of calligraphy Mr. Liu is used to learn, is it regular, official, seal, or other calligraphy?"

A person's voice, appearance, figure, and even temperament can be easily changed, but this writing style has been developed since childhood and cannot be changed overnight. After hearing Zhang Chuchu's words just now, Li Rusi suddenly thought, why didn't they think about checking Liu Yifan's handwriting before?

Also, I wonder if Mrs. Liu’s words were truly unintentional, or if they were just Liu Yi and his wife. So they thought of using this trick to get rid of suspicion?

"The uncle is practicing regular characters and copying Wang Youjun's rubbings. However, in calligraphy, the uncle does not seem to have much talent and has never been able to learn. The characters he wrote are more than thousands of miles away from Wang." Zhang Chuchu glanced at Li Rusi, and she saw a trace of suspicion in Li Rusi's eyes. This is not a good phenomenon.

Could it be that this Princess Yuzhang has seen something?

Zhang Chuchu knew Li Rusi's true identity and some relationship between her and Liu Yiuan a few days ago, so Zhang Chuchu was also very careful about Li Rusi. On the one hand, he was afraid of her identity, and on the other hand, from Liu Yiu's words, Zhang Chuchu had already heard some clues, that is, Princess Yuzhang seemed to have some affection for her husband, which was not a good thing for Zhang Chuchu.

Although, in her heart, she also felt that Princess Yuzhang was also very good.

"Kuala?" Su Chenxi glanced at Li Rusi, and seemed to think of something, so he chuckled and said to Zhang Chuchu: "If Sister Zhang and Mr. Yifan don't mind the lack of attainment in their younger sister, they are willing to help one or two."

Whether it is true or false, you will know after seeing it. Su Chenxi is still very confident in her own eyes when judging calligraphy.

"So, then sister, thank you sister Xier for this first!" Zhang Chuchu smiled and nodded gently. If his husband hadn't insisted on doing this and wanted to use this to clear his suspicion, Zhang Chuchu would really not want to let his husband get involved with Su Chenxi, a beautiful official lady.

"Sister Zhang, be polite." Su Chenxi chuckled and said a few more polite words.

"Shh!" While he was speaking, Di Zhizhi made another ban on voice and said softly to Zhang Chuchu and the other two: "Listen, it seems to be the voice of the stinky teacher..."

"...The wind blew that night and the nightingale sang, and the flowers under the moon were all dreaming, and only the fragrance came from that night, revealing fragrance... I love the vast night, and I love the singing of the night, and I love the dream like flowers, embracing the fragrance came from the night..."

Quiet, beautiful, fresh, natural, and savorous.

"What kind of song is this?" After about a cup of tea, the song stopped and everyone in the carriage turned their eyes to Zhang Chuchu, hoping to get an answer. The person who sang this song just now was indeed her husband Liu Yifan.

"I have never heard my husband sing this, it should be my husband's new song." Zhang Chuchu was obviously fascinated by his husband's beautiful tone. When someone asked, he responded lightly.

"Mr. Yifan's talent is amazing!" Li Rusi, who grew up listening to the music of the Yuefu in the palace, couldn't help but praise her. This was the second time she had heard such a beautiful tune in the past few days of coming to Fengjie.

"That stinky teacher has only such a little skill," although he didn't want to admit it, Di Zhizhi still had to say a word of convincing in his heart. Just now, her whole mind was indeed attracted by Liu Yifan's singing.

"Haha," Zhang Chuchu chuckled indifferently and shook her head. She was helpless for Di Zhizhi, a little girl who was quarreling.

"If you don't say anything else, it is very rare for Mr. Yifan to put down his body and sing for a few little maids. Not everyone can have this unruly demeanor." Su Chenxi also sighed. He acted unruly and never cared about other people's eyes and words in his work. In this regard, Liu Yifan and Liu are very similar.

In some ways, they are all the same type of people.

"...The wind blew that night and the nightingale sang, and the flowers under the moon were all dreaming, and only the fragrance came from that night..."

Shortly after Liu Yifan's voice fell silent, a sing of a cappella came from the second carriage, which was singing the same song, but the person who sang the song this time was replaced by a tender and crisp girl.

"It's the little servant's voice again, it seems that she sang it better." After hearing the little servant's voice, Li Rusi took the lead and said, as if this song was more suitable for the girl to sing.

No one else said anything, just sat there quietly, through the car window, caring about the running sound of horses, and listening to the songs with a different flavor from the little servant.
Chapter completed!