Zhu Yijing was a little amused when he figured out where Young Master Zhang came from.

His ancestor, General Zhang Yu, died in the Jingnan period to protect Zhu Di. Zhu Di felt guilty and grateful, so he appointed Zhang Yu's eldest son Zhang Fu as Marquis of Xincheng in the third year of Yongle (1405), and gave him the Marquis's oldest son Zhang Fu as Marquis of Xincheng.

In the sixth year of Yongle (1408), Zhang Fu fought south and north to stabilize the border of the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Di was granted the title of Duke of England and gave the Duke a certificate.

Throughout this journey, Zhang Rong was the fourth generation, and Zhang Yuangong was the fifth generation. No wonder he dared to be so domineering in the capital with deep water and large temples.

After understanding Young Master Zhang's identity, Zhu Yijing was even more sure that he could not reveal his identity at will.

If you don’t talk about anything else, just by going out to play in the future, you may meet this idle young master. I don’t want to be recognized by others anytime and anywhere.

After thinking about it, a big hand suddenly exerted a little force and slapped Zhu Yijing on the shoulder, which scared him:

"Hey!——Oh, Shenglan, what's wrong?"

Looking at Zhu Yijing speechlessly, You Shenglan stretched out her finger to point to the hazy and graceful figure in the gauze curtain, and said softly in Zhu Yijing's ear:

"If someone asks you who you are studying, you can see through Ji Kang's thoughts. You stood here for a long time without replying. Those three young men are almost tired of waiting."

"Aren't I thinking about excuses?"

Zhu Yijing also muttered and replied softly, and looked at the hazy woman in the gauze curtain with a smile:

"Miss Mei, my mother was a servant in the palace. My father had unfortunately passed away before she was born. My mother had to raise Jae Yu in the palace, and also let me know some palace musicians. One of them, Gao Hanwen, once said this. I am just a retelling of the words of the master. Forgive me, forgive me."

"Ah...so that's what it is..."

A crisp and pleasant voice came from the gauze curtain, and the sadness and sorrow that seemed to be present and not present made Zhang Yuangong and others feel relieved.

"I regret meeting too late, and meeting too late. I just don't know if I can be lucky enough to listen to a song by a master's disciple?"

In this gentle and moving voice, you uncomfortably twisted your neck lightly. You Shenglan was surprised to find that Zhu Yijing in front of her also moved her shoulders uncomfortablely:

"The girl is so proud of her words. She is just fortunate to hear the master's feelings. How can she be called her apprentice? Besides, her voice is really average, so it's better not to disturb the girl."

Seeing that Zhu Yijing said that his voice was not good, the two young men couldn't help but cheered:

"That's right, Miss Mei, what's there to say about a boy who only knows how to eavesdrop on? Why don't you meet our Mr. Zhang?"

After hearing the two supporting roles say this, Zhu Yijing breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Miss Mei should be satisfied now, but she didn't expect that her next sentence was still pestering her:

"What are you talking about Mr. Huang? A famous teacher like Mr. Gao will not speak in front of others casually even if he is very moved. Who else can he besides his most trusted disciple?"

Zhu Yijing couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, thinking that he had offended this Miss Mei, causing her to be so entangled?

After thinking about it, Zhu Yijing couldn't understand what this girl Mei meant. Just as he wanted to continue to shirk her, he saw Zhang Yuangong taking the initiative to step forward and bowed and smiled:

"Young Master Huang, since Miss Mei has said this, it really doesn't work. You can hum it a little. One or two sentences are OK, which can be considered as giving Miss Mei a face."

As he said that, Zhang Yuangong lit his hands twice, and walked up to Zhu Yijing with a wry smile and whispered in his ear:

"Miss Mei is the top player in Chunfeng Pavilion and has a little temper. I want to continue chatting with her for a while. I will give me a face to you. Then I will treat your table as a gift."

Zhu Yijing was unwilling to blame Zhang Yuangong for such a trivial matter, so he nodded and agreed:

"Since Brother Zhang has spoken, I can't help but give this face, but the rhythm may not match my brother's taste for a while, so don't be surprised."

"It must be certain."

Seeing that Zhu Yijing was willing to step down the steps he gave, Zhang Yuangong breathed a sigh of relief and said that if he could talk to Miss Mei, the most character in Chunfeng Pavilion, there would be no one in the entire capital who dared to laugh at his ancestors who were famous only for martial arts.

Since he agreed to Zhang Yuangong, Zhu Yijing had to cough lightly, cleared his throat, and sang it in a tune that Zhang Yuangong, You Shenglan, and Miss Mei had never heard before:

"The plain embryo outlines the blue and white pen tips to turn into thinner ones,

The peony depicted in the bottle is like your first makeup,

I understand the thoughts of Ranran Sandalwood through the window.

The pen on rice paper has been put halfway there.

Glaze color rendering the charm of the ladies is privately hidden,

And your sweet smile is as if it is about to bloom,

A wisp of your beauty drifts away,

Go to a place I can't go.

The sky is blue waiting for mist and rain, and I am waiting for you,

The smoke from cooking stoves rises thousands of miles across the river.

Writing Han Li in the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty,

Just think I'm foreshadowing for meeting you,

The sky is blue waiting for mist and rain, and I am waiting for you,

The moonlight was salvaged and fainted,

Like the blue and white porcelain that has been passed down from generation to generation, it is beautiful on its own.

You have a smile on your eyes.”

At the end of the song, Zhu Yijing slowly closed his mouth and waited for the reaction of the group.

You Shenglan, who didn't know much about the music, was the first to react. Although she had never heard of this strange singing style, she could hear the beautiful melody even by singing a cappella, so she subconsciously applauded:

“Not bad, not bad.”

When she applauded, Zhang Yuangong and the two supporting men also reacted. After looking at each other, they couldn't help but smile and shook their heads.

Although this song sounds good, it does not have the kind of tactful and melodiousness of ancient times, which makes the three young masters not adapted. In addition, Zhu Yijing's own voice is only moderate, and he cannot sing the original song of Jay Chou, so Zhang Yuangong and the other two just think it is a little novel, but it is actually difficult to enter the elegant hall.

Miss Mei, who repeatedly asked Zhu Yijing to speak, disagreed even more. She thought she had met a master, so she endured the negligence of not replying. Later, she guessed that it was not right to teach the famous disciple. Now it seems that she was really just a mediocre person who was lucky to hear the emotion.

Thinking of this, Miss Mei couldn't help but feel a little jealousy in her heart. Coupled with her previous loss and displeasure, she was even more verbally neglected to Zhu Yijing:

"So that's it. It seems that what the young master said before was not false. I just blamed me for being wishful thinking. I really thought I had met a master. What a pity!"

The three young men led by Zhang Yuangong and the words of Miss Mei, the top Chunfeng Pavilion, made You Shenglan, who was the first to applaud, helplessly put down. Zhu Yijing didn't care about the alienation in Miss Mei's words. Just as she was about to say something, Miss Mei said to herself:

"But, the man next to Mr. Huang seems to be just a mediocre person. The mediocre person disturbs him. I hope Mr. Huang will improve his taste and find a guard who can at least understand the good song."
Chapter completed!