Seeing Song Yanran's eyes constantly shifting through the crowd, Leng Qingcheng thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Sister, is the person you're looking for here? You're staring so intently."
Song Yanran shook her head: "Sister, you're overthinking it. I'm just feeling a bit emotional because I haven't seen a scene like this in a long time."
"My older sister likes peace and quiet, and I've heard that too."
"Actually, seeing such a scene once in a while has its own charm, so you don't need to worry about it, sister."
As they were talking, Ding Bu'er brought over a plate of fruits and vegetables, bowing and scraping as he said, "Your Majesties, please have some fruit."
Leng Qingcheng glanced at Ding Bu'er and smiled at Song Yanran, saying, "This old man may not be the most handsome, but his ability to win people's hearts is something that Yu Xiyan can't match."
Song Yanran nodded: "Yes, this person is much more pleasing to the eye than that maid."
Upon hearing this, Ding Bu'er immediately replied, "I am honored by your praise, gentlemen. I may not have many other skills, but I do know a thing or two about serving others."
"If the two empresses don't mind, how about I, Old Ding, sing a song to liven things up before the auction starts?"
Leng Qingcheng chuckled and looked at Song Yanran: "Sister, what do you think?"
Seeing that Song Yanran remained silent, Ding Bu'er immediately began to sing a song.
"Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the fragrant grass stretches to the horizon."
The evening breeze caresses the willows, the flute's melody fades, the setting sun shines beyond the mountains...
As soon as the off-key singing began, Leng Qingcheng gave a disdainful smile.
But Song Yanran was stunned.
After Ding Bu'er finished singing, completely absorbed in his own performance, she finally couldn't help but ask in a clear voice, "Your piece is quite unique. Did you compose it yourself?"
Ding Bu'er hurriedly said, "No, this was written by an old friend. I found it quite interesting, so I imitated a few lines. I hope the two empresses will forgive me."
Upon hearing this, Song Yanran asked curiously, "Your old friend is truly talented."
But what lingered in his mind was the poem "Farewell" that Shen Zhao wrote as a farewell gift the night before he left Weiyang Palace.
Now, when I hear Ding Bu'er sing it, I instantly understand its profound meaning.
Seeing that Song Yanran was unusually interested, Leng Qingcheng assumed that she enjoyed listening to Ding Bu'er's wailing and howling, so she stepped forward and whispered, "Sister, if you're interested, why don't you let this old man sing another song?"
Song Yanran shook her head and smiled slightly: "Never mind, this voice is really quite peculiar. It's all emotion without any technique. I think we should find someone who understands it to appreciate it."
Ding Bu'er bowed and gave a thumbs up: "As expected of the Dragon Han Empress who is famous throughout the Central Region, you recognized my old Ding's flaw at a glance. Since that's the case, I, old Ding, will not make a fool of myself."
Song Yanran: "By the way, your name is Ding Bu'er, and you have a client named Shen Zhao?"
Ding Bu'er: "Hey, don't mention it, it's all in the past. That guy was never a decent person."
Now that I have abandoned darkness for light and followed Empress Demon Breath, that is true glory!
"Of course, the song I just sang was composed by that guy."
"Hehehe..."
Leng Qingcheng was amused by Ding Bu'er's shameless behavior.
Upon hearing this, Song Yanran was completely certain of Jiang Haitian's identity.
Ding Bu'er is giving himself a hint.
Since he has important business to attend to and cannot show himself, it is best to remain inactive for the time being and wait for the right opportunity.
The thought of feeling his presence again brought a slight sense of relief to Song Yanran, who had been anxious for over half a year.
Leng Qingcheng waved to Ding Bu'er: "Alright, just say less. Be careful what you say. See if there's anything we need here?"
"We lack nothing, except for alcohol—"
As he spoke, Ding Bu'er picked up the wine pot from the fruit plate and, with a smile, personally poured Leng Qingcheng a full cup.
Meanwhile, in the lobby on the first floor.
"Wow, you're so fair-skinned."
As Yu Xiyan was pouring wine for a guest, she suddenly felt a groping hand slapping her buttocks from behind.
Her keen senses immediately alerted her to the groping hand, and she shouted at the young man with a nose ring, "How dare you! Who gave you the audacity to be so disrespectful to me!"
In an instant, the previously noisy hall fell silent.
Everyone turned their gaze toward Yu Xiyan.
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