"I heard from your father that you're good at singing. Then, let's begin." Jiang Siming spoke leisurely.
Dong Xuan obediently sat down, straightened the qin, and began plucking the strings with her slender fingers.
Then Dong Xuan opened her mouth and began to sing. A song from a thousand years ago, Odes of the States: Southwest Wind, flowed from her lips.
Dong Xuan's voice was extremely pleasant, like an oriole's.
Even though ancient songs were rather monotonous, they created a unique auditory experience when sung by her.
Jiang Siming closed his eyes, sipped his wine, and listened to the ancient girl sing.
At the same time, Jiang Siming felt a little regretful. If only Diao Chan were here too.
Dong Xuan was good at singing, while Diao Chan excelled at dancing. In this entire Han realm, no one could compare with Diao Chan's dancing.
The charm and delicate grace of ancient dance seemed to spring from her body. She was more beautiful than any modern dancer Jiang Siming had ever seen.
If the two of them combined singing and dancing, it would definitely be better than anything on television~
After singing and playing for a while, Dong Xuan finished.
Jiang Siming opened his eyes, still wanting more, and applauded.
"You played well, and sang even better. There are just a few minor flaws. If you could correct them, it would be flawless." Jiang Siming praised her.
A strange light flashed in Dong Xuan's beautiful eyes, and she asked in surprise, "Prime Minister, you understand singing too?"
Jiang Siming smiled and said, "Like you, I only understand a little."
Dong Xuan blushed, then said shyly, "Then, please guide me, Prime Minister~"
Jiang Siming wasn't one to boast blindly. He immediately used his experience in singing to teach Dong Xuan quite a