Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

"Basically, that's it. In these next two days, embroider the handkerchief as soon as possible, and take some time to chat with Linglong, subtly hinting for her to consider this matter. Tell her to consider it for a maximum of two days. A golden opportunity doesn't knock twice. I'll have further arrangements later."

Chu Qinghan asked curiously, "What other arrangements do you have later?"

Fang Zheng waved his large sleeve: "You don't need to worry about that. You two go out first, and by the way, help me call all the members of the envoy in."

The two women then left the room. Not long after, all the members of the envoy gathered in Fang Zheng's room again.

Led by Ma Cheng, everyone looked at Fang Zheng with unease.

Ma Cheng asked anxiously: "Lord Fang, has something else happened?"

Fang Zheng smiled slightly: "Indeed, there is something, but you don't need to be too nervous. I plan to find a few people to help. Line up in order, and I will select them one by one."

......

The next night.

Linglong lay on the table, staring blankly at the candle in front of her, unconsciously picking at the candlewick with a hairpin in her hand.

Although she hadn't left the guesthouse for almost a month, it could be said to be the most wonderful time she had ever experienced in her life.

Life seemed to have opened a new door.

The scenery and culture of Da Jing fascinated her.

Gender equality, free love, free education... everything was so beautiful, like a dream.

This was a country she had never imagined.

In her midnight dreams, she could even dream of being in paradise, but after waking up, she still couldn't escape the shackles of reality.

She was just a shepherdess, lucky enough to be chosen to enter the palace. She had to do whatever her master told her to do, with no room for resistance...

But now, there was a glimmer of hope. Fang Zheng told her that she could go to Da Jing to see, and was even willing to help her.

If Lord Fang was willing to help, then going to Da Jing shouldn't be too difficult.

Linglong thought this way, and then sighed faintly.

She wanted to go, she really wanted to go, but she didn't have the courage to take this step, and she had to come back one day anyway... she couldn't stay in Da Jing for life.

But if she didn't know Da Jing was like this, perhaps life would still be bearable.

Now that she had broadened her horizons, everywhere she looked, there was exploitation and suffering women. How could she live such a life?

Every day, she could only live in pain, and if she told others, she would be regarded as an alien, and might even be whipped.

Go... or not go?

Want to go... even if it's just for a glimpse...

Two thoughts repeatedly tore at Linglong's mind, disturbing her peace, and the hairpin moved back and forth around the wick.

At this moment, the flickering candlelight was just like Linglong's mood.

After a while, a self-deprecating look appeared on Linglong's face...

I am just a palace maid after all. Even if I follow someone as noble as Lord Fang, I still can't change my lowly position of being manipulated by others.

Forget it, maybe this matter is really not meant for me. Imagining too much only increases my troubles.

Linglong closed her eyes tightly, pursing her lips, her heart full of mixed feelings.

Lord Fang is still waiting for my reply. I don't need to think too much about it anymore. I should reject his kindness as soon as possible, otherwise, the more I think about it, the more painful it will be.

Linglong got up and went to the door, but just as she was about to push it open, her hand suddenly retracted.

She regretted it again and began to waver.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is right in front of me... If I don't go, then there will be no more chances...

Just as she was struggling, a burst of commotion and passionate music faintly reached Linglong's ears.

"Once... times... fallen on the road, once... broken wings, now I... feel confused..."

Linglong curiously walked to the wall and gently pressed her ear against it. This time, the sound became much clearer.

"I want my life to be extravagant, I want a blooming life, like flying in the vast sky, like traveling in the boundless wilderness, possessing the power to break free from everything~~~, I want to bloom..."

Linglong covered her mouth in surprise.

Is this the music of Da Jing? It's so beautiful. She had never heard this style of song before, and the lyrics were also very special.

Listening and listening, Linglong became a little fascinated, and pressed her ear hard against the wall to continue listening.

Next door.

Fang Zheng stood on the table, holding a small stick in his hand.

Below were five carefully selected 'Good Voices of Jing' who had undergone a day and a half of training, including Ma Cheng.

Beside the lead singer, there were also people playing the qin, blowing the xiao, and playing the small drum to accompany the music.

Ma Cheng's voice was a little hoarse. He had practiced in the room all day yesterday to reach Fang Zheng's satisfaction.

Although he didn't know why singing would be related to the national fortune of Da Jing, he could only risk his old life and face at this moment!

"Once, how many times have I lost my direction, once, how many times have my dreams been shattered, now I no longer feel confused, I want my life to be liberated~~~!"

Fang Zheng was not idle either. Like a piano master, possessed by the Chinese music scene, he kept shaking the small stick like he was stepping on an electric switch.

He was the atmosphere group, although it wasn't very useful... but with him shivering above, the singing officials felt like it wasn't so shameful, and the musical envoy also heated up as they sang.

After all, although the lyrics were plain, they were indeed very powerful when paired with the passionate rhythm.

After all, it was the inspirational song of the Sound Emperor, it couldn't be wrong!

Fang Zheng gradually got into the mood. When it came to the last loop, the small stick originally shaking in his hand suddenly pointed to the roof.

The higher and higher he pointed, Fang Zheng even stood on tiptoe, and the officials below immediately became vigilant.

Here it comes! This is it! Increase the volume!

Ma Cheng's old face turned red, his neck thickened by two circles, and he roared: "I want a blooming life! Like standing on the top of the rainbow! Like traveling in the brilliant galaxy, possessing the power to transcend the ordinary↑ (broken voice)"

Fang Zheng glared at him fiercely, holding the small stick and pointing at Ma Cheng, mouthing the words: "Are you trying to cause trouble, kid?"

Ma Cheng trembled, shrank to the wall, and smiled awkwardly.

Linglong next door already had two streams of hot tears flowing down her pretty face, and her towering chest rose and fell unevenly.

Obviously, her emotions had reached a very high point.

An impulse, a strong impulse, was constantly brewing in Linglong's heart.

I also want a blooming life, and now the opportunity is right in front of me!

Just then, the music in her ears began to loop...

Linglong wiped away her tears and looked at the door with burning eyes, taking a step forward without hesitation.

At this moment, Fang Zheng had returned to the room, his eyes fixed on the door.

He had done everything he could. If he had modern equipment, he would have a 70% chance of success! But now there was no microphone, only amateur players using their mouths to create the atmosphere, so the chance was only 50%.

Whether it succeeds or not depends on this.

Three minutes later, Fang Zheng's door was knocked, and a clear voice came from the door: "Lord Fang, are you there?"