"Ladies and gentlemen, the first song has ended, and then, please speak freely. ”

The old bustard said with a smile, made a gesture of invitation to the audience, and stepped aside.

Mulan Ci, although the duality is neat and the narrative is relaxed, there is no such good sentence as "Si is a burrow, but I am virtuous", "Giving birth to a daughter still has to marry a neighbor, giving birth to a boy and burying it with a hundred grasses", "I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone". This prosperous Tang Dynasty has been inherited in the netherworld for more than a thousand years, and there are countless gorgeous poems and rhetoric, even though the niche poetry of Mulan Ci has not been broken, it can no longer be said to be 'well-known'

Even in this moon-watching building where literati and ink writers (white prostitutes) gathered, I have only read about a dozen of them, and as for being able to memorize them completely, I am afraid that they are only in one hand. It's no wonder that Shi Yiguang, a guy like Shi Yiguang who was forced to memorize the whole article with a wicker by the Chinese teacher, had already forgotten about it at this time. Not to mention the current Tang students, you must know that Mulan Ci is not in the syllabus of the imperial examination.

There are few people who understand Mulan's words, and they don't have to worry about understanding Chunxiao's hidden mysteries in Mulan's words. Including Shi Yiguang, ninety percent of the people on the first floor looked confused, and they had no idea how to solve the problem.

And the music of the piano, the layman listened to it, and at the time it sounded very good, and felt that the tune was particularly harmonious, but not for a minute, the tune was forgotten in a blink of an eye. Just like Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi, after Zhang Wuji has practiced, don't forget it for a while.

Only the atmosphere created by that tune, the artistic conception can still be recalled in the mind, this is the so-called lingering sound for three days, and it is not the specific tune that is endless, but the artistic conception.

Everyone present listened to it once, and after a while, they forgot all the specific details in the tune, and all they could remember was the yellow applique of Mulan on the mirror at the beginning, the brisk red makeup of the window, and the bleak autumn breeze and the tragic battle on the battlefield later.

Only the lightness of the piano music at the beginning and the tragedy at the end, how can we analyze the psychology that the piano player wants to express! Shi Yiguang said that this is a bit difficult, and it is even more difficult than the question of "moaning without disease" on the Chinese test paper.

A middle-aged man in a brocade robe knocked on a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy next to him and said, "See, deflated calf, in our Chang'an, there is no literary talent in the stomach, and the prostitutes have no part in you." ”

"Lao Tzu asked you to read more books, but you don't learn, and now you know that when you use books, you don't know the truth?" The middle-aged man continued to beat the boy next to him.

"Say me with a shy face, you yourself are not a blind ruckus? The big illiterate teaches the little illiterate, you are still proud, why don't you learn yourself?" The young man rolled his eyes and directly retorted, completely not giving his father face.

"Your father and I can't learn poetry and books, that's your father is stupid and short-sighted, since he was a child, he took your father to dance knives and guns, and learned the useless art of war. It's not like your father and me, who have let you study since I was a child, but you are a fool, you don't learn. If I had been with your father, wouldn't I have woken up from a dream and won the champion early. The middle-aged man also rolled his eyes and boasted without blushing.

"Mmmmmmmm, I have a good father, very good, a good father who has taken me to visit the Qinglou since I was a child. The young man turned his head away from looking at his own Lao Tzu, and muttered secretly: "You don't see you winning the martial arts champion when you practice martial arts, it's not that material, and you can blow it." ”

Many people around paid attention to the pair of strange father and son who organized a group to visit the Qinglou, and no one interrupted, and they didn't dare to interrupt, but anyone who had some eyesight in Chang'an City knew that this father and son couldn't be provoked.

Don't look at the middle-aged man who is not amazing, and his actions are very arrogant, but he is the Duke of Huaiguo in the current dynasty, although this title is hereditary from their family, and he has no power, so he can be placed there from the title of Yipin.

Moreover, the water of the title of Duke Huaiguo is very deep, it has existed since the time of Emperor Wu, and has been hereditary for thousands of years. The first Duke of Huaiguo is the legendary Di surnamed Ge Lao who assisted Emperor Wu in the world.

Prince, the throne may not be able to be inherited for a hundred years, but this Huaiguo dukedom has been passed down for more than a thousand years, and if there is no reason for it, I am afraid that no one will believe it.

"After you go back, you have to study hard for Lao Tzu!" Huai Guogong tapped the head of the 'good son' and chattered at the same time.

The little prince was annoyed by the knocking, opened his Lao Tzu's hand, stood up and shouted around: "Hey, hey, hey, who can write Mulan silently, send a copy up, and the five taels of silver will be used as a reward!"

After a small half of the incense, someone put a piece of paper sprinkled with more than 400 words on the ground: "Little grandfather, this is a complete Mulan speech." ”

"Take it. The boy graciously threw out a piece of loose silver.

"Thank you, little grandfather. The man smiled and took the money, and withdrew with a smile.

The young man slapped Mulan Ci on his face, "Oh, I don't study, I can still get Mulan Ci." Then why am I still studying? Money can make ghosts grind, and ghosts can help me do things, let alone people!"

"Money can make ghosts grind, dream of you!" Tsing Yi in the corner sneered and disdained.

"You fucking bastard, use Lao Tzu's money to slap Lao Tzu's face? Huai Guogong stretched out his big fan-like hand and pressed the young man back into the chair, "But I have to say, you are worthy of Lao Tzu's species, smart enough to know how to be flexible!"

After Huai Guogong finished speaking, he unfolded the paper with Mulan Ci written on it, and at the same time beckoned to the family following next to him: "Come here, come here, help Lao Tzu take a look, what is hidden here." ”

This wonderful father and son are 'brainstorming' brightly.

Shi Yiguang, who was shrinking in the corner, was surprised, really, there is really no fairness in this world, everyone is born equal, it is simply shrimp, and it is fair to find a soulmate, and as a result, more than a dozen of them got together to discuss.

It's good that the discussion can't get a result, if you really guess the answer correctly, it must also be proposed by the grandfather of the country, and he should become a bosom friend, but is he really the bosom friend Chunxiao is looking for? Chunxiao's bosom friend should be a combination of more than a dozen of them.

The situation on Huai Guogong's side is not a special case, the powerful and rich around him have called their own think tanks (guys, family members, temporary high-paid scholars), and after a while, these guys have a copy of Mulan Ci.

"The night is long, you don't have to worry, just take a closer look. The old bustard had expected this and was very satisfied.

The effect has been achieved, who to choose as a bosom friend is not a choice? There is no difference to her old bustard, it is a good thing to choose these powerful masters, after all, are you willing to spend money!

Qinglou is already making money, and the essence of this 'promotional activity' held now is to make a reputation, forcibly occupy the high-end market, and make more money.

Shi Yiguang had nothing to do, brushed the mustache at the corner of his mouth, sat on the wooden ladder with his arms around Tsing Yi with a big grin, and also thought about enlightenment to see if he was Miss Chunxiao's bosom friend.

Tsing Yi also had nothing to do, relying on the memory of half a catty and eight taels, and Shi Yiguang pieced together the sentences of Mulanci, two guys who had nothing else, half a catty to eight taels, and memorized it for a long time before he could remember three and a half sentences.

[The male rabbit's feet are fluttering, the female rabbit's eyes are blurred; the double rabbit walks on the ground, can An tell that I am a male and a female?]

I remember these are the last two sentences of Mulan's words. It is the whole article that is used to wrap up, echo the full text, and summarize the key points of the full text, which must be very important, and the mystery should be hidden in it!" Shi Yiguang muttered to himself, then raised his eyebrows, and said seriously: "Could it be that Chunxiao wants to be a heroine like Mulan, galloping across the battlefield and serving the motherland!"

"The male rabbit's feet are fluttering, and the thigh meat must be very strong, and I really want to eat it. Tsing Yi smashed it and smashed it: "I think Chunxiao may also be hinting that these people below will buy her some braised rabbit legs." ”

Shi Yiguang thought that Tsing Yi was joking, but looking at her bright eyes and serious expression, she gradually realized that [asking for braised rabbit legs] might really be Tsing Yi's thoughts. Damn, is this guy sitting next to me a young lady in a Qinglou from another world, or Xie Xiaoqi, a god-level foodie.

Shi Yiguang always felt that only Xie Xiaoqi could surpass her in terms of unreliability, and now he can be regarded as finding another one.

"Shut up, don't talk nonsense, Chunxiao obviously wants to be a heroine like Mulan, with lofty aspirations, and a model for my generation!"

Just as Shi Yiguang and Tsing Yi were whispering in private, a young scholar with sword eyebrows and starry eyes and a folding fan in his hand stood up, smiled and nodded a few times to the surroundings, and then began to chant aloud.

"If Xiaosheng's guess is right, Miss Chunxiao wants to be a woman like that woman, Lu Mu, and Mulan. ”

"Although she is a weak daughter, the girl has the perseverance of a man, and she is not confined to the narrow views of the world. The young scholar arched his hand from afar: "Xiaosheng originally wrote a poem for the girl, I don't know if the girl can mind." ”

At this time, Chunxiao on the stage was clear at this time, and the fingertips were cut by the strings, and the wounds were visible, and the bits and pieces fell on the body of the piano. Chunxiao didn't care about the wound, and said in a nice and tactful voice: "The slave family is cheap, how can you mind, this son, please." ”

Chunxiao not only has a good piano sound, but also a clear and weak voice, which makes the hearts of the people around him ripple for a while, and they can't help but feel a desire to protect.

The scholar smiled and arched his hand, "The girl is from Jiannan Dao and Xichuan." ”

"Exactly!" Chunxiao nodded slightly.

"Learn the Xichuan Eight Formations. ”

"The mandarin duck holds the talisman in his sleeve. ”

"Women have always been willing to suffer,"

"Why should the general be a husband. In the last sentence, the scholar was impassioned and eloquent.

After listening to this poem, Shi Yiguang was so shocked that his jaw couldn't close, this poem seems to be written for Chunxiao, why should the general be a husband, that is, Shi, who has almost zero literary appreciation ability, thinks this sentence has taste.

"Cowhide, is this the poet of the Tang Dynasty, just open your mouth and come? I obeyed, cowhide. ”