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Yang Zheng hated that someone was pretending to be forced by himself the most in his life, and snorted: "A few words" dance low Yangliulou Xinyue, singing the peach blossom fan at the bottom of the wind is not a big deal?

Duan Yu said: "I don't believe this, this Lord Yan has been concentrating on the six arts since he was a child, next to hundreds of schools, especially Xile Mansion, outstanding literary talent, and deeply loved by his father and colleagues." He is not bound by the world, arrogant by nature, not snobbish, never take advantage of his father's power or with the help of his father's protégé and the favorable conditions of the old officials all over the world, to seek fame, so the career is very unsatisfactory, his life has only been Yingchang Mansion Xutian Town Supervisor, Kaifeng Mansion Push Official and other small officials, so it is so, but his words make more nostalgia for the past, express sorrow, the tone is full of sentimentality, the sadness is deep and sincere, the scene is integrated, the language is beautiful, the charm is rhyme, and the vomit is natural, "can shake people's hearts". His "Linjiang Immortal", "Partridge Heaven", "Ruan Langgui", etc., are all famous passages that have always been recited, through guò several vivid and touching pictures, expressing the sorrow of parting, the pain of lovesickness and the joy of reunion, the love is sincere, nine songs and intestines, it is really a good song, although I Duan Yu is not as talented as Brother Yang, but I listen to a lot of small songs, can write like Lord Yan is so bleak and tactful, and moving Xiao Ling, there is no one else in the world except Lord Liu?"

Yang Zheng smiled and said, "That's not necessarily, I can sing a song?"

Hearing Yang Zheng say that she wanted to chant poetry against her, Fluttershy raised her eyebrows slightly, but it only took a moment to regain the ancient well just now, and the woman behind her put her figure over, and blew softly in her ear, warm as spring, and giggled: "Childe's mouth is extraordinary, even Lord Yan's poetry is not in his eyes, I think this poem must be extraordinary."

Duan Yu laughed and said: "Of course, my brother Yang is a poet, and he is still a little famous on the shore of this West Lake, that is, the prince of the dynasty, a scholar, and the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, Yang Shiqi Yang is also full of praise for his poems, you girls should greet him well, if you can serve him happily, reward you and wait for a poem, I am afraid that the value has increased a hundred times."

Yang Zheng also knew that in ancient times, some dignitaries, scholars, and Qinglou wrote lyrics, either at the invitation of the singer, or for the gift of prostitutes, and most of them used the singer as the lyrical protagonist in the lyrics, and the courtesan sang the scholar to appreciate it, so as to complete the whole process of creating and singing and receiving appreciation. In this process, the courtesans have the conditions to act as intermediaries, with their expressions, movements, communicative adaptability, and often accompanied by musical instruments such as pipa, sheng, flute, and clapper, often making the singing of "social" occasions, singing and dancing in one, the voice and emotion, pleasing to the ears and eyes, the recipient (recipient) gets sensory and spiritual enjoyment, so that the lyrics are disseminated, and those singers also sing those poems of all people, and improve their popularity, and there are many benefits from it.

When the woman behind her heard this, her face suddenly showed joy, her figure became lower and lower, Yang Zheng was not polite, the so-called don't look at white, don't touch white, don't touch white, don't squint at the moment, and stroked the big hand uneasily.

Although the woman behind her is wearing heavy makeup, she is better than her graceful figure, melon seed face, and a straight little nose, but she is also a beauty embryo, so Yang Zheng's little hands are not soft.

These stroking techniques were learned from a certain island country, although these women were Qinglou women, but they rarely saw such techniques, just after stroking for a while, the woman muttered, the whole body fell down, and the two soft balls all fell into Yang Zheng's palm.

"The wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the dough remains in the heart!

Duan Yu and Peng Chengfeng were slightly stunned, and then laughed, Peng Chengfeng smiled: "Hua'an, you are really shameless enough-?"

"My day, are you praising me or scolding me?" Yang Zheng rolled his eyes fiercely, glanced at Fluttershy with an indifferent face, and said in his heart, "This girl is quite capable of pretending?"

sneered, the strength in her hand was a little heavier, her five fingers shook slightly, stroking the softness, the technique was light and heavy, slow and fast, the woman snorted, panting, her scarlet red lips opened slightly, and scolded Yang Zheng: "The son is dead-?"

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Yang Zheng smiled, and at this moment withdrew the big hand that was evil, the woman exhaled heavily, and her blurred eyes regained her look, only then did she find that most of her body was completely pressed on Yang Zheng's back, and she couldn't help but blush.

Yang Zheng smiled, gently pulled the woman over, pointed to his leg bone, and motioned for her to sit down here

The woman didn't refuse, she looked at him with silky eyes, raised her hips slightly with a smile, and sat down.

Although he had been prepared, Yang Zheng couldn't help but snort comfortably, and said in his heart: "The skin is well maintained and full of elasticity?"

The woman looked at him with a smile in her eyes, and suddenly stretched out a pair of snow-white wrists, stretched gently, and the clothes as light as tulle slipped down the snow-white wrists little by little, which was very tempting.

The woman's wrist wrapped around Yang Zheng's neck and hooked it gently, and her figure took the opportunity to fall into his arms, the softness on her chest seemed to rub on his chest intentionally or unintentionally, and the tingling feeling made him swallow his saliva.

"Damn, is this to seduce me?"

"Childe, are people still waiting for you to recite poetry?" The woman's small mouth opened lightly, exhaled like an orchid, and looked at Yang Zheng with a smile in her clear eyes.

"Oh, I almost forgot it, I hope the girl doesn't want to be surprised?" Yang Zheng smiled, and his big hand took the opportunity to pinch the softness of his waist, only then did he frown, thought for a while, and said: "If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan? Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain did not complain. How can he be like Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes to be on the same day - I don't know if this little word can be compared to Lord Yan?"

At this time, everyone's eyes were attracted by him, and after listening to this little song, several people paused slightly, even Fluttershy, who was singing a small song, also looked up at Yang Zheng slightly, and her dark eyes flashed a strange light.

"If life is only as it is when we first see it, what is the autumn wind and sad fan-?" Fluttershy said softly, and suddenly said, "If you get along with people like when you first met, you will always be so sweet, so warm, so affectionate and happy." But you and I should love each other, but how did we become separated from each other today? Now that you have changed your mind lightly, you say that it is easy for lovers to change their hearts. I and you are like Emperor Tang Ming and Yang Yuhuan, who made an oath of life and death in the Palace of Eternal Life, but in the end, we made a decisive part, and we did not hold grudges. But how can you compare to Emperor Tang Ming back then, he always had a vow with Yang Yuhuan to compare winged birds and even branches. Childe is really good at learning, this poem, the language is beautiful, delicate and rhyme, and the spit is natural, "It can shake people's hearts, compared to Lord Yan's parting sorrow, it is more sincere, painful, and unbearable to read, I can't imagine that Childe is so young and has such sorrow?"

Hearing Fluttershy's praise, Yang Zheng blushed a little, and said with a smile: "The girl has won the prize! The girl's voice is moving, and the artistic conception of poetry is moving, and the little song that I want to come for a while must be very good!"

The woman behind her raised her little face and said, "Of course, Fluttershy made us the most popular people here, and many people like to listen to her songs, and Childe will know after listening to them?"

"Hehe, yes, then I'm going to listen to it?" Yang Zheng said as he stared at Fluttershy.

Fluttershy didn't say much, she gently placed the huqin in her hand on her chest, then flicked her fingers on the strings, her lips opened lightly, her eyes looked at Yang Zheng, and she sang softly: Don't wake up in the West Building when you're drunk, spring dreams and autumn clouds, it's so easy to gather and disperse. The slanting moon and half window still sleep less, and the painting screen is idle to display Wu Shancui.

The words in the poem with wine marks on the clothes, dotted and lined, are always desolate. The red candle has no good plan for self-pity, and the cold night sky weeps for others. "The singing voice is soft and moving, especially the last few sentences, don't wake up in the West Building when you are drunk, don't remember it, spring dreams and autumn clouds, it's really easy to gather and disperse. The slanting moon and half window still sleep less, the cold night sky weeps for people, the faint reciprocating low, depressed and sad, the faint sorrow when leaving the love, is sung to the fullest.

The woman in her arms seemed to be infected by this singing, sighed softly, and squeezed her graceful figure into Yang Zheng's arms, so that the softness that seemed to be there was really attached to his chest, making him couldn't help but breathe a few times.

Squinting at the table, he saw that there was still a glass of water and wine on the table, stretched out his big hand, picked up the wine glass, raised his head, opened his lips and drank it, only to feel indescribably comfortable, he exhaled heavily, glanced at Fluttershy, who was still teardropping, and said to himself: "The joy of the past is fleeting, the nostalgia of the day is difficult to express, the reunion in the future is indefinite, back and forth, depressed and sad, the girl is so good to sing?"

Fluttershy hugged Huqin in her arms, stood up lightly, and bowed Yang Zheng slightly, and said without raising her head, "Childe has won the award?"

Yang Zheng said "um", didn't say much, and laughed with the woman in his arms, and soon the woman was touched and scratched by him and blushed, and glared at him angrily from time to time after screaming, and said coquettishly: "Is the son good or bad?"

Duan Yu and Peng Chengfeng on the side were not as open as him, seeing his big hand roaming on the woman's chest, if there was no one around, he was both envious and admired in his heart.

"The girl's song is the sound of nature, it's rare to have such an opportunity today, and you still bother the girl to sing another song?" Yang Zheng casually threw the words out.