This is a song about war, about a general who served the country and the people, killed the enemy abroad, was loyal to the country, and in the end he did not die on the battlefield, but was killed by his own comrades, and the general died, and his children were all killed! He was loyal to the king and served the country all his life, and he did not die in the hands of the enemy, but in the end he died in the hands of his own people, how sad and sad........

Xia Yunduo listened to the song of the Wanqing girl, and a voice told herself that what this Wanqing sang was probably herself!! Xia Yunduo looked at Donglin Luorong, the two glanced at each other, and both saw the suspicion in each other's eyes, Xia Yunduo thought, maybe she must strive to meet this Wanqing girl tonight, by the way, to understand the story behind the Wanqing girl, Xia Yunduo felt that if she could, help her!!

"Good ......"

"The evening girl has a good singing voice........"

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There are many people cheering below, Xia Yunduo is depressed, obviously at this time, Miss Wanqing needs more comfort!!!!

Xia Yunduo's heart darkened, perhaps, what they fancied was the beauty of the evening girl!! This is probably the sorrow of the people in the Fengyue place!!! No matter how talented they are, they can't get rid of their identity as prostitutes, and even if they don't sell their bodies, they will inevitably be looked down upon. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Is there any son who wants to come up and give it a try???" The music of the evening girl stopped, half loud, and still no one came up to challenge. The little girl asked.

Xia Yunduo and Tanglin Luorong glanced at each other, and Donglin Luorong nodded, agreeing with Xia Yunduo's idea.

"Xia Jiuxian is ugly!" Xia Yunduo looked at the zither on the display table, and it just so happened that her Bingyuqin was not suitable for taking it out in this crowded place, so she stood up and walked out, ready to play on the display table!

Xia Yunduo's voice sounded, and everyone looked over in an instant, and the evening girl in the house also looked over.

I saw a man who looked like he was in the city walking out.

The white clothes are long and the hair is simply tied up. Laughing and groaning, like a beautiful boy in white clothes in the turbid world, with a special demeanor, hearty and clear, and a good-looking beauty tip on his forehead when he laughs, the kind of beauty that ignores gender, as if he is a fairy descending to earth. If you weren't wearing men's clothes and dressing up as men's clothes, everyone would think it was a woman.

The corners of Xia Yunduo's mouth rose slightly, and then he walked to the display table, thought about it, sat down, and adjusted the strings.

Then the play begins.

A piece of paper fell into dust

Whose past will be sealed

Ink marks between the lines

Pour out whose love and hate

The book is a few sorrowful thoughts

A few strokes of ink added a few points of parting

Tuliu used to laugh at our naivety

That year you galloped on horseback

Defend the city on a bloody battlefield

When the trumpet sounded in the front

One horse and one gun for the country

It's your iron bones

Piety is imprinted in the years

And who can answer my light question

sighing about the past is like spirits

can fill up all the words missing

But it can't bring you back from your memories

Leave me in the wind to listen to the white bone lamentation

I play a song of a thousand butterflies

Thousands of feet are wrapped in cold

bewitched the vast sentient beings

but it can't lead your soul

Looking back, you are cruel

I'm alone

Keep a promise, a foolishness, etc

I stood at the grave and sighed

Sigh yin and yang are separated from each other

I used to think

You're still there

Now the blood-stained remains of the guns

It has been buried in a mound of clothes

That's half your life's loyalty

sighing about the past is like spirits

can fill up all the words missing

But it can't bring you back from your memories

Leave me in the wind to listen to the white bone lamentation

sighing about the past is like spirits

can fill up all the words missing

But it can't bring you back from your memories

Leave me in the wind to listen to the white bone lamentation

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Xia Yunduo opened her lips slightly, and began to sing, and a beautiful music rang out.

Everyone couldn't help but fall into the music, followed by a low mood, followed by uncomfortable......

This song is about a general who saved a little girl, because the little girl was homeless and took in the little girl, slowly, the two fell in love for a long time, but at this time, the general received a will, let him go to quell the rebellion, the general wrote a letter, promising the little girl to come back and take her to eat rock sugar gourd, and then go to see the cherry blossoms together.......

However, as soon as the general went, due to the outnumbered enemy, the whole army was finally annihilated, the little girl came to the battlefield, looking at the battlefield full of corpses, she began to keep flipping, hoping to find the general, but, in the end, the little girl did not find the general's body, so she made a grave with the general's clothes, the little girl would come to the grave every year to accompany the general, many years later, when the little girl came down from the general's grave again, she met a person who was exactly the same as the general, the little girl had been stuck in her own thoughts, I didn't see the general, but the general watched the little girl pass by him, standing there stunned, looking at the little girl's back in a daze.

"Husband, what's wrong with you???" The woman next to the general saw that the general didn't leave halfway, and stood there not knowing what she was looking at, so she asked.

"It's nothing, let's go!!" The general shook his head, only thinking that the little girl was so familiar, but he couldn't remember if he had seen it, so he turned around and took his wife and left..... (Pure fiction...)

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There is no doubt that Xia Yunduo finally succeeded in becoming the guest of the evening girl's tonight.

Xia Yunduo sat in the evening girl's room, looked at the evening girl opposite, and raised her eyebrows.

"Mr. Xia, please drink tea..."Miss Wanqing made a word of invitation, and her every move was extremely elegant and moving.

"Thank you......" Xia Yunduo smiled and thanked him.

"What does Xia Gongzi want to talk about with Wanqing???" Miss Wanqing saw very clearly that when this Xia Jiuxia Gongzi looked at her, he didn't have the kind of gaze in his eyes. There is no such thing as looking down on them, there are some of them, more of them are like ordinary people, so Wanqing has a very good impression of Xia Jiugongzi.

"Xia Jiu wants to talk to Miss Wanqing about Miss Wanqing's life experience." Xia Yunduo looked at the evening girl fixedly, not letting go of the slightest trace of the evening girl's eyes and emotions.

"Hehe......." The evening girl was startled, her body trembled slightly, and then she tried to calm down and looked at Xia Yunduo.

"Wanqing is just a person in a Fengyue place, what is there to talk about." The evening girl picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. It regained its calm and breezy appearance.

"Xia Jiu has a very good impression of Miss Wanqing, if Miss Wanqing needs any help, maybe Xia Jiu can do a little bit ......" Xia Yunduo said.