On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, there was a song of eternal swan song in the first column of the stone armor of the thousand steles, and the news has spread in the capital.

The poems of the Mid-Autumn Festival have not been seen for decades, and now they have reappeared, which is naturally a great prosperity in the literary world.

It is like a boulder falling in the Weiyang Lake, setting off huge waves in Shangjing.

Almost half an hour after the word appeared, the red sleeves of the flower boat located in the Qinhuai River were sung by Oiran Xue Feifei.

It is said that this water tune song was recomposed by Hu Qin Hu - Hu is obsessed with wine and has not composed music for more than ten years, but after she saw this song, she was silent for a few breaths, and changed the original tune that had been circulated for hundreds of years.

When the Privy Council of the Privy Council made the third lady of Yan Shidao's ** Yan Xiaolou was also here, she came with Qin Bingzhong's grandson Qin Chengye and Qin Ruoxue, because Qin Bingzhong said that Lan Tingji was boring, so it was better to listen to the music in this red sleeve.

Yan Xiaolou wanted to go to Lantingji, but her brother Yan Xiwen didn't want to take her, not that there was any conflict between brother and sister, just because Yan Xiwen felt that Lantingji was a place where literati and scholars gathered, and it was quite inappropriate for you to go as a little girl - Yan Xiaolou was fourteen years old, and because of her brother's usual majesty, she had no choice but to come to the Red Sleeve Move.

No one expected that on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, there would be poems and texts that could climb the Thousand Stele Stone, and it was even in the first column of the Thousand Stele Stone Armor Character!

Thinking that Lan Tingji must have been a grand occasion of cheering at that moment, and the person who made this statement must be like a bright star.

Yan Xiaolou was a little disappointed, how beautiful it would be if he could witness that scene with his own eyes.

When the song of the water tune sounded in the red sleeves, and when Xue Feifei sang the word slowly, Yan Xiaolou knew that this song was indeed the swan song of the ages!

So, who wrote this poem?

Will it be the elder brother?

There are countless talented literati in Shangjing, which is impossible to guess.

Until the last sentence of wishing people to be thousands of miles away from Chanjuan sang, until the last note fell, until after dozens of breaths of silence, Xu Yungui, the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple, who lived in the window on the left, asked: "Dare to ask the girl, do you know who made this word?" ”

Xue Feifei didn't answer, and Hu Qin and Hu walked out.

She has a smile on her face, although she is thirty or six years old, her appearance is still good, and she even has a little more grace and wealth.

She has been drunk on music for 30 years, proficient in various musical instruments, and her music has been passed down all over the world, and no one can match it, so the world respects her as everyone.

She hadn't composed a song for years, but tonight she worked on the lyrics again.

At this moment, she stood on the stage, looked at everyone and said with a smile: "This word, born in Linjiang, passed on in Weiyang, and finally ascended to the palace, left on a thousand steles, and admired by all generations." ”

Born in Linjiang?

Passed on to Weiyang?

So, this poem was born in that place in Linjiang?

Xu Yungui frowned, he didn't like that place in Linjiang very much.

Qin Ruoxue's eyes lit up, and she suddenly pulled her brother Qin Chengye's sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "Could it be him?" ”

Who is he? Yan Xiaolou looked at Qin Chengye very curiously.

"How is it possible, that guy doesn't know if he has returned to Linjiang in Xiacun."

On the stage, Hu everyone paused, and said: "The author of this word is praised by Qin Lao as a friend who has forgotten his year. The mellow nature of his brewing is comparable to the fragrance of my red sleeves. He wrote a book called A Dream of Red Mansions! ”

Qin Ruoxue opened her little mouth with a look of surprise, she looked at Qin Chengye, Qin Chengye looked confused, thinking that kid is so powerful?

Yan Xiaolou already knew who it was, and his heart was extremely happy.

Xu Yun returned to the river between his eyebrows, gradually dispersed again, and drank a glass of wine alone.

Now, he made a word sent to Dong Mansion Dong Shulan girl, tonight Shulan girl will present this word, affirmed by five great Confucians, a total of thousands of steles stone armor word first column, this word, for the eternal swan song, this person ...... It is the dragon and phoenix among people. ”

"Below, Xue Feifei will sing a song for everyone again."

Hu everyone retreated, the music started again, and everyone looked at each other.

Especially Xu Yungui, he suddenly felt that all this was as if in a dream, it was so unreal.

Sister Yunqing has been an immortal for ten years, her son has grown up, and although he is in Linjiang, his name has shaken Shangjing.

What will he look like?

Will it be as beautiful as Yunqing?

If his father hadn't made that decisive thing back then, would Yunqing have left so young?

It's no use crying over spilt milk..

Looking back, it's just a dream of the Red Mansion.

……

Hu and everyone sat at the stern of the boat, and there was no one here.

There were several tributes in the stern of the boat, incense wax burned, and a brazier.

She lit a handful of paper money and put it in the basin, and the light of the fire reflected her face.

"Your son has grown up."

"In just a few months, it's like a different person, this is your protection, I know it."

"He is famous, he has written books and poems, all of which are masterpieces, I don't understand how Fu Daguan's guy can give birth to such an excellent son, I have thought about it for a long time, it is because of you."

"Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, thinking about how many classics you wrote lyrics and I composed music back then, and since you left, I rarely composed music again. I wrote a song for your son's song tonight, and I am very satisfied, and I think you will be very satisfied with the song that was burned to you together. ”

"The temple gate of the Confucius Temple is about to fall, but the jujube tree inside is growing very well, the jujube is very big and sweet, and it will ripen in a few days. I couldn't climb up alone, I could only watch, which was a pity. ”

"I heard a news, your son seems to be in love with Dong Shulan, look at it, it's no different from his father. It doesn't matter if your son goes to participate in the imperial examination and has an official body, but he is the same as his father, there is an official character in his name, but he has nothing to do with the official fart, and it is the story of the son of the landlord's family who fell in love with the official eunuch lady, if you can hear it, either you will break his thoughts, or ...... Just give a dream to that girl, I guess this road is the same as you, then elope. ”

"Okay, I haven't talked to you for a long time, I'm happy today, I'm a little long-winded, don't be as angry as you used to be."

Hu finished burning the paper money, clapped his hands, twisted a wine bottle and drank two sips, but it was the Xishan Tianol.

She sat on a chair at the stern of the boat, looked at the moon in the sky, her expression gradually became lonely, and she whispered: "Yunqing, do you know how much I love you!" ”

"Since you left with that Fu Daguan, my soul is gone, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, why did you marry him? What the hell am I ...... What's bad? ”