Although the private seats in the courtyard were closer to the stage, in order to avoid Xu You, Huangfu Gao Ming asked for a private room to be arranged.

There are not many people who can enter the private seats and private rooms, they are all the children of high-ranking official families and the like, of course, there are also a few wealthy businessmen who have become the back-the-scenes financiers of some Qinglou, and they have an important task today, which is to praise the Qinglou and Oiran that they support. Some low-grade eunuch families and ordinary wealthy merchants can only watch obliquely from the painting boat.

Tonight's Huajian Building is the most prosperous and lively place in the entire Jiangning City, and even the entire Tang Kingdom or the world. It has become an excellent opportunity and platform for many eunuchs to enjoy life, wealthy businessmen to develop their businesses, wealthy businessmen to make new friends, talented people to become famous, and beautiful women to stand out.

Everyone is working in a better direction, whether the process is sunny or shady. People go to high places, and water flows to low places, this reason does not deceive me.

On the table in the private room there were preserved fruits, pastries, and moromi grains. In addition, there is a delicate red piece of paper with the order of appearance. There are a total of twelve Oirans from various Qinlou Chu Pavilions, among which the little lady of Lanzhou in Jiangqing Pavilion is in second place, and Qin Xiaoxiao, the head of the line, is the finale. It can be seen that the more people are soft-spoken, not famous, and not hard in the background, the more they are in the front.

Zhen Feng couldn't help but get nervous, generally the higher the front, the easier it is to be forgotten when it comes to the final merit-based recommendation and reward, after all, at that time, whether it is a master of music and rhythm, or a lyricist, or an ordinary official eunuch or a talented man, they have already diluted the previous performances and been brainwashed by latecomers. Zhen Feng's nervousness led to the fact that the lyrics of the first Oiran and the dancing posture were all swallowed up, and he only knew that he was singing a song "Butterfly Loves Flowers", the most classic word card of the flower school. Although he is very confident in the lyrics, after all, there are too many influencing factors, such as the person who sings, the audience, and the acceptance of the new genre of the times.

It turns out that Zhen Feng was too worried. When a new song and new lyrics "Yulin Bell" are sung, the "line" dispute of the Winter Clothes Festival poetry meeting will reach its climax, and there is no one. All this was somewhat unexpected for him.

The little lady of Lanzhou is simple and elegant on stage, different from the usual singing and dancing, there are no beautiful clothes, no beautiful dance, no accompanying dance of the stars holding the moon, and no superb accompaniment. On the stage, the lights dimmed, and the curtain was like a shadow puppet play, presenting a poignant farewell ink painting. The distant mountains and rivers are slim, and only a couple of lovers are reluctant to give up.

The little lady of Lanzhou is in the backlight, and the audience can only see the outline clearly, only feeling that the clothes are fluttering, soft and tactful, the posture is curled Nana, the slender waist is Chuchu, as if the willow branches outside the city are about to fall down at any time, the more you can't see clearly, the more provocative it is.

She held a guqin and slowly rose in the bright prosperity. One light and one dark, one movement and one stillness, at this moment merged into the sound of the piano. Whether it is a private seat in the courtyard, a private room in the attic, or a scattered seat in the painting boat, seeing this strange and poignant, I can't help but stop whispering, stop eating in my hands, stop looking around at the beauty, and stop filling in the poems of the poetry club.

The sound of the piano slid out of Lan Zhou's fingertips, born from the "Yulin Bell Song" of Tang Xuanzong missing Yang Guifei in the Tang Jiaofang song, and the "Yulin Bell" used for the word plate retains the pain of lovesickness, the hatred of farewell, the astringency of reality, and the despair of the future, so that everyone who hears it has a kinship.

When the chanting of "chilling cicada poignantly" floated out with the sound of the piano, the soft, clear and poignant sound made people feel that the farewell scene of the curtain and the farewell story they had heard before resurfaced, which aroused the reverie of some people present.

When the chant reaches the "nostalgia place, Lan Zhou urges." Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked", everyone was amazed in their hearts, and the singer not only integrated himself into it, but also seemed to narrate a parting scene that could be seen, touched, and felt. There are some sensual people here, such as Li Yu, like the genius of the flower school, like some singers who yearn for beautiful love, and they can't stop the fog from blinding them.

When singing "Nian go, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and Chu Tiankuo", there have been officials who have been degraded, there have been lovers who have parted with sorrow and hatred, and there have been people with lofty ideals who have left their hometowns, as if they saw the vast river covered with thousands of miles of smoke and waves, and the twilight was as low as the farewell sorrow and hatred at this time, and their hearts seemed to sink into the Yangtze River, and they could no longer extricate themselves.

When "Where is the wine tonight?" The ethereal sound of "willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon" lingered in everyone's ears, and many people stood up from their seats, stretching out their hands as if they wanted to catch something in the void, is it love, is it the year, is it the wind and moon, or is it the beauty of the past? What may be able to be grasped is only the current breeze and the waning moon on the horizon.

When the slight whimpering "Even though there are thousands of styles, who else can I say?" Accompanied by the sound of the piano singing in a low voice, there was a crying, ethereal and distant sound of the cave flute. After a long time, there were those who sighed, those who were disappointed, those who burst into tears, those who applauded, and those who whistled, and those who were whistled and cheered, and they lost control of the scene that should continue to be performed here. The little lady of Lanzhou has withdrawn, but the scene has been difficult to calm down for a long time.

Who cried the most in the seat, and the emperor was wet in his shirt. Li Yu didn't care about the pink beauties who accompanied him, and concentrated on immersing himself in the artistic conception of lyrics. This is a long-key slow poem, which is not much different from the common small and middle tones of Huajian words, and the overall emotion is more delicate and long, which is rare in the current era. It's just that in front of art, form is the carrier, and it is indeed deeply moving.

Mother He was trembling with nervousness, she was worried that she had already offered Mother Liu, and once the performance was unsuccessful, she would fall into a desperate situation in the future. It's done, it's really done! The lyrics given by Zhen Feng really toppled the world and convinced everyone, and even the scenes and styles in a letter he later gave pierced everyone's hearts.

At first, Mother He was reluctant to arrange the scene according to Zhen Fengjiao, such a prosperous place of fireworks, performing in such an elegant form, it is easy to be forgotten. However, Mr. Qin insisted on setting it up according to the method on the letter, and finally added a small piece of Dong Xiao's cooperation, which made the poignant artistic conception of this parting more ethereal and far-reaching.

At this moment, Liu's mother has gone from doubt, surprise, and anger to helplessness and speechlessness. She looked at the changes in the expressions of those dignitaries, children of families, and talented people, and knew that all this was irreparable, even if Qin Xiaoxiao still got the title of "head of the line" in the end, Jiangqing Pavilion and Lanzhou had already become another place in the minds of these people.

She didn't know what was going on, how Jiang Qingguan had become so powerful overnight. I heard that after the death of Han Wenjing (Han Xizai), a scholar of the Zhongshu Shilang and Guangzheng Palace, his family was scattered all over the world, among which there were singers who went to Jiangqing Pavilion, this matter was originally taken for granted, after all, hundreds of family concubines were just a place to take them in, how could there be such a scene. He Sanniang seems to have come prepared, her wings are stiff, and she has long wanted to make a name for herself.

She must give herself and Huajian Lou a new face. She asked the seventh aunt beside her, "How are the preparations for the painting boat and the kitchen?" ”

"It's all ready, just wait for an order."

"Okay, inform the painting boat that the poetry club must be stopped. Wait for the little show to come back at the end of the kitchen, so as not to miss the little good thing. ”

"Whoa."