The next one to appear is the shallow girl from Liangzhou Yihong Courtyard.

Liu Fan replayed the scene of Miss Qingqian's dancing that day in his mind, thinking about whether Miss Qingqian wanted to copy the dance of the last time, if so, it felt a little inferior compared to Miss Wei Zi's dance just now.

The key is that as a "poetry everyone" who chased ducks to the shelves to save the scene, what kind of poem is appropriate to plagiarize, if the shallow girl danced the peacock dance again, but she presented a poem praising the moon, is it a bit wrong.

But finding a good poem and eliminating the pre-Tang Dynasty is not a simple matter for a science man. "Alas, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard!"

Ling Han, who was whispering to Li Min next to him, saw Liu Fan's frowning and distressed look, and quietly asked, "Brother Liu, what's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?" ”

Liu Fan replied in a low voice: "It's okay, I'm just a little anxious, don't I want to save the emergency, I really want to write some poems!" If the girl danced a peacock dance, would it be okay for me to write a poem praising the moon, and wouldn't it be a bit ridiculous and generous to offer a poem like "Mountain Sawtooth"? ”

As soon as they heard the mountain jagged, Li Min and Ling Han both covered their mouths and laughed together.

After laughing, Ling Han whispered, "Brother Liu, there is no hard requirement for a poem to be presented to the girls, but it is a peacock dance, praise that ...... That moon is a bit bad after all, if the difference is not too outrageous, I don't think it has much to do with it, especially if Brother Liu can make a very beautiful poem, there will be no problem, because the six judges are all poetry masters, and when they see a good work, they will definitely not write on these details. ”

Li Minqi said: "You really know how to make poetry? ”

"Do you think I look like someone who makes poetry?"

"Not really."

Wang Kai, who had been listening to the three of them, couldn't help but interject at this time, "Brother, if you want to show off what poems you want to write, it's best for you to let Xiao Min or Miss Ling Han transcribe them again after you write them, your handwriting is really ......" After that, he shook his head slightly.

"Brother Wang is still talking here, and it wasn't to save you that day!"

When the official of the Rite Branch reported that the name of the song and dance of the Qingqian girl was "Stepping on the Plum under the Moon", it really made Liu Fan's tense nerves relax, fortunately, there are too many poems of Yongyue and Yongmei in ancient and modern China and abroad, excluding those of the Tang Dynasty, only after the Song Dynasty, Liu Fan remembered several poems, so there was no need to deal with the poems with the wrong topic.

I felt relieved, only to find that with the sound of three gongs again, dozens of lanterns were blown out one by one, and the singing and dancing performance on the stage had begun.

Under the lantern is a sparse forest of flowers, and the hazy moonlight can only shine the black shadows of the flowers and trees in the forest, and the outlines of the clusters of flowers on the trees, but they can't see the true face of the flowers, but everyone has already exclaimed in a low voice from the fragrance that emanates, "It's the fragrance of plum blossoms." Although I knew that none of this could be true, I was still deeply moved by the exquisite layout and artistic conception.

Contrary to the previous song, Wei Zi's rich peony is a sunny summer, while the shallow girl's moon stepping on the plum is a remnant winter like a curved moon, the sun to the moon, summer to winter, day to night, it seems that these two girls are really a bit of a-for-tat, I don't know if it is intentional or an accidental coincidence.

In the silence, a quiet sound of the flute slowly sounded from the side, the sound was low and continuous, like a gossamer fluttering in the wind, and with the sound of the flute gradually clear, a woman's black silhouette appeared in the moonlight.

At first, the silhouette was only the size of a palm, but gradually became larger, and when it became life-size, another curtain slowly opened, and many people realized that there was also a curtain made of light gauze as thin as a cicada's wings on the stage, and the black silhouette just now was just a shadow cast on the curtain.

At the moment when the thin curtain opened, the light in the stage suddenly brightened, and everyone saw everything on the stage clearly, under the moonlight, the red plums bloomed one after another, and the thin layer of snow underground, a beautiful woman with a rich spirit overlapped with the black silhouette just now, making it difficult for people to distinguish whether all this was true or false.

The sound of the flute repeats itself in a continuous cycle, and with the rhythm of the soft music, the woman's waist sways slightly, her body slowly turns, slowly changing her posture, her body is flexible to the extreme, and she turns at will to make a dance posture that anyone thinks is impossible.

The music gradually rose up, the woman's whole body danced rapidly, the dress bloomed like a blooming red plum, constantly flying in the air, the body stretched, and occasionally flashed a glimpse of the beautiful face. With her light and graceful, ethereal dancing, wide sleeves open and close to cover, but also set off her thousands of postures and posture, the scene can be heard quietly, everyone almost forgot to breathe, beautiful eyes in anticipation, that shocking glimpse seems to be deep in everyone's heart.

The audience is all moved by the dance under the moon, the sound of the flute is gradually distant, and finally it cannot be heard, the moon slowly falls, the light gradually dims, the light gauze-like curtain is also re-closed, and the woman's dancing figure is projected on the curtain, smaller and smaller, and gradually coincides with the crescent moon, which makes people feel in a trance that it is a picture of Chang'e running to the moon, and finally disappears into the endless darkness, leaving only the sigh of everyone in the audience.

When the lights of the venue were turned on again, Liu Fan was still thinking about how the lighting effect was designed, whether it was the same as the shadow puppet show performed in the countryside when he was a child, and Ling Han next to him had already reminded in a whisper: "Brother Liu, it's time to prepare to write a poem, there is only a moment of time, very nervous, and if you hand it in after the time, the judges will not accept it." ”

"Oh, okay, but, Xiaomin, let's talk to you, Ling Han still has to write poems by himself, you help me, I'll tell you to write it?" Just like Brother Wang said, I really can't handle that bad word. ”

"What's so difficult about this, although I haven't been very interested in articles and poetry since I was a child, but writing a few words is more than just making people laugh."

Liu Fan said silently in his heart, "I'm sorry Master Su, I remember that almost all the poems written in the time-traveling novels have to use your works as an emergency, who let you leave such a swan song for the ages, besides, today's shallow girl is the moon and Chang'e, so she can only steal your copyright." ”

Li Min saw Liu Fan's contemplative appearance, thinking that he still needed to think for a while, but he didn't expect that as soon as she picked up the pen at hand, Liu Fan immediately said: "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to Qingtian, I don't know the ...... of the heavenly palace."

The first half of the que has not been finished yet, and Ling Han, who has not started to write and looked at Liu Fan and Li Min, has already changed color in shock, just from this upper que, it is already a rare good work. Ling Han simply didn't think about it, put down the brush in his hand, and waited for Liu Fan to say the next thing, Li Min's sister-in-law of the county lord was also attracted by Ling Han's actions, and looked sideways at a few lines, and was also surprised......

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye......"

After writing Xia Que put down the pen, Li Min and Ling Han were a little out of shape, although he didn't like poetry and poetry very much since he was a child, but as one of the best wealthy families in the world, the poetry of the upper class that he had been in contact with since he was a child, the literati and the ink were gone, just listen to it at will, and it can accumulate a lot in the past ten years, although he said that he didn't like the way of poetry very much, but he still has the usual ability to appreciate it. I really don't know if he heard this poem from there, or if he made it himself, but it feels a little strange to think about it.

Liu Fan saw that the three of them seemed to be shocked, and thought that this song might be too shocking, so he asked in a low voice, "Then can't you change it again?" ”

The three of them stared at Liu Fan like a rare animal, and after a while, Li Min's sister-in-law of the county lord said: "What are you doing with it, besides, such a good poem should be taken out so that more people, even the talented and beautiful people in the whole world can appreciate and sing, hurry up and hand it over, and now the literati and scholars in Liangzhou should also breathe a sigh of relief." ”