Singing poetry in the Tang Dynasty is one of the more popular activities in the aristocratic circle, of course, generally good pipa, the women of the Yaoqin are matched with music, and then the clear and unique mulberry sound is the most beautiful, in the Qinglou, there are prostitutes who specialize in singing poetry to lead the trend of singing, and the ladies of the official eunuch families are all vying to imitate.

The so-called singing poetry, that is, the recitation with rhythm and feelings, needs to master some inhibition and frustration, harmonious pronunciation, and the feelings of the poem to the extreme, if you want to sing good poetry, you must also have a certain level of appreciation, so that you can accurately interpret the meaning of the poem, with the same mood as the poem, Wu Yuanqing's poem is relatively empty, and it will naturally not be too good to sing it, so the young lady who has singing skills has no intention of appearing.

Seeing that no one was willing to come out and sing his proud work, Wu Yuanqing quit, and after his eyes swept through the crowd for a moment, he walked towards one of them with a smile, "I have heard for a long time that Miss Yu is good at pipa and guqin, and her poetry and singing are a must in Chang'an. ”

Everyone's eyes also followed Wu Yuanqing at this time, and they saw a woman in front of him, about thirteen or fourteen years old, not tall, but her facial features were very exquisite, especially the skin, white and red, people couldn't help but want to kiss it, at this time she was holding a light red pipa in both hands, looking at Wu Yuanqing with a little annoyance in her eyes.

This scene was also seen by Li Shimin without exception, and what surprised him was that not far behind this woman, Sun Xiangfu's head, which was obviously a little taller than everyone else, was in it, and this baby was crowded in the pile of women to watch the excitement, could it be that he fell in love with the woman of that family?

Li Shimin took a sip of wine, and then asked Concubine Wei, who was sitting on his left, "Concubine Ai, do you know that the woman holding the pipa is the lady?" ”

Concubine Wei followed Li Shimin's line of sight, and said with a smile for a moment, "This is the granddaughter of Yu Shinan, the son of Yongxing County, whose name is Yu Xiu'er, and she sang poetry in the palace last year!" Her father seems to be working in the Ministry of Industry, and he should be a subordinate of Ying Guogong, presumably this martial artist and the Yu family should be familiar with each other! ”

Concubine Wei is good at remembering, Concubine Yin is good at scheming, Eryang is good at beauty, and Concubine Yan has no quarrel with the world, which is the characteristic of several concubines in Li Shimin's harem.

The Wu family and the Yu family are not only familiar with what Concubine Wei said, they are all familiar to the point of becoming enemies, that Wu Yuanqing is a womanizer, since one day he went to Yu Mansion with his father as a guest, and after seeing Yu Xiu'er, he began to remember, his father Wu Shi Tong is Yu Xiu'er's father Yu Chang's Shangguan, even if it is several steps higher than her grandfather Yu Shinan, so, Wu Yuanqing, who is full of lust, naturally does not take the Yu family in his eyes, and after several flirtaties, he wants his father to go to Yu Mansion to propose, the Yu family knows Wu Yuanqing's virtue, and refuses to speak, and then, The faces of the two families are not good-looking.

Of course, Li Shimin and Concubine Wei didn't know these things, but after their eyes swept over Sun Xiangfu and Yu Xiu'er again, Li Shimin's mind had an idea, and he had more ideas, this Yu Shinan is an old minister of the Qin Palace, Li Shimin's hardcore, and the Yu family is a scholarly family, and the idea of serving the country is deep-rooted, isn't it just a good match for that kid, but he doesn't have the habit of forcing ministers to marry daughters, but he wants to see if these two people have a fate.

In the field, after receiving Wu Yuanqing's invitation, Yu Xiuer was not only displeased, but angry, which made people see the clues, this is the rhythm of things!

"Why, Sister Xiu'er looks down on her brother's clumsiness?" was swept away in front of everyone, Wu Yuanqing said with a gloomy face.

"Your clumsy work is too clumsy, the young lady is not rare to sing, you are still dead-faced, do you really not know how to write the word shame?"

It was no one else who spoke, it was Sun Xiangfu who was standing behind Yu Xiuer to watch the excitement, in later generations, it was normal for the people who ate melons to help say two fair words when they watched the excitement, but unfortunately, Sun Xiangfu has not yet adapted to the rules of this era, and he needs to have the corresponding strength to stand out for others, otherwise, it will be the end of being broken.

"Who are you who dare to speak out and humiliate me?"

Wu Yuanqing's face turned cold when he heard this, and his eyes looked at Sun Xiangfu. At this time, Yu Xiu'er was shocked to realize that there was a man standing behind her, and when she looked back, she found that this man who spoke fairly was actually a little handsome, and suddenly, she turned her body to the side.

Well, she gave Sun Xiangfu a chance to save beauty as a hero and have a hard anus on the front.

"The masses who eat melons under the next one, I can't see it and just say a fair word."

"One for the people who eat melons? Is this a personal name? Not only Wu Yuanqing, but everyone present looked at Sun Xiangfu with a strange expression.

Oops, I was too involved in watching the play, and I forgot that I had crossed over, Sun Xiangfu complained in his heart, and said with a straight face, "Sun Xiangfu, the pastoral supervisor under the Fisheries Department of the Lower Animal Husbandry Supervision Bureau." ”

"A traitor dares to speak out to humiliate my son, it's really bold." Wu Yuanqing sneered angrily when he heard that Sun Xiangfu had reported this unworthy official position.

"It's a prisoner, not a traitor, and there is a grade below, and it's under the seventh grade! I don't know what kind of grade Wu Gongzi is! ”

"Uh······" Wu Yuanqing was speechless, he was not an official, and he was really not an official.

"Okay, since you're levelless, let's just watch from the side! It's not your fault that the poem is so clumsy that no one is willing to sing it, it's your fault that prevents others from offering poems to Your Majesty. "Sun Xiangfu successfully changed the concept, domineering, and the poetry has a hairy relationship with the official product!

Hearing Sun Xiangfu's words, a burst of laughter suddenly sounded in the crowd, and Wu Yuanqing's face turned even more angry, and he said angrily, "Could it be that you are a seven-rank petty official who also has poems to dedicate to Your Majesty?" ”

This is a typical agitation method, if Sun Xiangfu doesn't pick up this stubble, this matter is not over, just when he hesitated to plagiarize a few songs, Yu Xiuer's big watery eyes looked at him.

These eyes are so beautiful, the eyes are also beautiful, Chu Chu is pitiful, it is so difficult to refuse!

Sun Xiangfu thought so in his heart, so he twisted his neck and said, "No, there are poems to dedicate to Your Majesty." ”

"Hmph, don't slap your swollen face and become fat, let's see what kind of tattered and crooked poems you make."

In Wu Yuanqing's cursing voice and Yu Xiu'er's adoring eyes, Sun Xiangfu slowly walked to the open space in front of the pavilion, and as he walked, he was thinking about plagiarizing that one in his mind.

In his previous life, from elementary school to high school, his parents enrolled him in interest classes that were not foreign languages or vocal music, painting, musical instruments, and when he arrived in college, in order to soak his first girlfriend, he secretly reported to the poetry club where she was located, although most of the poems he read at that time were modern poems, but there were also a lot of ancient poems, but he couldn't remember a lot of them after a long time, and he could only remember some of the sentences.

"There it is."

Sun Xiangfu had a flash of inspiration in his head, and thought of Yan Jidao's song "Ruan Langgui".

"The golden palm on the edge of the sky is dewed into frost, and the clouds are long with the word goose.

The green cup and red sleeves take advantage of Chongyang, and the people are like hometowns.

Lan Pei purple, chrysanthemum hairpin yellow, diligent and old-fashioned.

If you want to exchange intoxication for sadness, don't break your gut. ”

"Good, good sentence, good person's love like hometown, Qing Song is not broken, this eclectic long and short sentence, but it is more able to express people's emotions than five words and seven words, smell this good sentence, when you drink a full cup, float a big white also."

As soon as Sun Xiangfu's words fell, a person dressed as a Wenchen raised his glass from behind the desk and stood up, at today's banquet, there are not many people who can sit on the desk, and this person is Shangshu's left servant Xuanling.

"Yes, I drink with you."

Li Shimin is also a literary youth, he writes a good hand, and there are many poems in circulation, he is naturally able to distinguish the good and bad of Qing poems, and what he didn't expect is that Sun Xiangfu, a country boy, can write poems, he praised together, among the ministers, there are more people who echo it, and even more, they are already helping those who don't understand to interpret this word, and the atmosphere of the scene is suddenly warm.

And Wu Yuanqing, who was waiting to see Sun Xiangfu make a fool of himself at first, was beaten in the face at this time, where did he dare to make a sound, so he had to hide to the side, fortunately his father didn't come today, otherwise he would have to beat him hard.

Sun Xiangfu just wanted to escape quickly, if he was caught by some literati with high IQ, he would not be able to show his stuffing, because this word card did not exist in the early Tang Dynasty, if he discussed with these literati in depth, Sun Xiangfu was not too high in literary literacy and may not be able to bear it.

"Master Sun walks slowly, I don't know if the little girl can sing the poem you composed." Yu Xiu'er, who was holding the pipa, quickly stopped in front of Sun Xiangfu who wanted to leave, then I saw that my pitiful eyes and Sun Xiangfu looked at each other, and I felt that there was electric light circulating between the two bodies.

Is this what it feels like to look at each other on a blind date? Sun Xiangfu thought so, he blushed a little embarrassedly, and looked away for a while before he came back and said, "Well, what I did below is not a poem, it's a word, if Miss likes it, sing it!" ”

"In this way, you will not disappoint your adults."

Yu Xiu'er was like a yellow bird, just listening to her voice, she felt comfortable, which made Sun Xiangfu, who was about to escape, decide to stay and see how beautiful she could sing this song.

The crisp sound of the pipa sounded, and the many princes and ministers who were drinking and discussing the poems all quieted down, and looked at Yu Xiu'er in front of the pavilion.

"The golden palm on the edge of the sky is dewed into frost, and the clouds are long with the word goose.

The green cup and red sleeves take advantage of Chongyang, and the people are like hometowns.

Lan Pei purple, chrysanthemum hairpin yellow, diligent and old-fashioned.

If you want to exchange intoxication for sadness, don't break your gut. ”

The same sentence, read by different people, with different tones, there is a big gap in rendering power, Yu Xiu'er's pipa tune completely released the melancholy in the poem, and when she finished singing, people were still silent in the kind of emotions brought by her voice and intonation.