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Li Qi stopped at the bridge, looking down at the reflection in the water, although he could not be called suave, but he was also clear and gentle, but it was a pity that he was now wearing a linen robe with a few small holes, which looked a little shabby.

When he came here, he not only lost his wife and relatives, but also fell from a real handsome and rich man to a real poor silk all of a sudden, not to mention those talented and beautiful people in the past, even some of the maids around the ladies sneered at him.

It seems that no matter what dynasty or place, silk will always exist to set off the handsome and rich.

However, Li Qi didn't care about these ridicules, and felt a little funny in his heart. Although he is not engaged in any historical research, he still knows a lot about the history of the Song Dynasty, after all, almost all of his few historical idols were born in the Song Dynasty, Yue Fei, who is loyal to the country, is of course the first to bear the brunt, and Li Qingzhao, a talented woman through the ages who can write "Slow Voice, Looking for Seeking", is also admired by him, and being able to meet these two big men has also become Li Qi's first wish when he comes here.

The Song Dynasty has always been heavy on literature and light on martial arts, Li Qi knows that people here have always liked to dance and write ink, and write poems, but it is no wonder that there is no TV here, no computer, what bars, dance halls, what do you want, in addition to being able to write calligraphy, make a few limerick poems, flirt with beautiful women, and visit the kiln, what else can they do?

It's just that this year is already the fourth year of Xuanhe, that is, 1122 A.D., as long as another four years pass, it will be the famous "Jingkang Shame" in Chinese history, and it is also the most humiliating and gloomy moment in the history of the Han people.

At that time, when the Jin soldiers entered Beijing, the people would inevitably be ruined and their families would be ruined.

Li Qi said secretly: "I really hope that when the time comes, you can use the brush in your hand to stab those golden soldiers to death, and use poetry to influence those wolf-like barbarians." ”

Thinking of this, Li Qi couldn't help but sigh, when will it not work, but it will not be possible to cross over to this juncture, what a natural disaster **!

Damn, you're trying to kill me!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he flew up and kicked a small pebble under his feet into the river.

There was a soft "bang", and ripples rippled on the calm river. In the microwave, a woman's silhouette suddenly appeared, Li Qi's expression changed greatly, and he shouted: "Qingting! ”

Before the sound fell, the shadow in the water disappeared.

It turns out that this qiē is all Li Qi's hallucination, although he has almost figured it out after a night's rest, it is almost impossible for him to go back to 900 years later, rather than being willing to fall here, it is better to regard it as a trip, maybe one day wake up and go back, after all, the world is unpredictable. But sometimes, he couldn't help but miss his wife and his parents.

Li Qi sighed, shook his head, looked into the distance, and softly sang Dong Chou's Chinese-style "Chrysanthemum Terrace".

Your tears

Weak and wounded

The miserable white moon bends to hook the past

The night was too long

Condensed into frost

Who is in cold despair in the attic

The rain flicked gently

Vermilion windows

I've spent my life on paper being blown by the wind

Dreams are far away

Turns into a wisp of incense

Drift your appearance in the wind

Chrysanthemums are all over the ground

Your smile has turned yellow

Flowers fall and people break their bowels

My mind is quiet

The north wind is chaotic and the night is not shining

Your shadow clips constantly

Leave me alone

Pairs on the surface of the lake

This situation and this scene also correspond to this song.

"Good words, good songs, a good 'leave me alone on the lake in pairs', wonderful! It's wonderful! A crisp voice sounded behind Richie, accompanied by the sound of a small fan tapping his palm, and there was a lot of praise in his tone.

Li Qi was taken aback by this false praise, and hurriedly turned around to see a handsome boy looking at him with a smile.

Depend on! I don't walk without a sound these days!

But I saw that pretty boy, melon seed face, ice muscles, autumn water in his eyes, red lips and white teeth, holding a white origami fan, wearing a white robe, feminine and elegant, full of creamy little look.

Korean?

Li Qi, who has never watched Korean idol dramas, also knows that Koreans like this boy who is neither male nor female, and who has no masculinity.

Behind the boy stood a small man with a short sword, also like a woman.

Could it be that the Song Dynasty already had a?

The pretty boy took a step forward and praised him: "Brother Tai, good literature!" Under admiration, admiration. ”

Li Qi was slightly stunned, learned from the same, and replied: "Don't dare, don't dare!" ”

The pretty boy looked forward to it and said curiously: "But I don't know, what is the so-called name of the song sung by Brother Fangcai, and whether it can be taught by me." ”

Li Qi shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't dare to teach it, the name of this song is --- "Chrysanthemum Remnant"!" ”

Primary school teachers have taught that copying other people's things, don't copy them, you have to add some of your own creativity, although it is only a word difference, but the meaning is a thousand miles away.

Of course, Li Qi would not think that this pretty boy knew the ultimate meaning of chrysanthemums.

"Chrysanthemum Remnant?"

Qiao Gongzi read it in a whisper, and suddenly held a fan in his right hand, slapped the palm of his left palm, and shouted with a little excitement: "What a song "Chrysanthemum Remnant", Brother Tai is really a master!" ”

A hint of displeasure flashed in Li Qi's eyes, what a master does not show his image, isn't it an allusion to the shabby clothes I wear. But he still smiled on his face and said: "What is a tall person or not, it is just a cloth cloth under it, and the little song just now is also inspired by feelings, and it is sung indiscriminately, and the son should not take it seriously." ”

Between the words, Li Qi has already attributed this "Chrysanthemum Terrace" to his pen, but he is not plagiarism, you must know that Brother Fang and Brother Zhou only created this "Chrysanthemum Terrace" in 2006, and he has already sung it in 1122 AD, but it is more than 900 years in advance, even if you sue the court, I believe the judge will only sentence you for false accusation.

The more Li Qi said this, the more admiration the pretty boy felt in his heart, and savored the song "Chrysanthemum Remnant" again, his expression suddenly dimmed, and he seemed to be moved by this song, sighed slightly, and said: "Presumably, Brother Taiwan is missing the beauty." ”

Sweat! If Brother Fang crossed over here, he would definitely be a great talent, write a lyric casually, and put it in any era, and he would be moved. Oh my God, you've chosen the wrong person!

Li Qi didn't deny it, but just smiled bitterly: "Let Childe see and laugh." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare. Brother Tai, every word is beautiful, and he was taught by Zhao Jing. Dare to ask my brother Taigao's surname. Zhao Jing arched his hand, and his pink little face was about to drip water.

Li Qi was also modest when he saw him, and he also had a good impression of him in his heart, after all, he couldn't even find anyone to talk to here, and said with a smile: "The villain's surname is Li, and his single name is a strange character." ”

"It turned out to be Brother Li, rude and rude!" Zhao Jing said.

Li Qi saw him again, and when he boarded up, one head and two big. Oh my God! Could it be that the ancients had so much trouble saying a word?