Wang Lun, the poem that the woman chanted just now, can also understand six or seven percent, how to say that he has also learned it in junior high school. But he found that the so-called 'chanting of poetry' by the ancients was not the 'emotional reading' in the primary school classroom he imagined, but singing.

This poem is very famous, and this author is also very famous. From the conversation between the husband and wife, Wang Lun guessed that the woman was Li Qingzhao nine times out of ten.

Li Qingzhao's poems are sung gently in a graceful and sad tune. Wang Lun can't tell what the beauty is, he just thinks it's very good, although there is no soundtrack, but it is so light and light that it has a unique flavor.

It's a pity that I sang it once, but I didn't hear enough.

The celebrity effect was troubled, so Wang Lun saluted the couple and said, "Dare to ask if this lady is Li Qingzhao?" As soon as the words came out, Wang Lun suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, and his face turned red.

Li Qingzhao over there saw Wang Lun suddenly speaking to himself, and in such a strange posture, the alarm sounded loudly in his heart, and he was frightened and huddled with his husband.

Over there, Zhao Mingcheng was also frightened, and at the same time annoyed that Wang Lun was rude. How can anyone come up and ask for the name of a woman, and he is still a husband!

"What's wrong with you, you, you? Junior brother Zhao Mingcheng, this is my wife Li. Zhao Mingcheng mustered up the courage to reply.

With Zhao Mingcheng's protection, Li Qingzhao felt much more at ease, and generously greeted Wang Lun. "The family and my father are both officials in Beijing, and my wife and I are about to visit the second elder, and they are passing by here today."

Although Li Qingzhao seems to be talking about the itinerary of the two, he is actually implying that he is from a big family and powerful.

"Is Lao Tzu so terrible?" Wang Lun was a little angry and said secretly.

"That's the case, I listened to this Mrs. Zhao singing just now, and it was like hearing the sounds of heaven, and it was extremely wonderful......"

The Zhao family and his wife are both highly literate, and even the level of the two maidservants is good. Before Wang Lun finished speaking, Li Qingzhao interrupted: "That's not singing, it's singing, it's not the same thing." ”

Wang Lun saw that Li Qingzhao had a calm demeanor and elegant temperament, and his heart was worthy of being a talented woman of a generation. Compared with the cowering of several people next to him, including Zhao Mingcheng, he was even more confident and noble.

"Lyrics? Whether it is singing or singing, the lady sings beautifully. Wang Lun praised again.

When those people heard Wang Lun's words, their faces changed, and they were afraid and angry. Zhao Mingcheng glared at Wang Ying and wanted to scold but didn't dare to speak, so in the end he could only snort coldly, flick his sleeves and turn his back.

How did Wang Lun know what an insult it was to let the wife of a scholar with such an identity sing to a stranger, like a fan in a party. I thought it was a woman in later generations, and when I heard others praise her for singing well, I begged to hear it, but I flew unexpectedly.

Wang Lun and others were beside him, and Li Qingzhao felt it, but it was just a timely meeting! It's unreasonable to still babble about this!

Li Qingzhao was also very angry in her heart, but she was a sensitive person. In the wilderness here, if you want these five people in front of you to look like they are not good, if you anger them, and attack these powerless men and women, the consequences will be unimaginable!

In this situation, it is not the time to be angry, and it is the right thing to find a way to get rid of these wicked people and flee quickly.

Li Qingzhao looked at the husband who was full of literature next to him in a little panic, but saw him standing with his back to cover his ears and steal the bell, and his hands behind his back were trembling violently.

Seeing his man so timid, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but be disappointed.

She calmed down, and still said to Wang Lun with a calm and elegant appearance: "This son is polite, the concubine is just the voice of a bird, where can he be worthy of the praise of his brother." ”

"Well deserved!" Wang Lun was puzzled by the strange reactions of these people, and heard Li Qingzhao talking to him, a serious way.

Li Kui and Shan Shiqi on Liangshan's side were confused, and Li Zhu only thought that Wang Lun had taken a fancy to Li Qingzhao and was thinking about how to capture him back. Zhu Wu watched from the side, but he guessed a few points, and looked at Wang Lun with a smile.

Seeing that Wang Lun was not easy, Zhao Mingcheng's chest burned with anger, and his fear suddenly disappeared. put down the noble figure he was holding, and said very angrily: "If you like it, sing it yourself!" What if you sing one song and I let my wife sing it again? ”

Li Qingzhao listened to Zhao Mingcheng's words, and was stunned for a while, what should she do at this time!

"Me? Libretto? Wang Lun was dumbfounded, and subconsciously looked at Li Zhu and Zhu Wu behind him.

But seeing that the two of them looked indescribable, they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. Although he is not sure, Wang Lun also feels as if he has made a fool of himself. But the matter has come to this point, so I have to round the field back.

Under the gaze of everyone's various expressions, after thinking for a long time, Wang Lun suddenly clapped his hands excitedly and shouted: "There are words!" ”

Wang Lun suddenly screamed, startling everyone around him, Li Zhu and Zhu Wu were also taken aback, and even the scholar Zhao Mingcheng turned his head to watch.

"Humph! Although Lao Tzu can't make poems, he can still sing them, and today I will open your eyes. ”

Wang Lun also had a good time in the casino in his previous life, and the song player was all bad. His favorite is Daolang's songs, which are masculine, and his voice conditions are similar, he sings every song of Daolang, and after thinking about it a little, he has a choice.

"Since Mr. invited, I will be ugly." As he spoke, Wang Lun pointed to the flying geese in the sky and said, "I'll take this south-flying goose as the theme and sing a song!" ”

Zhao Mingcheng looked at Wang Lun's confident appearance, but regretted it.

Everyone listened with bated breath and waited to see what kind of words this man could make.

Wang Lun stood at the edge of the pavilion, looked at the geese in the sky, brewed his feelings, and slowly began to sing.

"The geese fly south, the geese fly south, and the geese cry is heartbreaking. Don't wait for today, I have looked forward to the return of spring, and I have looked forward to the return of spring. The geese fly south, the geese fly south, the geese cry are heartbreaking, I am willing to return for spring, don't crush my heart......"

His voice is hoarse and vicissitudes, and his singing skills are not weak, he has the demeanor of Daolang, and he is very suitable for the scenery in front of him.

Where have everyone heard this style of lyrics and singing, and they are drunk for a while.

Li Qingzhao on the opposite side looked confused, and the whole person was immersed in the singing. Li Kui and Shan Shiqi are even more deeply touched by this song than Zhao Mingcheng and his wife.

They didn't know the words, they were just attracted by the tune and Wang Lun's weather-beaten man's voice. It turns out that rough men can also sing, and they can sing so well!

At the end of the song, Wang Lun slowly calmed down from his emotional state. Looking at the audience again, they were still in place, and it took a long time to wake up, and they all looked incredulous.

Zhao Mingcheng and these people were also extremely surprised, Zhao Mingcheng's face was complicated, his mouth moved, and he hesitated to say what he wanted to say.

Li Qingzhao was much less afraid of Wang Lun at this time. She is a sensitive literati, and in Wang Lun's singing, she does not feel a trace of anger and mania in it, so she feels that this person should have no ill will towards herself.

Lifting his heart and letting go of it a little, Li Qingzhao said cautiously: "Although this word is white, it is deeply moving, especially this tune, rough and vicissitudes, very strange and unique, making people listen as if they have seen the lonely smoke of the desert in the Western Regions." This son's singing is really wonderful. ”

"It's just an axe!"

"The concubine has a question, who did this word?" Li Qingzhao asked.

"Uh...... Done by a monk from the Western Regions! Wang Lun wanted to be embarrassed, but he didn't say it was himself.

Wang Lun and Li Qingzhao had a very happy conversation, and no one else could interject, seeing them talking cordially like this, everyone had complicated thoughts.

Li Kui and Li Zhu naturally thought about it, thinking that Wang Lun was about to hook this woman from a good family.

Zhao Mingcheng was slightly savored, but quickly became confident.

He is a well-known genius of the Great Song Dynasty who is rich in learning and five cars, dignified in appearance, and suave - Zhao Mingcheng!

And he also knows that this lady of his own is a literary idiot, as long as she meets someone or something that can arouse her creative inspiration, no matter what identity and value, she will be very happy to go over and inquire about it, and he has seen a lot of such things.

"My husband and wife are from Qingzhou and have always loved gold and stone carvings. On the way back to Beijing, there is an inscription of Chu Suiliang, a famous calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty, in Aishan, and he took his grandson to observe. Passing by here, seeing the beautiful scenery, they stopped in the pavilion to enjoy the scenery. ”

Just heard Li Qingzhao talk about their itinerary, Zhao Mingcheng interjected: "The lady has rested for half an hour, and I will be on the road soon!" ”

Li Qingzhao knew that her husband was reminding herself, and saluted Wang Lun, "We still have to hurry, so we will leave." ”

"Don't be in a hurry, it's rare to have a reader like the virtuous couple talk to me about poetry, and it's not too late to eat a few bowls of wine together before leaving." Wang Lun sincerely invited.

Zhao Mingcheng gave Li Qingzhao a sad look, Li Qingzhao's face sank, and he said to Wang Lun with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, it's not early, it's better to eat and drink, so let's leave." ”

Wang Lun was originally excited, but when he saw the two of them refusing, he was very disappointed. I had to say: "Okay, cherish all the way!" ”

Zhao Mingcheng and his entourage finally managed to get out, hurriedly got into the car, waved his hand to say goodbye, and the coachman immediately whipped the green donkey, the car jolted violently, and a puff of smoke went away.

Li Zhu looked at Wang Lun and asked, "Why did my brother let people go?" ”

Wang Lun was puzzled and asked, "What if you don't let it go?" ”

Over there, Shan Shiqi came to Wang Lun and said awkwardly: "Brother, you just sang, can you teach me!" ”

Everyone laughed and strode back to the mountain.

It is rare for Wang Lun of Liangshan to have a day of leisure, but the north is experiencing a big change!

(Popular Li Qingzhao, everyone can rest assured that they will not be accepted, no stallions!) ）