"Chu Ze, where have you been?"

Seeing Chu Ze coming, Cheng Chuliang asked curiously.

"It's easier to go"

"Let's go, the poetry meeting is about to start."

When Chu Ze returned to Cuiyun Building, the atmosphere in the hall of Cuiyuan Building was even hotter than before.

The brightly lit hall can accommodate no less than 200 people, and it does not seem crowded. Everyone lingered in this psychedelic color, watching the performance of the singer on the stage, while waiting for the official start of the poetry meeting.

On the stage, the singer sang a song that was said to have been written by a genius in Chang'an City, 'Luo Xiang is wet but not dry, and it is bleak and snowy. It's hard to sleep, and the music is absolutely unsounding. The bamboo leaves in front of the window, the wind is blowing...'

Huh, what is this?

After listening to it for a while, Chu Ze was stunned for a moment, and laughed in his heart, "Isn't this exactly what I wrote in the Drunken Sky Tower before?" Haha..."

After the singer finished singing, she walked off the stage. Then, Maihime appears. In the flying skirt corners and ribbons, the dancing girl with a wonderful figure is like a flying fairy, soft and beautiful.

Although he is accustomed to seeing the energetic songs and dances of later generations, the elegant and beautiful single singing voice and the beautiful dancing in front of him still have a unique flavor.

After some singing and dancing, the long-overdue poetry meeting finally kicked off.

A middle-aged dressed scholar took the lead on stage, and this person's identity was like the host of the evening party in later generations. Duty, that is, strings.

After the middle-aged man coughed, he said, "My talented people of the Tang Dynasty, today is the Cuiyuan Lou Poetry Club, which can really be regarded as another prosperous era in my Tang Dynasty literary circle, and you must all know that the first name of today's poetry club can see the true face of Miss Shuiyun." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man paused, grinned, and said, "The old man is also looking forward to it." ”

The middle-aged man talked a lot on stage, and when everyone started to get impatient and was ready to coax him off the stage. The middle-aged man was also shocked when he saw that there was a restlessness below, and after introducing tonight's referees, participating talents, and the heavyweights present, he lifted the front hem of his clothes and ran down.

The rules of tonight's poetry meeting are unique and simple.

That's the draw!

The draw was presided over by Miss Shuiyun. She pulled out the note from the box she had prepared. On each note, there will be a word.

The students below opened their mouths with this word and composed poems and lyrics.

Then the poems made were commented on by the three Confucians present today, and then they decided who won and who lost!

As soon as this rule came out, I saw the literati students below, and they immediately became excited.

"What, what kind of rules are these! It's not authentic, right? ”

"The poems I worked so hard to prepare are so useless, oh my God, Miss Shuiyun is gone!"

"What's there to be afraid of, isn't it? It's not bad to listen to other people's poems! ”

The crowd below was full of emotion, but those literati who were real were calm. Occasionally frowning and thinking, then laughing, admiring the beauty of the rules of the entry in my heart.

"Chu Ze, what do you think?" Cheng Chuliang was a little uncalm, and asked Chu Ze beside him.

"No problem, it's good!" Chu Ze smiled slightly, nodded confidently and said.

Turning his head, he glanced at Gao Zheng's side, Xiao Rui, who didn't seem to listen to the rules at all, was holding a tea cup at this time, shaking his head and smiling, looking very relaxed.

Around the stage, the lanterns were covered with red yarn, and red lights shone out of the red yarn. The entire stage was dyed in the festive colors of a new house.

A woman in a long white gauze skirt with a light veil covering her face sat quietly behind a table. On the table in front of her was a guqin.

His expression was calm and indifferent. Like the Nine Heavens Fairy, she appeared on the stage like a dream.

During the whole process, she lowered her eyebrows, sat lightly on a sandalwood chair, and looked at the guqin in front of her with misty eyes.

It's like an epiphany that blooms quietly in the night. Beautiful, yet quiet.

The eyes of everyone in the hall were attracted.

Everyone held their breath, and their eyes looked at the swaying red veil without blinking, that little bit of snow white. Looking forward to a gust of wind blowing at this time, blowing off the woman's veil and getting a glimpse of the woman's true face.

In this hall that suddenly fell silent, after a long wait, finally, a sound suddenly came from the curtains. It came clearly into everyone's ears.

On the faintly visible stage, the woman in white stretched out her white fingers and gently stroked the strings. The white and slender fingers gently plucked the strings.

On the incense burner, green smoke fills the air. A faint fragrance wafted through the hall. In the intoxicating incense, the woman finally raised her head, passed through the curtain in front of her, and glanced at the people under the stage.

Finally saw it!

At the moment when the woman raised her head, all the talented people who held their breath invariably let out a compliment in their hearts: What beautiful eyes!

It was a pair of eyes full of aura, foggy, and people would fall into them at a glance, unforgettable eyes.

In the misty eyes of the woman, there was not a trace of fluctuation. She lowered her head slightly, plucking the strings gently.

The music finally began with a low sound, which gradually intensified. The people in the audience also fluctuated with the sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano is sometimes soothing, sometimes rapid. When soothing, it makes people feel comfortable, as if they are in the beautiful scenery of fairy mountains. Nothing to worry about. When it is in a hurry, it makes people feel entangled and overwhelmed.

The lanterns in the hall are also like having a spiritual surname. With the ups and downs of the music,

The woman's gaze was still as calm as water. She just lowered her head and concentrated on rubbing her mind into the guqin in front of her.

The slender white fingers were quick and skillful, plucking the strings. The whole person seems to be one with this classical tune.

"It's Guanglingsan!" An old man Bo Gu Tongjin, with his eyes closed, shook his head and listened for a while, then nodded with a smile and praised it: "What a good skill!" ”

Chu Ze also closed his eyes, and his fingers gently knocked on the table with the undulation of the piano. A look of intoxication.

Before, Chu Ze had also heard of Guanglingsan. However, it was heard in a previous life, with the accompaniment of electronic music, or when multiple pieces of music were played together.

How to say it, I always feel that there is a lack of charm.

And the charm is the most precious part of a famous song. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as the place of the soul. It's just that in the fast-paced life of later generations, everything is impetuous. Impetuous people, impetuous society, impetuous life. There is also the overwhelming, entertaining propaganda that makes the whole person impetuous.

With such an elegant performance in front of him, Chu Ze has never had a chance to appreciate it.

Now, he can be regarded as truly appreciating the pure famous song Guanglingsan, and this woman's performance level is indeed perfect, coupled with that calm as watery look, and Zhuo Ran's temperament, it is the charm of Guanglingsan, which is a little complicated, to the extreme.

It's just that Chu Ze heard something different from the sound of this woman's piano.

It was a kind of cold emotion, and there was a hint of a different atmosphere that was inadvertently revealed. It looks sad, but it's not quite like it.

It must be a kind of hate!

The color that flashed in the music was like a deep scar on the flawless skin of white jade. Although it has already scarred, it looks even more dazzling.

What is she hating?

Chu Ze sat on the stool with an indifferent expression, his eyes passed through the black crowd below, through the silk flying around the stage, and locked on the woman on the stage who was like a lotus blooming in the mud.

Looking at her indifferent and elegant temperament, I was very puzzled.