Light smoke is not only the top brand in the maze, but also the Oiran of Yangzhou, and it is difficult to find a high-roller who comes to the maze to listen to the light smoke song inexplicably. After the song, a turtle man dragged a wooden plate in to ask for a reward, and the song that spoiled the scenery was also embarrassed to beg for a reward, and it was only on the light smoke.

Zhang Tianbao was lazily lying in the arms of a singer, with a flick of his fingers, a finger-sized pearl flew high, and the turtle reached out and copied it in the air and fell into his palm, and said thank you to the next one.

Fujiwara Shuo put a piece of jade on a wooden plate, and Kameko just glanced at it and looked at Gao Hai without saying a word.

Gao Hai's eyelids picked and said, "Shu brocade!" Immediately, a servant carried a horse of Shu brocade and put it on a wooden plate.

Although copper coins are the legal tender of the Tang Dynasty, but when they come to the maze, copper coins are invisible, and the most common thing is something like gold silk, but a high roller like Zhang Tianbao can only show his identity with beads.

When it was Zhen Qian's turn to reward, he touched his body and found that there was no property for the occasion, so he put a gold coin on the wooden plate, and then the face of the turtle prince became a little strange, obviously he didn't expect Zhen Qian to use such a vulgar thing.

Zhang Tianbao, who was lying in the arms of the singer, leaned back and smiled and knocked on the table in front of him with his hand: "Vulgar things, if Zhen Lang doesn't have any reward, you might as well send a poem to the light cigarette lady, it's a great thing!" ”

Seeing Zhen Qian's "respectful and respectful" to the singer next to him, Gao Haiyi's expression was not beaten, "The young man is romantic, the fat powder is in battle, Zhen Lang Baihua has been around, and the leaves do not touch the body, it is rare to say, but this is the Qinglou, which inevitably damages the heroism of the young man!" ”

Looking at the various fruit snacks piled up on the table in front of him, Zhen Qian wanted to laugh in his heart, without it! The largest supplier of all kinds of dim sum in the maze is the drunken fairy building, and there are one or two thousand in a year.

I seem to be a layman, since I am a layman...... Zhen Qian unceremoniously took back the gold coins on the wooden plate and said: "This poem pays attention to the feeling and the time, the light smoke lady's song "Yushu Backyard Flower", with flowers as the name of the song, was originally a kind of love song in the Yuefu folk song, and later Chen Houzhu filled in the new words, but unfortunately Chen Shubao is in the emperor's house, poor and extravagant, indulged in lust, is a typical faint king. When the catastrophe came, he drank and frolicked with his favorite concubines Zhang Guifei and Kong Guiren all day long, composing poems and singing, such a king could not only write a handful of beautiful words, but also a Tianshe Han with his face facing the loess and his back to the sky, and he was not ashamed to talk about this person......".

"Since the light smoke lady likes Chen Houzhu's "Yushu Backyard Flowers", Zhen may wish to send you another song of "Poppy Beauty", when is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past? Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country can't afford to look back at the moonlight! The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed. How sad can you be? It is like a river flowing eastward. ”

Zhang Tianbao sat up straight and looked at Zhen Qian, "What a song "Poppy Beauty"! ”

"How sad can you be? It is like a river flowing eastward. This is a swan song for the ages! Fujiwara Kiyokawa slapped the table and said sadly.

Zhen Qian knew that he had lost his words, the previous song "Yushu Backyard Flower" and the latter song "Yu Beauty", one was the last emperor of the Southern Dynasty, Chen Houzhu, and the other was Li Yu, the king of the Southern Tang Dynasty, both of whom were talented kings of the dead country, if you compare the two with Li Longji, you will find that there are many similarities, abandoning the government, dancing and writing, and treacherous ......, and finally became the image of a faint monarch who was shameless by later generations, the only difference is that Li Longji did not become a prisoner, but the fate of becoming the emperor was equally tragic.

"Lost your word!"

As soon as Zhen Qian wanted to divert this topic, he saw a corner of the sand mantle, and a beautiful woman walked up, dressed in an elegant palace dress, with no extra decorations on her body, and her plain face was cold and glamorous, so she couldn't bear to blaspheme, and bowed down in front of Zhen Qian: "Thank you Lang Jun for the gift, thank you for the light smoke here!" ”

Qingyan sang the song of the dead country, and Zhen Qian sent a desperate song, which is exactly the same match.

"Meng Lang, don't be surprised by the light smoke lady, Zhen just listened to your song, and felt it for a while, this song was not made by me, let alone a gift!" It's not a good thing to write a song about the dead country, it's just a matter of complaining, it's hard to say that it will be used by someone with a heart to talk about it, and hurriedly said: "Zhen has a song of "Farewell" here, and it is the most touching if he has friends who travel far away to sing it!" ”

"Thank you Zhen Lang for the gift!"

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain. The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. Life is rare to get together, only parting more. Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. Ask you when you will go, and don't linger when you come. The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. A pot of turbidity sprinkled with all the joy, don't dream cold tonight. ”

Zhen Qian looked at the cups and saucers in front of him and sang, thinking of Xiaozhu and Xiaomei in Luquan County, thinking of the resentment in their eyes, and even more thinking of the unborn child, with desolation and sadness in the song, and unconsciously tears rolled in his eyes.

The atmosphere in the room was very weird, Zhang Tianbao pushed away the singer next to him, covered his chest with his hands, and seemed to have a lot of things to talk about in his heart. Gao Hai didn't say a word, his eyes lost and he didn't know what he was thinking. Fujiwara Shuo looked at the distance and sang softly in the Japanese language, with infinite reluctance and memories written on his face.

Zhen Qian sang again, Qingyan sang again, after listening to Yingying thanked again, reached out to take the piano from the handmaid's hand, fingers on the strings, the sound of the piano from the beginning of the gentle and melodious, gradually turned into a farewell to friends of the sorrowful mood, listening to several people have mixed feelings, there is a sense of seeing through the red dust.

"Little girl, thank you for the gift from Zhen Lang!"

Different people sing different songs and have different feelings, Zhen Qian's singing voice has longing, and Qingyan's singing voice has the sadness and sorrow of parting.

"The light smoke lady is smiling!"

In my previous life, I was not a singing material, and I still haven't found the feeling of music in this life, but I have a feeling for a while, compared with the crisp and tactful voice of the light smoke, I seem to be a male duck barking, and I can't hear a lot of beauty.

"Little girl, can you ask, is Yuerong's "Seeking Buddha" also from Zhen Lang's hand?"

Zhang Tianbao's face was a little strange, Fujiwara Shuxiong became emotional, and sighed: "It was from Zhen Lang's hand, but it's a pity that Yuerong Niangzi died in the riot, and I can't see her beautiful dancing anymore, it's a pity!" ”

Yuerong's death also made Zhen Qian feel a little uncomfortable, although he didn't kill her with his own hands, but he died because of himself, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's the same person who has fallen to the end of the world, why should we know each other when we meet." It is better not to see each other, I hope that the spirit of the moon in the sky can rest in peace, and if there is really an afterlife, I hope that it will not be left in the wind and dust again......".

Gao Hai narrowed his eyes and said: "Zhen Lang doesn't know, the light smoke lady and the moon lady are singing and dancing in Yangzhou, the two cherish each other, I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, things are not everything, how not to make people sad." Don't be too sad about the light smoke lady! ”