Wen Zhengming said: "What changes can be more important than the welfare of brothers? ”

"That's it...... It is! Zhang Mengjin nodded in agreement. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The three brothers don't know, these three beauties play here, intending to study each other's poems, songs, calligraphy and paintings, tunes, not many people know their itinerary, but after all, people with deep meaning will inevitably have attention, and above the attic, there are self-proclaimed Hangzhou talents, proficient in poetry and songs. There are also Jinling masters who are deep in calligraphy and painting, but I am in Suzhou...... In addition to Bohu, there are only a few rich people who can't get on the stage, although we call ourselves the four treasures of Wuzhong, but after all, compared to the entire Suzhou Mansion, it is too child's play, and at the banquet just now, those Jinling carp and West Lake crabs have been hitting my Suzhou talent, if I wait, if I don't come up with some real effort, I'm afraid it will be a shame, it's better not to go. I think we'd better listen to the music secretly and have a good time. ”

Li Xiangzhi slandered: "I'm not interested in listening to music, mainly to watch beautiful women." ”

Li Xiangzhi also thought that if he wanted to cause a shock in the poems, he had to rely on Li Xiangzhi to plagiarize from later works, and of course, with his own writing skills, a little modification would definitely become a trend. However, if it is not necessary, Li Xiangzhi is still reluctant to plagiarize other people's works, such as Yang Shen, the head of the three great talents of the Ming Dynasty, Yang Zhuangyuan, at this time it is estimated that he is still waiting to be fed, Yang Dacaizi's poems Li Xiangzhi has always loved it very much, and even admired Yang Shen's personality and sighed at his experience. There is no need to play the pipa music again, Sima Qingshan is full of tears. When I think about the old genius of a generation but sighing about life with an old prostitute who is no longer in his prime, what kind of picture is this, it really makes people cry. loves to the bones, so I can't bear to desecrate his works. This is not hypocrisy, but it will be very uncomfortable in the heart.

Li Xiangzhi sighed in his heart: "It's better to take a few braided poems to fool people, anyway, if you love poetry or not, you can use braids for your own use, and your heart is much more comfortable." ”

Li Xiangzhi thought about it, but he couldn't come up with poems that were appropriate to the situation, so he gave up his thoughts for a while.

Suddenly, there was a sound of 'zheng, zheng', and then the sound of the flute harmonized. All four of them immediately listened in silence.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and I saw Zhou Wenbin kicking upstairs like a skirt.

"Hey! This guy ...... It's faster than a rabbit! Zhang Mengjin didn't fork the road.

"Who planted the banana tree in front of the window? Yin is full of atrium, yin is full of atrium. Ye Ye's heart and Shu Juan have more feelings, sad pillow on the three more rain, a little bit of Linqi, a little bit of Linqi, sad northerners, not used to listening! 】……”

A song written by Li Qingzhao "Adding Words and Picking Mulberries" was sung by the beautiful sound of nature, the solemnity of the piano, the low depth of the flute, and the in-depth interpretation of the singer made Li Xiangzhi sigh. This song of Li Qingzhao's heavy feelings of spiritual pain after the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty and the southern crossing was almost perfectly interpreted by the singer, which directly changed Li Xiangzhi's view of the music of the ancients, after all, the ancients he knew were good at many words and few songs, which was very inconsistent with his modern understanding of music.

At this time, the night suddenly cooled down, and the spring rain drifted up in response to the wind, inadvertently adding to the sadness in the song.

"This song should only be in the sky." Wen Zhengming was stunned for a long time before he shuddered such a sentence.

Zhang Mengjin also sighed: "If you can watch from the wall, you will definitely go deeper into your heart." ”

Li Xiangzhi suddenly had a sentence of praise in his mind, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, and said: "After listening to this song, I have an understanding, can the two of you have paper and ink?" ”

On a blank piece of paper, a paragraph was written like a dragon

[Who turned the bleak song of Yuefu? ]

The wind is also Xiao Xiao,

The rain is also Xiao Xiao,

Thin out of lights and sparkling for another night.

I don't know what's in my arms?

It's boring to wake up,

Drunk and boring,

Dream also went to Xie Qiao. 】

"This ......" Wen Zhengming and Zhang Mengjin looked at each other in surprise. Wen Zhengming even said: "The great talent of the phase really makes Wen embarrassed." ”

Zhang Mengjin patted his head and said, "Why can't I make such a masterpiece?" In response to the situation, the last sentence 'Xie Qiao' found a good reason to send this poem upstairs. ”

The last que wrote a bleak singing voice, and the next one was to write about his own boredom, but because of what was boring, he finally pointed out a sentence 'Xie Qiao', Xie Qiao refers to his beloved woman in the poems of various eras, this is Li Xiangzhi wanted to say that he was very bored before, but after listening to the music, he felt that he was bored, and he also dreamed of his favorite woman who had never met.

Li Xiangzhi cracked his teeth and said: "Don't talk nonsense, it feels good, let's quickly find a way to send the poems up, and we don't have to squat here." ”

"Wonderful! But in the meantime, you can't learn from Bohu and Wenbin, if you leave the two of us behind, then I will never die with you. ”

"Rest assured, rest assured, my character is absolutely guaranteed!"

As a result, Zhang Mengjin was heartbroken and took out a few pieces of broken silver from his arms, at least four or five taels, and the three of them kicked the attic and were stopped by the waiting turtle slave.

"A few sons, the villain is ordered to guard here, and no one is allowed to go upstairs, please forgive me." He spoke calmly, but he was not polite.

Zhang Mengjin smiled and said, "We don't have to go upstairs, just ask you to help me send something upstairs." As he spoke, he generously stuffed a handful of broken silver into the turtle slave's arms.

The turtle slave stretched out his hand and touched it, and his face immediately melted, and he said euphemistically: "What do the sons need to send, if it is something that can be sent, the villain can also try it, but it is not possible to ensure that it can be done." ”

"Good! You hand this poem to Miss Zhang Ningyu upstairs. ”

The turtle slave frowned and said: "Childe, it's not that the villain doesn't help, as a villain, he can't go upstairs, at most, he will send this thing to the maid of the girl upstairs, as for whether the person sends it to the girl, the villain doesn't dare to guarantee it." ”

Li Xiangzhi said: "You just have to send it, just say that in order to thank the girl for saving her life in the water, she wrote a small poem and gave it away, and there is no other meaning." ”

"That's okay, just according to what Childe said!"

The turtle slave went back and replied: "The three sons and villains have sent the poems of the sons to Miss Shen's maid Xiao Taohong. ”

"Thank you, thank you, that little peach didn't send the letter into the cabinet?"

"That's not true, she said that there is a banquet in it now, and it is inconvenient to go in and disturb at the moment, saying that she will give the poems to Miss Shen after the banquet is over."

Zhang Mengjin squinted: "It seems that I am destined to be alone tonight." ”

"You don't have to, aren't you still with me, hehe!" Wen Zhengming rarely laughed.

Li Xiangzhi said helplessly: "That being the case, why don't the two brothers go with me to enjoy the rain!" ”

Looking at the darkness behind them, the three of them looked at each other and smiled.

Listening to the quiet whispers at night, and laughing with each other, the three finally decided to take a road of no return.

Zhang Mengjin's eyes lit up: "Two virtuous brothers, I have been waiting here for a long time to taste the spring breeze, and I don't feel bored, what do you think?" ”

Wen Zhengming said: "What Meng Jin said is very true, I think my Wen Zhengming is a young man and talented, and he is better than books, if it is tonight's matter, it will be passed out...... Wouldn't that be a loss of face? ”

Li Xiangzhi seconded: "Agreed, the spring breeze is too light, why don't you change the rouge to a stronger taste." ”

Zhang Mengjin patted the folding fan and said: "In this case, I have a plan." ”

Li Xiangzhi and Wen Zhengming said in unison: "Will the plan be released?" ”