"Good!"

A burst of lively applause woke Su Ziheng up, and he remembered that he was in the Warm Fragrance Pavilion, drinking flower wine with Song Jianming and watching the performance. He retracted his divergent thoughts, and planned to calm down and watch the song and dance art of this era, so that he could make corresponding countermeasures, what kind of poems should he plagiarize?

Different generations will have different aesthetic concepts. There is an adage that says that half a step ahead is a genius, and a step ahead is a madman. The same is true of art, you don't see a generation of genius painter Van Gogh, who was poor and depressed during his lifetime, and the paintings he created were not appreciated, and when he died, they were sold for sky-high prices.

Su Ziheng was worried about such a thing, you must know that the poems he recited in his stomach spanned a thousand years. He didn't want his good things to be sold cheaply.

A little girl dressed in a beautiful face stepped onto the stage with a lute, bowed to the crowd sitting around, and then babbled and sang:

"The jade platform hangs the autumn moon, the lead is shallow, and the plum blossom Fu Xiangxue.

Ice posture clean, golden lotus lining, small Lingpolo socks.

The rain has stopped.

The sound of lonely Hong outside the building is getting farther away, and the distant mountains and pedestrians are never heard.

This hatred is still difficult to say, and it can be said in a book.

Teach people to reduce red and green, and feel that the clothes are wide and golden, all of which are light.

It's too affectionate, the ecstasy, the twilight of the painting corner.

whimpered.

The flowers in the garden are gone, and the silver toad is ruthless, round and lacking.

Hate Yi is not like the aftertaste, provoking the mandarin duck knot. ”

The little girl's voice was clear, the pipa was loud and complaining, and everyone sitting seemed to fall into endless lovesickness with the words of the complaint.

When the little girl finished singing the song and got up to say thank you, the audience burst into roaring applause, which made the little girl's face flush with excitement.

"Miss Cai'er, let's do it again." Someone in the audience shouted loudly.

"One more song, one more song."

“……”

Everyone opened their mouths, intending to let the Cai'er girl sing again. Miss Cai'er stood on the stage, facing the surging emotions of the crowd, and was at a loss for a while, not knowing what to do.

At this time, the old bustard lady in charge of the Nuanxiang Pavilion on the side saw that the momentum was wrong, and hurriedly walked onto the stage, and said with a smile to everyone: "Uncles, I'm really sorry." Because of the urgency of time, each girl in the pavilion who performs on stage can only perform one show, otherwise there will be girls in the back who will not be able to line up. The slave family guesses, you uncles don't want to miss the performance of the little girl in the back, right? ”

The people who were originally coaxing in the audience, when they heard that there was a little girl's performance behind, they immediately stopped clamoring for Miss Cai'er to come back to another song, but changed their words one after another: "Since this is the case, don't delay any longer, hurry up and continue the following performance, so that the little girl can appear." ”

Hua Niang said a few more good words to everyone in a charming manner, and then turned around and snorted coldly in a low voice: "Dead girl, don't hurry up, something will happen in a while, see if the old lady doesn't peel your skin!" ”

Cai'er was frightened by Hua Niang's words, and hurriedly ran off the stage with the pipa in her arms.

Song Jianming watched Miss Cai'er leave, his eyes were even affectionate and nostalgic, he leaned to Su Ziheng's side, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Xian, what do you think of this Cai'er girl?" ”

"Yes, it's good to sing." Su Ziheng replied casually, just now he was all about the words she sang, where would he pay special attention to her?

Song Jianming said with a smile: "I also think that Miss Cai'er is very good, otherwise I wouldn't have had trouble with Li Haobang for her." ”

"What?! The girl you said was the one who fought with others? Su Ziheng asked incredulously.

"yes, what's wrong, isn't Miss Cai'er good?"

Damn, you're a beast! Although Su Ziheng didn't deliberately look at the little girl just now, he glanced at it casually, and saw that the little girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old, not as old as the students in his own class in his previous life.

Why did these people fight so hard?

……

……

In a wing room on the second floor, through the open window, Sikong Lun and his party can clearly see the girls performing on the stage in the hall on the first floor. Basically, all the wings on the second floor of the Nuanxiang Pavilion have this function, otherwise the price of the wings is so many times more expensive than the hall downstairs, and it is not as good as the angle of the hall appreciation, how can the people who come to play spend this unjust money?

If you don't want to watch the stage performance, you can simply close the open windows in the wing room again and restore the quiet environment and immerse yourself in your own little world.

Sikong Lun gently waved the folding fan in his hand, and said with interest: "I didn't expect this Warm Fragrance Pavilion to be worthy of its reputation, the girl who just appeared on the stage has such exquisite singing skills, and the little girl who thinks of coming behind is even more worth looking forward to." ”

Xu Bohan echoed with a smile: "Little Marquis, do you know who the young man who stepped down just now is?" She is a Cai'er girl who is ready to take over the little girl's class in the Warm Fragrance Pavilion, if she doesn't have the ability, how can she gain a foothold in the Warm Fragrance Pavilion! ”

"Pure and thin?" A hint of fire flashed in Sikong Lun's eyes, and then disappeared again, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

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In this way, Su Ziheng enjoyed a few more lyrics and dances, and found that these lyrics and songs were not very far from those poems in his memory, whether it was the choice of words and sentences, or the rhetoric of artistic conception.

So he secretly had a bottom in his heart, and began to think about taking out a poem to earn his first pot of gold.

Suddenly, Su Ziheng suddenly felt that the surroundings had become quieter, and the needles could be heard. It's like watching a blockbuster shootout in a movie theater, where the cannon fire is roaring, and when the tension is intense, someone suddenly presses the pause button, and the whole movie theater becomes silent.

Su Ziheng didn't know why, he looked up and looked around, and saw that everyone present was looking at the door of the Nuan Xiang Pavilion unconsciously.

There were two more people walking in, dressed up, a man and a woman. The man is wearing a white silk shirt, the woman is wearing a thin shirt with a golden background, the black hair is simple and a Lingyun bun, and a few silk red gold phoenixes are randomly embellished in the hair, making the black and shiny green silk more soft and moist.

Although she looks like a beautiful person, Su Ziheng is still keenly aware that her face is pale, and her body seems to be very thin, and she has to be supported by the maid next to her from time to time.

"Who are these two? It has such a great influence, and everyone here is frightened and dare not speak out. ”

Su Ziheng was about to ask out loud, when he suddenly saw Song Jianming's difficult "goo" beside him, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and said in a trembling voice: "She...... How did she get here? ”

"Who?" Su Ziheng asked without knowing why.

"Zhong, the witch of the Zhong family, Zhong Qinghan."

"Witch? It turned out that it was the seemingly delicate woman who made everyone silent, which was really amazing. "In an era when men are inferior to women, a weak woman can make everyone afraid of being like this, what kind of earth-shattering things did she do to be like this?

All this can't help but Su Ziheng is not curious.