At this time, the surrounding pavilions were already overcrowded, and everyone's eyes were focused on the beautifully arranged stage. In the corner of the stage, you can see four military drums, lined up, and other musical instruments such as gonghou, pipa, transverse flute, and harp.

Everywhere around, both scholars and celebrities are looking forward to it, which shows that this Li Twelve Niang's fame is very high. Even Xue Qing and Li Jilan were full of anticipation, not to mention the little girl Xiaoman, who couldn't wait to shout loudly to show their excitement at this time.

Yunyang was bored and looking around, what kind of excitement had he never seen for him? In later generations, he was also interested in all kinds of dazzling dances. So he was looking at everything around him more from the perspective of an outsider.

After a cup of tea, more than a dozen beautiful and skilled women walked onto the stage, and the surrounding crowd instantly quieted down, and everyone watched intently.

The intro music sounded slowly, and four women in military uniforms were holding drumsticks and beating drums. The drumming changes from light to heavy, from slow to urgent, and then stops after reaching a certain peak. There was a sudden silence in the crowd, and a pin drop could be heard.

Immediately after that, there were petals flying in the sky, and everyone looked up together, only to see a figure suddenly leap out from the top of the building, light as a feather, and quietly fall on the stage. Dressed in red, the skirt is flying, the hair is fluttering, and the elegance is peerless!

The big sleeves are empty, Hongling flies out, the tail end is tied to the sword, and in an instant, the sword shadow envelops the Quartet!

"Looking back at the captives, the Han soldiers under the city are sparse. The white blades are facing each other, and Huang Yun is worried and does not fly.

There is no ruler iron in his hand, and he wants to break through the siege in vain.

The eyes are extremely wild goose doorway, and the grass is green and green. One thing to fight, the horses and horses to work hard.

The end of the road becomes a white head, and the credit goes to the people of the world.

Leaning on the sword in the twilight, looking at the hometown and climbing the tower. The north wind blows the Qiang flute, and the mountain is sad ...... this night"

The people on the stage sang loudly, the singing voice was clear, passionate and majestic, and the artistic conception was far-reaching, as if people were in their state of mind, and their hearts were filled with a sense of slaughter and sadness in the battlefield.

The curling body dances, leaping like a swimming dragon, and is frustrated.

For a while, everyone only felt dazzled, but they could clearly see the Qianying sword weapon on the stage, but they couldn't see the face of the sword dancer. After the dance, the people around were stunned, and there was silence for a long time, as if they were still intoxicated and reluctant to wake up.

Yun Yang's eyes also widened, and for the first time, he deeply realized that this world might really be different. He squinted his eyes and looked closely, making sure that there was indeed no rope or anything like anything upstairs, and his heart was really like a stormy wave.

This red mansion is more than ten zhang high, so it jumped down, and it landed lightly. Although in various novels, film and television dramas in the previous life, the light skills of the light gong were superb, what climbed the Ping to cross the water, and stepped on the snow without a trace, which made people fascinated.

But everyone knows that this is just a kind of artistic beauty, often exaggerated, and does not exist in the fact at all, but now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I am shocked and ecstatic.

At this moment, Yun Yang had already decided in his heart that he would get this kind of kung fu no matter what!

"Qian's bad skills have polluted your ears and eyes, and please ask you to do a lot of Haihan if you are deficient."

The clear and cold voice seemed to be whispering in the ear, and I just thought it sounded very good. At this time, the people in the audience suddenly came back to their senses, and the applause was thunderous and praise for a while. It is even more to lead the neck to peep, but it is a pity that the shadow is a jump, soaring, falling upstairs like a swallow, the fragrance is hidden, leaving only the fragrance of the wind, as if lingering in the hearts of everyone for a long time, intoxicated.

"The sword is brave and the heart is peerless, and he is worthy of being the disciple of Aunt Gongsun."

"The voice and posture are already so peerless, and their faces must be unparalleled in the world, and they will captivate the country and the city."

Some people around praised him, and while he was impressed by his sword dance skirt, he was even more itchy, thinking that if he could see the peerless beauty, it would be worth ten years of life.

"At present, song and dance performances are popular [Liangzhou words], but Li Twelve Niang is a sword and does not follow the rules. These poems and this sword weapon complement each other perfectly, and the artistic conception is even more far-reaching and goes straight to the hearts of the people. The name of the Gongsun Sword Dance is indeed worthy of its name! ”

There is a group of people not far from Yunyang and the others, one of them is a richly dressed blue-clothed man who is like a star holding the moon, quite a bit of a standout, obviously from an extraordinary background, at this moment, the people around him immediately praised loudly, and even said that Erlang is really brilliant, and the depth of his insights is beyond my reach and other flattery.

Then someone asked, "Do you know who wrote the poems sung by Twelve Niang?" ”

"I've never heard of this, but it must be a new poem coming out tonight. I don't know which Lang Jun is so honored to be favored by Twelve Niang, I really envy others. ”

Li Jilan glanced over there, as if she knew the blue-clothed gentleman, but she didn't mean to go over to say hello. She suddenly quipped to Xue Qing on the side:

"Twelve Niang dancing swords, it is really heroic, unparalleled in the world, even I am moved, Lang Jun might as well redeem her."

Xue Qingyan smiled, "Okay, when the time comes, I will let you be a concubine, and I will let you stay alone in the empty room." ”

Fortunately, the voice of these words was extremely low, and no one paid attention to the noise around, otherwise there might be another uproar.

Yun Yang looked strange, and when he heard this, he thought of some inappropriate pictures in his heart. Quickly pretended not to know and looked away.

Xue Qing realized that he glanced at Yun Yang at this time, thinking that it was really annoying that this private talk was actually listened to by this guy. Then I thought about something and didn't feel that my face turned red, and my heart was pounding, so I was not ashamed.

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After the sword dance, it gradually became sluggish, although it was a night of carnival, but after the early hours of the morning, there were fewer and fewer people. The main reason is that many old men in the literary world who are old enough to go home to rest one after another when their spirits can't support it.

And when these people leave, it is the theme of the talented and beautiful people who spend the moon before and after. At this time, the merry talents are trying their best to show their literary talents, and the Pomeranian people can be more famous at the same time when they laugh, so why not.

"Thank you for your support, the winner of tonight's poetry meeting will have the opportunity to go up to the top floor to listen to the little twelve to compose a song. Of course, if you are personally selected by the Twelve Niang, you can go directly to the top floor. Such a beautiful scenery, don't miss it. “

The current owner of Tianxiang, who was born with a plump body, is a half-old, but the charm still exists, and the voice is soft.

"Tonight, we are fortunate to invite Mr. Qin from Ziyang Academy and Su Gong, a calligrapher, as judges."

The two old men who are close to the age of sixteen are both Confucian scholars in Jinyang City, and they are very famous, and it is not easy to invite them. From this point is enough to show the strength of Tianxiangfang.

"Before this incense burns out, please complete the masterpiece, and then the two old gentlemen will judge the best of tonight's fighting poems."

The owner of Tianxiang Fang smiled and began to burn incense. At the same time, a maidservant presented the four treasures of the study to each room.

Immediately, some people were catchy, full of pride, and their pens were walking dragons and snakes, which attracted a lot of cheers, and there were many girls from Tianxiangfang secretly peeping and whispering.

Obviously, everyone was prepared, and at this moment the pen and ink can be said to be handy, and in a short time several people have already presented their poems.

After Qin Lao and Na Su Gong read it, they didn't say whether it was good or bad, but just handed the paper with the poems written to the surrounding people to watch it, and some people felt that the writing was good, so they would get up and recite it aloud, and then talk to the people around them.

In this way, more than half an hour passed quickly, and the incense burned seven or eight times out of ten. At this time, the real masterpieces have come out one after another, and it is difficult to think of good quality poems in the remaining time, so everyone has a rough idea in their hearts.

At the moment, they are talking to each other, thinking that this or that poem may win the championship.

In the room, Liu Changqing finished writing a poem, and everyone saw it and wrote:

"On the seven strings, listen to the pine wind and cold. Although the ancient tune is self-love, many people today do not play. ”

Lu Yu smiled at Liu Changqing and said: "This song [Listening to the Piano] is quite a bit of a bosom friend that is hard to find, and it tastes like a lonely self-appreciation." It seems that the beautiful scenery on the top floor tonight is none other than Brother Wenfang. ”

Liu Changqing smiled with a smile in his eyes, "Why did Brother Hongjian say this, I am just an ordinary little poem, how can it be compared with the masterpieces of many talents." ”

"Brother Wenfang, don't hide it, the poems sung by Miss Li Qian's sword dance just now, as far as I know, are the [Six Songs of the Army] written by Brother Wenfang."

Lu Yu took a sip of tea unhurriedly, and then said: "Although the current song "Listening to the Qin" is small, it must be an allusion, and it is only written for bosom friends. The so-called drunkard's intention is not to drink, and Brother Wen is not above the leader of this poetry club, he just wants to have a confidante to spend a good night with. ”

Zhu Fang suddenly realized when he heard this, and also joked on the side: "What Brother Hongjian said is very true, Brother Wenfang should not quibble, the talented woman will become a good story in the future, which is gratifying." ”

Liu Changqing couldn't argue, so he had to change the topic and look at Xue Qing and Li Jilan on the other side, and said with a smile:

"I don't know if the two Lang Jun, can there be a masterpiece?"

"I'm only shallow in my studies, and I'm not good at poetry, so I'm just here tonight." Xue Qing arched his hand, then rolled his eyes and said:

"But this Li Langjun next to me is quite talented, but it's a pity that she refuses to write, and I can't do anything."

Li Jilan looked helplessly and said: "With this little bit of knowledge of mine, I won't come to the class to get an axe, and I will compete with the sun and the moon." ”

"Li Langjun is really humble."

Liu Changqing hurriedly replied, thinking that Li Jilan was just an ordinary friend of Zhu Fang, and it was just a few polite words from everyone's friends.

Only Zhu Anxin knew that the handsome tomboy in front of him could be called a talented woman. If she is willing to write, her poetry will naturally not be inferior to others.

It's just that she seems to have changed a lot in recent years, and there is no news about her poetry.