But now, Yuya doesn't have a good song, so the advantages of her own songs can't be played. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIf you just rely on the guzheng to play, it is difficult to be the opponent of the willow catkins of "Mingyue Tower", not to mention that the willow catkins are also good at pipa.

Yesterday, Wang Ziyu, the first genius of Chengdu Mansion, finally sent her a good poem, but he actually had to serve the pillow by himself, so he was willing to let himself sing this poem, and hinted that if he did not agree, he would give the words to Liu Xu'er. I didn't expect that the first talent in Chengdu, who has always been sanctimonious, would take advantage of people's danger so much, Yuya categorically refused. This morning, Yuya was in a depressed mood, so she used the piano to express her feelings and pity herself.

After listening to Yuya's mournful talk about her difficulties, and telling about her own suffering from being an official lady to a Qinglou but being clean, Li Xiang couldn't help but feel a lot of sympathy for this talented and self-reliant girl.

Yuya got up and bowed: "Ask the son for a word to tide over the difficulties, the slave family is unforgettable." ”

Xiaoyu also said to the side: "Childe is a good person, and Miss is also a hard-working person, please ask Childe to help Miss." ”

Li Xiang secretly said that he came here because he wanted to be a low-key person. This time, I came to Chengdu Mansion for a meeting, not to pick up girls, although there are a lot of words, but I have just met this girl! But seeing a beautiful woman begging herself so sadly, I can't bear to refuse.

Besides, this temperament beauty really makes people feel good at first sight. Li Xiang thought, Yuya is the top brand of Chengdu Huamanlou, and the Luzhou Laojiao liquor that he made by himself is a luxury, and it should be sold to these high-end restaurants and green buildings, and the people who come here are rich.

I wrote the lyrics for him myself, and let her help sell the wine when the time came. As for his admiration for Yuya, so much so that he likes Yuya a little, Li Xiang had to omit it silently, with Zhao Mengxue's experience, he Li Xiang really didn't dare to think about anything else.

"I really don't hide it from the girl, I am shallow in my knowledge, and I do a few crooked words, I am afraid that I will not be able to enter the eyes of Miss Yuya."

Xiaoyu urged beside him: "Don't be modest, just rely on that random lyrics, it's not an exaggeration to say that Childe is a great talent." Even the prince Yu, who is known as the first talented man in Chengdu, may not be as talented as a son. Don't worry, Childe helped our young lady win the Oiran, and our young lady will definitely be rewarded. ”

After that, the little girl also winked at Li Xiang playfully, which seemed to mean that as long as the words were good, maybe the young lady would promise herself.

The Yuya girl over there also heard what Xiaoyu meant, and her pretty face turned red, making her look even more charming and moving, and the whole person seemed to be dripping water.

Li Xiangxin said: That's what you said. Besides, my brother's request is really not much compared to the first talent in Chengdu.

Xiaoyu laid out the white paper, adjusted the ink, and Yuya lifted the slender and stood in front of the case.

Li Xiang pondered for a moment, thinking that he always made these ordinary words, it was really meaningless, thinking about the very popular Chinese-style music in later generations, Li Xiang couldn't help but think of Jay Chou's songs, such as blue and white porcelain, Dongfeng Po These are songs that are both like words and not like words, but these Chinese-style songs are undoubtedly liked by many people, but blue and white porcelain is about the porcelain of the Yuan Dynasty, a metaphor for a woman, now it is the Song Dynasty, it is not too appropriate, think about it, or the chrysanthemum platform is very suitable, Because Li Xiang has heard the girl's cover of the chrysanthemum stage, it is more flavorful than the male version, if it is sung by Yuya, I am afraid that it will be even more extraordinary.

Li Xiang immediately said aloud: "Miss Yuya, I have written a song, but this song is not a word card that everyone knows now, and it is not a real word, but I think this song should be very suitable for girls, and I feel good about its style, now I sing it out and listen to it, if you think it is okay, the girl will take it and sing it, if it is not good, I can't help it." ”

Miss Yuya said in surprise: "Oh, Childe still has such skills, so you might as well sing and listen to it, maybe it's really good!" ”

Xiao Yu also covered his mouth and smiled: "Ah, I didn't expect Childe to sing, Xiao Yu admires it!" ”

Li Xiang smiled bitterly: "Isn't this the kindness of the two girls? Xiaosheng is ugly! ”

After saying that, Li Xiang opened his mouth and sang: "Your tears are weak and wounded, and the miserable white moon bends and bends, hooking the past." The night is too long, it condenses into frost, who is in the attic, cold and desperate, the rain gently beats the vermilion window, my life is blown by the wind on the paper, and the dream turns into a wisp of incense in the distance, and scatters your appearance with the wind. The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is full of wounds, and your smile has turned yellow. The flowers fall and people break their bowels, my heart is quiet, the north wind is chaotic, the night is not young, your shadow is constantly cut, leaving me alone on the lake in pairs. The flowers have fallen to the evening brilliantly, on the withering world, the fate is unbearable, Mo crosses the river, the autumn heart is split in half, I am afraid that you will not be able to go ashore, and you will shake for a lifetime. Whose country, the sound of horses' hooves is crazy, my military uniform, whistling vicissitudes, the sky is slightly bright, you sigh softly, a night of melancholy, so tactful. The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is full of wounds, and your smile has turned yellow. The flowers fall and people break their bowels, my heart is quiet, the north wind is chaotic, the night is not young, your shadow is constantly cut, leaving me alone on the lake in pairs. ”

Yuya listened to this beautiful song, and couldn't help but be brought into the artistic conception of the lyrics, and when a lyric was transcribed, her eyes were already full of tears, she was already stunned, and couldn't help but think: What kind of talent can write good words.

The poetic lyrics, the north wind, chrysanthemums, and the rain, write about the full sorrow and the multiplicity of fate, and Li Xiang sings the poignant chrysanthemum platform with a delicate voice and a unique singing method, with a simple but beautiful arrangement.

Although there is no musical instrument, it is just a cappella, but the rhyme lingers for a long time, which adds a bleak and tactful artistic conception to the song, and the sentimental but not decadent faint sadness is even more wonderful. Such majestic and sad lyrics render our pathos to the extreme.

Not only was Yuya stunned, but Xiaoyu also didn't expect that she would be able to listen to it, and when she came back to her senses, she found that she had burst into tears! This song is so touching, Xiaoyu thought in her heart, if the girl sang this song, it would definitely be more shocking and touching, and when the time came to get the Oiran, she would have greater certainty.

Of course, Yuya also thinks so, although the tune of this song is a bit strange, but once sung, it is definitely a classic among the classics, and Yuya has even seen the shocking scene after she sang this song at the Chengdu Poetry Conference.

When Yuya pulled her distant mind back to reality, she found that Li Xiang had disappeared. Looking at Xiao Yu, who was still looking at the words on the side, he couldn't help but shake his head, probably because his master and servant left when they were out of their minds. Look at the words on the rice paper again, is this Li Xiang really an ordinary scholar? The devil believes it. Yuya couldn't help but pout her lips funny, what an interesting person!

Of course Yuya doesn't know, Li Xiang is a romantic tanhualang! How can a guy who even a princess likes be an ordinary person! (To be continued.) )