"The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

The moth snow willow is golden, and the smile is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

Under the expectation of the four people, Liu Xu softly chanted Xin Qiji's song "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi". This poem is also one of Liu Xu's favorite poems in his later life, Xin Dajia not only writes excellent poems of the bold school, but also this graceful and beautiful lyrics are also the best works.

The four of them listened to this poem and were amazed. Cui Ye and Zhong Jingqian were more steady, just nodded in approval, and Zhong Weikun couldn't help but praise loudly: "Good", only said a good word, Zhong Weikun saw Cui Ye glaring at him, and suddenly remembered that this song was Yunzhu going to use it to fight with Liu Piaopiao in the ring, and Yunzhu hadn't been rehearsed with the song yet, so he couldn't be exposed so early. Zhong Weikun reacted quickly, picked up a glass of 70 degrees of original wine from Yunmen Distillery, drank it all, and laughed: "Okay, good wine, men should drink such spirits for pleasure." ”

Everyone couldn't help but forget to glance at Zhong Weikun in surprise, and they didn't know what kind of madness he had. The 70-degree original liquor of Yunmen Distillery is the main product of winter, and the amount of wine is small, and it can be poured in one glass. Zhong Weikun drank it all like this, his face was a little hot, and when everyone looked at him strangely, he couldn't help but blush even more.

Cui Ye smiled and relieved Zhong Weikun and said: "Brother Liben has a good amount of alcohol, I'm afraid that if I drink too much of this wine, it's better to drink it slowly!" "Zhong Weikun's character is established, Zhong Jingqian's character is established, Cui Ye and the two are familiar with each other, and they are usually commensurate with the table words.

Zhong Weikun smiled wryly: "It's okay! Then he whispered: "Erlang's words are really wonderful, Wei Kun can't help but want to praise one!" I also hope that Yun Xingshou and Erlang are not strange! ”

People praised Liu Xu's lyrics, Liu Xu couldn't be angry, Yunzhu also smiled: "If it were at another time, I'm afraid that Yunzhu would also be amazed, Erlang's word is so wonderful, it's really no wonder that Zhong Ergongzi can't help but admire." Hee-hee, the slave family will match the tune, and I'll sing this wonderful word to everyone later! ”

Cui Ye and the Zhong brothers were snickering, they seemed to have seen Tang Wei and Liu Piaopiao eating deflated!

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What is due will come!

Seeing that more and more people gathered in the huge hall, it seems that many people who came to Runyuan to participate in the poetry meeting smelled something and gathered in this warm hall.

At this time, the people brought by Tang Wei began to coax, and they all loudly asked Liu Piaopiao to sing a song in response to today's grand event.

Liu Piaopiao gave in modestly, and finally under the coaxing of everyone, he had to get up and perform.

This huge warm hall in Runyuan, on the east side is a small high platform, which can be used as a stage.

Someone had already brought the prepared pipa. Liu Piaopiao hugged the pipa, slowly walked up to the high platform, and sat down in a seat.

After a while, the sound of the pipa sounded, crisp as a stream jingling, tactful as a gentle drizzle, and the willows fluttered lightly:

"The dream becomes a memory, vague, sideways, and the wind is high. Whoever plays the flute on the top of the jade mountain, if the sea sets off the tide. Countless, cyclamen in the clouds. I want the galaxy to visit the emperor, and Nai Qionglou Yuyu is hazy. The black wind made it, and it broke its wings.

Wake up to the dust of the sea and the sky. It seems to be in the air, a little shocking, and it flies in an instant. Fang Shi ascended to the altar and said that he was still dreaming, and it always seemed to be far from the north. A few more times, stunned. It should be expected that Dongfeng's heart is not dead, and he will revisit the news of Mei in the coming year. On the outskirts, the sky is blue. ”

The wonderful words of "Golden Wisp Song", in the melodious pipa, were tactfully sung by Liu Piaopiao's moving voice.

I have to say that this "Golden Wisp Song" is wonderfully written, the artistic conception is beautiful, and the lyrics are wonderful, which is really good. The wonderful words are accompanied by good songs, and then sung by good singing voices, which won countless applause for a while, and everyone inquired about the author of this word.

Liu Piaopiao said coquettishly: "This word was made by Tang Wei and Tang Gongzi, and it was given to the slave family to sing the song!" ”

Some people whose hearts are fluttering towards the willows are complimented one after another. Liu Piaopiao just smiled and thanked everyone frequently. Tang Wei stood up, made a big gesture, laughed and greeted everyone, obviously enjoying the feeling of being complimented.

When Zhong Weikun saw Tang Wei's appearance, he couldn't help but pout, and muttered to Cui Ye and Liu Xu in a low voice: "Just with Tang Wei's waste wood, what good words can be written, this word must be made by someone else." However, although the lyrics of this "Golden Wisp Song" are still a little short of Erlang's lyrics, as far as the lyrics at tonight's poetry meeting are concerned, it can be called a good work. ”

Zhong Jingqian acted steadily and didn't say much, but at this time he also spoke: "The author of this poem is also extraordinary, and this poem deserves to be a good work." It's just that this person is willing to be a gunman like Tang Wei's son, I'm afraid it's for money and interests, and I'm afraid that the surname will not be good. ”

Cui Ye and Liu Xu also praised this poem for doing a good job.

No wonder Liu Piaopiao dared to come to Yunzhu to fight in the ring tonight, he really came to the ring.

When everyone's compliments and praise for Tang Wei and Liu Piaopiao gradually stopped, everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at Yunzhu. As the Oiran of Qingzhou, after listening to Liu Piaopiao's performance, everyone couldn't help but bring a few appointments to Yunzhu's performance.

The people brought by Tang Wei have already begun to coax Yunzhu to perform.

Of course, those talented scribes who had nothing to do with Tang Wei were also looking forward to seeing Yunzhu's performance.

Sun Yu, a student from Yunmen Academy, took the lead in getting up and coming to Liu Xu's seat, and said with expectation: "I wonder if I can listen to the good news of Yunxing tonight?" It can be seen that Sun Yu was pushed out by his group of literati students to urge Yunzhu to perform. Sun Yu is a student of Yunmen Academy, and Yunmen Academy is the private college of the Cui family, and it is not the children of the Cui family who can enter the Cloud Gate Academy, but also the children of the family who have a close relationship with the Cui family. But as a literati who came to participate in tonight's poetry meeting, after listening to Liu Piaopiao's wonderful song, I wanted to hear Yunzhu's performance even more.

It seems that Tang Wei has already calculated that Liu Piaopiao and Yunzhu are in this hall tonight, if Liu Piaopiao presents a song, everyone will invite Yunzhu to perform as well, and Yunzhu is difficult to refuse. I have to say that Tang Wei's calculation is good, Liu Piaopiao was already inferior to Yunzhu when she was selected for the Oiran, this time she forced Yunzhu to compete, Liu Piaopiao's defeat was not much of a problem for herself, but if she won, she would be overwhelmed by Yunzhu, and there would be many benefits. Besides, Tang Wei watched the poetry works of tonight's poetry meeting, and thought that he had spent a lot of money to find a celebrity to make this wonderful poem, and he was sure of victory.

Yun Zhu saw that Sun Yu came over on behalf of all the literati and students to urge him to perform, and it was difficult to refuse, so Yun Zhu got up and said: "In this way, the slave family will sing a song." It's just that the slave family didn't think to sing the song, and the slave family's guzheng didn't bring it, how is this good? ”

Sun Yu said with a smile: "This is easy to do, so many talented and beautiful people came to Runyuan to participate in the poetry meeting tonight, I am afraid that there is no Gu Zheng, so I will go and get one for Yun Xingshou here!" ”

Sun Yu went to the guzheng very quickly, Yunzhu took the guzheng, stroked it gently, and the sound was murmuring, but it was a good piano.

Yunzhu hugged the small high platform on the guzheng, gently placed the guzheng on the table, and sat down on his knees, his movements were elegant and quiet, full of beauty.

Yunzhu said softly: "The slave family will sing a poem made by Liu Gongzi tonight, it is a poem "Qingyu Case", please comment!" ”

Yun Zhu gently stroked the guzheng with his hand, and the beautiful sound of the piano suddenly flowed out like a gurgling spring water, Yun Zhuxiu's mouth opened lightly, and a beautiful song "Qingyu Case, Yuan Xi" melodious and sang:

"The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. ”

The melodious singing seems to have infinite infectiousness, showing a lively scene of the Shangyuan Festival vividly in front of everyone. The east wind blows, countless lanterns shake, as if urging a thousand trees and flowers, fireworks are chaotic, falling down, and it is like the stars in the sky have been blown down, like a shower of stars. Gorgeous fragrant cars and BMWs come and go on the road, and all kinds of intoxicating aromas fill the street. The sound of Feng Xiao's melodious music echoed everywhere, and the moon glowed brightly in the sky, and the brilliance flowed. In the lively night, the colorful lights in the shape of fish and dragons are churning. It's really beautiful!

The sound of the guzheng is still crisp, and the beautiful singing of Yunzhu continues.

"The moth snow willow is golden, and the laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

The crowd seemed to present a beautiful beauty, with bright ornaments on her head and colorful clothes on her body, swaying in the crowd. She passed in front of people with a smile on her face and a faint scent. And everyone looked for her thousands of times, but they didn't see her, and when they turned around, they saw her standing in the middle of the lights.

It is really a wonderful poem, which completely pulls everyone into the artistic conception of the lyrics. Savor it, but it is full of countless other meanings, but everyone thinks differently, it seems to be the realm that can only be understood and cannot be expressed.

As soon as Yunzhu sang the song, everyone couldn't help but applaud it, and some fanatical poetry lovers began to ask the author of such wonderful words.

Yunzhu couldn't help but look at Liu Xu, but found that the place where Liu Xu was sitting just now was already empty.

Yun Zhu couldn't help but murmur softly: "Everyone looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but that person was there, and the lights were dim." But you're not in the light again, what kind of person are you? I'm going to see you through sooner or later! ”