Chapter 205: Spring [7]

Because of the chaos of the five generations of warriors, the Song Dynasty naturally thought that it inherited the culture of the Tang Dynasty, but in terms of dance, it changed the culture of the Tang Dynasty advocating sword dance. The sword dance has the breath of a warrior, so it is not favored by the high-ranking officials and nobles of the Song Dynasty who advocate Confucian culture.

Master Chen performed a sleeve dance, wearing a wide and bright dress, with a pair of beautiful and slender sleeves. The sleeve dance is divided into solo dance, squad dance, and team dance.

Master Chen bowed down and said with a smile: "Please go to the room and change into a dance costume, I am out of company!" Blessed are you, officials! ”

At this time, the two celebrities who were with Master Chen also stood up and said with a smile: "The slave Hangzhou flower wants to be Rong, and today I came to the capital to visit friends, and I don't want to encounter such a prosperous world." My sister went to change her clothes, and the slave family performed one or two for my sister here, singing a song for all the officials! ”

The voice was ethereal and graceful, with a hint of innocent childlike sound.

"Good! Good! Good! ”

The children of the powerful applauded loudly, of course, in addition to Hua Xiangrong's good voice, her appearance is also an indispensable factor.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon!" It is Li Bai's quatrain to describe Yang Guifei, one of China's four beauties. And Hua Xiangrong can go to the stage name from now on, which shows her appearance.

The stature is not tall, about one meter six, melon seed face, fair skin, when laughing, two shallow dimples are exposed, and a pair of charming smiling eyes. Depending on the age, it is about fifteen years old at most! Maybe it's even smaller, in the Song Dynasty, where the wind of chick was flourishing, such a little beauty was even more tempting.

Zhao Yu didn't mention the pen, and looked at the flowers with a smile.

A sour breath came out of the county lord's heart for no reason, and he reached out and pinched the soft flesh on Zhao Yu's waist. Gritted his teeth and said: "Now this time, you little villain still has a heart for women!" ”

Zhao Yu grinned with twisted teeth, stretched out his hand and rubbed his waist, and said, "I said the county lord!" What the hell is wrong with you? The emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry! ”

The county lord of Dangyang said angrily: "It's not you who is humiliated, you naturally don't care!" ”

While speaking, the county lord of Dangyang glared at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu smiled and said, "Worried about something?" Quiet! Listen to the song, this little doll is not big, this is really angry! ”

Juan Yuhuan said coldly. "It turns out that the prince likes little dolls!"

This didn't sound like anything to others, liking young women was the trend at this time, but Zhao Yu broke out in a cold sweat. He glanced at Youhuan and said, "Does the little lady think that this king will be such a beast?" How old is this, to destroy such a little doll! ”

Ju Youhuan sat quietly, looked at Zhao Yu sideways, smiled and said, "The prince is right, how can you be such a beast!" ”

A smug smile appeared on Zhao Yu's face, but before this smile could fully emerge, it was already frozen on his face as if someone had used absolute zero magic, and it collapsed in the next second.

"Lord Wang, you are not as good as a beast! To use a beast to talk about you, that's an insult to the beast! Yan Youhuan's voice was as quiet as ever, especially the expression of her sitting posture at this time, which was indescribably gentle, revealing a taste of court etiquette. Who would have thought that such annoying words would come out of her mouth?

Wang Wanying and the county lord of Dangyang couldn't help it, and laughed.

Zhao Yu gritted his teeth and glared at Youhuan, who didn't care at all and looked at Zhao Yu calmly. As if to say, how! That's what I said, what can you do to me?

I didn't withdraw it, I really didn't withdraw it.

Zhao Yu can't beat a woman, right? Bicker? Well, arguing with a little lady in front of so many people, no matter whether he wins or loses, Zhao Yu has to take on the reputation of being a rude martial artist who doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

can only suppress his anger and carefully listen to the poem "Qingping Tune" sung by Hua Xiangrong, that is, the movement written by Li Bai with the title of Yang Guifei and Tang Xuanzong.

Although Qingping tunes have been circulated for almost 300 years, and I don't know how many singers and literati have sung them, but there is no trace of annoying feeling in Hua Xiangrong. The ethereal voice seems to paint a mural, painting the original scene in front of everyone.

Li Bai's debauchery, Yang Guifei's alluring city, Tang Xuanzong's love, and the romance like a fairyland.

At the end of the song, everyone woke up.

The applause was like a tide, and the voices of admiration were endless.

"I used to feel that Miss Dongmei of Xihualou had a good singing voice, and now I know that I am sitting in the well and watching the sky!"

"Absolutely! The ancients said: Around Liang San, now it is known that the ancients did not deceive me! ”

Zhao Yu couldn't help but say: "This tune has been changed slightly, like the finishing touch." If you have time, let the sixth brother come and listen to it! ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

Don't look at Zhao Yu on the side, no one has come into contact, but no one dares to really ignore Zhao Yu's existence. As soon as Zhao Yu's words came out, he originally wanted to give flowers and gifts, so that he could make friends later, and maybe he could be a guest of the curtain. Although the official family will definitely not accept flowers and want to be concubines and beauties, even if they are raised as outer rooms, it is not something that they can covet.

Hua Xiangrong didn't know the inside story, and after seeing that she sang a song, no one gave a small gift. Although these small gifts are not very valuable, most of them are flowers, small jewelry, tea and the like. If you like it and have the power, you will invite someone to take a sip of fruit wine. Today, there is no such thing, and it is strange to be on the board.

However, in the end, not everyone knew Zhao Yu's words, and a young man stood up and said: "Today, I want to listen to Miss Rong's song, talk about money, I am afraid that there will be copper smell and pollute Miss, so I will give you an orange hairpin." ”

While speaking, a servant has picked up a hairpin with both hands, only to see that the hairpin is exquisitely made, the main body is roughly made of brass, the orange flower is decorated with five or six small pearls, and a few silver wires are entangled. Even if it is the son of a powerful person, this money is not small, and it is obvious that this young man is very happy.

As soon as he knew this young man, the apricot Luo robe scholar was anxious, stood up and said, "Erlang, presumptuous!" Here and there, the first one you came to give? The prince praised him just now, and he should take the prince first! ”

That Erlang is not a person who doesn't know proportion, but he is also refreshing, he stood up and arched his hand in the direction of Zhao Yu, and he didn't say anything offensive, so he sat back without saying a word. The master was like this, and the servant sat down smartly.

"The prince is also romantic!" Ju Youhuan looked sideways at Zhao Yu with a smile.

Zhao Yu's face was full of helplessness, giving gifts! Zhao Yu didn't hesitate to spare so much money, the problem is that he really gave it away, Zhao Yu's reputation for being merry and heartfelt, I'm afraid it will spread in the ears of millions of people in Bianliang City.

Think about it, I originally took three women with me in the spring, and then a hero came to save the beauty Zhao Xiuya, now! It also means that the flower wants to look. In just half a day, he has been entangled with five women. It is said that it is relatively conservative in ancient times, even in modern times, after such a thing happens, it can be on the news and widely known.

PS: Today the word count is a little less, only 2,000. I'm looking for information to find the dead, I'm almost ready, and I should be able to break out tomorrow! Please forgive me! (To be continued.) )