Song Jiu admitted his mistake through the courtyard wall, Pan Li'er disagreed inside, and asked Yahuan to come out and say that if she wanted to forgive him, she had to call Song Jiu eldest sister. The relationship between sister and brother will not be ambiguous, and people will not make fun of it. But this request is too strange, Pan Li'er wants to be Song Jiu's eldest sister? A group of second ancestors were all happy. But it's not easy to say, if it's really shameless, maybe I'll agree, although this recognition is humiliating, since then, the Song family has climbed a little bit with the Pan family. But where would Song Jiu agree, and asked for a change of conditions, singing a few serious and beautiful Xiaoling for Pan Li'er. Pan Li'er also agreed, and Song Jiu's first small order was Ouyang Xiu's Linjiang Immortal: the light thunder outside the willow was raining on the pool, and the sound of rain dripping and breaking lotus sounds. The west corner of the small building is broken. Leaning on the trunk, stay in the moon.

The swallow flew to peep at the painting building, and the jade hook hung down the curtain. The cool waves do not move, and the lines are flat. The water spirit double pillow, next to the fallen hairpin.

The achievement of this poem is quite high, especially the sound of the broken lotus, which is full of imagination.

Song Jiu will make a small order just not good, but it will plagiarize, but the word must not only be dual, rhyme, but also an important one, really in the Song Dynasty to fill in the words but also rhyme, that is, the pronunciation of each sentence read out is in line with the music score of this word card, Song Jiu sings Linjiang Xian, must be sung in accordance with the music score of Linjiang Xian. It can't be said that Song Jiu is musically blind, he can also sing karaoke, and he can also play the guitar, but the music of later generations and the music of the Song Dynasty are two different things. Where did Song Jiu know what score Lu Dao Linjiang Immortal was, and Pan Li'er's moving figure still appeared in his mind from time to time, not only did he run out of tune, but he didn't know how to run 108,000 miles. Linjiang Immortal is a common song card, Zhao Kuangyin often listens to it, the sentences are different, the song is the same, and then listening to Song Jiu singing, I can't help but want to spray tea.

Yahuan went in to ask for instructions, but in fact, Pan Li'er was not so angry, after all, Father Song was her father's old comrade-in-arms and old subordinate, and listening to Song Jiu's singing voice, she couldn't be happy inside. But he said to Yahuan: "No, it's too fragrant, I have to redo it." ”

These days, I have been ridiculed repeatedly by my girlfriends, and today I have to breathe a sigh of relief.

Yahuan conveyed, Song Jiu had a headache, this is also fragrant? But his fiery heart is still not cold, if he likes others, he has to take care of others, and after thinking about it, he changed it to Linjiang Immortal of Nalan Xingde: Chang Ji Bi screen window foreign language, autumn wind blows back to the crow. The sail has been sent since then. A new light sleeps, and the moon is slanted.

Even if you want to return to the house, it is better to return home with a swallow. Spring clouds and spring water with light glow. Painting boats like the moon, drizzling and falling poplars.

If this song is sung well, I don't know how many beautiful girls will be fascinated by the Tao in this era, but when it comes out of Song Jiu's mouth, it is not the taste at all, and Zhao Kuangyin wants to move and beat Song Jiu with Taizu's long fist.

Yahuan finally understood, ignoring Song Jiu's out-of-tune and thinking about words, this thought was stupid.

Song Jiu arched his hand: "Please ask your lady again." ”

Yahuan woke up and went in to ask again, and Pan Li'er said again: "No, it's still beautiful." ”

Therefore, it is the latter sentence, painting the boat people like the moon, and the drizzle falling poplars, which is actually imagining the scene spent with the Yiren spring, turning the virtual into reality, extremely romantic, it can be said that this sentence is a work of God, and the literati have brought the wet taste of wanting to talk and rest to the extreme.

But in terms of the whole poem, it is a bit too much to say that Yan is in the end. People are clearly making things difficult, Song Jiu has no luck, it's a big deal to change it, he roared angrily again:

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”

It was not written by Luo Guanzhong, but by Yang Shen, the famous minister of the Ming Dynasty, Linjiang Xian, who was famous in the three Yangs, and Mao Zonggang and his son commented on the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and put it at the front of the volume, and later became the theme song of the TV series.

After roaring, Song Jiu wiped his sweat, this time it has nothing to do with vulgarity.

Yahuan ran in and asked, and after a while came out again and said, "No, where do you have gray hair?" ”

"That's right, it's okay, the Yangtze River is rolling east, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

The black-haired fisherman is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”

When they heard the black-haired fisherman Jiang Zhushang, even the Zhao brothers couldn't stop laughing. Zhao Kuangyi patted the table and said, "This guy should be killed." ”

The little girl went in to ask, and the little lady of the Pan family was patting her little breasts, laughing and trembling while patting, and said, "My mother, I can't do it, I can't laugh anymore." ”

Not only her, but also several second ancestors.

The whole thing was caused by that little order, but My Fair Lady, the gentleman is good, Pan Mei's two eldest sons have never flirted with other beautiful girls? Xiao Ling has some insinuations, and there is a jade apple, and the two heart words Luo Yi can make people think about it, but that's it, one didn't say hooligan words directly, and the other didn't do anything. Bao also played, and three more serious small orders came out, Pan Weide yelled at the inner courtyard: "Little sister, enough, Xiao Jiu can make three small orders in an instant, how difficult it is, that one is enough for me to think about for a month." ”

Song Jiulei, you can't think about it for a month, but you can't think about it for a year.

What to do, people say that if you can think of a song in a month, it will be a month. Yahuan came out again and shouted: "No, this little order is too rough, and it has to be redone." Then he crossed his waist and glared fiercely at the Pan Weide brothers.

Pan Weigu was helpless, and attached to Song Jiu's ear and said: "Brother, you can sing two more songs if you are wronged, and I will invite you to eat and drink in the evening." ”

Pan Mei has many sons, Weide, Weigu, Weizheng, and Weiqing, who was born not long ago, only this one baby daughter, and in the future, Pan Mei also got a little son, two daughters, and the people who married those two daughters are amazing people, but they were not born. Scarcity is precious, and the brothers had no choice but to let this baby sister.

Zhao Kuangyin said: "Mrs. Tian doesn't care? ”

"She let the Weide brothers go."

A group of people didn't know that the emperor was watching the teahouse, and several other second ancestors applauded, wanting to sing, to sing. Song Jiudong looked around, singing nothing, but in the end it was plagiarism, and he was not afraid of plagiarism, Guan Jian relied on this to become famous in the future, and let himself fill in the words one by one, how much can he remember. This name can't come out, occasionally one or two songs are fine, can't be thrown out like cabbage, he said to the courtyard wall: "Little lady of the Pan family, let's do it, I'll tell a story and sing a touching slang song." ”

"What do you mean by slang?" Yes, Pan Li'er spoke directly inside this time.

Song Jiu said energetically: "It's a song sung in the vernacular." ”

"Okay, but it can't be fragrant, it can't be rude."

"Don't worry, it's very touching, I'll tell the story first, once upon a time a poor scholar sat in the forest reading, suddenly there was a squeaky sound, the scholar raised his head, only to see a snow-white little fox looking at it, the mouth of the mournful. Strange to say, the little white fox walked up to the scholar and stopped. The scholar hugged the fox and saw that the fox had been hit by an arrow in the hind leg, so he pulled out the arrow for the little fox, tore off the rotten robe, and wrapped the little fox's wound. The little fox endured the pain and remained motionless in the scholar's arms. ”

The scholar was about to read with the fox in his arms, when the sound of horses' hooves roared, and dozens of men galloped on horseback, asking the scholar if he had ever seen a wounded fox. The scholar said that Brother Tai was talking about a white fox. A green shadow flashed around the big man and said that it was it, I shot it, what about the animal? The scholar only smelled the fragrance and the wind blowing on his face, and saw a delicate face, confused, and pointed behind him for most of the day, just running past this side. The big men were gone, and the little fox poked his head out of his cuffs, his eyes full of gratitude. The scholar stroked the fox and said, "Little fox, hide quickly, don't let people hurt you again." ”

The fox actually understood human nature, slid down with a limp leg, and made a mockery of the scholar with its front legs together, and its snow-white body twisted into a ball and danced in the setting sun. The scholar was stunned, and after the dance, the fox bowed to the scholar again, looked back in three steps, and disappeared into the distant mountains. The scholar still sat in the woods every day and read, and when he heard the sound of horses' hooves, he would be surprised, but he never met the girl in green again. But he didn't know what to do, every morning, there was a white fox in the woods looking at the scholar with bright eyes. It's just that he is strange, whenever he misses the woman in green, there seems to be a white shadow on the distant mountain, dancing towards the sunset, and when the scholar looks for it, he can't find anything. The scholar lived like this until he died of old age, and he did not see the woman in green, she was not in the same world as him. Everyone said that the scholar had read the book all his life, and he really read it in vain. But some people say that a white fox once haunted the scholar's bed, and some people say that every year on the scholar's sacrifice day, there will be people on the grave to worship. ”

"Many years, many years have passed, about a thousand years. The vicissitudes of life, the woods of the year were bulldozed, it turned out to be the champion high school, the emperor married the princess to the champion, and built a palace here. On the night of the candles in the cave room, the champion saw a princess dressed in green, so familiar, it seemed that he had seen it countless times in his dreams, but he couldn't remember it. At this time, the door suddenly opened, it was Yahuan who had served her for many years, she had been taking care of the champion since she was a child, and she liked to wear a white dress. Yahuan said, Lang Jun, the slave has been serving you since childhood, and I want to say goodbye to you today. The champion was heartbroken and asked why. Yahuan lifted her legs, pointed to the scar on her leg and said to the princess that before leaving, she wanted to avenge the revenge of the arrow back then, and asked Lang Jun for grace. The champion protected the princess and said, what are you doing? Yahuan saw that the champion disagreed, and said sadly, Lang Jun's grace to save each other back then, hate not to repay immediately, practice for thousands of years to become a human body, today Lang Jun's gold list title, the front edge is over, with a grace to eliminate a hate, I hope the son cherishes. Saying that, he bowed his head again, retreated to the courtyard, and danced, but when he saw the bright moon, the white clothes were better than the snow, like a dream, dancing to the depths, the girl squeaked and screamed, and the sound was sad. When the bright moon is in the sky, the champion seems to have seen the sunset of more than a thousand years in the distant mountains, and the high mountains of the green mountains, the white shadows are singing and dancing. After the dance disappeared, the champion sent people to look for it countless times, but he never found it again. ”

More than a dozen second ancestors listened attentively, and the little girl cried loudly.

Then Song Jiu began to sing, which was a real slang, a vernacular song, which was "White Fox". According to the singing method of later generations, Song Jiu did not go out of tune, and sang that hoarse and desolate taste. Before she finished singing, Pan Li'er walked out from behind the courtyard wall, and beat Song Jiu with her little pink fist while hanging tears: "You little bad guy, why don't you let the champion leave her behind." ”

This story, this song, even if it's a real slang song, is too lethal in this era.

Zhao Kuangyin shook his head, Song Jiu wanted to tell Pan Li'er on the other side of the courtyard wall, the voice was loud, and he vaguely heard it, almost inciting him to feel sentimental. The old eunuch beside him shed tears directly. However, he was not an ordinary person, and said to the old eunuch: "Father-in-law Liu, you go and call that kid, otherwise in the public, Pan Mei's daughter will lose her honor, and it will be a little unbeautiful." ”

"Whoa."

Zhao Kuangyi suddenly said: "Brother Huang, brother listening to this story, why do the two women seem to have the shadow of Little Lady Pan and that leader?" ”

"Yes, he is not dead yet, hinting that I will wait for you for a thousand years, but unfortunately Pan Mei's daughter didn't hear it. This muddy boy. However, Zhao Kuangyin will not interfere, Pan Meitong disagrees, it is the Pan family's business, it seems that he is marrying in the past, although he is wronged, but I believe that with this kid's cunning and talent, he will not live a hard life.

Gonggong Liu walked to the door of Pan's house, and there were several second ancestors who knew him, and said strangely: "Gonggong Liu, why are you here." ”

waited for Pan Li'er to finish crying, hoping that she would blackmail a good story again. Gonggong Liu whispered: "Everyone, come into the house, the official house is in the teahouse." ”

"Your Majesty?"

"Yes, Song Jiulang, good luck, the emperor wants to summon you over to accompany him to have tea and talk."

The emperor wanted to find Song Jiu to have tea and talk, Pan Li'er didn't want to beat Song Jiu again, but glared at Song Jiu hatefully: "You bad person!" "Can it not be bad, make her laugh for a while, make her cry for a while, and die.

Pan Weide looked at Song Jiu's "lustful" eyes worriedly, as well as the appearance of his little sister, and said to Song Jiu: "Jiulang, from now on you are our brother, don't forget, we will eat and drink at night, and besides, you can't fight my little sister's idea anymore." ”

PS: This one is more suspected of plagiarism, but this will be more important, and those who are dissatisfied with plagiarism will be forgiven.

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