In the second year of Jingkang, in April, Tokyo City.

During the Qingming season, it rains lightly.

Master Li, a famous prostitute, was holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking into a pile of weeds, and the words of Liu Yongzhi's tomb engraved on the tombstone were faintly visible.

Master Li took out a small jar of wine from the food box, some Qingtuan.

"Since Liu Lang went, the people who can understand the slave family are gone, the slave family is free to admire your talent, your words are often read, the teacher was not originally called Li Shishi, if it wasn't for the family in the middle of the road, he fell to this, because he envied the story of Liu Lang and Tianxian Lou Li Shishi, so he changed his name to Li Shishi, but unfortunately, the teacher has not seen Liu Lang's talented people."

Master Li sat on the grass, holding the pipa in his arms, playing and singing Liu Yong's words: "Leaning on the dangerous building and the wind is fine." Looking forward to the extreme spring sorrow, gloomy sky. In the afterglow of the grass-colored smoke, there is no one who will rely on his will. I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture. When it comes to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi. ”。

By the end of the song, she was already in tears.

"Little lady Li, it's not like this, if you send the official family back and see the lady like this, I think the old slave abused the lady." Before Zhao Ji left, he specially sent an old lady in the palace to serve Master Li. division

Master Li sighed before he said: "The official family will not come back, he will never come back, the Jin people are so fierce and rampant, not to mention that I am just a woman who has no power to restrain the chicken." Master Li said, coughing, and opened the handkerchief to see that it was. A puddle of blood.

Two years later, three years after Jianyan, spring, light rain, wind

Master Li was lying on the bed, motionless, with a book of Liu Yong's lyrics --- "Movement Collection" next to his pillow.

A generation of peerless talented women who have captivated the city and the country have lost their fragrance like this.

At this point, the hanging willow that has lasted for more than 100 years has disappeared.

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