Summer Banquet (4)

Gong Changjue didn't say much, and his face was as usual.

Everyone only secretly guessed that the palace chief had not heard it, and after a while, the atmosphere was no longer vigilant and embarrassed.

Tsing Yi sang on the stage,

"The path is dreaming of returning to people, the boudoir is deep and cold, like a misty flower, like a cloud leaking the moon, a little bit of romance is early-"

Xiao Dan stepped forward to support Tsing Yi and sang,

"I'm afraid to wait for the butterfly, tired of listening to the shrike with makeup, and returning to the red sleeves."

Humanity in the audience,

"No one dares to sing this "Peony Pavilion" in Chang'an, probably just here you can listen to it."

A woman sighed,

"Du Liniang is miserable, dead and alive, women in the world are affectionate, I am afraid there is no one like Du Liniang."

The boy next to him,

"I don't necessarily see it, there are so many miserable things in this play, even in the poems, there are many miserable ones."

The woman was not convinced, but said,

"For example?"

"For example, in this "Pipa Xing", the pipa girl is old and discolored, her husband does not return, and the past is prosperous."

The woman retorted,

"It's a tragedy, it's just that the past can't be traced. Compared with Du Liniang, who is a ghost and a person, and cannot tell anyone, it is really far behind, and the pipa girl, if you look for a few poems at will, you can find something more miserable than it. ”

Childe Dao,

"Then you name one and let everyone hear it."

The woman was silent for a moment, and said,

"The poor shirt is single, and I am worried about the cold."

"Such a poor and desperate person is much worse than your pipa girl who has no worries about food and clothing,"

Another boy next to him said,

"Isn't it just poor, this kind of poetry grabs a lot."

"The north wind blows my clothes and shoots my bread, and I don't worry about my clothes and the cold bread."

"How, you can find similar ones at will, one sells charcoal, one sells cakes, if you sell lotus seed soup in the summer, you should look forward to the hot weather, this kind of miserable road is really nothing new, and it is not very righteous, but it is just a personal hardship of food and clothing."

"Then you say, what righteousness?"

For example, Xin Jiaxuan's sentence, but he exchanged 10,000 words for the owner's tree planting book, wanting to serve the country, but he was never allowed to reuse or appreciate. With such righteousness, the artistic conception is broad. ”

The woman was not convinced, and asked Zuo Miaoqing,

"Sister Zuo, if you say something for me, I don't think what they said is so thrilling."

Zuo Yaoqing smiled,

"If it's the poignancy in the allusion, probably no one can say it more clearly than my cousin."

When everyone was talking about the palace family, the woman had never spoken, and she didn't limit herself to anything at the moment, saying,

"Sister Gong, do you have anything to say?"

The palace chief was originally looking at the stage and being distracted, listening to others calling him, and turning his head,

The steps are swaying, and the lining is colorful.

Everyone was weak-hearted, and they didn't look at Gong Changjue carefully, although they knew that Gong Changjue was extremely beautiful, they didn't dare to look at her directly at that time.

Now Gong Changjue turned his head slightly sideways and looked at everyone, and the momentary surprise was shocking.

The side face is delicate and cold, not smiling, and a little alienated, but a pair of beautiful and smart eyes are breathtaking.

A glimpse of it at the feast, and now, looking at it up close, is even more moving. The ornament is bright and bright, like a light spring mountain, and the autumn waves stand on the east wind.

Hearing this, the palace chief chuckled and said,

"But ask me?"

The woman who asked about Gong Changjue looked at Gong Changjue and suddenly turned red.

Before, I only thought that Miss Gong was beautiful and dusty, but now that she is in front of her, she is only an inch away, which makes people lose their minds. A pair of bright eyes seem to be able to see people's hearts, black and clear.

The woman is in a different way,

"Yes...... It's asking my sister. ”

After speaking, the woman muttered involuntarily,

"My sister is so good-looking."

Although Gong Changjue rarely appeared in front of people in his previous life, he was often praised for his beauty, but it was the first time he was praised so bluntly.

The palace chief smiled,

"If you talk about beauty, so is Miss Zhang."

The woman blushed. I saw that the sister of the palace family was indifferent and alienated before, but now it seems that she is also very kind.

Zuo Yaoqing looked back at the palace chief and said with a smile,

"I just said that I still have to wear that cloud brocade, and the sister of the Zhang family knows everything about you, so she doesn't care about me."

Gong Changjue smiled,

"You're the poorest of all."

Miss Zhang said,

"What do you think about the tragic mood in this poem?"

Gong Changjue looked at the stage, the green clothes on the stage were sickly, and Lao Dan cried,

"How to live in this life, it is a thin face, and the lonely and miserable people you see."

The worst thing is nothing more than a sentence, there is a wish that has not been fulfilled, and the body has fallen into a storm.

Du Liniang admired Liu Mengmei and did not see her until she died.

And her previous life is like a dream, she looks forward to the palace family has been prosperous, but the palace family is like a mansion collapse, a moment away, she admires a person, hoping to say a concubine to marry with a dignified manner, but her reputation is tarnished and she falls into the abyss.

But she couldn't say a word about that. Even if she is the only one in this world who has to suffer from these memories, she can only hide these secrets and go on.

The palace chief said,

"Farewell to husband and wife in Shimo Village, there are more tears than in the Hall of Eternal Life."

When everyone heard this, they all looked at the palace chief.

This poem is unheard of, and the meaning of it has not been understood by the people for a while.

The palace chief said,

"I'm shallow, and I can only talk about the misery of women."

And all the people pricked up their ears and heard,

The palace chief said,

"The word miserable, if for a woman, sending her husband out on the expedition is a catastrophe, I don't know if he can come back, I don't know, when he comes back, whether he is dead or alive, from then on, a woman has to bear the burden of a family, firewood, rice, oil and salt, children and concubines, in-laws and neighbors, others bullied, to fight back, some people scorned, to scold back, no one for her to bear more, no one pity her thin posture but to grit her teeth to carry everything, sometimes, this kind of loneliness and helplessness, no future to look forward to, all the time worrying about the pain, more than death."

Gong Changjue's tone was light,

"When I was young, I didn't understand why my mother always had sleepless nights and smiled less and less, because every time my father went on an expedition, it was a parting of life and death for her."

"Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like a person in a spring boudoir dream."

"Probably this kind of desperate mood of waiting is the despair of women."

After listening to this, everyone only felt worried.

Not only the women present, but even the men's faces were a little gloomy.

The palace chief said,

"Life should come back, death should be Sauvignon Blanc, these words are beautiful, but people who have not experienced it can't understand the despair, and they have to repeatedly accept the possibility of their husbands going out and never returning, and they fall into despair every time."

"When my father fought with the Huns in Sanjiu City, he almost died on the battlefield, and then his whereabouts are unknown, at that time, the news of the border pass came, my mother fainted on the spot, I only thought that my father was dead, if there was a chance, I don't want my father to go to the battlefield to fight for his life, I would rather the palace family have nothing, I would rather the palace family be silent, and I hope that the family can not experience such pain again."

Gong Changjue's tone was light, but it made people's hearts tremble when they heard it.

The palace chief said,

"Although the palace family lost everything, it is the lifelong wish of our family, the palace family stood too hard in that position, no one can understand, no one sympathizes, but they have paid the price of fifty-seven tablets, the seat is blood and tears, full of vegetarian, crying shocking, but these, but these are our norm, we have to suffer from cold eyes, the coffin shakes the spirit, the filial piety clothes are worn, and there is almost no chance to take them off. In the palace treasury, the most piled up is not the gold, silver and jewelry given by His Majesty, but the paper money to be scattered for burial. And the people we desperately protect are not grateful to us, but stick knives into our hearts, this kind of despair and misery, I think it is deep enough. ”

When everyone heard this, their faces turned pale, and they were still criticizing the palace family, but the palace family had indeed blessed them for a hundred years.

I thought that the palace chief had never heard it, and they just thought it hadn't happened.

Now that she thinks about it, the palace chief must be able to hear it clearly, and she should be so chilled to hear every word that slanders the palace family.

It's really damning for them to do that.

A man stumbled,

"Miss Gong... Sorry, we... The palace family should not be criticized. ”

Someone chimed in,

"We... The knowledge is indeed too shallow, please Miss Gong not to take it to heart. ”

Everyone felt guilty.

Gong Changjue lowered his eyes, curled the corners of his mouth, and smiled helplessly, which made people worry.

The palace chief said,

"I don't blame you, I've heard a lot of such remarks, I'm really used to it, but now the palace family has withdrawn from the court, but it is indeed a good thing, there is no need to part with death again, and fight for your life on the battlefield. What others think is bad is a blessing for us that we can't ask for. ”

When everyone listened, their guilt deepened.

They were born in a civil official family, and they couldn't understand this appeal, they only thought that this was a sin for the Gong family, but it was a blessing for the Gong family to live like an ordinary person.

They are obviously blessed by the palace family, but they are still slandering the palace family.

Whoever you put it on, I'm afraid it's cold.

The few people who had criticized the palace family before were busy apologizing, their faces were pale, and they were so guilty that they didn't even dare to look up at the palace chief.

Gong Changjue just had a faint look in his eyes and took it lightly.

Although they were forgiven, everyone did not feel less guilty.

Palace Changjue looked at the stage lightly, and the green clothes on the stage were in a dying state, about to die.

"There is a plum tree in this backyard, which my son loves, but I can bury it under the plum tree——"

The old student who pretended to be his parents cried.

Du Liniang was still thinking about Liu Mengmei before she died, and she wanted to be buried under the plum tree that she had dreamed of Liu Mengmei.

"I don't know what to do, I go deep,

The living can die, the dead can live—"

Du Liniang finally died and did not wait for Liu Mengmei.

But he died for Liu Mengmei, lovesickness can die for lovesickness, and affection can be borne by affection.

The palace chief suddenly flashed in front of his eyes The dark green mountain stream, the flying peach blossoms, the blood dyed red in white, and in the mountain stream, a person jumped.

Gong Changjue's face turned pale for a moment.

Zhengdan cried on the stage,

"I die for you, can you live for me?

If I die now, would you rather die? ”

A gust of wind blew, and Tsing Yi's eyes were blurred with tears on the stage.

Now when I die, you would rather die!

Gong Changjue couldn't hold the teacup in his hand, and smashed it down with a bang, splashing hot water and teacup fragments.

Zuo Miaoqing was the first to react and said busily,

"Sister!"

"Have you ever been hurt?"

Gong Changjue's voice couldn't stop trembling, and said,

"I... I'm fine. ”

If I die now, would you rather die?

Today I die, and you will die for me.

In the memory, a man hugged her in mid-air and said softly,

"Don't be afraid, I'll be with you."