"Of course. Tonight, Childe is really in the right place. The old bustard said with a smug face.

"Oh. Then please find a good seat for your mother! As she spoke, Ling Mengdie took out a piece of silver from her sleeve and put it in the bustard's hand.

"That's nature. Childe, please! The old bustard's eyes lit up and he accepted the silver, and even more attentively brought him to a table with a good view and sat down.

Soon after, a burst of music rang out. Then, dozens of beautiful women with graceful figures walked out from both sides of the stage. Then, the brocade dance began.

After reading half of it, Ling Mengdie took a sip of tea and yawned boredly. What the? It's not as good as modern hip-hop at all! It's boring!

The next show was either singing or dancing, which made her yawn again and again. Those who sang were either vulgar and deadly, or they were like dead parents; The dancing was nothing new.

After a long time, a woman dressed in a white gauze skirt and a scarf of the same color on her face stepped up the steps from the second floor to the stage. On the face covered with a scarf, a pair of watery eyes are full of charm.

"The little girl Xuefu has seen you." Zhao Xuefu said slightly. The voice like a yellow warbler made a group of men in the audience go crazy. A hint of pride flashed in her eyes, scanning the men. She met a pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and it came from a beautiful man in a blue-gray brocade robe. For some reason, she felt her heart beat so much faster. This is...... What does it feel like?

Ling Mengdie looked at the woman on the stage who claimed to be Xue Fu looking at her in a daze, and her appearance was different. I can't help but feel that it's starting to be interesting.

A guqin was placed in the stage, and then, Zhao Xuefu sat next to the piano. A song "Song of Long Hatred" overflowed from her lips.

The Han Emperor was heavy on the country, and Yuyu couldn't ask for it for many years. The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir.

It is difficult to give up the natural beauty, and once chose the king's side. Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color.

The spring cold bathes in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is slippery and creamy. The waiter helped up the delicate and weak, and it was the time of the new inheritance.

The cloud sideburns and flowers are shaking, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night. The spring night is bitter and short, and the day is high, and the king does not rise early from then on.

There is no leisure for the Chenghuan banquet, and the spring is a special night from the spring outing. **There are 3,000 beauties, and 3,000 are pampered in one.

The golden house is dressed up as a delicate night, and the jade building feasts are drunk and spring. Sisters and brothers are all in the land, and poor and glorious are born.

So he ordered the hearts of parents all over the world not to be born again male and female. The high place of the Li Palace enters the green clouds, and the fairy music wind is heard everywhere.

Slow singing and dancing silk bamboo, the king of the day is not enough. Yu Yang Mo came agitatedly, breaking the song of neon clothes and feathers.

……

After singing the word, for a long time, the people who came back to their senses applauded. Zhao Xuefu blessed, looked around at everyone, but unexpectedly found that the exquisite man looked thoughtful. Why, does 'he' think she can't sing well? Why not give her a round of applause? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little lost!

At this time, Ling Mengdie, who had been pondering, stood up. Slowly walked up to the stage and said in a deep voice. "Miss Chev sings well. It's just that...... Not complete enough! I don't know, are you interested in listening to the next "Song of Long Hatred"? ”

Actually, she thought it was a little strange! "Song of Long Hatred" was written in 806 A.D. (the first year of Yuan He), and the whole poem abstractly narrates the love between Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei. Why did this dynasty that did not exist in history know this poem? Could it be that someone who crossed over before her was the first to plagiarize this poem? It seems necessary to find an opportunity to ask this woman named Xuefu......