Chapter 42 Oiran Xiaomin

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Wowhaha, did you guess it?

Such a classic song, someone must have guessed it, right?

Unless you're a noob to crossing!

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In the late spring sun, five white-clothed young men stood or sat on the bow of an ordinary painting boat, and the sound of the piano came from the youngest Confucian student. Listening to such a piano sound, everyone only felt that Yu Canghai laughed, and how many mundane people were as far as their chests, and they were pleasantly romantic. It seems that only these clouds and mountains are left between heaven and earth......

Just when everyone was amazed by the sound of the piano, a singing voice with a slightly juvenile and immature feeling suddenly sounded: "

Canghai laughed

The tide on both sides of the strait

Ups and downs follow the waves

The sky laughs

The tide of the world

God knows who loses and who wins

Jiang Shan laughed

Smoke and rain are far away

How much do you know about the red world when the waves sweep away the red earth

Qingfeng laughs

It's lonely

There is still a night photo left of pride

Cangsheng laughed

No more loneliness

Pride is still smiling infatuately

Lalala......"

The simple string rhythm is extraordinary, catchy, but not simple. After listening to it twice, everyone could even hum along. Such a song came from the mouth of a young man, and he looked chic and complacent, as if there was nothing between heaven and earth that could bind him. Some of the wandering girls even threw their handkerchiefs at the teenagers across the boat. It's just that the river breeze doesn't understand the customs, so that the handkerchiefs fall into the river, which makes them very angry.

After singing the song, Wu Ling laughed wildly in his heart: "Wow hahaha, you must sing the classics when you cross over, since you have crossed over, how can I miss it?" Look, this song is really a kill in ancient and modern times! The golden song list in the previous life, now the whole river is muted, Master Huang, you are my idol!! Although Wu Ling's singing in the previous life was definitely a sonic attack, in this life, she has a good voice, and she still looks good when she sings. Otherwise, I'm afraid that this song will really be ruined by her!

"I don't know what to call Xiao Langjun in front, my little lady wants to invite Xiao Langjun to come over and talk about it." A painting boat leaned over, at first glance it was a painting boat of a green building, but the decoration was not as gorgeous as the general green building painting boat, but it gave people a sense of calmness, and seeing such a painting boat, it made people want to explore the feeling.

Liu Zaiyi glanced at the painting boat and was immediately stunned: "Isn't this the painting boat of Qin Ge Xiaomin in Bishui Dock?" ”

"Oh? This is the painting boat of Oiran Xiaomin, who is on the lips of the eldest brother every day?! Wu Ling glanced at the painting boat with interest, and sang the necessary songs for the crossing, and the Qinglou Oiran was also attracted to it, and now he really looks like a cross-edging person. Do you want to open a list of things to do for those who travel through the crossing? Next time, come to the list and see how many items you can do!

Thinking of this, Wu Ling ignored the embarrassed expression on Liu Zaiyi's face, and said loudly: "I don't know which little lady is on the boat?" ”

Seeing that Wu Ling seemed to want to get on the painting boat, Chen Ruxing's brows furrowed slightly: "Don't mess around!" ”

"Wu Ling, if you inquire about other people's names and don't go up, it will be the biggest insult to others!" Fan Zhixiang also reminded Wu Ling softly on the side.

Now Chen Ruxing and Fan Zhixiang have a headache, Wu Ling doesn't know the situation? A scholar dressed as a man actually wants to go to the Qinglou Painting Boat to meet the Oiran?!

"My little lady is the Oiran of Bishuiwu, because the qin song is unique, so people call the qin song Xiaomin! I wonder if Xiao Langjun can move to the painting boat for a visit? The servant replied respectfully, as if he had been commanded by his master.

Wu Ling glanced back at everyone, Chen Ruxing and Fan Zhixiang said in their hearts: "It's not good! ”

Sure enough, Wu Ling smiled and said, "Can I bring my friends with me?" ”

"Of course!" Seeing that Wu Ling accepted it, the man also breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately ordered someone to drive the painting boat over and put the pedals: "A few Xiaolangjun, please!" ”

Wu Ling smiled and gave Liu Zaiyi an elbow: "Let you see the Oiran you miss every day, how can you thank me when you turn around?" ”

Liu Zaiyi now can't wait to use something to plug Wu Ling's mouth: "How can I have the heart to miss the Oiran?" Wu Ling, don't talk nonsense, you kid! ”

Wu Ling jumped on the pedal with a smile and no longer fought with Liu Zaiyi. It's just that she doesn't fight, but it makes Liu Zaiyi even more anxious: "Wu Ling, I ......"

"Okay, she's kidding you, didn't you notice?" Li Chengxun really couldn't stand it, so he had to grab Liu Zaiyi, just like him, how could he still have half the appearance of a fire jade son? What a shame!

Coming to the ship, under the guidance of the servant, everyone came to the cabin, surrounded by white curtains, which made the whole cabin look elegant and comfortable. A pleasant voice came from one place: "The distinguished guest came, Xiao Min did not greet him, please forgive me!" ”

Looking at the voice, a very beautiful woman in her double nine-year-old age was standing in front of a bamboo curtain, with the soft gauze curtain, she looked like an official lady, without the slightest feeling of wind and dust. Taking a closer look, Wu Ling finally understood why the woman in front of him was rated as an Oiran: ruddy lips, delicate posture, plus expensive but not arrogant jewelry, it seems to be worn by a woman from a good family, but the petticoat is slit from both sides, and between walking, the pair of jade legs will loom under the silk skirt, such a woman, seemingly enchanting but dignified, seemingly amorous, but indifferent. No matter what kind of man wants to conquer her, right?

has long been accustomed to other people's gaze, Xiao Min is not too disgusted by Wu Ling's gaze: "The best song music in the life of the slave family, I was overjoyed when I heard Xiao Langjun's qin song just now, so I dared to offend and asked Xiao Langjun to come over and talk about it." ”

Oiran had already seen it, and Wu Ling had no other interest: "I may want to disappoint you, this qin song was made by a senior, and he has now done it." ”

A look of disappointment floated on Xiao Min's smooth face: "Really? That is the unblessed slave family! ”

Facing this Oiran, Wu Ling was always a little reluctant in her heart for some reason, and after thinking about it, she said: "This song is not only a piano song, if it is played with a flute ensemble, it will be better." And, it's going to be a different story! If the little lady doesn't dislike it, I can copy the score to the little lady. ”

"Really?" It was really an unexpected surprise, and a trace of joy appeared on Xiao Min's face: "If you get Xiao Langjun's gift, Xiao Sensitivity's excitement is endless!" ”

After looking at the cabin, Wu Ling walked to the desk, took off the pen hanging on the pen stand, and quickly wrote the score on the paper: "It's a pity that different people will have different feelings when playing this song." Whether it is the teacher who taught me the song or me, I only got the skin of this score, and I can't reproduce the essence of this music at all, I just hope that the little lady can play the real "A Laugh in the Sea" in the future. ”

As soon as Wu Ling said this, everyone in the cabin was stunned: "Are you still just a fur like this?" So what will the real tune sound like? ”

After recalling Jin Yong's novel, Wu Ling said: "According to my teacher, he was originally hearing the two of them playing a tune, and the sound of the piano sounded very elegant at first, but after a while, it slowed down, and a few soft flute sounds were sandwiched into the rhyme of the piano. The sound of the lyre is peaceful and upright, and it is even more moving with a quiet hole flute. The sound of the piano flute seems to be asking and answering, and at the same time gradually moving closer. Then the sound of the piano gradually became high-pitched, but the sound of the flute slowly went down, and the sound of the flute was low and continuous, like a gossamer fluttering in the wind but continuously, which increased the meaning of reverberating to the intestines......"

Speaking of this, Wu Ling paused slightly, causing Xiao Min to ask, "And then?" ”

Wu Ling smiled slightly: "Then there was a sudden sound of clanging in the yaoqin, as if there was a killing intention, but the sound of the flute was still gentle and tactful, and after a while, the sound of the qin turned soft, and the two notes were high and low...... The sound of the qin rhyme and flute changes sharply, as if there are seven or eight yaoqin, and seven or eight dong flutes are playing music at the same time. Although the sound of the piano flute is extremely complex and varied, each sound struggles and frustrates, which is pleasant to the ear. Let the blood of those who hear it run high. After that, the sound of the qin and flute changed again, the sound of the flute changed to the main key, and the yaoqin became an accompaniment. It makes people's hearts sour, and finally the piano flute returns to calm. Listening to this piece is like reading all your life, so it is not necessary to have this score to play the ultimate tune. At least now I can't! Well, after saying this, Wu Ling began to admire his memory, and he was able to recite all of Jin Lao's descriptions of "A Laugh in the Sea", but I don't know if this era needs royalties.

After Xiao Min listened to Wu Ling's words, he suddenly got up and saluted Wu Ling Yingying: "The slave family is here to thank Gongzi for his teaching, I don't know if Gongzi can give him a name." ”

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This chapter appears as a book friend, Qin Song Xiaomin