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When one person after another gradually wakes up from the state of intoxication. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Out of the gazebo on the left hand side of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince came a slender figure and a scribe's robe.

Stretching out a finger, he picked a green skin drum from among the flowers. Since someone stepped forward and put this drum in the middle with both hands, this person faced the Hua family and several other family heads, and said: "Xiaosheng Qiao Chuyang, play the drum and make a song 'Qingyangtian' to throw bricks and attract jade." ”

"Ah, he is Qiao Chuyang, I heard that the four generations of drums have been practiced. Sister Su, do you know him?" asked a woman who was slightly younger than Su Youyue in a soft voice.

"I've heard of it. Su Youyue said a little absent-mindedly.

It seems that this Qiao Chuyang is really not that nameless person, not only the daughter of the family, but also the rest of the pavilions are talking about this person.

After Hua Chengwu nodded, Qiao Chuyang turned around and picked up the small drumsticks on both sides of the green leather drum, made a starting gesture, and hammered down the first note.

"Knock~~~" just knocked out the feeling of repetition.

Otherwise, the connoisseur will know if there is one as soon as he makes a move, and the ups and downs of the next drum all grasp the heartstrings of everyone present, clasp it tightly, and repeatedly make a heart tremble.

Different from the sound of the wild wilderness that a dozen or so people worked together to beat before, this person's drum sound is a little festive, a little joyful, maybe it is 'Qingyangtian' This song should be like this.

Drop your hand, point the noodles, the last afterword, put the hammer on both sides, turn around and walk back to the pavilion after bowing to the master of the Hua family again.

Naturally, it attracted a lot of attention.

"Alas, what do you think of this Qiao Gongzi. A woman spoke up.

When several women get together, they naturally chatter and talk about who they like.

Another woman asked teasingly: "Why can't my sister move her mind, if you do, my sister won't stop you." ”

Perhaps it was revealed that her mind was exposed, and the girl said a little embarrassedly: "What did you think, I mean how Qiao Gongzi's drum played, sister, where did you think of it." ”

The girls were still laughing and playing, but they also found that Miss Su seemed to be a little absent-minded today.

Since arriving on this mountain, Su Youyue's dexterous eyes have not left the red robe, and the figure of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince on the waterway has been deeply imprinted in Su Youyue's heart since that day.

It wasn't until later that I learned that this person was actually the crown prince of the dynasty and the future saint, that I cut off the flower bone that bloomed a little bit in my heart, but I saw His Royal Highness the prince again on the top of this mountain, and it seemed that the flower bone showed signs of blooming again. At such an age, my heart is like a mess, and it is most difficult to sort out the emotions in my heart.

Although Qiao Chuyang's drum played well, it didn't make the rest of the people even have the courage to step forward and beat it.

Next, one after another, talented people or family members stepped forward to show their skills, and the owl fish skin drum, the red oil emulsion paint drum, and the ghost-faced beast tooth drum were placed in the middle one after another.

The sound of drums is like thunder, or like green mountains, bright moons, and scorching suns and winds. Let His Royal Highness the Crown Prince really understand what is the drum of Gusu City and what is the Flower Drum Club.

Horizontal or vertical, the seven different drums represent different drum songs, and after the drummer leaves, there seems to be a murmur like water, and the seven drums are intertwined with each other, and finally converge into a rumbling sound.

In front of such a scene, Yuan Kong secretly thought to himself that if Sister Wancui had not played the piano but taught herself to play the drum, she must have been willing.

However, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince couldn't imagine what it would be like for Sister Wancui, who looked a little weak, to pick up the drumstick that was thicker than her arm and beat the drum.

Wang Yichen has been looking for the red-robed young man since he came in with Chen Muchen, and he was naturally shocked by the sound of the drum at this time, but he still said as usual: "It's just vulgar pleasure that doesn't enter the stream." This Gusu literati is like this, either they like swords, or they do this vulgar sound, and they are barbaric. ”

Fortunately, there were not many people nearby, and a person like him who was incompatible with the rest of the people had no one else around him except the son of the Chen family. The crowd was still immersed in the sound of the drums, and they didn't pay attention to what he said.

After waiting for a while, seeing that no one wanted to step forward to beat the drum, the head of the Hua family stood up again and commented on the drum music played by the few people just now.

Hua Chengwu was also a famous drummer when he was young, and the drumming was also turbulent. The words he said were also in the key points, and he was divided into three points. emphasized that he admired the song 'Qingyangtian' very much, and no one was unconvinced.

Whether in terms of Qiao Chuyang's drumming skills or the meaning of the song, this song 'Qingyangtian' developed by the four generations of the Qiao family is the best choice.

Immediately afterwards, Hua Chengwu proposed a poem title, and asked the rest of the people to compose poems with the title of the drum just now, or the flowers in the mountains.

As soon as Hua Chengwu's words fell, the person who had been preparing for a long time stood up. Every year, the flower drum will be based on these two things as the theme is not a new thing, there will be inevitable, want to be a blockbuster in this flower drum meeting, most of the early start to write poems, and then use the extra time to repeatedly scrutinize the words, and strive for perfection.

Of course, there are also families who like to buy some poems that have been made by talented people for a long time to make a name for themselves at the Flower Drum Club, and a few years ago there was a family son who did this, but it is a little ridiculous that this unlearned and unskilled family did not know that the poems he bought were good poems that had been written a few years ago.

The self-respecting son of the family has not appeared at this flower drum meeting since then.

At this time, when the person stood up and finished a poem, it was just Erer, all the rhymes and rhythms were in line with each other, but there was always something missing, and he couldn't find the bright spots, nor could he find the fault.

It's normal to think about it, the article is natural, it's not that you can get a good sentence a few months in advance, if you have that talent, you can write it on the spot, so what's the fear.

As soon as this person recited the poem, he was still a little complacent waiting for the praise of others, and when he looked around, he found that no one catered to him, and he knew that the poem he had written for a month was serious and too bland. The onlooker should always see clearly.

The poems written by several people in succession are not satisfactory, or half of the sentences can be chanted to slightly meet the heart, but they can't stand chewing again.

Hua Chengwu, who was sitting on it, frowned, thinking that he had said that this flower drum meeting would be more than a few years ago.

"Brother Hua, it seems that your Hua family's flower drum will not be satisfactory this year. The person who spoke was dressed in brocade with robe sleeves and a round face, he was the younger brother of the head of the Su family, and the Hua family had taken the place of the Su family this year, so he naturally had to say a few words when he seized the opportunity.

Hearing the words of the younger brother of the Su family, Hua Chengwu stretched his brows, turned his head and said with a smile: "Words are too early. ”

"The words of the dog and the cat are like the words of a child, it is better to listen to me. ”