Although she already knew that Mu Qianmei was a daughter, her appearance of being a woman dressed as a man always lingered in the heart of the quiet girl.

That was the first time she experienced the feeling of heartbeat, but she didn't expect it to be a beautiful misunderstanding, in the blink of an eye, the handsome son became Princess Yunyu, and he was infatuated with water, how could he not make people break their hearts and intestines, and they wanted to talk.

With mixed feelings, the quiet girl began to dance to the sound of the piano.

Once she enters the state of performance, she no longer feels shy and nervous, as if she has reached the realm of forgetting things and self all the time, and her movements dance arbitrarily with the rhythm of the piano, light and smart, and completely integrated with the music.

When the prelude was finished, the girl began to sing

"The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn, lightly relieve Luo Shang, and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building.

Flowers float and water flow freely, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart. ”

The singing is beautiful, but with a deep sadness and sorrow, in the song, the sleeves flutter lightly in the air with her soft arms, the body is soft, the steps are light, the expression is sad, the eyes are sad, even the people watching can't help but become sad.

Especially the lyrics, sung by her mouth, are even more far-reaching and hit people's hearts.

Who's life doesn't have a few regrets that can never be made up, and whose growth path doesn't have a few sad and unrelenting sad pasts?

The lotus has been left, the incense has disappeared, and the bamboo mat is as cold and slippery as jade, revealing a deep cool autumn.

Gently take off the tulle skirt and pan a leaf orchid boat alone. Looking up at the sky, who will send the brocade book to the white clouds?

It is the time when the geese line up into the word "people" and return to the south. The moonlight soaked people, sprinkled all over the pavilion on the west side.

Flowers, drifting by themselves, water, drifting by themselves.

A kind of parting lovesickness affects the sorrow of two places.

Ah, what can't be ruled out is this lovesickness, this sorrow, just disappeared from the slightly frowning eyebrows, and faintly entangled in the heart.

This kind of lovesickness, this kind of sorrow, deeply touched the people present, everyone's heart, there will be an inseparable concern, who has not been in the dead of night, will be lovesick, tossing and turning?

Even Saren and Mo Chou, who have always been lively and cheerful, unconsciously dyed a faint layer of sadness on their faces.

At the end of the song, everyone applauded warmly, but there was no happy expression on their faces, some were moved and sad, and even there were tears in their eyes.

After the quiet girl bowed and thanked everyone, she couldn't help but glance at Mu Qianmei again, coincidentally, at this moment, Mu Qianmei just turned her head to look at Liu Tingfeng, and there was a loss in her heart, but she was also a little careful in a flash, and no one could see it.

In this way, in the applause of everyone, she slowly retreated to her place at the table and continued to sit quietly.

Everyone's mood was unconsciously a little low, but Saren broke the silence first, and she said loudly:

"Come on, come on, all raise their glasses, have a drink first, and then let's continue!"

Everyone raised their glasses, and after drinking, Saren continued:

"Sister, sister, come to a cheerful song, let everyone be happy!"

Mu Qianmei had just finished drinking, and was putting a chopstick dish in her mouth, when she heard her sister's words, she saw everyone looking

Herself, she thought while eating, until she swallowed the dish in her mouth and drank a small sip of water, then she smiled and said:

"If you want to talk about cheerfulness, it's more appropriate for my sister and Mo Chou to come to Chang!"

Saren immediately said:

"I've already performed it, and I won't continue singing until you're all done!"

Mo Chou also hurriedly spoke:

"I like to hear you sing, but I can't sing myself, don't count me!"

Mu Qianmei thought for a while and said:

"Then, let me and Tingfeng perform a show for everyone! Well, it's still Jiu Niang who accompanies us. ”

Saren said excitedly:

"You perform together, isn't it "Smiling Proud Jianghu Song"? I love this song! ”

Liu Tingfeng also looked at Mu Qianmei curiously, they cooperated, and it seemed that there was only such a song, so there was some confusion in their eyes, because they had already performed twice, did they still want to perform this? He always felt that in the current atmosphere, he didn't seem to be in such an interest.

At this time, Mu Qianmei said with a smile:

"Now that everyone is drinking, let's sing a song for everyone!"

Saren said suspiciously:

"Something to do with drinking? Is there another tune like this? ”

Everyone is also quite puzzled, because they have never heard of it, and there is no such poem in the "Lingyin Poetry Collection".

In fact, Mu Qianmei doesn't remember where the Yellow River is written at the beginning of this poem, and she doesn't know who Li Bai is, who is Master Cen and Dan Qiusheng in the poem, and she doesn't know, because she doesn't remember the world in her previous life, but this poem is very clear in her brain, and she herself likes it very much, she feels very heroic, very atmospheric, very magnificent, although there are some negative emotions of being happy in time, but at the same time, she also has optimistic and open-minded feelings.

She said to Zhuang Shujun:

"Brother Zhuang, borrow your pen and ink."

Zhuang Shujun immediately gave an order, and Xin'er and Ling'er sent pen, ink, paper, and inkstone over again.

Mu Qianmei wrote the whole poem first, in order to write quickly and easily recognizable, she used a calligraphy, and when she wrote it from left to right, she wrote horizontally from left to right, although everyone felt novel, but they didn't feel much surprised, after all, Mu Qianmei created too many miracles, which is nothing.

When a poem was written, everyone was amazed, not only the poem was very good, but her handwriting was also very good, and even Zhuang Shujun sighed and said:

"Hey, I'm embarrassed to give away Fluttershy's words!"

Du Jiuniang immediately said loudly:

"Zhuang Gongzi won't regret it again!"

Zhuang Shujun immediately replied:

"No, no, I just said it, how could I go back? Just reading Fluttershy's words, I feel like I still have a long way to go! ”

Du Jiuniang immediately said with a smile:

"From now on, you'll be able to write at least one word a day, and you'll be able to catch up with Princess Fluttershy sooner or later."

While they were talking, Mu Qianmei had already written the score on the top of the words.

After writing, she quickly recorded the poems and musical scores, one for Liu Tingfeng and one for Du Jiuniang, so that they could get familiar with it for a while.

At this time, it was already dark outside the house, and the house was already lit

The red lanterns, the interior of the house under the lights, seem to add a bit of warmth.

In the eyes of everyone's great expectation, Mu Qianmei, Liu Tingfeng and Du Jiuniang were finally ready, the three of them walked to the location of the guqin, Du Jiuniang stroked the qin, Liu Tingfeng held a horizontal flute, Mu Qianmei took the pipa sent by the maid, and the three of them sat down.

The first action is Liu Tingfeng, he slowly put the flute to his lips, and began to play after a while, the melodious flute sounded, the rhythm was soothing and beautiful, fascinating, and then the sound of the pipa sounded, like the sound of rain in the breeze, became a picture of wind and rain.

Suddenly, the sound of the guqin also sounded suddenly, like a thunder in the sky, bringing the sound of wind and rain into a kind of thunder and lightning storm.

The sounds of the three instruments are intertwined and combined into an exciting symphony that makes people's blood boil and full of pride.

At this moment, Mu Qianmei and Du Jiuniang's voices sounded at the same time, singing in unison

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. ”

The voices of the two people together are particularly loud, and with the cooperation of the three musical instruments, it adds a bit of heroism, and sings this song heartily.

The flute sound of the willow pavilion wind has hardly stopped, that is, when there is an occasional pause in the middle, it will take the opportunity to change the air, the flute sound is not agitated enough, but it can increase the momentum of the pipa sound and the guqin sound, which is more bold and infectious, so that everyone present, everyone can't help but boil their blood.

The melody is passionate, the lyrics are heroic, and they echo each other, perfectly presenting the grandeur of the whole song.

The whole song has big ups and downs, one will be low, one will be high, the feelings will be flickering, open and close, from sadness to music, to wildness, to anger, and then to wildness, and finally to the "eternal sorrow", responding to the beginning of the article, such as the river rushing, there is momentum, there are twists and turns, vertical and horizontal, and the strength can carry the tripod.

After the singing ended, the sound of the musical instruments also stopped one after another, and the room suddenly changed from noisy to quiet, and everyone did not come back to their senses, and they were still immersed in the stormy music just now.

After a while, Zhuang Shujun came back to his senses first, he slapped his palms slowly and hard three times, and everyone woke up together, so the applause was thunderous, and everyone couldn't help but applaud this song!

It was Saren who was the most excited, and she said loudly:

"Come on, come on, will pour in the wine, don't stop the glass...... Let's drink a cup and sell eternal sorrow with you! ”

Speaking with great excitement and excitement, everyone's passion was also mobilized, so they raised their glasses together and said together:

"Sell eternal sorrow with you!"

After finishing speaking, they raised their glasses together and drank the wine in the glass with pride.