"Poor Dao first ask Miss Qing'er a few questions?" Mu Heng left the table, walked to the stage, and looked at Liu Qing'er.

"Childe, excuse me."

"Dare to ask the girl, what is the sentiment of this "Nagato Resentment", and what does it mean?" Mu Heng asked again.

"Such a simple question, where does Miss Qing'er need to answer, I'll tell you." Fu Chengping seized the opportunity to perform, and without waiting for others to react, he interjected.

According to legend, this "Nagato Resentment" was written by a beautiful woman in ancient times, and this woman originally flew with her husband Jun Qinse and Ming. Later, her husband got married and abandoned her, so he wrote this "Nagato Resentment", which poured out the sorrow of the woman's abandonment. ”

When Mu Heng heard this, he also breathed a sigh in his heart, the "Changmen Resentment" he knew was not this story, but since there is this song here, the background of the story is almost the same, music has no borders, and there is no boundary between the earth and the cultivation world. It's good to take a detour, otherwise the story wouldn't have been made up.

"Fu Gongzi is really well-read and strong." Liu Qing'er caught the traces and praised Fu Chengping seemed to be greatly encouraged, and looked at Mu Heng provocatively, meaning please continue, I have to pretend.

Ignoring Fu Chengping's provocation, Mu Heng then looked at Liu Qing'er again, and then asked, "Then you're asking the girl, is there anyone you like?" Have you ever been married? Have you ever tasted the pleasure of a couple's boudoir? ”

"The shaft is rude." Before Liu Qing'er could speak, Fu Chengping shouted: "How dare you be a beautiful woman, Qing'er girl Bing Qingyu Jie, in the boudoir, how can it be as unbearable as you say." ”

Liu Qing'er was embarrassed by Mu Heng's shyness, her red face seemed to be protesting against Mu Heng's words, her delicate eyes were filled with tears, and she gently supported her chest, and her voice was like a mosquito fly: "Never." ”

"In this case, can the girl understand the joy of husband and wife raising their eyebrows, and the sorrow of being liked by her husband and hated by the old?"

"Qing'er. . . Qing'er. I don't understand. Liu Qing'er also knew that she had fallen into Mu Heng's trap at this time, but she was just her own yellow flower girl, how could she be embarrassed to say that she knew this, she couldn't pretend to understand, so she could only jump in.

"The world says that the sound of the piano is the expression of the heart, since the girl does not understand the meaning of this song, may I ask what the girl is playing, and what is the meaning of the confession?" Mu Heng couldn't help but raise his voice, his eyes glanced at everyone present, and his sharp eyes seemed to announce that you hypocrites don't understand the piano.

Mu Heng was speechless, and some people were unwilling and asked: "Then how do you say how to play this piano, you will come." ”

"I'll be a fart, I'll just be." I thought so, but I said, "I'll tell you a story." ”

Once upon a time, there was a daughter of a wealthy merchant, talented, but was promised early to the king's grandson, but unfortunately this grandson was a short-lived ghost, died early, this woman has been in the boudoir, writing "If you win a person's heart, the white head is not separated" leisurely poems, it can be seen that she is talented. Mu Heng used the story of Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru to adapt it slightly.

"If you win the hearts of one person, the white head will not be separated." Liu Qing'er repeated this poem gently, and her eyes showed admiration for this woman, not only a poet, but also a sincere yearning for love: "What happened later? ”

Later, at a banquet, I met a man who was also full of wealth, and both of them were fascinated by each other's talents, so the man played a song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" to express his admiration. However, the rich merchant felt that the man's family was isolated and feared that his daughter would suffer with him, so he strongly opposed them being together. ”

"And later?" Liu Qing'er was moved by this woman's talent and was eager to know the later story.

Later, the woman gave up everything and eloped with the man when the snow was falling. The woman sold her jewelry, joined hands with the man to share the joys and sorrows, and lived a poor life, but she was also loving and sweet. ”

Everyone was immersed in Mu Heng's story, and everyone looked at Mu Heng with the words "later" written in their eyes.

Mu Heng looked around at everyone, and then said: "The rich businessman couldn't bear his daughter's suffering, so he accepted this crappy son-in-law, not only gave them the husband and wife property, but also recommended the man to be an official. The man does have his talent, and soon the wind and water will rise, and after the officialdom is proud, he will leave the past kindness of the two behind and give birth to the intention of taking a concubine. ”

"How can this man be so ruthless?" Liu Qing'er seemed to be able to feel the disappointment and grievance of the woman after knowing her husband's intention to take a concubine, and complained.

"The man wrote a letter to the woman, and it read: 123456789000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, million, million? What does this letter mean? When they heard this, they were puzzled by the meaning of the letter, and were bewildered.

"Miss Qing'er, do you understand?" Mu Heng saw that everyone was puzzled, and looked at Liu Qing'er alone.

"Qing'er is not talented, this letter is missing 100 million words." Liu Qing'er saw that Mu Heng threw the question to herself, she must have wanted to get back to the field, but she didn't let him get her way, and after thinking about it for a while, she replied proudly after understanding the meaning. The coquettish eyes seemed to say: Let you look down on me, hum.

"100 million words missing? What does this mean? When everyone heard Liu Qing'er's answer, they still couldn't understand the meaning, and their heads couldn't keep up with the reaction.

"Sure enough, it's a bunch of straw bales." Mu Heng deliberately glanced at everyone again, like a slap in the face of everyone, without thinking too much, he looked back at Liu Qing'er.

Seeing that Mu Heng pretended not to answer, Liu Qing'er explained: "The lack of 100 million is the meaning of missing memories." ”

"Oh, I see." To this extent, it would be a fool not to understand again. stared at Mu Heng with resentful eyes: I suspect that you did it on purpose, tell the story and tell the story, and do all these gimmicks.

"Miss Qing'er is really smart." He is not smart, but he seized the opportunity to exaggerate Liu Qing'er, and he can be regarded as earning a face.

Ignoring the flattery of these people, Mu Heng continued: "Yes, only the memories are missing. The woman read the letter and was heartbroken, so she wrote a poem "Resentful Langjun". ”

"After a farewell, the two places hang in the balance.

It's only March and April, and who knows five or six years.

The lyre is played without intention, the eight-line book is not transmitted, the nine-song chain is broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion wants to wear it.

Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, all kinds of helplessness to resent.

I can't finish a thousand words, and I am bored and rely on the column.

Chongjiu ascends to see the lonely goose, and the moon is full in mid-autumn in August.

In the middle of July, I burned incense with candles and asked the sky.

In June, everyone shook my fan, and I was cold.

In May, the pomegranate is like a fiery red, and it is watered by gusts of cold rain.

In April, the loquat is not yellow, and I want to be upset in the mirror.

In a hurry, the peach blossoms in March turn with the water; Drifting, the kite string broke in February.

Oh, Lang Ya Lang, I can't wait for the next life, you are a woman and I am a man. ”

Speaking of this, Mu Heng was inevitably sad in his heart, and it was difficult to think about the despair in Zhuo Wenjun's heart at that time, and he was betrayed miserably when he did everything.

Liu Qing'er in front of her was already pear blossoms and rain at the moment, with tender tears falling from the corners of her eyes, touching Mu Heng's slightly sad gaze, and turning her head shyly.

Other people around me were also infected by this song "Resentful Langjun", and they didn't know what to say for a while.

In the end, Liu Qing'er picked up her good mood, and looked at Mu Heng with moist eyes: "Qing'er understands what the resentment in the boudoir is, although she has not experienced it personally, she empathizes with her son's story, Qing'er thanks her son's teachings." ”

"Then I will ask Miss Qing'er to play another song." Mu Heng arched his hand.

"Dare to disobey." After saying that, he moved his steps lightly, sat down at the back of the piano again, and his weak fingers touched the strings, and the beautiful sound of the piano came slowly.

The song is still the same song, but this time the sound of the piano seems to touch the softest place of the human heart, and each note is incomparably deeply infectious, sometimes cheerful and sometimes sad.

Music can indeed express the state of mind, Mu Heng was also deeply affected by this meeting, I have to say that Liu Qing'er's piano skills are indeed at the peak, coupled with the improvement of the state of mind, it is indeed a step forward.

After the song was over, the tidal wave of applause lasted for a long time, and no one cared whether the fierce applause destroyed the poignant sound of the piano, and some were just convinced by Liu Qing'er's stunts.

Liu Qing'er removed her fingers from the strings, lowered her head and commanded the maid next to her, and then said no more. The maid got the order, stepped forward, and said, "The girl is tired today, and this incense tasting will be held again next month, and I will sue you sons here." ”

The men in the audience immediately exchanged their heads, and Fu Chengping, who was the leader, said respectfully: "Since this is the case, Miss Qing'er will rest early, and I will come back next time to ask to see the girl." ”

"Thank you for your understanding." The maid owed a debt and thanked everyone, and as soon as her voice changed, she looked at Mu Heng: "Mu Gongzi, my young lady invites you to the backyard to talk about it." ”

The people who were just about to leave paused when they heard this, and the atmosphere suddenly exploded: "How can this be so, how can this fake Taoist priest He De get into the eyes of Miss Qing'er?" ”

"Little sister, what do you mean, isn't Miss Qing'er tired, why do you want to ignore me, but you want to make an appointment with this fake Taoist priest alone?" The angry expression of the obscene young man at this moment was written all over his face, and he didn't dare to send it at Liu Qing'er, and looked at Mu Heng viciously.

"That's it, Miss Qing'er, is she looking down on us?"

The dissatisfied voices in the audience came and went, and the little maid also felt as if she had committed public anger, which was terrible to offend so many people.

Seeing this, Liu Qing'er didn't have the slightest fear, and looked at Mu Heng with a smile.

"This is to pull hatred for me, I have to teach you a lesson." Mu Heng greeted Liu Qing'er in his heart, and in a blink of an eye, he had an idea, he hadn't made any money yet, and his face hadn't been beaten enough.

"Everyone, everyone, listen to me." Mu Heng raised his hands, waved at everyone, and shouted loudly.

Mu Heng quickly attracted all the attention, and when everyone was quiet, he said leisurely: "Everyone came here today, if you return in disappointment, it is really not beautiful." ”

"Isn't it, a good Oiran Tasting Fragrance Meeting, you made a miasma, and you are angry." The young man, who couldn't remember his name, complained.

Mu Heng happily glanced at this person: I'm afraid that if I don't agree, otherwise the play won't be able to continue.

Then Mu Heng looked at Liu Qing'er and said, "I don't know what the girl originally prepared for this incense tasting meeting?" ”

Everyone listened to Mu Heng talk about the topic of the fragrance tasting meeting, and they were happy in their hearts, happy that Mu Heng was still acquainted, and happy that he still had the opportunity to become Liu Qing'er's guest of the scene, as long as the poem was done well.

The maid turned around and glanced at Liu Qing'er, nodded her head, and said, "Originally, the topic that Miss prepared was the Qiqiao Festival, the Qixi Festival. ”