After a little tidying, the stage ushered in a second program, the same older girl came to the stage to report the scene, a tall and beautiful girl walked to the middle of the stage with a richly decorated pipa in her arms, and the girls behind her also hugged musical instruments to accompaniment.

The magnetic singing and the tactful and poignant pipa sound instantly filled the hall, such as the music of the beams one after another, "the window of Yaochi Mother Qi opened, and the song of Huangzhu moved to mourn", the music was full of affection and sweetness for lovesick people, and they could not ask for it but would never give up. For a while, I felt that the world was dark, as if they were full of deep sorrow and parting.

The song is called "Pu Wei", which is divided into four chapters, and the longing for lovers is brewed in the acquaintance of the first chapter, culminating in the parting of the second chapter, and the longing for return in the third chapter, but the reunion in the fourth chapter. The tune turns sharply, as if the world has changed, the original bleak and lifeless, the birds and flowers are full of vitality. After singing the song, only when the pipa sound ended, everyone threw the colorful flowers in their hands on the stage like waking up from a dream.

Shen Yue was extremely amazed by the skills of these two programs, which completely subverted his previous perception of singing and dancing. This is not a bouncing that lasted for two and a half years of practice in a previous life, this is a truly fascinating existence. He really wanted to take out his flute and run to the stage to play a song with the oiran.

Seeing that everyone threw the remaining colorful flowers in their hands on the stage, Shen Yue was no exception, he happily threw out the remaining colorful flowers in his hand, and also ordered the girl who was serving diligently next to him to buy another five hundred taels of colorful flowers, and just raise them directly.

The girl quickly suggested: "Can the son know poetry and songs?" If you are good at this, four hundred taels is enough. Now there is a rule for the Oiran Moon on the stage, after she sings, as long as there are more than 400 taels of guests, she can write a poem by hand, and she will read it out on the spot, and the best poems can spend the Spring Festival with her. ”

Hahahaha, Shen Yue couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, didn't this hit the muzzle of the gun! I am possessed by the sages in the poems! He didn't withdraw the extra money, but only motioned for the girl to hurry up. The girl lived up to her expectations and bought flowers and sprinkled flowers in one go.

At this time, the sound of the pipa strings ended, and although some of the guests had already gone to spend the spring evening with the dancing girls, and the remaining number was only two-thirds, the cheers were not weak at all, and a few guests dressed as scribes even burst into tears, wondering if they thought of their own past.

When the cheers gradually stopped, the people performing on the stage saluted under the leadership of Oiran Yueru, and everyone was in a commotion again. At this time, the simultaneous statistics of colored flowers also had results, except for a few iron roosters that I saw at the beginning, everyone really sprinkled the colorful flowers cleanly. A total of nine people, including Shen Yue, reached the standard of four hundred taels.

The guys skillfully put paper, ink, pen and inkstone in front of these people, and Yueru said softly: "Thank you for favoring the slave family so much, and please leave the ink treasure according to the rules to show your poetic talents." ”

Everyone seemed to be familiar with this rule, and they all put pen to paper and thought about it. A scribe stood up and saluted Yueru and said, "Yueru girl, can you limit the topic, otherwise it is too broad to evaluate different types of poems." The others echoed him, and seemed to have some confidence in his poetic talent.

Yueru smiled apologetically: "Since everyone has this intention, then Yueru will dare to limit tonight's performance as the theme, please express your thoughts and thoughts, don't seek realism, just understand." ”

At this time, a few poems that were quite appropriate had already appeared in Shen Yue's mind, and when he heard the words, he screened them one by one, and finally wrote with a pen.

He hasn't used a brush for a long time, although he has practiced calligraphy for a long time in his previous life due to professional needs, but it is inevitable that he will be a little rusty at the beginning, and the poems are long, although he can memorize, but he still has to stop and remember for a while. Therefore, in the case of other competitors submitting papers, he still writes unhurriedly, and from time to time he is in a daze.

Yueru saw on the stage that the other eight people had finished their work separately, and motioned for the guys to bring up everyone's poems. She saw that Shen Yue frowned from time to time, and sometimes paused, thinking that it was difficult for him to finish, and it would be difficult for him to step down under the attention of everyone, so she smiled and said: "The slave family will read out all of your masterpieces one by one, and please taste them together." ”

With that, she began to read aloud. The sound of the moon is soft and magnetic, and under the modulation and frustration, some poems with mediocre style seem to be colored. It can be seen that everyone has put a lot of effort into it, and there are many good sentences among them, which attracted everyone's praise. Although she tried her best to delay, everyone was in seven quatrains, with no more than twenty-eight words at the beginning and end, and a quarter of an hour later, as the last poem was completed, everyone moved their eyes to Shen Yue again.

Shen Yue was also very helpless, after all, while memorizing and rewriting some of these words, the progress was naturally not fast, but now that he had completed most of it, he noticed everyone's eyes, he looked up and looked around and said with a smile: "I have delayed your time, the poem is long, so I have to do it reluctantly." ”

Yueru responded with a very understanding smile: "It's okay, looking at the son's chapter must be a masterpiece, if you don't give up, can Yueru come forward and read it first?" ”

Shen Yue smiled and nodded, Yueru lifted the corner of her skirt lightly, stepped forward slowly, took the three that had been completed from the girl's hand, and read them in order: ""Pipa Xing", the first night of the Yatai River is sent off, and the cold leaves and frost flowers are swaying in winter. The master dismounts the guest in the boat, and raises the wine to drink without orchestra. If you are drunk, you will say goodbye, and you will be immersed in the moon in the vast river when you are drunk. ”

After reading this paragraph, Yueru was a little puzzled, just a few sentences did write very vividly about the reluctance of the host and guest to part, but it didn't seem to match tonight's performance? Several scribes also exchanged their heads in confusion, not knowing why.

Yueru frowned slightly and continued to read: "I suddenly heard the sound of pipa on the water, and the host forgot to return to the guest. Xun Sheng secretly asked who the player was, but the pipa stopped and was late. Move the boat to close to each other, invite each other, add wine and return to the lamp to reopen the feast. ”

She nodded, well, this boy didn't write his own performance directly, but reconstructed a scene for interpretation.

When everyone saw her nodding, the few people who were originally talking to each other were afraid of making her unhappy, so they also stopped listening quietly.

Yueru continued to read: "After a long time, I came out, still holding the pipa and half-covering my face. The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune. The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, as if they are complaining about their lack of ambition. The low-brow letter continued, saying that there are infinite things in my heart. Gently twist and slowly wipe and pick up, and know and fall in love. The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate. The bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult to go under the drift ice of the secluded spring. The ice fountain is cold and astringent, and the condensation will not be silent for a while. Don't have gloom and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time. The silver bottle burst through the water slurry, and the iron rider stood out with the sound of knives and guns. At the end of the song, beware of drawing, the four strings sound like cracks. The east ship and the west boat were silent, and only the autumn moon in the heart of the river was seen. ”