After Song Ci finished speaking, he glanced at Gu Jinghong weakly.

Gu Jinghong bowed slightly, and stopped chasing deeply.

A smile suddenly appeared on Li Siyu's face: "Wow! Is Mr. Song going to tell us a story again? The story of the daughter's country last time was particularly interesting, and I am still uncomfortable for the king's request! ”

Wang Yin is particularly interested in the story of Song Ci.

At this moment, when she heard Song Ci say that she wanted to tell another story, she immediately ran to her room, took out the small notebook, held the pen, and prepared to record Song Ci's story with anticipation.

Tang Shi got up and went to the kitchen to wash some fruit.

Shen Xidao gave a thumbs up at Song Ci: "Brother Song, I just like to see you bragging!" It's just ...... Thai pants spicy! ”

Song Hongdou glanced at Song Ci and said, "You won't tell a love story tonight, right?" ”

Song Cidao showed a mysterious smile: "Guess? ”

In the monitoring room, Li Weicai and the others restrained their expressions one after another, and they all showed expectant expressions.

Song Ci slowly spoke: "This story happened in a dynasty called Song, which is not the same as the dynasty in our history, this dynasty is facing a very serious external trouble......

Song Ci spent five minutes briefly explaining the background of the story for everyone.

The smart Li Siyu raised his hand and asked, "Teacher Song, the story of the Journey to the West Daughter Country you told us last time said that it happened in the Tang Dynasty, so the question is, is there anything related to this Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty?" ”

Song Ci nodded and said, "You can simply understand that after the fall of the Tang Dynasty, after decades of warlord melee, the dynasty that once again dominated the world was the Song Dynasty!" ”

Tang Shi sighed: "Are you writing a historical novel?" ”

Gu Jinghong said: "Hurry up and tell the story!" ”

Song Ci sat up straight and said: "The beginning of the story happened in the seventh year of Xuanhe, and our protagonist Lu You was born on a boat. ”

"In the winter of the same year, the Jin soldiers went south, and in the second year of Jingkang, they broke through Bianjing."

"This is Jing Kang's shame. The Northern Song Dynasty perished. ”

Wang Yin took notes seriously, and didn't forget to comment: "Teacher Song, you, the emperor of the alternate dynasty, are too bad, right?" In our history, there has never been such a bad emperor! ”

Song Ci waved his hand, straightened his face, and said, "Don't interrupt, don't you want to hear the story!" ”

When Lu You was nineteen years old, he married his cousin Tang Wan. The relationship between the husband and wife is very good, it can be said that they are in harmony, and they are simply living a life like a fairy couple. ”

But the good times didn't last long, and Lu You's mother strongly opposed the marriage of the two. In that era, Lu You had no way to rebel against his mother, so in the end, he and Tang Wan had to divorce! ”

Hearing this, Gu Jinghong immediately sighed twice and said, "Whoever I like, no one can stop me, even if it's my parents!" ”

Song Hongdou nodded in agreement: "That's a good point." In our time, we must be free to love! ”

Song Ci continued: "...... And ten years later, in the Song court, after a bumpy Lu You, came to Shen Yuan, where he met his ex-wife. ”

"And Tang Wan at this moment is already married to Zhao Shicheng."

"This Zhao Shicheng, for Tang Wan, is a real liking. As a member of the royal family, Zhao Shicheng withstood the pressure from the entire clan, didn't care about the boring opinions of the whole world, and confided his love to Tang Wan. Move with sincerity. ”

"Tang Wan finally agreed to marry him."

However, ten years later, Shen Yuan was among the green grasses. Tang Wan's heart, which had been silent for many years, was once again provoked by Lu You. ”

At this moment, Lu You's heart can be said to be full of mixed feelings, countless people, countless things, and countless pasts, all flashing in front of Lu You's eyes. He wrote a poem in Shen Yuan. ”

Song Ci said this, paused, raised his hand to pick up the water cup, and calmly drank the water.

"What words did you write?"

"Tell me quickly, you're really in a hurry!"

"Teacher Song, let's not take you so appetizing! Say it! ”

"Hurry up, don't rub it off!"

Song Ci cleared his throat and said, "The name of this poem is called "Hairpin Phoenix". ”

【Red crisp hands.】 Yellow silk wine. The city is full of spring palace wall willows. The east wind is evil. Affection is thin. A melancholy, a few years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong! 】

Song Ci pronounced a Shang Run.

Suddenly, there was silence.

Wang Yin's pen walked the dragon and snake, and quickly recorded it in the pen.

However, although I heard two words clearly, I didn't know which word Song Ci wrote, so I had to temporarily scribble a homophone and put it there.

Song Ci changed his posture, cocked Erlang's legs, and continued:

[Spring is as old as ever. People are empty and thin. Tear stains are red and silky. Peach blossoms fall. Idle Pond Pavilion. Although the mountain league is here, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Momomo! 】

Let's go.

This is the sound of the pen in Wang Yin's hand falling to the ground.

She hurriedly picked it up again.

Others, as if they hadn't seen it at all.

Everyone's eyes were a little empty.

In front of everyone's eyes, there seemed to be such a desolate figure, wandering alone in the Shen Garden, wandering around.

"Awesome!!" Shen Xi shouted.

Damn it!

Teacher Song, why are you so awesome!

It's also spicy!

Tang Shi took a deep breath and stared at Song Ci: "Old Song, this poem, or is it your original?" ”

Gu Jinghong leaned sideways, looking at Song Ci with straight eyes, as if he really knew Song Ci on the first day: "This poem is so powerful!" It's better than many ancient poems I've read! ”

Li Siyu's eyes were peachy, and he stopped talking.

But her heart was pounding fast.

Song Hongdou touched the side of his face, only to feel that his face was a little hot.

It's not sick of fever.

It's because of excitement.

Because dopamine in the body is secreted uncontrollably.

Wang Yin said excitedly: "This poem is definitely written by Teacher Song Ci!" I've never heard of it before! ”

In the monitoring room, Li Weicai and the team were dumbfounded, and said, "Is this a travel program or a poetry program?" ”

Song Ci looked at everyone, showed an expression with a slight sigh, and said: "And after Tang Wan saw this song "Hairpin Phoenix", he made another song "Hairpin Phoenix". ”

[The world is thin, people are evil, and the rain sends dusk flowers to fall. The wind is dry, the tears are remnant, the desire to write about the heart, and the monologue is oblique. Hard, hard, hard! 】

[People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a swing. The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, I am afraid of people asking questions, and I pretend to be happy with tears. Hide, hide, hide! 】

Let's go.

Wang Yin's pen fell again.