The movements in Bai Rou's hands also stopped!

Since Fang Yuan left, one person had taken Fang Yuan's place, and then as you can imagine, that person finally relaxed and fell to the ground.

"Damn, someone fainted!"

One shouted.

Everyone ignored this person, and it was normal for him to faint after listening to such a divine comedy!

The sound of the zither is also clumsy, tactful and passionate.

Like the clear and clear water flowing on the deep valley and secluded mountain!

Seeing that the momentum had come up, Fang Yuan took a deep breath again.

With a rich and magnetic voice, it resounded through Hongzhao Garden!

"Carved flowers in your hands!"

"The blade twists and turns into a painting!"

"Meritorious Pagoda,"

"It's somewhere by the bridge."

Everyone gasped!

I've never heard such a fresh and unique song!

But the rhythm melody is so good!

Hong Ling's beautiful eyes looked at Fang Yuan!

As if she wanted to see him through, she had never been so curious about a man!

She specializes in music and rhythm, and she has not heard such exquisite lyrics and music for many years!

Words, and you can do that!

Song, you can still write like this!

There were only the sound of Zheng and Fang Yuan's voice!

Fang Yuan continued to pretend.

The spring breeze bypasses the red veil at the ends of the hair

Embroidery was given to him

The eyebrows are strong and the eyebrows are intended to be used as a dowry

White hair on the pillow of vigorous quicksand

Wine in a glass gesture

Young and elegant, freshly dressed and angry horses

It's just for a moment

It is inevitable to miss the eaves of childhood

Unpredictable change

Separated by mountains and seas

Turn around and calmly sencha

One grows

Resend a piece of the past

Exile all hopes

But there was some absurdity

I remember what you look like

A body of cream

Who lifts the pen only two lines

In another corner you are well

and sold this vicissitudes

You're still on my heart

Fang Yuan finished playing in one go, and exhaled a breath of turbidity, but he suffocated himself.

Everyone didn't react for a long time, and they were still intoxicated.

Bai Rou was already stunned on the spot.

Petrochemical is there......

What's wrong with this little eunuch, even if you don't have poetry, you can practice it after a few years of hard work!

But this piece is unique and in a class of its own!

It is difficult to achieve such accomplishments without decades of hard work.

Can the Chosen One still dominate poetry and music?

Bai Rou's back was cold, and she couldn't help but shiver!

"This song should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world!"

"Guo Gongzi is talented, I can have such a talent in Daxia, how can I never hear of it in the next!"

One of them also said that although he had doubts, there were more people he didn't know.

"Mr. Guo's song will surely be famous through the ages!"

"Mr. Guo...."

Everyone's name has changed, calling Fang Yuan Mr.!

Because this piece is a precedent!

It's not too much to call Fang Yuan the originator!

Fang Yuan can be his own faction in the future.

Open the class to recruit students!

It will be famous all over the world!

"How dare Guo call himself Mr., don't be embarrassed!"

Fang Yuan gestured to everyone.

Guo Gongzi can naturally be called the word "sir", how dare we be disrespectful! ”

The person who was about to beat Fang Yuan before also said in a voice.

"How dare you".

Fang Yuan shook his head again and again, and then raised his head and said:

"Everyone is a person of the same generation, there is a way, a threesome, there must be my teacher!"

"Although I have made achievements in lyrics and music, your calligraphy and paintings are above me, how dare you call yourself Mr."

"What a threesome, there must be my teacher!"

Liu Tai's eyes lit up, with such a mindful person, his knowledge is rare in the world, it is worth befriending!

"Since Guo Gongzi is so shirking, then we will no longer be humble."

"I don't know if Guo Gongzi has a name for this song?"

Hongling came to Fang Yuan, her eyes were the same as before, and her face was confused.

"Of course!"

Fang Yuan said seriously.

"This song is called Red Zhaoyuan!"

"Hongzhao Yuan?"

Hongling looked puzzled.

"It's a wish!"

"Why did Guo Gongzi take this name?"

Hongling was still puzzled.

"It is said that this song can be created, and the credit is half of that of the red girl!"

Fang Yuan smiled slightly.

"Why did the son say this, Hongling has never participated in the creation, how can there be the credit of the slave family!"

Hongling was even more puzzled, and asked a little anxiously.

"I don't know if the girl remembers, you told me that the name of this zite is Zhaojun?"

Hongling thought about it, and then asked again:

"Of course I do, but what does this have to do with this song?"

"Of course there is."

Fang Yuan looked out the window, and then said in a deep voice:

"The name of this zite reminds me of a story."

"Oh, what kind of story can make such a divine comedy!"

"The slave family is very curious, why don't you tell the son to hear it."

Hongling changed her previous demeanor,

At this moment, it is more like a little woman suddenly becoming curious about a person.

Want to know more about this person.

The crowd was also interested.

"Mr. Guo will talk about it, not only Miss Hongling is curious, but we are also very curious!"

"Good!"

Fang Yuan agreed!

Everyone sat down, tidied up their clothes, and listened!

Fang Yuan was originally going to tell the story of Wang Zhaojun, and he happened to take advantage of the situation.

"It all started with a woman named 'Zhaojun'."

Fang Yuan then finished telling the story he told the Empress Dowager last time in one breath.

After everyone listened, there was applause, and they didn't know that Miss Hongling had returned to the backstage.

"Mr. Guo is really a god! How can such a tragic story be written! ”

Liu Tai hugged his fists and said, he opened his eyes today, Fang Yuan not only helped him today, but also gave him a poem, and he can also compose lyrics and songs, which is a divine comedy!

How can it not be admired, what about calling a sir!

"Guo Gongzi is amazing, when he hears the word 'Zhaojun', he can think of a story, and he can also make a tune into a story, which is really a must!"

Another complimented.

"Where has Miss Rouge gone, why don't you see Miss Roulin?"

Only then did everyone react, why did Hongling suddenly disappear.

At this time, Youmeng walked out quickly and said with a hint of apology:

"I'm sorry everyone, Miss Hongling's body is weak, and she was unwell just now, so the slave family asked her to go down and rest for a while!"

She didn't know what was wrong with Hongling, and suddenly left the stage.

can only comfort the people at the scene.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't worry, Miss Hongling will come up in a while."

"What, it's not over yet, Miss Rouge is leaving?"

One person said a little dissatisfied.

"Let's wait, today is the beginning of spring, the weather is hot and cold, and Miss Hongling is estimated to be suffering from the wind cold."

A fan of Hongling said.

"That makes sense, I'll sit down for a while."

A little fan brother also said.

……

The backstage of Hongzhaoyuan at this time.

Hongling sat in front of the dresser, and the beauty in the bronze mirror had already become a tearful person!

"Sister Ling, what's wrong with you, why are you so sad?"

Yumeng asked anxiously on the side.

"It's nothing, it's just that I think of an old man, and I just feel love!"

Hongling took off the red yarn and slowly wiped away her tears.

A beautiful face was revealed, but the beauty's thoughts had already flown to the sky.

The story Fang Yuan told reminded him of a person.

An old man, still a relative, or the only relative in the world today!

Hongling cleaned up her mood, put on the veil again, and came to everyone again.

There was no sign of crying on his face.