Die'er sang again: "The Han Emperor is heavy on the country, and Yuyu has been unable to ask for it for many years. The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir. It is difficult to give up the natural beauty, and once chose the king's side. Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color. ”

"The spring cold bathes Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is slippery and creamy. The waiter helped up the delicate and weak, and it was the time of the new inheritance. The cloud sideburns and flowers are shaking, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night. The spring night is bitter and short, and the day is high, and the king does not rise early from then on. There is no leisure for the Chenghuan banquet, and the spring is a special night from the spring outing. There are 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 are pampered in one. ”

"The golden house is dressed up as a delicate night, and the jade building feasts are drunk and spring. Sisters and brothers are all in the land, and poor and glorious are born. So he ordered the hearts of parents all over the world not to be born again male and female. The high place of the Li Palace enters the green clouds, and the fairy music wind is heard everywhere. Slow singing and dancing and condensing silk bamboo, the king does not see enough. ”

"Yu Yang Mo came agitatedly, and broke the song of the neon clothes and feathers. The nine-fold city is full of smoke and dust, and thousands of people ride southwest. Cuihua swayed and stopped, and went out of the capital for more than 100 miles in the west. The six armies were helpless, and they died before turning their eyebrows. No one took the flowers, and the emerald gorse scratched her head. The king hid his face and couldn't save it, looking back at the blood and tears. ”

"Huang Ai is scattered and the wind is sluggish, and the cloud stack lingers in the Sword Pavilion. There are few people under Emei Mountain, and the flag is thin without light. The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains are green, and the holy lord is in love with the morning and twilight. The palace is sad to see the moon, and the night rain hears the sound of bell intestines breaking. The day of the spinning day turned back to the dragon pilot, and he couldn't go here. In the soil under Ma Wei's slope, there is no place for Yuyan to die. ”

"The monarchs and ministers took care of each other's clothes, and looked east to the capital to return to the door. The return pond is still the same, and the liquid hibiscus is not Yangliu. Hibiscus is like a willow like an eyebrow, how not to cry about this. The spring breeze peach and plum blossoms bloom at night, and the autumn rain when the sycamore leaves fall. ”

"There are many autumn grasses in the south of Xigong, and the fallen leaves are full of red and do not sweep. The disciples of Liyuan are white-haired and new, and the Jiaofang eunuch is Qing'e old. The fireflies in the evening hall were quiet, and the lonely lamp did not sleep. The bells and drums are long at night, and the stars and rivers are about to dawn. The mandarin duck tile is cold and frosty, and the jade is cold. After years of life and death, the soul has never come to dream. ”

"Linqiong Taoist Hongdu Ke can be sincere to the soul. In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the priests to look diligently. Emptying and controlling the air is like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth. The upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone. Suddenly, I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void. The pavilion is exquisite, and there are many fairies. ”

"There is a character that is too true, and the snow skin is uneven. Jin Que West Chamber, knocking on the jade, transferred to the small jade to report the double success. Smelling the envoy of the Han family, Jiuhua was frightened in his dream. The clothes pushed the pillow up and down, and the silver screen of the bead foil opened. The cloud sideburns are half new to sleep, and the flower crown is not neat. The wind blows the fairy robe fluttering, like a neon dress and feather dance. Yurong is lonely and tears are dry, and pear blossoms bring rain in spring. ”

"Gazing at the king with affection, one voice and two dim. The Zhaoyang Palace is full of love, and the sun and moon are long in the Penglai Palace. Looking back at the world, I didn't see Chang'an and saw the dust and fog. Only the old things will be affectionate, and the alloy hairpin will be sent. The hairpin leaves a one-fold fan, and the hairpin breaks the gold and divides it. But the heart of the religion is like Jin Tianjian, and the heavens and the earth will meet. ”

"Parting and re-sending the word, there is an oath in the word. On the seventh day of the seventh month, when no one whispered in the middle of the night. In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch. The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever. ”

This is a song of long hatred, the tragic story of the love between Emperor Tang Ming and Yang Guifei.

Zhao Chuan couldn't help but feel sad when he heard it.

"I wish to be a winged bird in heaven, and I am willing to be a branch in the earth", why don't I and Deng Nianzhi have such a wish?

Tian Xiancheng saw that Zhao Chuan's face was heavy, and he hurriedly motioned for Die'er to retreat.

Zhao Chuan motioned to Ye Haoyu to reward again, and asked Ye Haoyu to give Die'er ten taels of silver tickets immediately, and Die'er thanked her and withdrew.

A few looked at each other, exchanged a few words, and then ordered a few side dishes to continue eating.

After chatting for a while, they dispersed.

After chatting, Zhao Chuan's spirit was a little trance-like, as if he had returned to a few days ago......

…… In this house, I didn't come to pick up the sedan chair, but just set off firecrackers.

The ceremony is simple, Qin'er's surname is Chen, and her name is Suqin.

Han Lingyu did not attend the ceremony, and Zhao Chuan and Qin'er gave Shu Lan a big gift.

After the ceremony, the two met Han Lingyu, and Suqin kowtowed to Ling Yu......

Seeing Zhao Chuan's ignorant appearance, several people didn't dare to speak, until Zhao Chuan was awakened by the sound of playing the piano in the next room, and suddenly came back to his senses.

When Tian Xiancheng saw it, he snorted and said, "Everyone, please move to the theater, the finale over there is about to appear!" ”

Who is Tian Xiancheng? But the old fritters on the social occasions of Fengyue have seen too many people.

Everyone followed Tian Xiancheng into the theater.

Xiao Si brought it into the private room upstairs, served melon seed tea, and the five of them sat down to watch.

Downstairs is the hall, and there are also small tables, each around the table to enjoy.

Although it is a little noisy, the private room upstairs is a little further away and quieter.

The stage is performing singing and dancing, five or six young girls, their hair buns are towering, decorated with golden flowers, most of them are green silk hanging on the back of their necks, wearing low-waisted skirts with slightly shrugging breasts, abdominal muscles are fat, embroidered pink short skirts are tightly bundled, green low skirts are full of feet, blue long sleeves are fluttering on the top and bottom blue, and the thin waist of willow is swaying with the music, spinning and jumping.

Ye Haoyu said loudly: "Brother Tian, you have a lot of peerless beauties hidden here!" ”

"These are all excellent non-flowers, of course you haven't seen it." Tian Xiancheng smiled slightly.

The dancing girl on the stage is just the same, and there is a singing girl warbler's murmuring: "The drizzle is drifting, the breeze is shaking, with the infatuation of love, the snow falls, the Yellow River is turbid, let him be heartbroken, put it down, the sword in my hand, I am willing, I am recalled, the bottom of my heart, fate is over." Why do you want to be lonely, how can you write your deep affection for me on the other side of the world in a few words......"

"Don't be greedy for a wish, and think of your face, towards the morning and twilight, the long road of life, all the time, see your eyes, tender like water. This life is due to the continuation of the next life, what is the love, life and death are promised, if you are with you, do not envy the mandarin ducks and do not envy the immortals......"

"The sky moves, in the green mountains, riding the wind and passing the clouds, looking for a beautiful woman, the love is difficult to be true, the sword steps through the chaotic red dust, soars there, in the sky, the heart is inexhaustible. Vertical and horizontal, thousands of years, reincarnation, why let, lonely for a long time, I am on this side of the world, how can I say you clearly in a thousand words, ......"

"Just hope once, drunk. I also remembered that your face, looking for it, meeting in a dream, all the time, seeing your eyes, thousands of entanglements. In this life, in the next life, what is the love, life and death, if you are accompanied, do not envy the mandarin duck or the immortal! ”

At the end of the song, the audience shouted.

Zhao Chuan looked a little psychedelic and felt that he was in a very unreal illusory space.

The music is back, the long sleeves are floating slowly, the soft dance is leisurely, and another woman presents a song:

"Tinggao is looking at the extreme, and Jiang Lian has not returned, but he is sick but has no strength. The fan is gradually thinning, Luo Yi is at the beginning, and the streamer is passing through the gap. Sigh apricot beam, double swallow like a guest. Where are the people, a curtain of light moon, as if shining in color. Silence, chaotic moaning wall. Moving the letter, clear the sorrow like weaving. Ponder the young waves. Dili Guan Mountain, Liuxia Fangmo, falling red without information. Dark water, trickling blue. Drifting for a long time, what does it mean now, drunk and lying on the side of the wine. ”

Tian Xiancheng began to sell Guanzi, shouting, "Attention! Note! Here is the finale, the guzheng playing! ”

Ye Haoyu pursed his lips and said, "What's so nice about this?" Bah. ”

"Brother Ye doesn't know, this is a celebrity in the capital, I invited her at a high price, this girl is seventeen years old, her surname is Chen Lianshan, her stage name is Jingwen, she is good-looking, she only plays one song in three days, and only plays three songs at a time!"

When a few people heard this, they couldn't help but babble.

The piano boy supports the kite, and the move is ready.

Jingwen was wearing a collarless low-cut red dress and floated in.

The bun is tied in the middle, the green silk is standing in a circle on the head, the phoenix eyebrows are bright, the nose is exquisite, the skin is like snow, the thin lips are like a crescent moon, and the person says that the cherry is small, but she purses her lips like a willow leaf, with the round and delicate cheeks are impeccable, pure and elegant.

Zhao Chuan was stunned when he saw it, and his heart moved, he couldn't imagine that the dust place was so stunning, although it was not as good as his fairy wife, this was indeed a rare beauty.

Jingwen came to the stage and bowed, then turned sideways and sat down slowly, her left hand probed forward to the string, her right hand raised and fell gently, the slender jade finger hooked back, and the rolling thunder floated in.

Guzheng is an ancient Han people-to-people musical instrument, there is a saying: Zheng is a kind of weapon in the Warring States Period, used to wave vertically to fight the enemy, and there is an ancient saying called "Zheng is a pleasure, standing on the ground into a soldier". Later, strings were added to it, and when plucked, it was found to be pleasant to the ear, so it developed into a musical instrument.

As time went on, weapons became lighter and lighter.

The zither, a large and light-weight weapon, was abandoned.

Zheng has become a professional musical instrument, mostly made of golden silk nanmu, twenty-three strings, beautiful shape, fine decoration, common performance techniques using the right hand large, food, middle, ring four fingers to pluck the strings, play out the melody, master the rhythm, the left hand playing method also conforms to the tension of the string on the left side of the Zheng column, controls the change of string tone, in order to adjust the pitch, improve the melody. There are many fingerings of the zheng, the right hand has hook, support, split, pick, wipe, tick, hit, shake, pinch, etc., and the left hand has press, slide, rub, tremble, etc.

Jingwen played "The General Goes on the Expedition".

This is a fast three boards, and the rhythm is agitated and melodious.

Zhao Chuan felt that the rhythm of the guzheng was vibrating and powerful, and it seemed that there was a powerful force coming at him.

Hurry up and secretly resist with internal strength, see that others don't feel the slightest, and suddenly feel the difference!

After thinking about it, he figured it out, and of course the rhythm didn't hurt him.

Zhao Chuan seems to understand that Jingwen plays the melody, which works according to the strength of the listener, the strong are strong, and the weak are if, filling the entire space seems to compress his breathing space, feeling that his heart is compressed, breathing is restricted, and he expands his breathing space with the resistance of Yungong.

The sound is like a spring, you push it out and she bounces back.

At the same time, he also found that if he pushed hard, Jingwen would play hard, Zhao Chuan had to let the invisible sound cover move a little away from him, and Jingwen was already sweating at the end of the song.

As soon as the rhythm stopped, the audience shouted and applauded, and it seemed that they were all admirers of art, people who were well versed in the elegance of music, and the voices of rewards were even louder.

At this time, two people in the audience approached the stage and shouted angrily: "Your mother! What kind of thing to play, it hurts Lao Tzu's heart! Let's play a song 'Dragon and Phoenix!' ’”

Jingwen was about to play the second piece, but as soon as the man screamed, she stopped, did not play or speak.

Tian Xiancheng hurriedly called Xiao Si in the box to come in, put fifty taels of silver tickets in the tea tray, and let them be given to the two people.

Zhao Chuanyi frowned, blocked Xiao Si, and asked Tian Xiancheng, "Who are they?" ”

Tian Xiancheng shook his head and sighed: "Naqi Martial Sect disciple ......"

When Zhao Chuan heard this, he took out the gold medal given by the head of the Qiwu Sect from the Qiankun bag in his entourage's arms, gently placed it on top of the silver ticket, and asked Xiao Si to give it to the two of them.