On the stage, the little girl smiled and asked, "I don't know which poem can be the first tonight?" ”

"Who is this person? Who the hell...? ”

"No need to ask, just this one, this poem first, we are all convinced. Not to mention the first tonight, it's not an exaggeration to say that this poem is the best in recent years, but I don't know which brother made this poem? ”

"yes, let's announce it soon..."

Everyone was talking excitedly and curiously, urging the little maid on the stage to tell who did it.

The helpless little girl could only raise the rice paper with poems written in her hand and said to the audience: "See for yourself...."

As soon as these words came out, everyone rushed up...

It turned out that this little girl didn't know who the other party was.

Everyone turned their heads, you look at me, I look at you, all with strange looks... Because this brother's words don't seem to match the level of his poetry...

But who will it be?

Time flies by in the midst of everyone's talk and search.

"Thank you for coming to the concubine's poetry meeting today, the concubine is also very grateful, if it is late today, the concubine is also a little tired......"

Everyone present blinked, and no one moved, because the people who came tonight were all drunkards, not drinking, and they were all waiting to see who Liu Ru was left alone, and at the same time, they all hoped that it was themselves, so that they could have a candlelight night talk.

Seeing this, Liu Ru was also a little shy, and immediately said: "Ladies and gentlemen, please forgive the concubine for being rude.....

With that, she got up and left the scene.

Lin Pingzhi saw that the master had left, but everyone present was sitting still and didn't understand what it meant, so he stood up and stretched his waist and said, "The master of the house is gone... What are you doing here..."

And the person next to him looked at him ambiguously and said, "If Brother Tai is in a hurry, you can go first, we are all a little tired, sit down and wait first." ”

it, can you still play like this? Although Lin Pingzhi was attending this kind of gathering for the first time and didn't quite understand the doorway, seeing everyone's reactions, he didn't know what was going on.

At this time, the little maid on the stage just now trotted all the way over, came to Lin Pingzhi's side and whispered: "This son, please come with me..."

Lin Pingzhi was also stunned for a moment, and immediately understood, and he was also a little happy in his heart, and hurriedly followed the footsteps of the little maid, and at the same time shouted in his heart: "Cool, cool, cool, see me overwhelm everyone and win the Oiran." ’

And a few people in the audience said in disbelief: "This girl, you can't be the wrong person, right...?" "They just can't understand why they chose such a character....

And the little maid stopped and wondered: "It's this son... Isn't that wrong? ”

Those people were immediately deflated and muttered, "I know, that poem must have been written by this brother.... That is, he wrote the words.... ”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and finally watched Lin Ping jump and follow the little girl into the top floor, and suddenly everyone's hearts gave birth to a feeling that their cabbage was arched.

And Wu Yingxiong's face was already gloomy, this competition was proposed by himself, but in the end it was himself who slapped his face...

It's a shame to be at home today.

"Slot."

After thinking about it for a while, the more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and the more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and finally I couldn't help but scold.

No matter how uncomfortable everyone was present, Lin Pingzhi was excited, the first time he participated in this kind of high-end game, he actually let himself pick the oiran, it was so exciting.

followed the little maid into Liu Ruye's boudoir and saw her sitting on the bed with tears on her face.

Seeing this scene, Lin Pingzhi's good mood tightened at the beginning... What is the state of affairs..?

After seeing the visitor, Liu Ru wiped the tears in her eyes, said shyly and timidly: "This son, if he is willing to entrust him for life, I don't know that this son is a concubine..."

Happiness comes so fast.... Lin Ping was still a little unable to react...

Seeing that Lin Pingzhi was unmoved, Liu Ru thought that the other party disliked his body... Suddenly, the water in his eyes rippled, and he said: "Childe, the concubine has decided to entrust it for life... If Childe doesn't allow it.. The concubine can only go first...", and as she spoke, she drew a dagger from under the pillow and stabbed it into her chest.

"——!" High-end games are played like this...? Kill yourself if you don't agree with each other..?

Thinking about it, Lin Pingzhi still flicked his fingers and hit Liu Ru is wrist with a force, and suddenly felt that his wrist was numb, and the dagger fell to the ground...

"Childe, what do you mean.... Since you refuse to accept the concubine, why are you saving each other now..."

This time, Lin Pingzhi didn't dare to be stunned at all, and hurriedly said, "Alas... Ahem, Miss Liu, don't get excited, I'll ask you a few questions..."

"Childe, excuse me..."

"Do you know me?"

"I don't know."

"What is there to say about Miss Liu..?"

"No.."

"Who's coercing you..."

"Nor did it.."

"That's... You..."

"What does Childe want to ask... You might as well be more direct. The concubine will know everything. ”

"Okay, then let me ask you, why did you choose me... Is that the poem..? ”

"Hmm..."

"But that poem wasn't made by me..."

"I know. Because that poem was written by the concubine in her early years..."

"So you know why... Also.."

"Because this man is a child...."

"But, I didn't do it, I just copied the girl..."

Liu Ru suddenly sighed and said, "Does the prince know the meaning of the name concubine..."

"If I smell it...?"

"Exactly...", the boy knows the name of this poem...

"It's the spring of the year, I smell the room...?" Lin Pingzhi asked tentatively, but in fact, he also forgot the name of this poem.

"Exactly, does that boy know the meaning of this poem..?" When he said this, Liu Ruye's eyes revealed his concern and deep meaning for Lin Pingzhi that was different from the past.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Pingzhi said: "There is a cold wave of hatred, and there is a ruthless afterglow, it is Xiao Xiao Nanpu, who is thinking about the past and is as sad as promised." Indulgently, around the embankment to draw boats, cold out, water clouds are still there. It should be Miss Liu's life experience... and the passage of this life..."

Yes, I don't know if Childe can elaborate on it....

Lin Pingzhi thought about the memory of his previous life, he was also unsure, he could only search through the scattered memories of his previous life, he remembered that this poem was Liu Ruye's long-tune masterpiece, and the words were intricate and intricate with the meaning of the ancients, which shows that he was knowledgeable, and the so-called Yongliu was to a large extent expressing Liu Ru's own sense of life experience, and this cold willow flying floc seemed to be the incarnation of the lyricist. Shang Yunming writes about the willow and secretly writes about the encounter of life, there is a hatred of the cold wave, ruthless residual photos, it is Xiao Xiao Nanpu", the first two sentences make people feel the cold and depressed atmosphere, "melancholy" and "ruthless" are used in the "cold wave" and "residual photos", in fact, it is for the "cold willow" of Nanpu to render the situation, and feel their own desolation. At the beginning of this word, the location is set in such a mood that makes people feel more sad, and in such a farewell place, it is also such an autumn dusk, the remnant sun hangs in the west, full of desolation, accompanied by the cold wind.

One of the sentences, "More blowing, frost stripes lonely shadow." Remember, the old days of flying. ”

The word "lonely" adds a touch of helplessness and loneliness to this bleak environment - in this cold wave and afterglow, the autumn breeze rises, and the branches of the willow tree that have been depressed and cold are swaying, and in this swaying, it seems that you can still see the catkins flying and dancing in the spring light. The lyricist's technique even writes the sad autumn and the sad spring, depicting a bleak and bleak realm, and writing all the loneliness and helplessness of Liu Ru's life.

She used the image of "catkins", "catkins" are rootless and pedicleless to let the wind blow down, floating at will, which makes people feel pity, and they are infatuated with them because of the song "Yantai Poem". It not only implies that the lyricist and Chen Zilong sang and became bosom friends through poetry, but also spent a good time in his life with the Songjiang Famous Scholars Poetry and Wine Gathering, which is a little bright color of his unfortunate life. There is always a kind of desolation, very haggard, and there are still good sentences of Yantai. She borrowed willow to laugh at herself, and sighed that she was bored in her heart, and she wanted to sue but did not sue. Because this life has given her a lot of comfort in her life, she still can't help but cry when she recalls this life many years later.

And "spring makes autumn rain." This sentence not only inherits the concluding sentence of Shang Yan, but also paves the way for the following reminiscences. The brief acquaintance and love with Chen Zilong brought some comfort to the poet's bleak life, and it was a little bright spot in his unfortunate life, but this short-lived joy buried such pain for the future. The sentence "autumn rain" writes all the changes in life.

Xia Yan mainly writes about the stubbornness of love by recalling the past. "Thinking of the past, the secret hurt is like a promise. Indulgently, around the embankment to draw boats, cold out, water clouds are still there. The lyricist thinks about the past, regrets today, writes about the pain of lovesickness, and the painting is a thing of love, but even if he has it, he is still the same self he used to be, maybe a little more lonely and lonely, all because he has no lover to accompany him.

"Recalling the past, a little east wind, a few heavy curtains, and sad eyebrows." The word "Dongfeng" here alludes to the lover Chen Zilong in the past, and "Mei'er is sad" shows that the lyricist misses his lover and is soft-hearted.

"Wait for an appointment with a plum soul, the dusk and the moon are light. Whispering with Yi Shen Pity. She borrowed the story of Tang Xianzu's "The Story of the Purple Hairpin" to show her lover her heart, how to solve the endless boredom in her heart, I am afraid she has to tell her confidant to understand. Liu Ru quoted "Mei Soul" as imagining himself and his lover as the people in the play, hoping to be reunited one day, and then "whispering with Yi Shenpiao".

Anyway, it is Liu Ruyi's words "thick and delicate, extremely sad and beautiful", using Liu as a metaphor, so it is really touching and poignant. She writes about her emotional experience with the delicate feelings of a woman, expressing her longing for her departure and the melancholy of not being able to stay with her lover. She gives insight into her unfortunate life experience, as well as her stubbornness, perseverance and unyielding to fate in difficult situations. In the end, he sighed: "I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me like this." ”

"That boy doesn't know what the concubine means... Is it? ”

Hearing this, Lin Ping sighed in embarrassment and said, "But Miss Liu doesn't know anything about me..."

"That boy can see his true face... Is it? ”

"Huh..?" It seems to be playing big, this time it's Lin Pingzhi's turn to be stupid, I already knew that I wouldn't pretend to be forced, wouldn't it be good to push it directly...

How did she know she was a fake face...

Seeing that Lin Pingzhi didn't move for a long time, Liu Ru smiled lightly and said: "Childe knows so much about this, but now he still doesn't see me with his true face... Childe should know that I have no ill intentions. ”

"To pick or not to pick...?" Lin Pingzhi, who couldn't make up his mind, read in his heart: "Pick, don't pick... Pick... I don't pick it up...", and finally freeze on it... Lin Pingzhi took off the mask suddenly, revealing the handsome face under the mask.

Seeing this, Liu Ru was slightly surprised, and immediately lowered her head, her eyelashes drooped, and her face was slightly red.

What's going on...?

This is how high-end games are played..?

So exciting?

....

Somewhere inside the flower boat at the moment...

Rows of rooms with closed doors.

In the middle of the rooms on both sides, the floor is covered with festive blankets, and in one room, the chairs and bed cabinets are all overturned...

In the corner on one side of the room, a huge mirror stands up...

On the other side of the mirror, a woman in a light green dress was sitting on the ground with a pale face, and the corners of her mouth were bloodshot....

Beside her, several tall men stood, one of whom was clutching the delicate wrist of her right hand.

The room was even more silent.

The tall man was like a stone sculpture, standing next to him secretly vigilant, motionless.

The woman sat slumped there, without the strength to struggle.

The windows are also closed, and the air is no longer circulating.

"Bang ——!"

The door was suddenly shaken open by a force.

Immediately, a figure flashed in directly.

"Shh——!h

The strong men guarding the room also pounced on them at the same time, and the short knives in their hands slashed at each other, and the cooperation of several people was seamless.

But before the short knife approached the intruding figure, these strong men sensed that something was wrong.

Before they could react, the short knives in their hands snapped. These short knives were violently broken, and the figure that came in was surrounded by a layer of strong wind, which violently shattered the short knives in the hands of these people.

Before these people could react, they saw this figure pass by at a very fast speed... He left an afterimage of the Dao, and he was just a little at the center of the eyebrows of several people, and these people slammed into the opposite wall, and then fell to the floor.

Instant life.