Chapter 32: Gone with the Wind

Li Jiancheng looked at the woman in front of him with some surprise, she seemed to have come from a dream, as if she did not exist in this world.

Her figure is slender and well-proportioned, slender and appropriate, like a willow and delicate, and her demeanor is thousands. The pair of water-cut eyes that can hook the soul, although it is as clear as a spring and as light as autumn water, it is far better than others. It's not as gorgeous as other singing and dancing beauty, but it has a sense of the night sky and the moon, but it makes people feel silent and washes away a lot of troubles.

The piano is swept and the gong is flying.

The soft and large glissandos glide through everyone's hearts like flowing water, and occasionally various other musical instruments are added, which is as rich as a large bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate. Li Jiancheng only noticed at this time that the music class accompanying on the side, in some musicians with profound skills, the effect of playing in unison was excellent, and in that leisurely rhyme, it appropriately set off the entire Shang Xiufang in the field.

The pipa is gently rounded, like a west wind stirring, and the horse neighing gently.

The erhu is broken, it seems that there is nothing, and it is difficult to part.

Accompanied by the music, Shang Xiufang, who was dressed in plain yellow Luo, with a light green shawl, and two plain white ribbons fluttering, sang and danced by herself beyond everyone's expectations.

Luo sleeves add fragrance like a fu, long skirts flutter on the cover wheels, and ribbons swirl and fly far away.

The slender waist is like a willow supporting the wind, the red shoes are dotted with lotus, and the dark fragrance floats and lowers the lips.

Her soul seems to be integrated into the music, into the martial arts, into one, not dancing for anyone, she only dances for herself.

Take the spirit as the guide, take the soul as the song, take the heart as the singing, take the intention as the scene, and take the body as the step.

At this time, the song sounded, her voice revealed a laissez-faire, lazy and dark and sad taste, there was a unique Qingqi flavor that no one could match, and there was no flaw in the vocal skills that could be faulted, with a grudge and moving expression, who could not be moved.

"The cave is deep, the emptiness is quiet, and the body and mind are lonely...... When you come, you have to pray, and you have to stop falling in love and spending your youth in vain...... Light and even makeup, less circumference, just for Wuling is slim...... The snow on the chest, biting from the king, I am afraid that the daughter of the prisoner will buy a laugh......"

It's just that in the lyrics and songs, there are too many resentments, feeling the drift of life, helpless, and feeling the insignificance of life, which is unfathomable. 、

The pearl-like singing, the trace of sadness, turned into autumn leaves, and the trace of grief and tears, like the tide overflowing, is difficult to suppress.

The sound of heaven is flawless, the sound is like hope, if it is small, if it is clear, if it is not, everyone's soul in an instant, as if from top to bottom, wash a thorough, from then on the mind can't help but be pure as new, no distractions.

When the song ends, the music stops.

The two are in harmony and coincide with each other.

After a long time, everyone woke up like drunk, burst into thunderous applause, and all of them unconsciously praised and cheered.

Only Li Jiancheng was still calm, his mind was immersed in sadness, and vaguely, he thought of Master Li, Chen Yuanyuan, Qin Huai Bayan, Du Shi Niang's angry treasure chest, Mrs. Hua Rui, and the sad stories, and couldn't help but feel sad in my heart.

Master Li's life is very tragic, and the tragedy is not that he died, but that he made friends with Song Huizong;

Chen Yuanyuan is very tragic, just because he finally became a concubine for the big traitor Wu Sangui;

Qin Huai Bayan is very tragic, just because Liu Ru married the traitor Qian Qianyi; and Li Xiangjun married Hou Fangyu, but Hou Fangyu became a second minister and entered the Qing Dynasty as an official; and Gu Hengbo married Gong Dingyu, Gong Dingyu After the death of the Ming Dynasty, Gong Dingyu can use "break into the city, and when it is full, it will be full", there is no integrity at all, and the so-called three surnames are slaves. The man Bian Yujing likes, Wu Meicun became a second minister......

It's a tragedy to think about, there is nothing wrong with a beautiful woman who loves a talented person, but the fault lies in the non-person who is trusted, either a negative person, or a second minister, or a wreck.

Chen Yuanyuan, Li Shishi, Qin Huai Bayan, etc., are beautiful, but at the same level as them, there are many people, just because they were born in troubled times, their fate is tragic in their lives, and their temperament even surpasses those talents, so they are famous. Comedy makes people happy, but tragedy makes people remember it vividly.

Those who can be famous through the ages are all tragedies!

Restraining his thoughts, Li Jiancheng finally recovered his thoughts from the fugue thousands of miles. I saw Shang Xiufang step forward and said, "Childe, what do you think of the little girl's singing and dancing?"

"That's good!" Li Jiancheng nodded and said, "It turns out that this is the third game!"

Li Mi said: "This is the third game, the virtuous nephew is superb in chess, and the martial arts are even more amazing, it can only be Wenbi!"

"Wenbi!" Li Jiancheng said: "Let's come up with a question, couplet, poetry at will?"

Shang Xiufang said: "That son, just compose a poem with the theme of the little girl's song and dance?"

Li Jiancheng nodded, began to think about it, and said after a while: "Jiaju Cup is in the middle, singing and dancing from **." Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road!"

Shang Xiufang's eyes immediately brightened. The first two sentences are said to be a good sentence born in a glass of wine, and the next sentence is full of singing and dancing, and the style is charming. In the last two sentences, the topic changed, and it was suddenly pointed out that the wealthy family was singing and dancing to their heart's content, laughing to their heart's content, but the wine and meat stinked, because there were countless people outside the door who couldn't eat enough, and many people were starved to death.

The best thing about this poem is a stinky word.

Wine and meat, which should have been sweet and unique, should not be linked to the smell at all, but because of the change in mood, thinking of the suffering of the common people, I can't eat it when I stop the cup and throw it, so the wine and meat seem to stink.

"Childe is a great talent!" Shang Xiufang praised, "Childe is worthy of being both civil and military, a generation of handsome heroes!"

Seeing Li Jiancheng and receiving Shang Xiufang's blue eyes, some people immediately showed jealousy. Li Tianfan was the first to speak: "Who knows if you usually write it, but now it's moved to the stage!"

And Shen Luoyan on the side said: "In my opinion, nineteen, eighty-nine is plagiarizing others!"

Li Jiancheng didn't refute after hearing this, nodded and said, "The two of you are right, it's plagiarism." A lot of articles in the world are copied, but it's just a matter of whether you can copy them or not!"

Don't compare verses with time-travelers, compare couplets, that's looking for self-abuse.

This poem is indeed plagiarized, and there are two people who copy it, one is Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, and the other is Liu Rushi of the Ming Dynasty.

Li Jiancheng calmly admitted that it was plagiarism, which fell in the ears of some people, but it seemed to be sarcastic, which meant that you should also find a sought-after one and plagiarize it. It's just that such verses, if you want to plagiarize, are also difficult to find. After Li Tianfan heard this, he was so angry that he shouted: "It's just shit luck, just plagiarizing the next good sentence!"

"Fan'er, don't be rude!" Li Mi smiled: "Virtuous nephew and talent!"

It doesn't matter if you lose, I'm afraid that I can't afford to lose, which not only loses face, but also loses my heart. Since you have already lost, then admit it open-mindedly, if you don't admit it like Li Tianfan, you will slander others to copy or plagiarize, but it will be extremely embarrassing!

Shen Luoyan said: "If you want to prove that it is not plagiarism, it is better to say, that is, to make another poem that is not inferior?"

"Master Shen, don't be rude, it's already extreme luck to be able to make one poem like this, if you want to make two poems in one day, how can it be so easy!" Li Mi said. Good poems, in addition to having a high level of literary literacy, also need luck, maybe inspiration comes, will be waved to write good poems, but if the inspiration is exhausted, even if there is Xie Lingyun's talent, it may not be able to make.

This is something that is difficult for some strong people!

Li Jiancheng smiled and said, "Shen Junshi likes it, then I'll give Shen Junshi a poem?"

"Persuade you not to spare the golden clothes!" Li Jiancheng paused word by word and read out the first sentence.

"Average!" Shen Luoyan commented, this sentence is indeed average, not excellent, nor exciting.

"Persuade the gentleman to cherish his youth!" Li Jiancheng read out the second sentence.

Shen Luoyan nodded and said, "It's still average!"

Taken together, these two sentences mean that we must cherish time, every inch of time is an inch of gold, it is difficult to buy an inch of time, and gold is not as precious as time.

"Flowers can be broken straight and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers and empty branches!"

Li Jiancheng smiled and read out the last two sentences.

"Persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth. The flowers can be broken and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers to break the branches!" Shen Luoyan tasted carefully, suddenly became angry, and shouted: "Dengzi, you are looking for death!"

As he spoke, he pulled out the hairpin on his head, turned into a little cold star, and stabbed Li Jiancheng's neck.

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