After the girl sang a song, before the aftermath dissipated, she heard everyone cheering and applauding, and even the six girls around Ling Lingqi couldn't help but stop, looking at the girl, although the girl was not as beautiful as them, but her singing voice was really good, and the peony had also stayed in the hook bar, so she naturally knew the goods.

I only heard someone in the crowd say: ""Spring River Flower Moonlit Night" is the work of the Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Ruoxu. This poem is a swan song for the ages, with the reputation of "overwhelming the whole Tang Dynasty with a lonely article", creatively reproducing the scenery of the spring night in the south of the Yangtze River, like the picture scroll of the Yangtze River under the moonlight, and at the same time conveying the pain of parting lovesickness of the wandering son and woman. The artistic conception of the poem is empty, lingering and compassionate, washing away the thick fat and greasy powder of the palace body of the Six Dynasties, the words are clear and beautiful, the rhyme is beautiful, and it is popular. The girl's words and sentences are as if she was in the scene, the girl was poor, her mother was at home, her father died early, she was very lonely, I have thirty taels of silver here, and they are all given to the girl. ”

The woman smiled and said, "Thank you, uncle, the little woman is grateful." ”

Ling Ling said in seven hearts: "This person is thirty taels, and at first glance he is a rich child, I wonder if the story of the rich second-generation pickle girl will be staged again?"

As soon as I thought about it, I only heard the rich second generation say: "Since the girl has accepted my money, I beg the girl to sing another song, so that everyone here can appreciate the girl's peerless style." ”

The woman did not refuse, bowed and saluted: "The little woman has no other skills, but this pipa has been with me since childhood, it has been twelve years, the little girl will get the four major piano songs, just sang two songs, let everyone laugh, since everyone looks up to the little girl, I am respectful as to obey the fate, and play the remaining two tunes I have learned to the uncle." ”

After saying that, the crowd cheered, "Okay...... Good...... Good ......" applause continued, and the inn was bustling.

I saw that the woman suddenly walked slowly to Ling Lingqi's side, Ling Lingqi peeked at the woman walking towards her, her heart couldn't help but pound, she didn't know what she was going to do, and the six women around her couldn't help but worry that their lovers were going to mess with flowers and grass again.

The woman walked up to Ling Lingqi and said in a soft and tactful voice, "This son, a few young ladies and ladies, can the little girl borrow a table?"

Ling Lingqi hurriedly stood up and wanted to give her a seat, but when he was halfway up, he was put on the shoulders by the woman's left hand, and the woman said: "Childe, don't worry, the little woman just sits opposite Childe and plays the piano, although Childe sits here." ”

Ling Lingqi had no choice but to sit down, only to see the woman walk to Ling Lingqi and sit down slowly, staring at Ling Lingqi with a pair of delicate eyes, the beauty army around Ling Lingqi was jealous, and she didn't dare to look at the girl more.

I only heard the woman sing slowly: "The Han Emperor is heavy on color and thinks about 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 in 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 soldiers, poor and radiant. 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, breaking the song of 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. Huadian was uncollected, and the emerald winged gorse scratched his 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 when he sees the moon, and the night rain hears the sound of bells breaking his intestines. The sky swirled back to the dragon pilot, and he couldn't go so far. 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 horses. 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, and the autumn rain when the sycamore leaves fall.

There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, 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 ethereal space. The pavilion is exquisite, and there are many fairies. There is a character that is too true, and the appearance of snow skin is uneven. Jin Que knocked on the jade fan in the west chamber, and transferred to Xiaoyu to report Shuangcheng. Hearing that the emperor of the Han family made him, he was frightened in the Jiuhua tent. The clothes are pushed and the pillow is hovering, and the silver screen of the bead foil is opened. The cloud bun is half new to sleep, and the corolla is not neat to the hall.

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, he said goodbye to the 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. The parting words are re-sent, and there is an oath in the words. 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. ”

The jade sound is tactful, the flowing water is murmuring, and the girl's singing voice fills the entire inn, like the sound of heaven.

The girl played, everyone cheered, praised in unison, applause continued, the woman said: "Childe, Miss...... How's the little girl's singing?"

Ling Lingqi bowed her head and said, "Okay, the girl's singing voice is like the sound of heaven, and it should only be in the sky." ”

The girl smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, the little girl also has a song, I hope the young lady likes it." The girl's voice was so gentle and leisurely that it made people fascinated. I saw the girl plucking the strings, her lips slightly opened, and another "Mulan poem" was slowly sung.

"Chirp chirp chirp,...... The male rabbit's feet are fluttering, the female rabbit's eyes are blurred, and the double rabbits are walking on the ground, can An distinguish that I am a male and female?" After singing another song, the aftermath lingers, the girl's eyebrows are affectionate, Chu Chu is pitiful, everyone sees the girl's appearance, hears the girl's singing, all are intoxicated, as if they are in the sea, can not extricate themselves. (To be continued.) )