There was silence in the painting boat, only Wu Yuan's clear voice sang poetry.

I sighed when I heard the lute, and I heard it chirp again.

is the same as the end of the world, why should we have met before!

I resigned from Yangzhou last year and lived in Mengjin City.

There is no music in Mengjin, and there is no sound of bamboo all year round.

Living near the river is low and humid, and the yellow reed and bitter bamboo surround the house.

In the meantime, what did you hear in the twilight? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape screams.

Spring river flowers towards the autumn moonlit night, often take wine and pour alone.

Wouldn't there be mountain songs and village flutes?

Hearing Jun's pipa language tonight, it is like listening to the fairy music ear for the time being.

Mo Ci even sat down and played a song, and translated "Pipa Xing" for you.

Thinking of this, Wu Yuan bowed to Shang Xiufang, the woman glanced at Wu Yuan with a complicated face, nodded, picked up the pipa, and played it again.

But this time, her playing is a little messy, a little anxious, just like her current mood, sad and irritable, talented women naturally know a lot of famous prostitutes, their final ending, and Wu Yuan said, there is no difference, in front of the door snub pommel horse, the boss married a businesswoman, and then people are like yellow flowers, this life.

And what about her? After Kou Zhong died, he suddenly found that he seemed to have missed the most precious thing, and the feeling of emptiness in his heart could no longer be filled.

Wang Tong walked in front of the man, and after saluting respectfully, he put a long scroll in front of him, on which were the words and phrases he had personally written, and everyone knew it. There are still a few sentences that have not been written. And then. This long poem, which will be recited through the ages, was completed in this painting boat.

...... The man picked up the glass, then lowered it again, looked at himself with a sympathetic gaze, and finished the last three sentences:

I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but I am in a hurry.

It was sad and not like a forward voice, and the whole audience wept when they heard it.

Who cried the most in the seat? Yangzhou Wu Yuanqing's shirt was wet.

When he finished reading the last sentence, Wu Yuan let out a long breath. This poem was a gift he gave to Shang Xiufang, and her appearance made him completely sober up from the trance brought by the news of ten years.

"The same is the end of the world, why should we know each other when we meet......"

Well said, well said!

Suddenly, Shang Xiufang laughed, and she came to Wu Yuan, staring at the stranger who was reciting poetry for her.

"Thank you, this pipa line, I have heard it in my life. The best poems, the best gifts. Thank you. ”

How could she not be grateful? a thousand years later. People will forget about Shang Xiufang, but they will definitely remember this pipa line, this poem made for her.

"Great. ”

At this time, beside the eldest grandson Wuji, Li Lizhi suddenly stood up, and there was something strange flickering in her eyes, which was the girl's admiration for talent.

No one can resist this attraction, not even the princess Changle of the Tang Empire, in another world, she is a superstar of the emperor, and she has a great love for art, in this world, she likes to read those excellent words, and she is captivated by the talent of the poetry of the ancients.

She dreamed that one day she would write equally good poetry, she had met many talented young people in the Hanlin Academy, and there was never a shortage of literati and writers around her, but until this moment, she did not know what true genius was!

A shuddering sense of happiness hit her, it was the feeling of the fans suddenly seeing their idols, it was an indescribable excitement, she looked at Wu Yuan with blazing eyes, and she could hardly believe that this kind of thing was really happening around her.

When they met, he made two poems that have been praised through the ages, and she, who is proficient in poetry, knows how rare it is.

"Mr. Wu, you ......"

Her face turned red, Princess Changle's hands trembled a little, she was not Yu Xianrong in another world, she lived in the palace for a long time, she rarely met outsiders directly, and she didn't occasionally show up until she was fourteen years old, and today's night banquet was only occasional. There are not many men who can leave an impression in her life, and she has been taught since she was a child to respect etiquette and abide by the law, she has never been tempted by other men, and is only ready to smile for her husband in the future, but today, someone rudely used two poems to smash the girl's heart defense, and then entered her heart.

"Thank you Princess Changle for your compliment, I just feel it. ”

Wu Yuan turned his head and looked at the familiar stranger. In another world, he wrote a song for her yesterday again, so what about this world?

"Is Mr. Wu from Yangzhou? It is a good place, I heard my father tell me that the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River have a different flavor compared with the mountains and rivers in the north. ”

The girl is a little incoherent at this moment, but this is not surprising, there are some things, you have struggled all your life, but you find that genius can solve it in only one hour, at that time, you have no jealousy for him, only deep admiration, if he is in front of you, when he solves this puzzle, then you will only look at him with more fanatical eyes.

"Yes, Jiangnan is about to enter autumn at this time, it is a very good place, this lady has also been to Jiangnan. ”

Wu Yuan's gaze fell on Shang Xiufang, and she nodded.

"Gangnam Good ......"

Speaking of this, she was a little choked, Yangzhou Shuanglong back then, now has returned to Jiangnan, in the sound of pipa, who cried the most in the seat, and there were also her tears.

"The south of the Yangtze River is good, the scenery is old and familiar, the sunrise river flowers are red, and the river water is as green as blue in spring. Can you remember Jiangnan?"

The man's clear voice rang in her ears, and he made another poem for her! As soon as this poem came out, the people around her exclaimed.

The first poem borrows from the past and the present, the second long poem is majestic, and the third poem is ordinary and extraordinary, and the taste of the moon is more and more timeless.

Those people looked at Shang Xiufang with envious eyes, how could this singer make this person make two poems like this for her in a row?

This is no ordinary poem, and many literati and writers will add the names of high-ranking officials and nobles to the title or preface after writing masterpieces. As a step to advancement. These poems written by this man today. If it is put in their hands and offered, it is enough to exchange for countless coveted things.

Shang Xiufang also felt the eager atmosphere of the people around her, and she looked at the man in front of her in a hazy gaze.

Who is he and why is he so good to her?

She didn't remember him at all, maybe a long time ago, when he was a child. In Luoyang and Yangzhou, I saw my performance, and he still remembered this big sister, and then met today, and he composed two poems for her.

"Thank you. ”

She deeply made a blessing to Wu Yuan, and then watched Wu Yuan surrounded by those literati and artists.

If it is said that the song of Dengyoutai made the people in the painting boat face up to Wu Yuan, then the pipa line is a bombshell, which makes the people in the entire painting boat silent. I don't have any self-confidence in writing poetry, and the only thought is where this demon jumped out. And as soon as this song of remembering Jiangnan came out, even Changsun Chong had to clap his hands and praise, and then gritted his teeth in his heart and decided to kill this goods!

Look at it, what Princess Changle has become, her eyes are shining, she has never shown such a smile to herself, she ......

Fortunately, this person is writing a poem for that singer, if he dedicates this poem to Princess Changle...... Thinking of this, Changsun Chong couldn't help but fight a cold war, if a woman changes her mind, it will be very difficult to redeem it, especially those talented women, they pay more attention to feelings, and Li Li's temperament is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, plus she has to mourn for three years, in the middle, if someone can make her happy all the time, then ......

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the eldest grandson Chong made up his mind that he must find an opportunity to kill Wu Yuan.

"This lady, it's getting late, I want to say goodbye, I wonder if Madame can give me the opportunity to ask for pipa instrumental music?"

If someone else said such a thing, everyone would laugh at this person for being a pervert, it was getting late, a merchant woman, you had to talk to people all night about pipa, but Wu Yuan's three poems were there, and he also said that he knew this woman.

How could such a person have evil thoughts? This can only be said because the poet and the ink are not informal, and if the husband of this singer heard that his wife and concubine could know such a great genius who was famous all over the world, and if he knew each other, he would definitely give her to this great talent, and when the time came, he would have achieved a good name.

"Mr. Wu, it's getting late at night, and there is still a quiet room in the painting boat, why don't we talk about how to ...... at night?"

Looking at Wu Yuan's enthusiasm for that singer, Li Lizhi didn't know why, she actually felt a feeling of jealousy in her heart, it was a yellow-faced woman in her thirties, but why did his gaze only stay on her? She gritted her teeth and sent out an invitation.

"No need, the night is dark, the ancients came with a fortune, and returned with a defeat, today thanks to your hospitality, Wu Yuan is grateful and takes his leave. ”

Wu Yuan instructed the eldest grandson Wujian, the three words of Mrs. Shang are equivalent to picking out Shang Xiufang's identity, Shang Xiufang nodded, and followed the eldest grandson Wujian down.

"Wait a minute. ”

Eldest Sun Chong heard Mrs. Shang's name, and suddenly, he remembered something, a strange look flashed in his eyes, how could someone in the world have such a magical pipa sound be an ordinary singer?

When he was a child, he had listened to Shang Xiufang's performance, and at this moment, he suddenly remembered who this person was. It is said that the Son of Heaven is interested in this woman, so ......

"Get out!"

With a wave of the eldest grandson's innocent sleeves, a strong wind swept through, and the eldest grandson stumbled. Although this man was said to be her brother's child, the thought of almost marrying Lizhi to this straw bale made her feel that she had taught him nothing in the past.

"Let them go, Mr. Wu, you stay first, I have a few words to ask you. ”

Li Xiuning, who was at the head of the seat, spoke, she took a deep look at Shang Xiufang and Wu Yuan, and said.

"Don't worry, Princess Jinyang won't like me. ”

Wu Yuan turned his head and said to Shang Xiufang, this sentence made Shang Xiufang, who was worried, laugh all of a sudden.

Someone dared to make such a joke about Princess Jinyang! This person was really bold.

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