At the end of the Sui Dynasty, the world was in chaos. Li Tang ruled Chang'an by the rule of Guanzhong. After the first rise of Zhenguan, he had been peaceful for a hundred years. By the time of the current Fengliu Emperor Li Sanlang, he had reached a prosperous era. Because His Majesty has ascended the throne for a long time, he is tired of government affairs and admires pleasure, and he personally put on the orchestra to make the "Rich Skirt and Feather Clothes", the trend of joy spread from Chang'an to the world. The names of Li Guinian and others spread throughout the world. Because of the wealth of the people and the extravagance, fireworks in various places were flourishing. In Pingkangfang, Chang'an alone, there were as many as 40,000 prostitutes.

There are famous prostitutes, and naturally there are famous scholars, and the famous flowers complement each other.

The moon rises to the willows. The later the time is, the more noisy Huaisifang is. This is especially true tonight. Countless people in this state, especially young scholars who claim to be young, have rushed to Hualingju, and I want to take advantage of the fun that has never been seen for several years.

At this time, there were about a dozen people sitting in the main hall of Hualingju. Most of them were old and even shook their hair, but the table in the center was still hanging in the air.

"Old Xiao Hanlin is here!" At the entrance of the main hall, the turtle slave shouted a name, which startled all the "famous scholars" in the hall. They all stood up and came to the main entrance to welcome the first scholar in this state who was born in Jinshi and retired from the Hanlin Chengzhi position - Xiao Nanrang -

But what surprised these famous scholars who welcomed the marquis was that the first person to enter the main hall was a thirty-year-old figure dressed in a shirt. However, Xiao Hanlin, who used to pay the most attention to identity, lowered his body slightly and accompanied him with a smile on his face. When middle-aged people entered the main hall, bowed to the old celebrities, he sat straight under the guidance of Xiao Nanrang.

The casual arrogance of the visitor made the old celebrities feel confused, but even Xiao Nanrang was so respectful to him. What could they say? He recognized with a more eye-catching attitude that the ball shirt on the middle-aged man was made of tributes equivalent to gold. This was something that was priceless and he was even more secretive about the visitor's identity.

After these famous scholars sat down, some of the big merchants in the city came in one after another and took up their positions. As for the other ordinary people and ordinary scholars who had no names and could not afford to pay for the five-standard tea, they could only watch from outside the hall.

All the chaos stood still, and when the three buzzings of Yunluo sounded, the room was silent inside and outside, and the courtesan art officially started.

As soon as Luoyang Ju Congni appeared, it attracted a lot of surprise. Zhang Zhe, an old famous scholar in the city, immediately sighed: "When did Luoyang Ju come to such a person? Su Weng, have you heard from me?"

Nasu Weng is a wealthy old man over 60 years old. He smiled faintly when he heard this, "I only saw him today, but since Shin Ni dared to come from mask, he must have the confidence to win."

"What Mr. Su said is that Wansheng had seen three disputes between the courtesans in person, and he never saw anyone really coming from a mask. Guan Guan's voice was slightly poor, and this time it seemed even worse."

It turns out that all those who dare to compete for the courtesan are wonderful people. If the singing and dancing skills are similar, their appearance can play a crucial role in bonus points. This comes from the Nimao mask, which obviously means that they do not want to borrow their face to add points. If they want to win by singing alone, they will naturally have extraordinary skills. It is no wonder that the viewer below reacts like this.

The scene that had not been seen for more than ten years immediately caused heated discussions below and made the atmosphere even more enthusiastic. Seeing that Cheng Ni Yifu was the tribute, everyone held their breath and waited for her to show her singing voice.

Three light hits on the teeth, followed by the sound of the pipa. The master must be a master who plays the pipa. The sound of the wheel finger is soft and continuous. Especially after each play, the hooking hands make countless tremoloes, which are endless. In this hall of the spring night, the listener feels the faint sadness of autumn. The sound of the pipa is occasionally mixed with the sound of the pipa. The distant and leisurely finishing touch further sublimates the artistic conception created by the pipa. Li Zhe, who closes his eyes, seems to have been in the clear mountains of autumn. The yellow leaves in front of him fall with the wind, and the bells of the Zen Temple in the distant forest can be vaguely heard...

At this moment, I saw the masked man on the stage moving from the neon lotus steps, and his eyes like autumn water turned into the hall, and he sang in a gentle voice:

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows on the rocks.

The bamboos are noisy and the washing girl is washed away, and the lotus moves down the fishing boat. The spring flowers are at will, and the princes and grandsons can stay.

It seems that I have never heard her singing. The old celebrities in the hall were naturally brought into the forest after autumn with the pipa just now. Although the spring beauty in front of me has disappeared, the autumn scenery is also good, the new rain in the empty mountains, and there is only indescribable freshness and idle sorrow...

After a long time after singing from Ni, the whole room was still silent. After a long time, a word "good" broke out from the crowd outside the hall, which immediately caused a tide of harmony.

"Wen Xiao, do you know who made this word?" In the middle of the hall, the middle-aged audience wearing monoseluo applauded, and a smile appeared on the corner of their lips, and then they turned sideways and asked Old Xiao Hanlin.

"This sound is crisp and unfavorable. The whole piece sounds worrying but not worrying. It has reached the point where the Master said when he talks about joy, "sad but not hurt". The characters in the Marquis's mansion are indeed extraordinary. I am envious, so I am envious!" Xiao Nanrang, who knew his identity as Ni, said half-shot and half-seriously. He had just fallen into the realm of the song, so he did not hear the middle-aged question clearly for a while.

The middle-aged man in the Chinese costume waved his hand indifferently and said, "Wen Xiao, you are also from a Hanlin family, have you ever heard that who made this word?"

Just like the origin of the allusion "The Painting of the Wall in the Chess Pavilion", the sings among the fireworks in the brothels of Tang people are a masterpiece of poets and ciscos. This is why a poet can spread the world in just a few months. The only difference is that famous prostitutes in big provinces have new songs to sing, while remote or ordinary prostitutes can only use some old lyrics. Many times, just looking at the lyrics of the girls, she can distinguish her status, and naturally there are even first-class poets who are poor and destitute and born by writing lyrics for prostitutes.
Chapter completed!