The wine becomes a line and enters the cup, making a sound.

Zeng Shiquan showed his eyes and pressed down Li Yichen's slight body, and said coldly: "Speak well, sir, you have a lot of courage,"

Mr. Zhu was not afraid, and put the pot on his back and leaned firmly on the back of the chair, smiling brightly: "Is the master talking about me? I really don't know where to start. Hehe, this winter is a big winter, I can avoid the heating room and drink and listen to the wind. Isn't it wonderful and happy to be excited? I'm so excited. What courage does it take to recite a few poems?"

Zeng Shiquan's smiling eyes suddenly shot out a sharp light like a sharp blade, as if he had pierced Mr. Zhu's face and was scraping it one by one.

He leaned forward slightly and said gloomyly: "The sun and the moon are the word "ming", and the east wind is the east factory. Isn't this just a satirizing me to speak wind and use the power of the east factory to cover the sky with one hand?"

Mr. Zhu smiled and said, "I'm afraid that Master Zhang is really too concerned. The poem I just recited is called "Yong Liu". It describes that there is a small spring in winter. The east wind is rising and the willow branches are shaking. When this warm wind encounters cold, it will snow fly like flowers scattering in the world, covering the sky and the earth. It's just drinking it to make your body warm. When I think of the snow and clear frost on the outside, I think of this poem for a moment. This poem was written by Zeng Gong in the Song Dynasty. Zeng Wending Gong's name is Zigu, and he was from Nanfeng, Fuzhou. During the Yuanfeng period, he was appointed as the Zhongshu Sheren. His articles were great achievements, but his poems were covered by the name of the article. The world may not be widely circulated. Since this poem was written by the Song Dynasty, how could it be a satirizing Dongchang and Master Zhang?"

In the early Ming Dynasty, Zhu You, an editor of the Hanlin Academy, selected eight people who achieved great success in the articles of the Tang and Song dynasties and compiled them into "The Collection of Eight Masters". Since then, the world has become known as the Eight Masters of the Tang and Song dynasties. Zeng Gong is one of the eight masters. He said that his poems were not widely spread, but in order to take care of Zeng Shiquan's face, so as not to make him too ashamed. However, in the eyes of the family, this is a greater irony. Chang Sihao had limited knowledge of literature, but Shao Fang and Gao Yang both understood Mr. Zhu's trick of using the past to satirize the present and transforming flowers and trees. However, the two had no good feelings for Zeng Shiquan, so although they knew it in their hearts, they were happy to listen to Mr. Zhu's jokes and make this dull boy.

Li Yichen didn't have much Chinese in his heart, and I don't know if there was such a "Zeng Wen Ding Gong". However, when he looked at his face, he always felt that the other party was showing off his own clothes. His face gradually turned blue, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows were twisted like a hemp rope. He couldn't help but aim at Zeng Shiquan, and he wanted to do it at any time.

At this time, there was an uproar outside the four sides, and applause was heard. Someone placed five waist drum-shaped four-hole hollow embroidery slogans on the stage. The stunning four-brother sisters each walked onto the stage with a musical instrument. They separated two times. Shui Yanxiang appeared behind her with a fragrant mahogany five-stringed pipa. She had changed into a snow-colored cross-collar skirt, with a faint blue flower print on each sleeve and at the legs of the skirt. A glimmer of light shines under the lamp, and with her light steps, she brought out a graceful momentum.

No one spoke, coughed, or even breathed heavily in the room, and everyone quietly saluted her.

Shui Yanxiang was calm and sat on the embroidery pier in the center of the platform. She gently raised her left leg and pressed her right knee. When the skirt was settled, she just covered her feet, and only a small tip was exposed outside.

The shoes have also been replaced. They are no longer the wooden style when dancing, but the white background and blue edges. The fabric is bright and shiny, with the texture of porcelain.

She calmed down the pipa in her arms, and her eyes slowly swept forward. The breath of people condensed, and the heartbeats in the hall immediately.

Shuiyan smiled.

The tranquility after this hustle and bustle made her face look drunk, as if the shyness of a little girl meeting a stranger for the first time, making people feel that she now seems to be two completely different beings from her who was laughing outside on the railings just now.

A loud sound was illuminated, as if a little dragon flew away from the string, and the rhyme in the bard hall was endless.

She pressed the strings with a slender finger, smiled gently, and said, "Xiaoxiang has written a new song recently. Do you want to listen to it?"

When people smile knowingly, the answer is of course, but some nonsense is only good if they say it. Even if too high expectations are perfectly satisfied, they will still disappoint them, but this sentence makes people feel relaxed.

Shui Yanxiang snapped her fingers, and the four-broken sisters sat down, rubbing the strings and playing with the sound of the music, the melody was soft, like the fog in the empty mountains, and the dew slept with fragrant orchids.

A faint pipa glow slowly injected unexpectedly, and the singing of the fragrant water came with it, singing: "The snow melts in the night and turns into ice, the streets are deserted, the clouds are like passing water, the meteor showers are fierce, silent, countless dreams throughout the ages, but loneliness is hard to wake up, I don't know who is with you in this life, I wish you a sign of flowers to be thin, the pen is snake and dragon, the love is full of fate, and a encounter is exchanged; wipe off all kinds of things, and you will be calm for a lifetime..."

Her mouth is light and round, her breath is free of fireworks, her voice is light and pleasant, soft and gentle, like a clear spring gushing into the stream, forming a kind of frictionless infiltration with the music.

The occasional music of the pipa ding winter is as brittle and transparent as jade, just like the starlight that gives the sky counterweight.

"Lonely cannot wake up..."

Chang Sihao's eyes were lost, and his eyes were clear, and a picture appeared in his heart. It was a courtyard with chrysanthemums blooming like a tingling sound of water. On the two-story building, there was a girl stroking the railing with her hands, her long eyelashes drooping. Looking at the slowly running water wheel in the courtyard, her expression was quiet and lonely.

Everyone in the hall listened quietly, and felt a heart disappearing with them, each with its illusory hearts and scenery, and their own feelings.

After the song was finished, the jade fingers left the strings, Shui Yanxiang slowly stopped her breath and her body was slightly owed a gift.

However, the hall was silent for a long time, and no one cheered.

She was a little surprised and raised her head and looked left and right: "What, doesn't it sound nice?"

When Chang Sihao heard the sentence "I don't know who is with Xu Jinsheng", he felt a grip in his heart. He thought that Qin Ziyin woke up from loneliness, but he wanted to get the love of others, but he finally met himself. Things in the world are impermanent, and always make people so powerless. Inadvertently, he felt the weight on his eyelashes. He immediately restrained his mind and hurriedly reached out to applaud, cheered loudly, gently covering up this unsuppressible emotion.

Everyone in the hall looked stunned, still immersed in some illusion. Chang Sihao's colorful voice brought them to their senses, and sparse applause rang out, and suddenly it formed a torrent of heavy rain and wind.

Shui Yanxiang's wonderful eyes turned around, and she stopped on Chang Sihao's face for a moment, smiling like a flower. Looking back at everyone's appearance, she seemed to feel that it was just like that. She raised her hand and snapped her fingers to ask for wine.

Some people couldn't help but exclaim: "Miss Water's song, the melodious lyrics are really a fantasy of immortals, and they make people forget their worries when they hear it." People around them nodded, and some echoed: "Not bad, this song seems to be slowly pouring down from head to toe, and the whole body is warm. I really feel intoxicated. For a moment, I can't even remember where I am." For a while, many people praised each other, and suddenly someone said, "It's bad, it's bad." As soon as the hall was quiet, everyone's eyes focused on him.

This man is about thirty years old, with a thin figure, and a yellow and scorched face with short beards. He dressed as a rich man. In the winter, he still held a small bamboo fan in his hand. Seeing that everyone looked at him, he stood up and said, "Don't you hear the four words "Lonely is hard to wake up"? It's hard to wake up. This song is not a pleasant work. It actually tells the loneliness of life, which is a sad and painful article for all eternity. Have you ever experienced the dream of midnight, putting your clothes on your bed, but you see the fragrance in the window, the bamboo in the courtyard is silent, the stars are faint, the earth is covered with moon frost, which makes people feel choked in my heart, and a ray of depression in my heart. It is hard to describe the meaning of this song. The gentle and detailed feeling is like expressing my heart, singing the desolation here, so I think that all the masters misunderstood," as they spoke, shaking their heads north and south, pointing to the east and west, looking like a sour look.

As soon as these words were said, some nodded in agreement, some refuted, several groups of people held their own opinions and debated each other, while others disdained to participate. Seeing these people shook their heads repeatedly, closed their eyes, and savored the afterglow on their own.

On the stage, Shui Yanxiang was holding a wine pot and drinking happily. She looked at Chang Sihao for a while and thought: "I thought there was no music except Brother Cang's Bailongqin, but I didn't expect that the girl Shui's pipa was so nice. However, the lyrics in her words were like telling her daughter's thoughts, which was very different from the feeling of writing poems on the wall. Look at her drinking and singing music, and there was no worry or pain. Lord Cheng's daughter, I'm afraid she wouldn't be in this mood." She moved her hand and stroked her neck. The jade pendant in the sac was still there. When she pressed it, it hurt her sternum slightly, but a burst of disappointment came to her heart.

"Ha ha ha ha,,"

A few sudden laughter pressed down the noise in the hall. A man on the east side opened his arms and shouted: "You have a lot of debates, but I didn't think about it. The song "Shui Girl" is wonderful and is inseparable. But you have taken it apart. This is wonderful, the song "Shui Girl" is beautiful, the pointing method is outstanding, and the other praises her for writing lyrics. They can show off their own jealousy. Wouldn't it let Miss Water watch a joke?"

The man Wensuo slapped the small fan in his palm and said, "This is reasonable. No matter how much we say it, it is a blind man's elephant. The lyrics and melodies emphasize the charm, just like a person who reaches the top, and only then can he stand on the top of the lotus and a sharp flies. The stream is imitating on the paper, and there is a sound of a spring in the white space. Everything is shining, so why do you say it?" After saying that, the fan swung his small fan and sat down leisurely.

The man on the east side said, "Well, Miss Water looks graceful, like a fairy, and you will be drunk when you watch it. No matter what song or lyrics you sing, aren't they all the same ecstasy?"

Wen Xuan Gong pointed at the fan and said, "I thought you understood. It seems that you are a fool, you are also a good-looking person, what does it have to do with the song?"

The man from the east said, "Why doesn't it matter? Everything is one. If an old woman in her eighty-year-old plays the pipa, no matter how beautiful it sounds, I'm afraid you won't come."

Wen Xuan patted the table and said, "Why can't it? Even if there are 40 or 50 years, as long as Miss Shui is still playing here, I will come and listen,"

His words were very sincere, which moved several people. The people in the east shouted "hypocrisy". The two of them quarreled, and the rest of the people started to speak again. The chicken rack laughed loudly: "Everyone, you don't feel sorry for saliva. You are feeling a little sad for you. Haha, I think everyone should stop fighting. Why don't you argue again? Why don't you ask Miss Water to play another song to fill our ears?" When people woke up, they closed their mouths. The people who argued lost their opponents and then silenced. The noise disappeared for a while. The man Wen Yao wanted to say something, but the man in his deskmate pulled his clothes underneath, so he sat down in a bad mood.

Shui Yanxiang was drinking enthusiastically while watching people comment and arguing. At this moment, she had already drunk more than half of the pot of wine in her hand. Seeing this scene, she smiled and said, "Okay, I saw that you were talking lively just now, and I really couldn't bear to disturb you. In fact, you have praised me for playing well. Xiaoxiang is grateful. After all, it was practiced day by day. I praised me for being beautiful. What should I say? This face was given by my parents. You

If you praise me, I can only thank my parents. But, after all, youth is limited, and people will always get used to me when they get old. You will always be used to seeing me, tired of seeing me, tired of seeing me, and tired of seeing me. At that time, how can Xiaoxiang be with you... Haha, I won’t say more, fortunately, now I still have a lot of youth in my hands. You are my parents of food and clothing, close friends, come, hold up those who have wine, Xiaoxiang will give you a glass of wine, first."

She didn't wait for others, and she raised her head and whispered a big gulp of wine.

Everyone was stunned by her words, and they held the wine in their hands and forgot to drink it. Some people also heard the infinite loneliness and sorrow of her half-drunk and half-awake words. Dasheng sighed, and his eyes turned red.

Shui Yanxiang bent down and put the remaining half pot of wine at her feet, muttering to herself: "What are you singing?"

She straightened up and looked stunned for a while without making any more noise. It seemed that the moment she bent down just now made her drunkenly, she was a little intoxicated. She held her hand and slightly adjusted the tupa without consciousness. Her eyes were sprinkled around, and she paused slightly when she turned to Chang Sihao's table, narrowed her eyes and murmured, "Well, let's take the topic just now, let's take a while,"

The fake armor wheel tweaked, and the song started to sing, "I wish my eyes were turbid, my body was deserted, and my autumn crops were declining, but it was the beauty of the world. I wish I could happen in vain, climb high and drunk with tears, and the past is joyful and joyful in tears, without regrets in youth, I wish to live in Fengdu, drink thirsty water, marry a fairy to be a wife, give birth to a nest of ghosts... Haha... Hahaha..." She played the song and shook her head, and now she sang, and was very happy to be in a wandering body. After singing the last two sentences, she couldn't help laughing out loud. Her lower jaw was raised high, and the lower half of her snow chest shook with the laughter, and the light marks were dazzling for a while.

The chicken slammed and shrugged her shoulders and rubbed her hands. She knew that it was not good for her to do so. When she looked back at her master, she saw Mr. Xu swaying her head and slapped her hands. She seemed to think that no matter what Shui Yanxiang sang, it was wonderful. Everyone listened to this song and sang it soothingly and nicely. They shouted ok during the interlude. After hearing this passage, it was so evil that it looked at each other awkwardly, and no one could praise it anymore.

Shui Yanxiang was happy to sing, and picked up her toes and drank wildly. One of the four sisters on the stage looked forward slightly, smiled and looked around, and suggested: "Girl, most of the guests who came here today are talented and well-educated. Why not let them write lyrics on the spot, and you will sing," she said.

When everyone heard this idea, they immediately became possessed by the disciples, and they felt energetic again. They immediately said in a ling: "The lyrics we wrote can be sung by the girl's mouth. That is a great honor. If you want to get it, you have to get it." "Haha, the talented man wrote the lyrics and beautiful women sang. We are so lucky. This matter will surely achieve a legend of eternal origin. Come on, I will be the first to write it."

Shui Yanxiang smiled and put down the wine pot, looking at everyone and said, "Everyone is talented and well-educated, then Pan Anzijian is everywhere on the street," Cha Jijia hurriedly said, "Talent but not talented. It seems that girls should respond better and be the chief examiner of the beauty, which is also a beautiful talk," Shui Yanxiang laughed out loud.

Mr. Xu was unprepared for this. Seeing that Shui Yanxiang was happy, everyone was excited, so they were naturally overjoyed. They were busy taking the pen and ink and distributing it all over the place. However, when they saw that there were many people asking for paper, they couldn't help but frown. They looked up the chicken stand and said loudly: "Everyone, Miss Shui is delicate and has hundreds of lyrics. I'm afraid she can't finish singing until dawn. If you don't want to write one, each person will only write one poem. She will choose the ones in the collection, and sing them. How about it?"

Although everyone was reluctant, they didn't want others to feel that they didn't know how to be merciful and nodded. Wen Xuan Gong suddenly said, "Miss Shui, if the poem is selected, there should be some reward," someone refuted, "It's a great blessing to be selected from one in a hundred, and it's a great reward, what else do you need?" Wen Xuan Gong smiled slightly and pointed at Shui Yanxiang's feet with a fan and said, "No need for anything else, as long as the girl gives the half pot of wine, it's all." Suddenly, there were boos in the hall and laughter filled the hall.
Chapter completed!