Chapter 106: The Twenty-Four Bridges Moon Night (Part 2)

Before Tang Cheng could think about whether to receive flowers, the prostitute who came with Guan Guan had already spoken in a joint voice: "Young Master, don't accept flowers and write poems? Don't let Guan Guan down." There were many people in them, and for a moment, there were really a sound of orioles on the twenty-four bridges, which attracted passers-by on both sides to gather here.

"Don't be afraid of your little brother. No matter how bad you chant, Guan Guan can only agree. You can never run away for a happy night." The prostitute's words immediately attracted laughter and echoed. Then someone said that he went to the flute pavilion. Tang Cheng and Guan Guan were hugged by the prostitute to go to the small pavilion opposite the bridge.

Tang Cheng and Ling Yi, who followed Han Xiao in the group, smiled bitterly, but in return she was her bright smile.

The flute pavilion pressed the bridge head on the other side of the twenty-four bridges and hugged Tang Cheng into the pavilion, the prostitutes would adjust the instruments they brought with them either in the pavilion or on the pavilion, and wait for Tang Cheng to finish his poems and then sing and playing them immediately.

The attraction of more than twenty prostitutes gathering together is so great. In just a moment, a large circle of people gathered outside the flute pavilion at the twenty-four bridge, and many passers-by were rushing here from afar.

At this time, the bright moon was just right, and the water was rippling under the Twenty-Four Bridges where the long rainbow lies lingered, and even the flute pavilion where you are is elegant and fresh. The night view in this corner of Yangzhou is really beautiful. Under this scene, Tang Cheng, who was surrounded by prostitutes in the middle of the pavilion, would not even think about not reciting poems.

"Forcing a good person to be prostitute!" Tang Cheng sighed in his heart and wanted to speak. In fact, since he saw the twenty-four bridges, there was a poem that he could not linger in his chest. Now he doesn't have to worry about it.

Before he could speak, the prostitute on the side had already stopped him by laughing and laughing, "You just recite to Guan Guan first, remember to whisper with whispers!"

Tang Cheng didn't expect that there was such a rule when he recited a poem, and Guan Guan, who was beside him, had already snuggled up. He wrapped his hands around Tang Cheng's neck and put his crystal earlobes on him.

The young men and women in the flute-blowing pavilion were illuminated under the bright moon. This scene was in line with the charm of Yangzhou, which was "the two-part rogue is Yangzhou", which attracted cheers from the outside of the pavilion. It often recorded that the social atmosphere of the Tang people is open, which shows that it is obvious.

After following the local customs, Tang Cheng immediately whispered to Guan Guan of the poem.

The prostitutes in the Tang Dynasty, especially those like Guan Guan who could live in the best places, had to understand some poetry and music, after all, this was one of their capital for eating. So even if they couldn't tell the quality of poetry, they could still feel it. As Tang Cheng chanted in a low voice, Guan Guan's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"What poem, Guan Guan quickly talk about it." After Tang Cheng finished speaking, Guan Guan was a little stunned, and the prostitute's urging question woke her up.

"It's so bright and bright night, can you still bear to be unfaithful and unfaithful?" Guan Guan first gave Tang Cheng a soft voice, then walked to the prostitutes who were holding the pipa and whispered a few words. At this moment, the pedestrians watching the fun outside the pavilion could not help but urge, "What poem did you recite by the little brother?"

After a word of mouth, the prostitutes inside and outside the pavilion plucked the long strings as the woman holding the pipa gently plucked the long strings. A clear and handsome sound flowed out of the pipa in their hands. At the same time, the other prostitutes holding teeth also hit the tune of the pipa.

It was with the sound of the pipa and the jingling of teeth. Guan Guan stepped forward a few steps to the stone steps on the bridgehead in front of the pavilion.

But it turned out that what Guan Guan said to the prostitutes just now was not the content of the poem, but the music required for the accompaniment. As for what poems Tang Cheng recited, she needed to sing them in public. In other words, this form is quite similar to the Tang people's favorite method of painting walls in the chess pavilion.

Everyone in Yangzhou knew these rules of prostitutes. As soon as they saw Guanguan, the spectators outside the pavilion stopped. For a moment, the entire Twenty-Four Bridge was silent.

At this moment, Guan Guan at the bridge head became the focus of the focus. She was already beautiful and added a bit of beautiful color under the reflection of the moon. When another gust of autumn wind sounded, Guan Guan opened his lips and sang:

The green mountains are faintly drifting, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered. On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where can the jade man teaches to play the flute!

Ling Yi stood on the side of the bridge outside the pavilion, listening to the clear songs of Guan Guan intently. In fact, when she was just on the other end of the bridge, she had every time to attract Tang Cheng to avoid these prostitutes. But she did not. The encounter with Tang Cheng and even the tacit understanding that night was as beautiful as a spring dream in the south of the Yangtze River. She couldn't tell the reason and the reason, but it was so beautiful that it was fascinating. She just wanted to hear how many wonderful things the man in front of her, who sang in the river "How many things are in the past and present, they are all laughing at."

When Tang Chengzhen was brought here by the prostitutes and whispering poems, Ling Yi suddenly became a little nervous in her heart. She suddenly became a little scared in her heart. She was afraid that Tang Cheng's poems were too mediocre and too dull, and she was afraid that because of this mediocrity and dullness, she had ruined the almost perfect memory of that night. When Guan Guan officially stood on the twenty-four bridgehead, her nervousness had reached its peak.

After listening to Guan Guan sing the poem, Ling Yi let out a long breath and finally let go of his mind. The green mountains are faint and the flowing water is long. Although the season has passed early autumn, Yangzhou, Jiangnan still has a prosperous grass and trees, and greenery, especially the combination of "六" and "六" is extremely vivid. As for "六" and "六" on the bright moonlit night of the Twenty-Four Bridges, where can the jade man teaches to play the flute" not only matches the current environment, but also illuminates the prosperity of Yangzhou in the night, but also cleverly uses allusions. It can be said that it is the supreme wonderful thing to win three goals at one stroke!

This poem is elegant, elegant, elegant and cool. It is the most rare thing to use a rare word to make people recite it. It is easy to chant it. Guan Guan just finished singing the first time. Before she could repeat it, Ling Yi, who was influenced by her talented cousin since she was a child, had accurately judged the value of this poem.

After this poem of Songs was sang in public, Yangzhou was destined to have another popular famous poem!

Guan Guan's voice is a bit melancholy, which is really a wonderful natural result in cooperating with this poem. This is the first time Tang Cheng has listened to Tang Dynasty songs. For students like him who graduated from the Chinese department in later generations, Guan Guan's singing poems has only indescribable charm, and he was addicted to it for a moment.

According to the convention, a short poem with a system usually takes three times to finish. When Guan Guan finished singing the second time, Tang Cheng still listened to him with a long and delicate hand. When he turned his head to look, he saw that Ling Yi had walked into the pavilion at some point. At this time, he was holding one of his hands and winking, "Go!"

Tang Cheng moved his footsteps quietly. At this time, the people in the pavilion focused on the accompaniment, so he did not pay too much attention to his subtle movements. After the two of them turned from the pavilion to the crowd, Ling Yi suddenly pulled Tang Cheng. The two of them ran out of the crowd, and just waited for the two of them to run out of the crowd. Guan Guan at the twenty-four bridgehead sang the last two lines of the third fold, "On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridge, where can the jade man teach the flute to play the flute?" The whole poem was concluded with the pipa plucking sound!

Then, I heard the prostitutes' "good poem" admiration, "Oh, Guan Guan, your little husband is gone."

Hearing the sound behind her, Ling Yi couldn't help laughing, but she held Tang Cheng's hand without loosening at all, and her feet were running faster and faster.

After running into the right turn, Ling Yi stopped. When the two of them looked at each other, they couldn't help laughing at the same time.

Seeing that Tang Cheng was still looking back to visit him while he was breathing, Ling Yi said lightly, as if he was talking to himself: "The color of Guan Guan is pretty good."

After turning on this road, the moonlit night of the Twenty-Four Bridges is no longer visible, but the melodious ancient tunes and the sound of poetry seem to be still lingering in Tang Cheng's ears, "It's so beautiful to accompany Tang poetry with Tang poetry!"

Tang Cheng also said to himself with emotion, so Ling Yi didn't hear clearly, "What?"

"Oh, nothing?" Tang Cheng smiled when he woke up. He had an old problem again. He actually forgot that he was an authentic Tang man now, and he was still judging Guan Guan's poem from the perspective of future generations. "I mean Guan Guan is good at singing."

"She sang well, but whoever Yangzhou prostitutes could get on the table is poor? The song that moved just now was not singing, but poetry." He led his hand to signal Tang Cheng to continue walking forward, and Ling Yi chanted the poem just now with a wild voice.

The green mountains are faintly drifting. The grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered. On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where can the jade man teaches to play the flute! Lingyi's voice is refreshing, and her chanting poems and Guan Guan's singing poems are definitely two different flavors. But it is also moving.

The refreshing sound of chanting poems spread slowly in the night sky. When Tang Cheng listened quietly, he couldn't help but look up at the bright moon in the sky. The comfortable time always passed very quickly. Before he knew it, the moon, as big as a jade plate, had jumped high above the willow branches.

The night is getting deeper!

After Ling Yi finished singing, Tang Cheng, who was walking side by side with her, pondered for a while, and finally said, "The night is already deep, it's time to go back."

"Oh!" Ling Yi, who was originally very excited, was a little excited by Tang Cheng's words. She looked up at the moon like Tang Cheng had just now, "I will wait for you on the Twenty-four Bridge tomorrow at 3 o'clock in the first hour of You, let's go boating and travel to the West Lake at night."

"I should leave and return home tomorrow morning." When I said this, Tang Cheng was inevitably deeply saddened. Although he had only been with Ling Yi twice, he felt a deep reluctance when he was about to leave. This feeling had nothing to do with the moon, but Tang Cheng felt a special understanding and intimacy when he was with Ling Yi.

With a woman who met by chance, she got along so contentedly without restraint, without any scruples, and without considering the pros and cons, everything is out of nature, and so on. In short, Tang Cheng found a feeling of later generations that had gradually become unfamiliar in these two night trips with Ling Yi. This feeling was very similar to the later generations that had traveled through time. On a lonely night, they met a woman in a bar. They did not ask about their occupations or names, and they put aside everything around them, just drinking and chatting together. When the wine was over, they all divided their things.

Later generations of fine wines in the Tang Dynasty, the so-called white hair is as fresh as new as new, and although it is difficult to encounter in real life, there are still some, such as the Ling Yi in front of you to Tang Cheng.

What made Tang Cheng reluctant may not be the person Ling Yi, but the feeling when he was with her, a feeling of complete relaxation and tacit understanding. This is also the reason why Tang Cheng never spoke to her during two night trips to ask about her life experience. There are many kinds of relationships that are always simpler, the simpler the better!

Ling Yi's steps suddenly stopped, "You are leaving? So fast!".

"Not fast, I've been staying in Yangzhou for five or six days." Tang Cheng's steps naturally stopped, "Although Yangzhou is good, it's not the place where the village is located."

"Yes!" Ling Yi's face was indeed very dim, and the voice was filled with the bleak atmosphere of early autumn. "The thin West Lake, filled with fog at night under the moon, is the most moving, but unfortunately..."

Ling Yi's experience made Tang Cheng feel more reluctant. Finally, he endured it and did not say the words he would stay for a few more days. After all, there were so many things at home, and he went to Yangzhou this time. Maybe his father and mother, Li Yingwan and Lan Cao would miss him much, "The banquet that was always separated..."

As soon as he said halfway, Tang Cheng suddenly moved his heart and reached out to hold Ling Yi, "Let's go, let's go boating and rafting at night to the West Lake."

Without waiting for Ling Yi to say anything, Tang Cheng was already dragged forward.

When he arrived in Yangzhou in person, Tang Chengcai learned that the description of "the prosperous Tang Dynasty" in historical books was not false; and after knowing Ling Yi, he personally felt that the unrestrained and enthusiastic women in the prosperous Tang Dynasty recorded in the historical books were indeed true. After all, Jinzhou was too small, and Jinzhou surrounded by mountains was more conservative in social atmosphere! Perhaps it was not until the impact of the Kaiyuan prosperous era that Jinzhou would truly be immersed in the grand and open temperament of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

At the forefront of Yangzhou, facing a woman like Ling Yi, Tang Cheng suddenly returned to his future generations.

After all, the night is not light. In order to save time, Tang Cheng pulled Ling Yi and ran quickly in the light of the water. Against the backdrop of the swallow towers on both sides, Xixi night breeze blew the clothes of the two of them, and the scene in front of him could be seen.

Tang Cheng pulled Ling Yi out of the side alley and turned into the main street on the other side. He ran into a large group of people head-on. What was so desperate was that Wu Yujun was actually among the group of people.

"Acheng, how long has it been? Are you still going there? Hehe! Could it be that you are going to Kuaihuo Tower, too?" Wu Yujun finally recognized Ling Yi beside Tang Cheng after he finished making jokes. He was inevitably embarrassed when he bowed to the ceremony. The Kuaihuo Tower, which they just came out, was the most famous brothel in Yangzhou.

The fat man Zhou Lirong was walking in the middle of this group of people. He was originally whispering something while walking with the merchant beside him. At this time, he turned his head as Wu Yujun said. After seeing Tang Cheng and the others clearly, the expression on this guy's face suddenly changed like he had seen a ghost.
Chapter completed!