"I don't know about this."

"There are so many things you don't know."

This sentence in the curtain seems to have other profound meanings.

"What does this mean?"

"Drink another bottle of wine." Song Biao did not answer Zhao Yue directly, but asked Zhao Yue to drink another bottle.

Looking at the full bottle of wine placed in front of him, Zhao Yue was stunned for a moment. He realized that maybe the Song Ye in front of him wanted to get him drunk.

As for what to do after getting drunk...

It doesn't seem difficult to imagine...

I heard that Song Yi was only in his twenties. Although he was more than ten years older than him, it didn't seem to matter.

That boy Zhao Sheng started dating girls when he was one year younger. Why can’t I, Zhao Yue, do the same?

Still a famous talented woman...

Um~What am I thinking?

Zhao Yue shook his head vigorously. After drinking the bottle of wine in front of him, he was already a little drunk. This beauty's reputation as a drunk was not in vain.

No more drinking.

Zhao Yue bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the tingling sensation on the tip of his tongue made him sober.

"Sir, my guest today is not for drinking, but for breaking into the building. Please give me a question!"

Breaking into a building?

"Ruan Fu can't even pass this building. You kid, do you think you can? If I hadn't wanted to talk to you more, I would have kicked you out earlier."

"Please ask a question."

Whether you pass or fail, let’s talk about it after doing it!

There was silence in the curtain for a long time. I don't know what Song Biao was thinking, but after a long time, her voice finally came through.

"Have you and your father learned any strange words?"

"Strange words?"

Zhao Yue was stunned for a moment.

"What is a strange word?"

The beauty in the curtain was a little disappointed and said: "The format is different, but it is catchy and can be sung."

Strange word?

Why does it sound like Song lyrics?

Logically speaking, the current mainstream is five-character poetry, while seven-character poetry has only just emerged and has not yet become mainstream. For seven-character poetry to become mainstream, it would have to be the Tang Dynasty.

This Song poem appeared in the Jin Dynasty and Jin Dynasty, and it sounds...

Why is it so strange?

"What? Your father never taught you? I just heard from people outside that you are quite talented in poetry and have extraordinary calligraphy. He must have valued your studies very much. Since he taught you poetry, why didn't he teach you Qi Ci?

"

Song Biao's tone was already a little unkind.

Zhao Yue wanted to say that, in fact, he had been leading troops to fight outside and had no time to teach him.

"Your Excellency, you might as well tell me something. Let me see if my father has taught me anything?"

There was silence in the curtain for a long time, and finally the word "good" was uttered.

Dang Dang Dang~

Song Biao was playing the piano in the curtain, and the sound of music started immediately. Along with the sound of the piano, there was also her voice as clear and clear as a lark, which was full of temptation and sadness, and in the sadness was a little affectionate concubine.

.

"The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers at night. It blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carvings and carriages fill the road with fragrance. The sound of phoenix and flute moves, the light of jade pot turns, and fish and dragons dance all night."

Those beautiful notes flow slowly from the strings. Sometimes they are high and passionate, like the sea water lapping at the shore at high tide; sometimes they are gentle and low, like an old loving mother calling her long-lost child; sometimes they are crisp and bright, like the gentle breeze.

Whispering through the green bamboo forest; sometimes sad and gentle, like the wife's deeply worried eyes and sighs from time to time waiting for the return of her husband who is guarding the outside...

This voice is so beautiful, and the sound of the piano is so wonderful.

So much so that Zhao Yue's mind was also attracted.

Thumb thump thump~

It’s not over yet!

"The moth is like a golden thread in the snow and willows. His laughter is full of fragrance. The crowd has searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly I look back, but that person is there, in a dimly lit place."

If Shangque is like a sudden rain and strong wind, Xiaque is like a stormy sea crashing on the shore.

wonderful!

Wonderful!

Zhao Yue couldn't help but clap his hands and cheer!

Xin Qiji's "The Green Jade Case·Yuan Xi", in Song Hao's mouth and hands, all its emotions bloomed.

I'm afraid that even if Xin Qiji himself comes, he will only clap his hands and cheer!

but...

Why is something wrong?

Zhao Yue opened his closed eyes.

Right!

It is now 326 AD, which is the Eastern Jin Dynasty!

This Xin Qiji is from the Southern Song Dynasty. There is a difference of more than a thousand years between the Southern Song Dynasty and the Eastern Jin Dynasty!

Something is wrong! Something is very wrong!

"Who wrote this strange word...?"

"Eh~"

Song Biao, who was in the pink curtain, let out a light sigh and said with some confusion: "This is written by your father and was given to me during the banquet that day. You didn't know?"

What?

Zhao Yue was stunned.

"This...this is impossible!"

My father is obviously a person from the Jin Dynasty, so how could he know Xin Qiji's poems and poems?

impossible!

This is absolutely impossible!!

"How is this impossible? Your father is a talented scholar. Otherwise, how would the Tianshui Zhao family dare to be called the home of classics, poetry, and poetry?"

You said that you are a scholar of classics, poetry, and poetry, so you must be capable.

The Zhao family in Tianshui, Zhao Xun was the only one who traveled south. If his talents and learning were not recognized by those who returned to the north, how could the Zhao family in Tianshui have any reputation?

"I mean this poem is impossible..."

Before Zhao Yue finished speaking, he knew that he had said too much.

The fact that my father might also be a time traveler shocked Zhao Yue so much that he was almost to the point where he would lose words if he said too much.

Fortunately, at the last moment, he restrained himself.

"Why is it impossible?"

The beauty Song Biao in the curtain frowned slightly.

"I didn't see this poem at home."

"Your father gave this to me. It's normal that I don't have it in my home."

Wait a minute~

Sent to you?

Zhao Yue raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the graceful figure in the pink curtain.

That is to say...

The reason why Song Yi kept him was not because he was interested in his little piece of fresh meat, but because he was interested in his cheap daddy's old bacon.

Good guy!

Giving messages to other people's concubines at a banquet, his father, Zhao Xun, had quite a lot of fun when he was young!
To be continued...