Wang Cuiqiao stretched his jade arms and hit the stones with a silver hairpin, making a jingle sound. A magical scene happened. The stubborn stones soaked in the water really turned into a musical instrument like a musical instrument. The sound of the knock was beautiful and rhythmic. Even the guards hiding in the distance couldn't help but hold their breath and tilted their ears and sounded.

Xu Jin felt refreshed and subconsciously sat upright. The rhythm of the song was bright and jumping, making people's mood jump. The most amazing thing was that the music seemed to be able to blend with the bright moon in the sky and the streams in the valley, blending with the scene and feeling, and it was really smooth both body and mind.

At this time, Wang Cuiqiao tapped the stone and sang the pearl lips. He didn't know what dialect it was. In short, Xu Jin couldn't understand it. However, after the first syllable was sing, Xu Jin immediately had goose bumps all over his body, what is crispy opening and sound of nature? This is, to describe it in a fashionable sentence - his ears are pregnant.

"My goodness, the fifth lady's singing is simply not too nice." Zhao Datou stroked his big bald head with an intoxicated expression on his face.

The young generals Liu Xian and others who came to hear the sound were also fascinated by the sound, hiding in the shadows in the distance, like dumb geese.

Xu Jin could have heard some tricks at this time. What Qiaoer sang was a bit like Hindi and the style was a bit similar. It was just sang it from Qiaoer's golden voice, which was more than ten times more beautiful.

After the song was finished, Wang Cuiqiao beat the melody for a while before the performance ended. Yingying stood up and smiled sweetly, "Husband, Qiao is showing off her ugly appearance."

Xu Jin had already clapped hard at this time, shaking his head and said, "This song should only be found in the sky. How many times can I hear it in the world? It's magical and the sound of nature!"

Wang Cuiqiao burst into laughter, and immediately looked as beautiful as spring flowers. She was exaggerated by her husband, but she was as happy as a little girl.

"What Qiaoer sang folk songs from Mughals?" Xu Jin asked with a smile.

Wang Cuiqiao's beautiful eyes lit up: "How did you know about it, have you heard of it?"

Xu Jin shook his head and said, "I haven't guessed it!"

Wang Cuiqiao was unbelievable when she heard this, but she was just so coincidental. She guessed it. However, she had been accustomed to Xu Jin's endless knowledge, so she did not ask questions, but nodded and said, "This song is indeed a folk song from the Mughal area. Qiaoer listened to the locals when he was traveling, so she recorded it and composed it into a song to polish it. Unfortunately, the manuscripts are now lost." After saying that, she sighed.

Xu Jin smiled and said, "The manuscripts of Qiaoer are still in Shache City. After Hasmu has sacrificed the city, I have ordered people to keep them properly."

Wang Cuiqiao said happily when she heard this: "Really?"

"It's more true than pearls. These are the hard work I have earned from traveling for four years. How could my husband not cherish it?" Xu Jin said with a smile.

Wang Cuiqiao was so happy that she threw herself into Xu Jin's arms like a slut, and said excitedly: "Thank you, my husband."

It is not suitable for children. Liu Xian and others who were hiding in the distance quickly escaped when they saw this, so as not to be discovered by the general and could not take it.

Xu Jin hugged Wang Cuiqiao's charming slender waist and smiled, "Jiao'er really wants to thank me for my husband, so why not let that poem be spared."

Wang Cuiqiao said coquettishly: "That's not possible. As the saying goes, a gentleman will say a quick horse and a whip. The great Ming Dynasty's Beijing King cannot speak without trust. Come on, don't fool around. Even if it's not as good as the rolling Yangtze River flowing eastward, it must be not far away, otherwise the Qiaozi will not follow."

Xu Jin couldn't help but smile bitterly. This song "Linjiangxian" is the pinnacle of the life of the talented man Yang Shen. Where do you ask me to get a song that is not far from the level? What's more, it's the case of limited poem titles.

Xu Jin was about to act like a scoundrel with a thick face, but suddenly a flash of inspiration in his mind. Perhaps Mr. Jin could borrow the song for excuses, and his level was not as good as Yang Shen's "Linjiangxian", but the importance of being that his momentum and style matched his past poems, so he let go of his hand holding Wang Cuiqiao's slender waist and paced against the moon by the stream.

Seeing this, Wang Cuiqiao's beautiful eyes were blooming and she was waiting with anticipation!

At this time, our Master Xu pretended to cough lightly and chanted loudly: "It is hard for us to be the heroes in the world..."

Wang Cuiqiao's eyes suddenly turned bright. As soon as this sentence came out, a grand atmosphere hit the Tathagata, which was exactly the same style as Xu Jin's poems.

At this time, Xu Jin said again: "As soon as you enter the world, you can't stand the Kunlun and chat and laugh, you can't beat the drunkenness of life. Holding a sword and wielding a ghost rain, white bones are like mountain birds, and the world is like tide people like water. How many people will return to the battlefield? "

This poem is called "Life Rivers and Lakes", also known as Ren Woxing. Mr. Jin wrote for the movie "Swordsman" and is magnificent, heroic and unruly, and full of the vicissitudes of the world. The emotions expressed are similar to Yang Shen's poem "Linjiangxian". At this time, Xu Jin used it to slightly change it, which was natural and seamless.

"The heroes in the world come out of us, and as soon as they enter the world, they are destroyed by the years. They are trampling on Kunlun and chatting and laughing, and life is drunk. They hold their swords and cross the cavalry and wave ghost rain, and the bones are like mountain birds flying. The world is like tide people like water. How many people return to the battle on the battlefield?" Wang Cuiqiao sang the poem softly, his eyes full of shiny little stars.

Xu Jin felt a little embarrassed and coughed lightly, "Can this look beholden to my eyes?"

Wang Cuiqiao exclaimed: "My husband is obviously very young, but he wrote such vicissitudes of poetry. It is reasonable now. But when my husband was just a scholar, he chanted the rolling Yangtze River flowing eastward on the Tengwang Pavilion, which is really surprising!"

Xu Jin laughed dryly with guilt: "My husband is called young and old."

Wang Cuiqiao chuckled: "My husband's guilty appearance is very suspicious at this moment. Could it be that it was fabricated by someone else?"

Xu Jinhan said: "Whose fabrication was made? Have you ever heard of it before my husband made it?"

"Of course there isn't, so it's strange. Sometimes Qiaoer suspects that his husband is a thousand-year-old demon who practices as an adult." Wang Cuiqiao giggled with her little mouth covering her little mouth.

"Okay, I dare to make fun of you as my husband. I really don't get a house and remove the tiles for three days. Please ask for family rules!" Xu Jin smiled and controlled Wang Cuiqiao, and hit the slap twice on the shark.

The latter was so embarrassed that he buried Qiao in Xu Jin's arms like an ostrich and begged for mercy: "I will never dare again, my husband will spare Qiaoer's experience."

After Xu Jin got tired of his hands, he let go of Wang Cuiqiao. The latter shyly cut his hair and temples, then turned around and walked back.

Xu Jin smiled and chased after him: "Where is Qiaoer going?"

Wang Cuiqiao angrily said, "It's late at night, so naturally I'm going back to sleep!"

Xu Jin yawned and said, "That's right, I'm sleepy for my husband!"

Wang Cuiqiao couldn't help but feel like she was raving. Although the two already had a husband and wife, she still felt a little embarrassed to live in the same camp in front of everyone.

Fortunately, Xu Jin just sent her to the entrance of the tent and stopped walking: "Jiu'er has been frightened these days and has been tired all day. Let's take a break." After that, he turned around and headed to the nearby handsome tent.

Wang Cuiqiao was both relieved and a little disappointed, and said softly: "Husband stay!"

Xu Jin stopped and turned around: "Is there anything wrong with Qiaoer?"

Wang Cuiqiao smiled and said, "Who is the best poem you just called?"

Xu Jin thought for a while and said, "Why would you like to give me a name?"

"How about the wall of Kunlun Mountain? Looking back, let people find a cliff on Gonggeer Peak to carve it on you. In this way, one south and one north, it just happens to be in harmony with your husband's stone carving skills on Yanran Mountain. Isn't it magnificent?" Wang Cuiqiao said with beautiful eyes.
Chapter completed!