April is gone. In this late spring and March, when the fragrance is about to end, looking at the tree of red leaves is undoubtedly an extremely melancholy and sad thing. When the tree of red leaves falls, it is the spring that passes, spring flowers are easy to fall, beauty is easy to grow old, and beautiful things are always short-lived.

After singing the song "The Song of Burial Flowers", Wang Cuiqiao held the pipa in her arms and looked at the broken old peach tree in the courtyard in a daze. Before she knew it, she was already bursting with tears. Crystal tears fell along the gorgeous pretty face, wetting the strings of the pipa like broken pearls.

"Look at the end of spring, the flowers are falling, and it is when the beauty dies. Once the spring is gone, the beauty is old, and the flowers are falling, and the people die. "Wang Cuiqiao whispered softly, letting the tears fall, completely immersed in sorrow and melancholy, and suddenly a layer of flush appeared on her cheeks, and she covered her chest and spit out a small mouthful of red blood.

Qiu Yan, a maid who was humming a small song, was so scared that she threw away the food box she was carrying. She ran over to support Wang Cuiqiao, and cried in a crying voice: "Miss, don't scare me, why did you vomit blood?"

Wang Cuiqiao took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, and smiled softly, "It's just that he's too involved and over-thinking. It's more comfortable to spit out a mouthful of blood. Don't make a fuss."

Qiu Yan's face was pale. The lady often said that if you want to move others in a song, you must first move yourself. So she had seen the lady crying when compiling the music, and she had also seen the lady laughing foolishly when compiling the music, but vomiting blood was the first time.

Qiuyan helped Wang Cuiqiao walk into the house while worriedly saying, "Miss, why don't we stop singing this song "The Song of Burial Flowers". I am really afraid that you will vomit blood once. The blood in this person's body is precious, and it can't stand the constant spitting. As you vomit, the person will be gone."

Wang Cuiqiao couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's so easy to vomit blood. Today I was just too devoted. When I saw the peach tree that was about to end, I felt emotional and touched my heart."

Qiu Yan helped Wang Cuiqiao sit on the chair, poured another cup of hot water, and said angrily: "Mr. Xu is really, why do you write a poem that is so easy to hurt people for the lady? It's obviously harmful."

Wang Cuiqiao stretched out his slender finger and poked Qiu Yan's forehead and smiled and said, "I didn't want to ask Lord Xu for poetry before. You girl has been clamoring for me. Now, Lord Xu takes the initiative to give me poetry, but you girl is complaining again."

Qiu Yan stuck out her tongue and said, "This song of burial flowers is so sad. Just recite it, it makes people feel sad. If you sing it through the lady's mouth, you won't let people cry once and again."

"If you don't learn it well, you have learned a lot of skills in flattery!" Wang Cuiqiao said angrily.

Qiu Yan said aggrievedly: "Miss, I haven't flattered you."

Wang Cuiqiao sighed lightly and said, "In fact, what can hurt people in this world is not only swords, but emotions can also hurt people invisibly. A cheerful song can make people happy, and a sad song can make people feel depressed. Lord Xu's song "The Song of Burial Flowers" is true..."

When Wang Cuiqiao said this, she became silent and stared out of the window in a daze. She was really unable to understand. The person who could write a thick and majestic poem like "Linjiangxian" actually wrote a sad and delicate poem like "Burning Flowers" that was extremely sad and delicate.

Qiu Yan saw the lady looking out the window in a daze again, worried that she would touch her heart again, so she quickly coughed lightly to interrupt Wang Cuiqiao's thoughts and changed the topic: "Miss, I have two news, do you want to listen?"

Wang Cuiqiao gave the maid a angrily blank look and said, "Don't keep it aside."

Qiu Yan smiled and said, "Miss will definitely like the first news. Lord Xu is back from Dongtai County."

When Wang Cuiqiao heard this, her eyes lit up and blurted out: "Really?"

Qiu Yan covered her mouth and chuckled, "Look, I'm guessing it, right? The lady must be hoping that Lord Xu will come back to listen to your song."

Wang Cuiqiao's face was slightly shy, and she acted to watch Qiuyan's chestnuts. The latter giggled and stepped back.

Speaking of music, Wang Cuiqiao is undoubtedly a fool, not an idiot, but an obsessed fool. What is the person who can sing music to make himself vomit blood?

In terms of music, Wang Cuiqiao is undoubtedly another proud person. Because of this, when her old rival Wang Luzhu showed off to her that she got a new lyric from Xu Jin, she decided not to ask Xu Jin for poetry. However, after listening to "The Song of Burial Flowers", she threw her pride behind her, because this lyric deeply touched her, making her unable to help but let go of her pride and accept the gift from Xu Jin.

Since she got this song "The Song of Burial Flowers", Wang Cuiqiao has been inspired and composed music day and night. In order to better participate in the song creation, she even asked her mother Jin to rent this house full of peach trees for her, and she composed music under the flowers and trees every day. After seven days of hard work, Wang Cuiqiao finally composed the music.

As the saying goes, mountains and rivers are hard to find. Wang Cuiqiao naturally wanted to sing the song to Xu Jin immediately, just like a simple child who bought a new toy during the summer vacation, and wanted to start school quickly, and then bring the new toy back to school to share it with his good friends and show off to his friends.

Of course, this does not mean that Wang Cuiqiao has special ideas about Xu Jin. It is just because "The Song of Burial Flowers" was written by Xu Jin. She wanted to verify whether the song she composed can resonate with the original poem. If even the original author cannot be moved, then her creation will undoubtedly be a failure.

Because of this, seeing the days of the Courtesan Competition approaching day by day, and before Xu Jin came back from Dongtai County, Wang Cuiqiao was a little regretful and lost these days. At this moment, he suddenly heard Qiu Yan say that Xu Jin had returned to the city, so he naturally showed a happy expression, but was teased by his maid Qiu Yan.

Wang Cuiqiao didn't knock Qiu Yan's chestnut, and gently tidied up the bangs on her forehead and asked, "What is the second news?"

Qiu Yan sighed and said, "The Courtesan Competition has been cancelled, and it will not be held."

Wang Cuiqiao asked strangely: "Why cancel it?"

"I heard that some Japanese pirates have sneaked into Yangzhou City. Lord Xu has ordered the city gate to be blocked and investigated, and the courtesan competition has been temporarily cancelled. By the way, the lady will prepare. It is estimated that officers and soldiers will come to search soon."

As soon as Qiu Yan finished speaking, the gate of the other courtyard was slapped. Mother Jin ran in anxiously and said, "Good daughter, the officers and soldiers are here to search. Hurry up and wear them tightly so as not to be taken advantage of by the big-headed soldiers."
Chapter completed!