"Huh?" As a former prodigal son, Han Qing perked up as soon as he heard this voice. He quickly raised his head like wheat after a long drought.
I saw a woman in purple clothes, bowing to Lu Xingyan, who was pulling back her trousers.
He is not tall, but he cannot be considered short either.
If you are not thin, you cannot be considered fat.
The chin is neither too pointed nor too round.
Her skin is clean and fair, and her hair is as long as a waterfall.
Because of the angle, Han Qing could only see half of the woman's face. However, the clean face, the convex and concave figure and the charming and gentle movements made his breath stop for a moment.
"Wow!" The sound of a cup falling to the ground was heard in time, causing Han Qing to shiver, and his eyes suddenly regained their clarity.
Turning around to look, it was his colleague, Director Zhou, who accidentally broke the wine glass and was blushing with embarrassment.
"I was a little impatient when I drank before, and my hands were shaking!" The chief secretary, Zhou Chong, was also a scholar after all. How could he admit that he had lost his composure in front of beauty? While hurriedly brushing away the remaining wine spilled on his body,
While explaining continuously.
"Master Zhou has been too tired these days!"
"Yes, although Ding'an is a small place, there are many mundane things. Recently, the summer grain is about to be put into the warehouse, and Master Zhou is busy from morning to night every day. He is so tired!"
"Although Anping is small, the affairs in the county are also very complicated, and the wheat harvest is coming soon..."
County Magistrate Zhang Wei and several other colleagues also very considerately smoothed things over for Chief Zhou.
As for Zi Ling, everyone was obviously used to others losing their composure when seeing them, and turned a blind eye to everyone's words and deeds. They just continued to salute the guests on the other side of the venue. After everyone had finished saluting, they turned their heads again.
, Niao Tingting walked up to Master Zhou, took a clean wine cup from the hand of the maid, poured a glass of wine for him with his own hands, and thanked him for working hard for the people in recent days.
As a result, there were quite a few people present, and they wished they were the ones who accidentally knocked over the wine cup just now.
Although Han Qing had extensive knowledge in his previous life, he also secretly admired Ziling and the others. Not only were they good-looking, they were also capable of controlling the scene. Even in later generations, they were still at the level of foremen in top venues, and it was difficult for ordinary people to kiss them.
Fang Ze.
"This week's Director is actually a living Bodhisattva who saves people in need!" Just as he was sighing, the voice of his good brother Yang Xu came to his ears again. Although it was not high, it was filled with a bit of unabashed envy, "If it weren't for
He knocked over the wine cup in his hand in time. The one who lost his temper tonight might be me. It's a pity that I got out of the Taoism in Bianliang Fengyuechang, and everyone in Ziling bowed to me, so I was almost on guard. If it's Qinglian later.
Everyone comes out and I still don’t know…”
"When are you going to cross the aisle? Tsk!" Han Qing raised her head and rolled her eyes at Yang Xu.
In his memory, Yang Xu did secretly visit several romantic places in Bianliang City with his body's former owner, but both of them were still far away from their small goal of getting out of Taoism.
"At least he's better than you!" Yang Xu was dissatisfied, curling his lips and continued.
As he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that Han Qing's concentration in front of the beautiful woman just now was obviously higher than his own. He frowned and added in a low voice, "Have you ever seen a woman more charming than this before? Why didn't you seem to have any at all just now?
Tempted? Could it be that after you got a serious illness, everything was really in vain? You are the only one in the old Han family. If you escape into Buddhism..."
This was a bit like the banter between retired comrades. In an instant, Han Qing felt a sense of familiarity in his heart. At the same time, the relationship between him and Yang Xu became a little closer.
"Everything is not lost, I'm just a little tired recently, so I don't feel it anymore!" Deliberately changing the tone of later generations, Han Qing answered with a smile, hoping that the other party would understand the meaning behind his words.
However, Yang Xu's performance greatly disappointed him. He looked him up and down first, and then shook his head disdainfully, "Prude! You don't want to be one of those Taoist teachers. When you and I were in Taixue, we were the last
I look down on that kind of people. They talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality, but secretly they are picking up ashes and playing with rabbits. It stinks."
Han Qing didn't answer his words, and just held the wine cup to make a tasting gesture. Yang Xu refused to let him go, and leaned forward again, whispering: "I think although Ziling's eyebrows are charming,
It's quite a way to control the situation. Since you don't have a woman around you anyway, why not redeem her as a concubine and keep her in good order inside and out?"
"Look at me now, am I someone who has money to redeem my life? I can't write a letter to Bianliang and ask for it from my family!" Unexpectedly, his good friend also had a habit of being a matchmaker. Han Qing rolled his eyelids and lowered his head.
Asked rhetorically.
"I'll take care of it for you!" Yang Xu waved his hand and said, "If you want, I'll ask someone to talk to the madam from Lotus Class right away."
"She is one of the four pillars of the Lotus class. Even if her fame and worth are not as good as those of Honglian, they are not far behind. Are you sure you can really afford her redemption? If you rely on your status,
It's forceful, but it's not even as good as the prodigal son next door!" Han Qing smiled and continued to shake his head.
"I..." Yang Xu's family is very rich, but not so rich that they can mobilize dozens of horseshoe gold without the permission of the elders. Suddenly, he was angry at the question.
Han Qing finally calmed down and turned his head to enjoy the song and dance being performed in the peony pond. However, before he could appreciate what was dancing underneath, Yang Xu had already recovered with "full blood".
Smiling, she poked him with her hand and whispered: "It's definitely not possible to talk directly to the madam from the Lotus Class. That madam must regard all four of them as cash cows. However, if you can capture the beauty's heart first, let
If Zi Ling doesn't marry you, then the madam must not be able to do things too well."
"Why? I think it's better for you to go alone and don't involve me!" Han Qing curled his lips and directly revealed the other person's thoughts.
"I'm serious. I definitely can't do it. It's not like you don't know that the woman in my family is the queen of the house like me. She looks gentle and quiet on the surface, but she really gets angry and dares to draw a sword and stab me.
If I marry Zi Ling home, I'm afraid there will only be two consequences, either I will collect her body, or I will die without a burial place!" Yang Xu immediately lowered his head and expressed bitterness.
Han Qing couldn't bear the slightest sympathy for this.
According to his life philosophy in his previous life, if a person chooses to be single, regardless of gender, he is naturally entitled to play as he pleases. However, if you get married, you must respect the marriage relationship and the other party, and you can no longer eat from the bowl while looking at the pot.
According to the memory of the original owner of his body, Yang Xu's wife was the empress of Pan Mei, the famous founding general of the country. Not only was she first-rate in terms of family background, appearance, knowledge, and character, but she was also extremely righteous. She was also close to both of them.
They have known each other since childhood and are considered their eldest sisters.
With Yang Xu's ability, he was the eldest sister of the Pan family, which was a blessing he had cultivated in his previous life. He should be more strictly controlled. If you want the red flag at home to remain intact and the colorful flags to be erected outside, you are greedy!
"Let me tell you seriously, you haven't married yet, so taking a concubine in advance is not out of the ordinary. Even if you get a wife in the future, you won't be able to kick her out again." Han Qing didn't feel that Han Qing was gloating in his heart.
Yang Xu continued to put himself in his good friend's shoes and make plans for him.
Seeing that Han Qing seemed unmoved, after thinking for a while, he continued to add earnestly, "Don't pout, if you don't accept it now, you will definitely regret it like me in the future!"
"And you are more handsome than me, and you are a well-known talent in Taixue. Writing lyrics is as easy as dictating the Book of Songs. If Ziling wants to not lose to Honglian tonight, she must find a good poem. Senior Brother Li
Your ability is not in this way, and everyone present may not be as capable as you!"
"What did you say? Me, the lyricist?" Han Qing felt confused after hearing this. She raised her finger and pointed at her nose, dumbfounded.
Isn't this the most common plot in online novels?
The protagonist recited a poem at random and amazed everyone, and then became famous in both the government and the public.
I didn’t expect that such a good thing could happen to me!
It's a pity that in the 21st century, even though I can be considered half a Maiba, I can sing all kinds of ancient songs by heart.
However, when I was in the army, I returned most of the ancient words I had memorized to my Chinese teacher.
There are probably only two poems that I can remember right now. One is "Qinyuan Chun-Snow", and the other is "Nian Nujiao-Chibi Nostalgia".
If I copy the former, I'm afraid I won't die fast enough.
As for the latter, not only is it incompatible with the scene in front of me, but the desolation and sophistication revealed in it probably could not have been written by a young man. If he wrote it down silently and said that he did not copy it, no one would believe it.
As for the ancient folk songs that are forcibly constructed from the 21st century and have completely different meanings, and used to pass off as Song lyrics, isn't it just using dog shit to pass off as gold?
Anyone who has no brains would probably not be able to do such a thing!
"Of course it's you, who else could I give you?" Yang Xu didn't know that the friend in front of him had already been replaced by a Xibei guy. He just followed his original impression and whispered, "Even if you think tonight is not convenient enough, you can change the previous one."
It's enough to take out an old work and it's enough for the occasion. I guarantee that there won't be anyone here who can write better than you. Even if there is a group of old men, no one can be more handsome than you in terms of appearance!"
This is a truth. The average life span of people in the Song Dynasty was short, and they generally looked old. Although Han Qing's soul was thirty-five or six, his body was only eighteen or nineteen years old. In addition, he had enough food and clothing since childhood, had balanced nutrition, and was diligent in work.
He practiced martial arts, so sitting among the local officials, he stood out from the crowd.
Except for Yang Xu, who can compare with him in terms of appearance, the others present will definitely not be able to keep up even with their make-up and makeup.
Including Senior Brother Li, although he is full of knowledge and has a far-reaching reputation, his appearance is only average, and he has an air of twilight from head to toe, which is far less heroic than him!
It's a pity that Han Qing refused to nod despite Yang Xu's words. He was so forced that he simply covered his chest with his hands and acted like he was sick again.
At this time, Yang Xu was completely unable to defeat him. He could only gnash his teeth and shake his head. He hated him for not knowing how to seize the opportunity and letting down his talent.
Just as we were getting entangled, a deep male voice sounded from the seat next to us, "I've got it here, let's start with it!"
The two of them looked back, but it was Liu Yongnian, the manager of the Transportation Department, who took the brush from the singer's hand with a smile, leaned over the case, and waved it away.
"Let me just say, if you don't leave Bianliang, you don't know how big the world is. Everyone here has a talent of seven steps. How can I show my little ability to make a fool of myself!" Han Qing didn't want to be pestered by Yang Xu any more, so she stood up and held the
The wine cup came forward to read the masterpiece.
Yang Xu had no choice but to follow it, reading in a low voice with some suspicion.
But it is a song called "Butterfly Loves Flowers".
The cup is filled with endless sorrow of separation, and gradually there are thousands of dendrobiums, and I hope to get drunk today.
The wind blows and the lone sail sails farther and farther away. I dare to ask when the hateful water will last.
I am speechless when I pick up my pen and want to write.
There are few places in Guanshan worth looking back on.
Don’t ask if we meet again someday.
A glimpse of the Western Qin Road.
Although Han Qing has forgotten most of the knowledge of the former owner of the body, the taste of the former owner of the body is still there.
After a brief taste of the work, I judged the quality of the words, and I really didn't dare to compliment him. However, I endured the shame of my colleagues and still had the courage to praise a few words, so as not to make others feel that I was too out of place.
"I have heard for a long time that Liu Sicang has an urgent talent. When I saw it today, the rumors were indeed true. The slave family took it to sing first. I am so envious of Honglian Nizi!" And everyone in Ziling has obviously been used to this situation. Just
With a smile, he held up the paper full of words and made a promise in a low voice.
Everyone present cheered loudly, and some of them showed faint expressions of relief. Obviously, with the bricks Liu Sicang ran away, no matter how bad their writing was, it would not be too embarrassing.
Han Qing felt extremely happy. Holding a wine cup, she watched the performance in the peony pond and waited patiently to see how Zi Ling and the others turned decay into magic.
After only waiting for seven or eight minutes, the performance in the peony pond came to an end. Immediately afterwards, the whole place was filled with the sound of pipa.
A group of girls wearing light gauze filed in, relaxing their wide sleeves.
Immediately afterwards, a clear and slightly sad female voice, accompanied by the pipa, reached everyone's eardrums.
"The sorrow of separation in the cup is endless, and gradually there are thousands of dendrobiums, and I hope to get drunk today..."
The words are still the original words, and it cannot be considered a masterpiece from any angle.
It was just sung from Ziling's mouth, but it added countless flavors. The audience had no intention of tasting the quality of the words. They only felt that a confidante gently held their hands, and said goodbye to each other with tears in their eyes.
stop.
"With such a singing voice, even if there is not a single word, it can be sung like the sound of nature, regardless of the quality of the words!" Yang Xu was not convinced, standing behind Han Qing, muttering softly.
"If you don't have such a singing voice, how can you compare with that Red Lotus?!" Han Qing deeply agreed with his words, smiling and stroking her hands gently.
Looking at the other colleagues, they were all holding wine cups and rummaging around. It was only because they were not quick enough in thinking or were too cautious just now that Liu Liao took the lead.
