Before the sound of the pipa stopped, the cheers everywhere were already like thunder.
Among the drinkers in the Peony Pavilion tonight, Han Qing is not the only one who knows the goods.
In the Song Dynasty, from the official to the private sector, good lyrics were sought after, just like pop songs were sought after by later generations.
Most of the lyrics corresponding to Song lyrics already have set scores. As long as they are filled in according to the rules, they can be sung a cappella directly.
Therefore, the situation of many drinkers is very similar to that of Han Qing. He has no ability to write lyrics, but his appreciation has long been cultivated by the social environment.
There were also some guests who had been pondering all night but could not fill in half of the words. However, their emotions, interests and tastes were all aroused to the critical point.
At this moment, when I first heard the words "The sound of the phoenix flute has disappeared, the lone wild goose has disappeared, the eyes are clear and the waves are unparalleled, the clouds and mountains are countless, and the heart is thousands of miles away", my eyes suddenly become bright, and the five internal organs and six internal organs immediately became clear.
I just feel that these few sentences are exactly what I have been brewing all night long, but there is only a layer of window paper between them.
Almost every word speaks his heart.
"On purpose, on purpose, I can guarantee that the guy next door is deliberately competing with us!" The same kind words fell in the ears of Han Qing's good brother Yang Xu, but the feeling was completely different from that of other guests. "That was the ingot of horseshoe gold just now, and so is this Que Ci now!"
"Don't be anxious. He already has a red lotus by his side, and no matter how good his words are, he won't compete with you for the white lotus! You just need to put more thought into it and get past the Shibo level first. Otherwise, be careful that he uses military law to punish you. You." Han Qing didn't want to get into trouble, picked up a glass of wine and deliberately diverted the topic elsewhere.
In his opinion, whether there was any dispute or friendship between the former owner of the body and Senior Brother Li, it was another Han Qing's business and had nothing to do with him at all.
As for the colleagues who were drinking and appreciating the flowers tonight, except for Yang Xu, who was a straight man, they also had no friendship with me.
Therefore, it is none of your business whether the person next door is deliberately quarreling or slaps you in the face unintentionally. You just need to hold the tea and continue watching the show. There is no need to mess around.
What's more, with my own ability and financial resources, even if I get involved, I won't get any results.
The man next door can casually throw a piece of horseshoe gold at someone. If I only received the salary from the ninth rank and did not take bribes, I would have to save for two years to get this amount.
The poems that the guy next door threw out tonight, whether they were written by his own hands or ghostwritten by his staff, were of sufficient quality to be included in the "Three Hundred Song Poems". And even if he inherited the poems from the previous owner of his body, Even with all my knowledge, I will never be able to write works of the same level in this life.
The person next door is an official worshiping the West Head Enshrinement Officer, starting at the lowest level of the eighth rank. I am currently only inspecting from the ninth rank. Unless he makes great achievements, otherwise, if he wants to be promoted to the eighth rank, he will have to stay at least six years, and it depends on the willingness of his superiors. Refuse to support.
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If you don't fight, you won't be able to fight. As long as the bricks don't fall on your head, you can watch the show with peace of mind.
At this moment, the middle-aged man's calm state of mind was fully exposed without Han Qing realizing it.
However, Yang Xu was only in his early twenties, and he was full of energy. How could he be as calm as him? He listened to him ramble on, but refused to answer his own questions. He was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped the case, "Han Xiaoer, this is not the case." You look like your old self! Could it be that you were seriously ill and your bones were so weak?"
Ever since he traveled through time, what Han Qing was most afraid of was that others would say he was "unlike", and he suddenly felt agitated and trembled in his heart.
However, he was still unwilling to get involved in other people's affairs, nor was he willing to let Yang Xu get involved in other people's troubled waters.
After calming down his mind for a while, he shook his head with a grimace again, "What do you mean by not being like the original me? I was not good at this. Back then, my classmates praised me to give me face. I still don't know myself,
How many kilograms and taels does it have?!"
"If you're not good at this, you won't be able to find anyone else who is good at this in Taixue!" Yang Xu was so anxious that he blurted out a series of truths, "When we were in Bianliang, everyone went to Fanlou to drink.
Why is everyone willing to call you? Isn’t it because you are good at writing lyrics and always try to catch everyone up so that everyone can win the favor of your sister?! Others were bullying me tonight, but you suddenly said that you are not good at it.
Tao! What you know is that you are modest. What you don’t know is that you think..."
"I'm really not self-effacing. Am I just recovering from a serious illness? If I don't practice boxing for a day, writing lyrics will be the same. I haven't written for several months, and my reaction will be slow." Unexpectedly, the former owner of the body was once a romantic and talented man.
Han Qing complained endlessly in her heart. But she still tried hard to find reasons for herself.
"Jiajun, if you have talent tonight, don't hide your clumsiness!" I don't know when, Senior Brother Li also came over with a wine glass in his hands, and solemnly warned, "Ji Ming and I are not good at this.
.Everyone here, most of them have already filled in the lyrics just now, and compared to the song next door, they are all slightly inferior. Although there is no need to fight for this free time, we have been bullied repeatedly tonight, and we are unable to fight back. We will spread the word in the future.
If you go out, you will inevitably lose face."
This wasn't the first time he talked to Han Qing tonight, but it was the longest time he talked and the most sentences.
In an instant, Han Qing's heart began to feel uncomfortable again.
I don’t know what the original owner of the body has to do with this Senior Brother Li. I don’t think that I have the need to win back the limelight for everyone. Han Qing hesitated for a moment and politely handed over his hand, "Brother Dare to know, Junior Brother, I really
It’s not that I’m clumsy. In the past, I spent time and effort preparing lyrics in advance, so I could barely get on stage. Before coming here today, I was unprepared. But the young man next door is probably the same as me back then.
, I have written the manuscript a long time ago and will take it out when the time comes..."
When he said this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he instinctively swallowed the second half of the sentence.
Yes, the young man next door was well prepared in advance. Even his previous act of smashing the gold on the horseshoe was not random!
I'm afraid this person was not chasing her from Chang'an to Ding'an County just for the beauty!
This person met everyone at Peony Pavilion tonight, and it was not a chance encounter!
"Jiajun said that this person came specifically for Brother Yu!" How could Senior Brother Li be a mediocre person when he was able to get into the eyes of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty at such a young age? In an instant, he understood why Han Qing swallowed the second half of his sentence.
He turned back, his eyes flashing with cold light.
If Han Qing's guess is correct, the trouble will be big.
Although the whereabouts of the envoys of the Song Dynasty who went to Xixia to announce the decree did not need to be kept secret, every move they made fell into the eyes of interested people, but it was no small matter!
And the man next door knew clearly that he, Li Sheng, was responsible for reading the imperial edict to Li Jiqian of Xiazhou and promoting the "power of heaven". He specifically blocked him and humiliated him. What was An De's intention?
"Junior brother, I just said it casually. Maybe he is just a swinger. I don't know the importance of it." At the critical moment, Han Qing's middle-aged mentality came into play again. While sneering, he waved his hand, "Senior brother, please don't be misled by me. Besides, fill in the lyrics. The matter is originally just a play on words. It can neither govern the country nor educate the people for the officials. There is no need to take this kind of temporary impulse seriously!"
No matter what the relationship between the former owner of the body and Senior Brother Li was, these words were Han Qing's words from the bottom of his heart.
As a middle-aged man who has experienced ups and downs, he really can't see that as an envoy of the Song Dynasty, Senior Brother Li has the need to compete with a playboy for the limelight.
When it comes to writing lyrics, whether it is good or bad has nothing to do with the future, let alone the destiny of the country.
Su Shi was a poet of his generation, but he was still demoted to Lingnan to eat lychees, and almost lost his life there.
Liu Yong and Su Shi were two stars competing for glory. They had never been an official in their lives. When they died, the coffin was donated and crowdfunded by the brothel singers.
Cai Jing, Gao Qiu, Zhang Chun, and Lu Huiqing, who could write as many words as one of Su Shi's toes? However, it did not delay these people from becoming generals and becoming prime ministers, and their descendants will enjoy happiness for generations.
Senior Brother Li was born to be an official, so why couldn't he tell which was more important? After hearing Han Qing's words, his face became more cautious and his eyes became sharper.
I originally planned to pretend to be confused tonight and stay away. I would wait until I found out the identity of the young man next door and then settle the score later. Unexpectedly, the other party didn't give him a chance at all.
Just as he nodded to Han Qing and was about to get off the donkey, the door of the private room of Huashan Yaju was suddenly pushed open. The shopkeeper of Peony Pavilion, Shi, walked in with a look of fear on his face and faced Lu Xingyan and Yu Changshi. The two of them bowed and apologized.
A little further away, the cheers outside came one after another. Senior Brother Li, Han Qing, and Yang Xu couldn't hear clearly what Shopkeeper Shi was saying, but from their expressions and movements, they felt that something had gone wrong again. All of a sudden they all frowned.
Before they could ask, or even before Lu Xingyan and Yu Changshi could give a definite response, several more unfamiliar faces had already poured in at the door of the box.
The one in front is wearing a light blue brocade robe, a carved crown on his head, and a folding fan in his hand. He is dressed like a nobleman. He is about twenty-five or sixty-six years old, and he looks good-looking, but there is an unruly look between his eyebrows. Complete now.
Following closely behind him were four middle-aged men, all wearing blue brocade uniforms and apparently holding official positions.
Two of them had bulging chest muscles that almost broke through their clothes. The other two had splayed eyebrows, goatees, and sinister faces.
Before these people could identify themselves, Han Qing's heart started to beat like it was on fire. His hands clenched into fists uncontrollably, and the muscles in his back and thighs instantly tightened.
In the memory of the former owner of the body, many scenes flashed by like a revolving door. The clearest among them was the scene of two middle-aged men, riding tall horses, rampaging through Bianliang City.
In the corner of the picture, there are several officials from the Song Dynasty who are responsible for welcoming guests. Their faces are full of shame and anger, but they dare not speak out.
The two middle-aged men on the horse were clearly able to control their mounts, but they deliberately shouted that the horses were frightened and asked the people to take shelter, otherwise they would not be blamed for life or death.
The picture in front of me suddenly started to turn red.
In the red world, several familiar figures rushed forward, risking their lives to stop the frightened horse, pulled the two middle-aged men off their mounts, pushed them to the ground and beat them severely.
One of them is Yang Xu.
The other one is the previous owner of the body!
Han Qing, a hot-blooded young man from the Song Dynasty!
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It can be said that the reason why the former owner of the body sacrificed his life from a promising Imperial College to a ninth-grade patrol patrol at the frontier was all thanks to those two middle-aged men.
Even the death of the former owner of the body is inseparable from the conflict in Bianliang City.
"Xitou enshrinement official, Liuzhao envoy, Li Dezhao, the late Jin Dynasty, pays homage to all senior colleagues!" Before the scene in front of Han Qing returned to normal, the young man who took the lead in breaking into the box had already generously handed over to everyone.
"I heard your masterpieces next door, and I felt itchy for a while, so I dared to do something different. I hope you seniors will forgive me for my recklessness!"
