"Haha, I haven't played the piano for many days, and my hands are a lot rusty. I laugh every time I see you!" Pei Ji rubbed his wrist and laughed. It's just that you smiled so proudly, are you really embarrassed?
Xiao Han curled his lips, but Zhang Bao was stroking his hands and laughing, and even the more steady Yuan Dake kept nodding.
They have also learned some of the Six Arts of the Gentleman, but when it comes to "happiness", they are no match for Pei Ji!
After showing off, he returned the guqin to the old man, and the dancers danced again. Because of Pei Ji's encouragement, their movements were even more graceful than before.
After draining the wine in the wine glass in one gulp, the maid next to her quickly refilled it for Pei Ji. Her eyes seemed to be dripping with water.
His body was a little hot, so he simply took off his outer robe. Wearing a white inner coat, Pei Ji said to Xiao Han rather bohemianly: "Xiao Hou, I am happy today! I just performed a show of embarrassment, don't you think...
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"You can just play the piano, it's none of my business! How amazing is it?" Xiao Han rolled his eyes and cursed secretly in his heart.
However, this is also a bit jealous. After all, where does he know how to play a high-end thing like the guqin? He grew up in an orphanage and could not even afford a harmonica, not to mention the guqin! He could whistle when it was related to music.
Nowadays, that is something only ruffians can do!
"Hey, I'm just willing to be inferior, so I won't show off my ugliness!" Under the gaze of a bunch of beauties, no matter how big-hearted Xiao Han was, he was too embarrassed to say that he didn't feel the same way about these bullshit, so he could only find an excuse to excuse it.
Xiao Han admitted defeat, but Pei Ji did not intend to let him go.
Shaking his head, Pei Ji looked at Xiao Han and said: "Music and rhythm are really a small path. If I am in Chang'an, I have heard that Xiao Hou is outstanding in poetry! Why don't you open your eyes to a few of me here?"
"Oh? Is there anything else?" When Yuan Dake and Zhang Bao heard this, they immediately became interested and turned to look at Xiao Han.
"No, no, it's just false rumors!" Everyone in the room was looking at him. Xiao Han waved his hands in embarrassment, already scolding him in his heart!
How come this old bastard is so familiar with me? In Chang'an, I just "composed" a few poems to show off to Xue Pan, so how come he also knows about it?
"No, no, no!" Seeing that Xiao Han refused to give in, Pei Ji was not in a hurry. He slowly swung his wine glass and said to Yuan Dake and Zhang Bao: "You don't know something. Xiao Hou's song: Drunk on the battlefield
Lord Grim, how many people have fought in ancient times! It is truly a masterpiece! I think there are not many people in the world who can write such a heroic poem! How can this be considered a fallacy?"
"Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?" Yuan Dake recited these two lines of poetry in his mouth, repeated them several times, then slammed the table, stared at Xiao Han and said: "What a poem! I don't know Xiao Hou
Can you enlighten me so that I can be lucky enough to hear the remaining sentences?"
Pei Ji laughed and said before Xiao Han could speak: "I'll read it to you. This poem is my favorite! The whole poem is:
Grape wine luminous cup,
If you want to drink the pipa, urge me immediately.
Don’t laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield,
How many people have fought in ancient times?
How about it, you can become a master!"
"Wonderful!" Yuan Dake stood up and saluted Xiao Han solemnly: "I didn't expect Xiao Hou to have such literary talent. I admire him, I admire him!"
The ancients were polite, and this was not done to him, just look at how excited he was! But the curse in his heart was the curse in his heart, and everyone gave him the gift, so Xiao Han had no choice but to return the favor: "You're welcome, you're welcome."
The two of them were still returning the courtesy like fools, when Pei Ji's voice came from the side again: "Hou Xiao has outstanding literary talent. Needless to say, it goes without saying. Today's situation and situation, it would be better if Xiao Hou wrote another poem, let me wait.
Open your eyes again?”
"Okay!" Yuan Dake nodded repeatedly, and Zhang Bao grinned! The beauties around him looked at Xiao Han in amazement, leaving Xiao Han without a chance to refuse!
It was true that he drank too much wine and his mind was a little excited. Xiao Han couldn't stand the repeated encouragement of several people, so he had to try hard to think of any poems suitable for singing in a brothel.
Writing poetry is not about making up lies, it needs to correspond to the scene, and plagiarism is naturally the same! You can't just take it out now: Lu Fei Kuai, whose bow is like a thunderbolt string, won't the secret be exposed directly?
"Which poem is better? Hey, I have it!" Xiao Han lowered his head and thought, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He happened to remember a poem, and it seemed that it was just at this time.
Raising his head and clearing his throat, Xiao Han looked at the woman who had been following him and said:
"It's not that I'm in love with the world, it's like I was misled by my predecessor.
Flowers fall and flowers bloom, and there is always a time when the flowers will fall and they will always be the king of the East.
Even if you go, you will eventually have to go, so how can you live?
If you have a head full of mountain flowers, don't ask where the slave is."
After a poem was sung, there seemed to be sounds echoing in the room.
Xiao Han stood alone in the middle of the room. Several other people beside him were lowering their heads to taste this poem. Some women even shed tears at this time.
"It's not that I'm in love with Feng Chen, it seems that I was mistaken for my previous life!"
The first sentence explains how helpless women in prostitutes are. If fate could be chosen, who would end up in prostitutes? The last sentence: "If you have a head full of mountain flowers, don't ask where the slave is." It also points out the love that women in brothels have for ordinary people.
Desire for life!
"I admire you! I admire you!" After reciting the entire poem several times in his mind, Pei Ji stood up unsteadily, cupped his hands towards Xiao Han and said: "I not only admire Xiao Hou's literary talent, but also admire Xiao Hou's sage thoughts! However,
In life, there will always be unsatisfactory things. Some people say: All things in the world are born with their own status and levels, and this is a given! What does Xiao Hou think?"
"Huh? Who said this nonsense? What do you mean that people are born into different grades?" Xiao Han was also a little confused at this time. After hearing Pei Ji's words, he cursed out without thinking! But wait for him
After he finished scolding, his fevered head suddenly felt cool. Xiao Han was so excited that he suddenly became silent.
Strange! What Pei Ji said just now is so strange. It’s a poem by itself. Even if it’s a bit sad, why does it involve the hierarchy?
You must know that this sentence goes on to the famous sentence "Princes, generals and prime ministers would rather have their own kind!" This was the original rebellious statement!
His heart felt cold. Xiao Han looked at Pei Ji suspiciously. Unexpectedly, Pei Ji's eyes were blurred at this time. He staggered to Xiao Han's side and took his shoulders and said: "Hahahaha, what Xiao Hou said touched my heart."
! The words of Confucius were modified by Dong Zhongshu and used to please the monarch, which is really a sinner. Today’s situation is not right. If we have the opportunity in the future, you and I can study it together."
"What does he mean by saying this?" Xiao Han's heart sounded like a siren, and he secretly glanced at Zhang Baoyuan and Dake. They were still silent in the poem just now, unable to extricate themselves, and did not notice anything strange about Pei Ji!
"Didn't it happen that after hundreds of schools of thought were deposed and Confucianism was respected, all scholars were students of Confucius? Why is this Pei Ji so strange? He called Confucius Confucius. Although he respects him, it always sounds a bit foreign and demanding.
I know that other people now call Confucius directly: Master, or the Holy Saint!"
