He never expected that Xie Daoyun in this world would actually compose exactly the same poem as the talented woman with the same name in the previous life. For a moment, he felt like Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng.
What is the connection between this world and the previous life, and what is the relationship between this Xie Daoyun and the Xie Daoyun in his own world?
He thought about it for a long time, his head was spinning and he couldn't figure out what was going on, so he simply stopped thinking about it. As the saying goes, if you have wine now, you will get drunk now, at least there are living people in front of you, so why worry about nothing.
"Brother Zu, am I not very good at what I said?" Seeing that he didn't speak for a while, Xie Daoyun asked cautiously.
Xie Xiu was a little unhappy. Normally, her sister was so confident in this aspect, but now when facing Zu An, she doubted her ability first, so he said, "My sister's words are much better than mine."
Xie Daoyun snorted: "Who can compare with you?"
Xie Xiu: "..."
I felt like I was hit by a critical hit, and it turned out to be my sister.
Zu An came back to his senses: "Dao Yun is so humble. This is a very good sentence. I just happen to have a poem here for you."
"Give it to me?" Xie Daoyun's cheeks were slightly warm, and his heartbeat was still full of anticipation. "I'm all ears."
Zu An looked at her demure face and slowly said: "In the days when I chanted xu, the beautiful flowers reflected in the water were stunning for the first time; where is the pure heart, the mountains and the moon are shining brightly in the sky with snow."
Xie Daoyun's face turned red all of a sudden. Now we are sitting by the lake, and the water next to us can reflect everyone's faces. Is he praising me for being amazing?
What does the last sentence mean? Is he asking me where my heart belongs?
"Thank you, Brother Zu. I'll go find some paper and write it down." Not knowing how to deal with it, she simply got up and fled the scene. When she returned to the room, her heart was pounding.
Taking out the pen and ink, she was good at calligraphy on weekdays. Now that she is practicing runes with her master, her study has improved to a higher level. Not to mention a poem, she can also quickly copy out an article. But at this time,
, her hand stayed in mid-air, unable to write.
"How could he be like this? He obviously has a wife." Xie Daoyun bit her red lips tightly, and her undulating chest showed that she was in a very uneasy mood.
Wait, Miss Chu seems to have divorced him. In a sense, he is still single.
But the Chu family seems to still have a very close relationship with him...
At this moment, the ink on the pen tip finally couldn't bear it and dripped onto the paper.
Oops, this is so annoying!
Outside, Xie Xiu stared at Zu An dumbfounded. If it weren't for his sister, he would have wanted to give her a thumbs up and praise her.
As a veteran of Huazong, he couldn't see the lethality of the other party's poem. The sound of his sister's footsteps leaving in a hurry just now clearly meant that she was upset.
He said angrily: "Brother Zu, do you really have no older sisters or anything like that?"
Zu An shook his head: "No, I am an orphan."
Xie Xiu could only secretly sigh that he was unlucky, he had suffered a big loss this time.
Hey, wait a minute, although he doesn't have a sister, his wife does. The eldest lady of the Chu family has a sister.
However, when he thought of Chu still holding the Wailing Whip, he felt a chill and immediately gave up the idea.
"What are you talking about?" At this moment, Xie Daoyun had returned, and his face had returned to normal, but there was still a slight blush.
"It's nothing," Zu An smiled, then looked at the scroll in her hand, "Is it written? Let me take a look."
He took the roll of white paper from the other party's hand and unfolded it. He couldn't help but admired: "Daoyun, your handwriting is so beautiful."
Her handwriting is very graceful, and just by looking at it, one can tell that it was written by a gentle and quiet beauty.
Gao Ying's previous calligraphy was pretty good, but compared with hers it was still far behind.
"That's right, my sister's hairpin flowers in small regular script are famous in Mingyue City. Many people ask for a pair of calligraphy treasures." Xie Xiu proudly showed off, but regretted it as soon as he said it.
, the better you praise your sister, the more she will be coveted by some people.
"It's not that exaggerated. Most of them are just to please our father." Xie Daoyun said a little shyly.
"Dao Yun is humble, we all see your talent." Zu An smiled, "By the way, didn't I owe you a song before? I just thought of a suitable one."
"Really?" Xie Daoyun was surprised and happy. She already liked these, not to mention that the last time she saw Zu An's music style was very special, she was even more curious.
"Can I still lie to you?" Zu An watched "Swordsman" in his previous life, and was particularly curious about "Guangling San" in it, so he searched it on the Internet, but unfortunately it was just a keyboard warrior's listening, and he didn't play it.
The one with the ability to play.
Originally, he couldn't remember the music score, but now his cultivation is getting higher and higher, his memory is getting stronger and stronger, and he can gradually recall some things he has seen before.
Next, he told Xie Daoyun the music score in the way of recording in this world. Xie Daoyun was so itchy that he directly invited the two of them to the house. After all, playing the piano is an elegant thing, and eating and drinking while playing the piano would hurt the mood.
Xie Xiu looked depressed, and reluctantly glanced at the copper pot on the side, thinking that I haven't eaten enough yet, but he didn't dare to displease his sister, so he could only follow me gloomily.
Xie Daoyun first washed his hands with clean water, wiped them dry with a white cloth, then lit a pot of sandalwood, and then carefully took out a guqin. The whole process was full of classical and quiet beauty.
Zu An was filled with admiration when he saw it, thinking that this was the real sense of ceremony.
Soon the quiet sound of the piano began to play, and it was a bit jerky at first, but Xie Daoyun's piano skills were superb and he quickly got into the mood.
Xie Xiu was a little careless at first, but her expression soon changed, and she finally opened her mouth unknowingly.
Xie Daoyun was even more so, with his chest rising and falling. He was obviously attracted by Qin Zhong's emotions, and his whole person was extremely calm.
On the contrary, Zu An was the calmest one. After all, he had heard it in his previous life, and he was rarely influenced by guqin music, so it was difficult to distinguish between good and bad.
All attention was focused on the other person's chest, wondering if she would place her breasts on the table when drawing runes. Otherwise, it would be too energy-consuming.
After the song ended, the whole room was extremely silent. Xie Daoyun sat there blankly and did not get up for a long time.
Zu An noticed that the faint down on her neck seemed to stand up, and her eyes were filled with tears. He had to sigh that she was indeed a true lover of the piano, and she could resonate with her like this.
After a long time, Xie Daoyun looked at him: "Brother Zu, does this song have a name?"
"This song is called "Guangling San"." Zu An regretted after answering. It was such a good opportunity to change the name, such as "Zu An Presents Dao Yun", and he could take the opportunity to increase his favorability.
""Guangling San"..." Xie Daoyun silently wrote down the name, "By the way, why can I feel the sadness, anger and murderous meaning in this song?"
Zu An was shocked and thought, can he feel this?
He thought for a while and explained: "This song actually tells a story. In ancient times, there was a warrior who was extremely skilled. He had a friend who was very kind to him. That friend was framed by a political enemy and came to find him several times.
Although the samurai never spoke, the samurai understood the other person's thoughts. However, he never agreed and continued to serve his old mother. It was not until three years later that his mother passed away that he found his friend and promised to avenge him. "
"So with one sword and one man, he rushed into the political enemy's mansion alone, and under the protection of many guards, stabbed the political enemy to death. Unfortunately, he was surrounded by soldiers who came after him. The warrior knew that he would die, so he swung his sword and committed suicide.
I was worried that my identity would be recognized after my death and my sister at home would be implicated, so I deliberately scratched my face with a dagger before committing suicide."
"But later her sister took the initiative to collect his body, crying that she knew how hard he had worked so hard, but how could he keep his name unknown..."
After hearing this story, Xie Daoyun had already burst into tears, and Xie Xiu's eyes were red. In order to avoid being angry, he hurriedly said: "He is really a hero. He has served his mother before going to assassinate him. This is filial piety; for his friends."
It is righteousness to risk one's life."
"I admire their brother-sister relationship even more," Xie Daoyun sighed quietly, "The warrior disfigured his face before committing suicide in order not to harm his sister, and the sister chose not to take her own life for the sake of his reputation. I really admire him when he thinks about it."
Xie Xiu also responded: "Such heroes are really fascinating! I don't know when I will be able to..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Xie Daoyun: "I would rather you be a playboy than be like him."
Xie Xiu smiled: "I'm just talking about it, am I that kind of person?"
Is it that the girl from the Zhang family has lost her waist, or that the girl from the Wang family has lost her beauty?
I am fascinated by this kind of thing, would I be crazy to do something like that?
