The eight girls, like stars holding the moon, held out a woman wearing a goose-yellow gauze skirt and a red bellyband. She held the pipa in her arms, listened intently to the music, played the pipa and joined in. Waiting for the prelude
That's all, I just saw her singing the pipa, her voice bursting out, her words clear and crisp, her voice reverberating, like a new oriole emerging from the valley, or a baby swallow returning to its nest, either slowly or urgently, sometimes high and sometimes low;
Become endless. Just listen to her singing:
‘The flower pavilion in the sun is too lazy to comb your hair. I lean on the makeup building silently. I trim my eyebrows and put on my eyebrows. The distant mountains are verdant, and I feel the sorrow of spring.
The kings and grandsons wandered across the catalpa street, greedy and infatuated, and wandered as young men. They seemed to be careless and crazy, and they were troublesome to control, and they seemed to be not romantic.'
On the brightly lit stage, those graceful girls danced to the ethereal music, their lotus gowns fluttering, their feather coats fluttering... They used their delicate hands, their beautiful eyes, their waists, the cloth handkerchiefs around their waists, and their hands.
The round fan moves slowly like a light cloud, turns like a whirlwind, and dances out the joys and sorrows in the words, making the listeners and viewers dazzled and amazed.
"This singer..." Although Chen Ke felt that the performance was very good, it was not to the point where he was intoxicated, so he asked the girl next to him in a low voice: "It must be the Du family, right?"
"No." The girl next to Chen Ke had a strong literary style... At that time, he wanted this type for the sake of his brothers, fearing that the taste would be too strong and frighten them, but this did not mean that he also
I like this kind of light-hearted woman. As a result, Zhang Wuxian was too attentive and gave him the one with the lightest taste: "This is Du Xingshou's sister Xiao Du. Her singing was taught by Du Xingshou. But compared to Du Xingshou
First of all, I still don’t know how far it is!”
"What's the difference?" Chen Ke took a sip of the jade liquid in the cup. The wine was good, but using a silver cup affected the taste.
"People can tell her good things, but no one can tell her good things about Du Xingshou; people can learn her good things, but no one can learn the good things about Du Xingshou. In the past few years since Du Xingshou became famous, who has not learned from her?
Tune? Everyone learns it. At most, people like Xiao Du learn singing tunes to a certain extent, but the charm is less than ten." Literary tune also has the benefits of literary tune, for example... Let me talk about literature and art with you.
After Xiao Du finished singing, the audience burst into enthusiastic cheers. Soon, a group of idlers ran onto the stage one after another and shouted:
"Outside the Ju Room on the second floor, please give Miss Du ten sticks as a reward."
"Mr. Murong in Taojian on the second floor, please give Miss Du twenty guan as a reward."
‘The high-ranking official in Kunzijian on the third floor will reward Miss Du with fifty guan…’
"Xu Daizhao rewarded him with twenty strings..."
"Zhou Xiaolian sent two new poems..."
"Liu Xiaolian sent a new poem..."
Chen Ke listened with his mouth wide open. He had excellent arithmetic skills. After the helpers finished reporting the numbers, he also calculated the total amount - a total of two hundred and twenty strings. This is too crazy! Singing a song earns two
120,000 yuan, this is still a small celebrity before a big celebrity... But, why do some people still send lyrics they wrote without feeling embarrassed?
"All the officials are scholars," Zhang Wu chuckled and said, "If you have a new work that you like, you might as well let me go down and show my face."
"Aren't you afraid of showing up?" Chen Ke said with a smile, "I didn't bring that much money." He had more than a dozen taels of silver with him, but he was afraid that it wouldn't even be enough to pay the bills. Fortunately, he also had a few gold leaves hidden close to his body, so he didn't worry.
He was detained for washing dishes to pay off his debt.
"Why are the officials so confused?" Zhang Wu said with a smile: "As the saying goes, a bustard loves money, and a sister loves talents. If you have a masterpiece to offer, I'm sure it will make Miss Du more attractive than a reward of hundreds of dollars."
Maybe there will be a chance to have a romantic relationship."
The prostitutes in Bianjing are so eager to pursue good lyrics, because good lyrics can change their lives, and once they are sung, the price of their voice will rise sharply... If you don't believe it, look at the singers of later generations, how important it is to encounter a good song.
Therefore, their pursuit of good words is like an animal running towards a unicorn or a bird flying like a phoenix. They will do their best to support talented people who can write good words, even giving gold and gifts.
At the same time, when prostitutes sing lyrics and music, they can gradually realize the Samadhi, learn the techniques of writing lyrics, and improve their cultural literacy. After being immersed in this way for a long time, their poetry level is not lower than that of literati who do it occasionally. Therefore, Zhang
Five means just to please, I never thought that these bumpkins from the countryside could have any good lyrics and music that would attract the attention of the Fang family.
Chen Ke looked at Su Shi and smiled to himself: "There happens to be a great poet here who is more talented than Liu Qi... It's a pity that he hasn't reached the age to publish good works yet." At this age, Su Dongpo's strength lies in composition, his poetry is also acceptable, and his lyrics are good.
However, he has no attainments in this aspect... Because poetry is only for prostitutes to sing songs, and scholars who aim at imperial examinations will not work hard in this area before they become famous.
Except Liu Qi...
But the talent was there, so Chen Ke still encouraged his brother-in-law to do it.
Su Shi, who had never been afraid of stage fright, asked to bring a pen. In the midst of the lively chatting and laughing, there was sudden silence outside. They at the table also quickly closed their mouths and looked outside the railing.
I saw another woman appear on the stage. She was wearing a moon-white dress. Her figure and appearance were impeccable. Her swaying movements made her even more beautiful. But the reason why this woman appeared on the stage was
, which made the beauty just now dim, was because she had a cold temperament, cold, indifferent, and seemed to have no trouble with things - she was obviously standing on the stage, attracting everyone's attention, but it made people feel
She stood there, as if she was watching this troubled world with cold eyes. In short, it was extremely cold.
Or else, men are all cheap. The colder this woman is, the more deeply she attracts everyone, making them forget everything in their hearts and refuse to look away at all.
I saw her standing alone on the stage, with her head slightly lowered at first. When the clouds sounded, she raised her head and looked down the stage. Her eyes were like autumn water, like cold stars, and like the spring breeze blowing on her face.
As she looked around, even the people sitting far away in the corner felt that she had seen her. Not to mention those sitting close by. With just one glance, the whole building fell into silence, and not even a pin dropped.
The sound can be heard underground!
The woman then opened her red lips, opened her white teeth, and sang a few words a cappella. Her voice was not very loud at first, but she felt something indescribable in her ears: inside her internal organs, it was like an iron had been pressed, and there was no place where it was not pressed; thirty-six thousand
There are thousands of pores, just like eating ginseng fruit, there is not a single pore that is not feeling refreshed.
After singing three or five lines, the music started to sound, and the singing became increasingly clear, graceful, and pathos, which really made the listeners enchanted... People seemed to be in the morning of late spring, standing on the tall buildings for a long time, with the breeze blowing on their faces, and their eyes were wide open.
Looking from a distance, I can only see the green grass and the misty smoke hidden in the afterglow of the setting sun. They are all the endless sorrow of spring...
Everyone is deeply aware of the melancholy and anguish in the singer's heart. Their five senses have been owned by the singer. At this moment, with the singer's heart as his heart and his thoughts as his thoughts, there is only the singer's solo singing in the world.
Who would be speechless? I want to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the strong music is still tasteless. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it, and I am haggard because of the beauty...
It had been a long time since the woman had finished singing, but people were still immersed in the artistic conception and couldn't help themselves. Many people even burst into tears and couldn't stop it.
It wasn't until the woman sang another soothing and happy song that everyone came out of the state of self-pity and self-injury. The atmosphere became joyful again. Looking back at the previous sadness, people's hearts seemed to have been baptized and changed.
Much purer...
Between sadness and joy, the emotions of hundreds of people were attracted by this woman's singing. Her miraculous skills could not be more...
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After the woman finished singing two songs, she left the stage. Perhaps she felt that A Duwu was not worthy of a fairy. No one rewarded her with gold or silver coins, but the wealthy households upstairs gave her pearls, silk and silk.
Its value far exceeds that of Xiao Du.
Even more enthusiastic were the scholars. They had just donated a few poems to Xiao Du, but now there were dozens and hundreds of poems appearing all of a sudden... It turned out that everyone was not out of stock, but waiting to dedicate them to the main character.
Where is the son?
At this time, the lights in the hotel came back on, and the waiters reheated the wine for the guests at each table, removed the cold dishes, and replaced them with hot new dishes. With the help of the band, the banquet resumed.
At first, people obviously became soft-spoken and behaved much more gracefully than before.
"Is this Du going to leave?" Chen Ke said to everyone at the table. Although you are a big name, if you leave without even saying hello, you are acting like a big name.
"No." Zhang Wuxiao replied: "Du Xingshou has not left. He is reading the lyrics in the clean room. According to the usual practice, as long as the lyrics are written for her, she will come to the table to thank her. If she feels that it is good, she can also
I know how to make a toast." He lowered his voice and said coquettishly: "If you have a very good word, I will be Du Xingshou's guest tonight."
"Oh..." At this table, five or six poems were written, so naturally we were looking forward to it.
Chen Ke looked at Wu Lang and said with a smile: "So, I have to play one too." As he said that, he picked up his pen, wrote a few lines quickly, and handed it to Zhang Wudao: "Tell everyone, Du, we don't know how to do it."
Wait too long."
This is also a marketing strategy of the restaurant, because no one has to leave until the oiran comes out to toast, and many guests who came early are already asking for a seat at the second table.
Bianjing is a city that never sleeps. People living in the Song Dynasty are not allowed to go out after dark like the Tang Dynasty. They can roam freely in their capital city until dawn without anyone taking care of them. And feasts are often held
Until the third watch, or even the fourth watch...
They waited and waited, but they couldn't wait for Nadu and everyone to come out. Since they had to go to class tomorrow, Chen Ke and others decided not to wait. After collecting the money, they rewarded Zhang Wu and the girl who accompanied the drink, which cost a total of two dollars.
With ten taels of silver... twenty thousand yuan, a family of three could live simply in the capital for half a year... Everyone stood up to leave.
But a woman who was dancing below came over and said to Chen Ke and others: "Excuse me, who is Mr. Chen from 'If only life were like the first time we met'?"
"He is!" Chen Ke pointed at Wu Lang and said before others, "This person's surname is Chen."
Wu Lang was confused. He had never written any lyrics at all. Although everyone could not figure out the situation... because the words were all written separately and handed over to Zhang Wu without communicating with each other... But when they saw Chen Ke's thieves
In this way, I knew there was a good show to watch, so they nodded in agreement, it was him, he was him.
When the woman saw this man who looked like a black iron tower, she immediately sweated and said in her heart: "You really can't tell the difference between a person and his appearance." Then she whispered with difficulty: "Um, the leader of my family, please take the time to meet Mr. Chen..."
After I came back, I felt much better after a good sleep. As a result, I overslept, so I quickly got up and finished writing it. In fact, although Monk didn’t ship much, he was really working hard...
