Wang Xu withdrew his gaze, wondering what he would choose here if he were replaced by Taigong Shi back then.
Shi Taigong was born in a wealthy family in the county, and his family was very well-established. As the second eldest son in the family, Shi Taigong did nothing all day long. He could only carry cages to play with birds and make friends with foxes and dogs. His family was very supportive of him.
Why do you support it? Because a snake can only have one head. The eldest son of the historian has a good reputation and there is no need for a shrewd second son. Otherwise, if two tigers fight, one of them will be injured.
Therefore, when Taigong Shi was young, he was really a playboy, just like a little bully.
If he were on the ship and faced with the offer of one thousand taels, he might really have agreed.
After all, Tian had no worries about selling his cub, and the Shi family back then had a rich fortune. Taigong Shi had to kneel down in the ancestral hall for three days, and it was really possible that he could grit his teeth and agree.
"Shi Taigong was the only person who escaped from the Red Ship in the past fifty years. If this was an opportunity, Shi Taigong must have seized it, and those who did not escape probably did not seize the opportunity."
Wang Xu thought like this and went to observe other people's reactions.
Sure enough, when they heard the number one thousand taels, many people's expressions changed drastically.
It's not that these people can't come up with a thousand taels. On the contrary, there is no one here who is short of money. If they want to sell iron, they can also come up with ten thousand taels.
It's just that using a thousand taels of silver to make a beautiful woman smile is a bit outrageous.
It was King You of Zhou who played tricks on the princes with beacon fire, Cao Cao who was stunned by his lust and stupidity, and Liu An, the King of Huainan who lived and died.
Although these people present could not be called gentlemen, they were not old bachelors who had never seen a woman before.
When I heard the price of one thousand taels of silver, everyone was beating the drum. No one's money came from the strong wind. Is it worth it?
"I have a luminous pearl here. Please take a look at it and see if it is worth a thousand taels."
Without saying a word, Wang Xu took out a walnut-sized luminous pearl from his sleeve and placed it in front of everyone.
Everyone came up to take a look and nodded: "If there are not more than three or five thousand taels of this luminous pearl, don't even think about it."
"That's good." Wang Xu threw the Night Pearl to Mr. Turtle and smiled kindly at him.
Mr. Turtle took a look at the Night Pearl, nodded slightly, and said, "Is there anyone else who wants to see my young lady?"
Everyone was silent for a while. Look at me and look at you. No one wants to be taken advantage of.
Seeing everyone's reaction, Mr. Turtle stopped talking and turned to Wang Xu: "If you want to meet my lady, a thousand taels is just a stepping stone. You must have some skills to do so."
"What does it mean to be capable?"
Ability has many meanings. It is the so-called three hundred and sixty lines, and one will be number one in every line.
Even if you pee further than others, can you still be called capable?
"Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, sword dance, or even heresy, whatever you are good at is fine. As long as you can satisfy me, you will pass the second level." Mr. Turtle said it lightly. Wang Xu thought about it carefully, but found something.
None of it is simple.
Satisfaction, what is satisfaction, what is Mr. Turtle’s preference? Wang Xu doesn’t know how to prescribe the right medicine.
You must know that even Li Bai's poems have been criticized as being too spacey. It's impossible to find faults in any of them.
Wang Xu understood just by thinking about it that there was something wrong with this request. If Mr. Turtle was satisfied in his heart but pretended to be dissatisfied, wouldn't he be considered a loser?
"It seems like I'm going to show off my real skills this time!"
Wang Xu coughed and said, "I choose a song. I have a song called "Dancing Girl" for everyone."
When they heard Wang Xu choose a song, everyone around them looked stunned. No one expected that he would choose this song. Even the girl who was playing the piano and singing on the stage was stunned.
Wang Xu wanted this effect. He pointed at the three girls and whispered: "Where is the music?"
The girls looked at each other, the one in the lead covered her mouth and smiled softly, gently waving the strings.
Wang Xu cleared his throat and sang in a low voice: "How many people have gone through joys and sorrows just to live."
The bass has a vibrato, giving people a sense of vicissitudes of life. Wang Xu himself is a good singer, and the three girls harmonize with the sound of the piano, and the feeling of vastness suddenly hits the face.
“How many people have shed blood and tears just to live, who can express their sadness?
Ah~ Who can understand the sorrow of being a dancer, even if she sheds tears, she still smiles at others.
Ah ha, come on, come on, dance, your steps start to sway, no matter who the other person is."
What Wang Xu sang was Han Baoyi's classic song "Dancing Girl". It is said that as soon as this song appeared at that time, it became popular throughout the bay, and radiated from the bay to Hong Kong Island and the mainland. There was no enemy wherever it passed.
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For a time, the song and dance hall was full of dancers' songs, and mysterious ladies wearing black socks and rabbit ears sang this song with tears in their eyes.
This is a song that expresses the joys and sorrows of a dancing girl, and the joys and sorrows of a dancing girl. The joys and sorrows come together, and some of them are able to stop crying.
Ordinary people might not think anything of it when they hear this song. But when it falls in the ears of girls in the romantic field, it is as if it was tailor-made for them.
Aren't they, the miserable people who are trapped in a romantic field, just dancing girls with tears in their eyes and smiling at others?
For a moment, the three girls playing the piano felt sad when they heard the singing. This song was a true portrayal of them. Life is indeed a dream.
"My surname is Mai Mingba, I'm showing off my embarrassment, I'm showing off my embarrassment!"
After singing a song, Wang Xu repeatedly raised his hands to the people around him. The place where he was most confident in himself was his voice. If he wasn't afraid of sore butts, he would have participated in programs such as The Voice.
"There are peaches in the garden, but they are really delicious. I am worried. I sing and ballad. This is poetry. What are you singing?" Turtle Gong suddenly turned his face, pointed at Wang Xu and burst into laughter.
Wang Xu looked at the people around him and found that everyone was also covering their faces with their sleeves, as if they were ashamed to see others.
Several of the people dressed as scholars were even more ashamed and sighed: "How can such vulgarity be poetry? It is really an insult to elegance, an insult to elegance."
scare
The definition of song by modern people is different from the definition of song by ancient people.
Manjianghong, Shuidiao Getou, Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgic, Suwu Muyang, Hujia Shibapai, these talents that use poetry as a carrier and are paired with music are called songs.
Even if you don't sing it and just read it, you can still feel the profound meaning.
Modern songs, on the other hand, are more straightforward and have few restrictions. Anyone can make up a few lines of lyrics and then say that this is a song. Even if it is inconsistent and inconsistent, as long as it sounds good, there is no other requirement.
In ancient times, there were strict requirements for the narrative method, rhythm, and wording of poetry. Every word must be carefully crafted. If you make a mistake in a word, the meaning may change.
For example, if ancient poetry is a glass of euphemistic wine that needs to be savored carefully, modern songs are like white wine that can be done in one step.
In ancient times, when scholars were the majority, anyone who dared to write modern songs would definitely be attacked by a group of people, and then kicked ten thousand times after being knocked down.
Wang Xu didn't know this, he only knew that he sang very well and made the three girls who played the piano cry. Now when he saw Mr. Turtle looking for trouble, he immediately said angrily: "You can't even sing such a good song, old bastard
, when someone calls you Turtle Gong, do you really think of yourself as the prime minister? Humph, if you can’t fight with literature, then fight with force, you think I’m afraid of you!”
"Who sang the song?"
Before the two parties could get started, a graceful girl in light gauze walked down from the third floor.
This girl's eyes are like pearls and her fingers are like green onions. Through the gauze, you can see a large area of her exposed skin. Except for some important positions, the whole body is visible, which makes people feel slightly stiff.
"Miss, it's this person." Mr. Turtle trotted over and pointed at Wang Xu.
Wang Xu didn't show any weakness. He had even defeated the old monster from Montenegro. How could he be frightened by a female ghost who had been dead for eighty years and had not even practiced for a hundred years?
It's a pity that he really thought wrong. The next second, the girl scared him as soon as she opened her mouth.
"Dancing girl, Han Baoyi?" The girl's eyes were shining as she opened her mouth to Wang Xu.
When Wang Xu heard this, he was stunned on the spot, as if he was suddenly stopped while walking on the road and asked if he still remembered Grandma Rong by the Daming Lake.
Dancer is a modern song. How could an ancient person from fictional history know the song Dancer and know that the singer is Han Baoyi?
If his memory was not confused, it seems that he only said that the song was called Dancing Girl, but did not mention Han Baoyi's name.
"Alternative history, by the way, this dynasty was supposed to be the Ming Dynasty, but in the end it was replaced by the inexplicable Daning Dynasty. It is possible that there have been time travelers in this world before, and the Daning Dynasty was founded by time travellers, so this Lin Yingying, could it be"
Wang Xu looked at the girl and said nothing for a long time. After a short silence, he tentatively said: "The king of heaven and the tiger of the earth?"
"Pagoda Town River Demon!"
The girl answered fluently, while looking him up and down, she asked: "Why is your face so yellow?"
Wang Xu squinted his eyes and said word by word: "The wax is applied in the cold weather!"
"Why is it red again?" the girl asked again.
"hiss!"
Wang Xu took a breath, reached out and grabbed the three-pointed two-edged knife, and slashed it down on the head: "Fuck you!"