Li Qi stopped at the end of the bridge and looked down at his reflection in the water. Although he could not be called elegant, he was handsome and gentle. It was a pity that he was wearing a linen gown with a few holes in it, which made him look a little shabby.
When he came here, he not only lost his wife and relatives, but also fell from a real handsome man to a real poor girl, not to mention the talented and beautiful women in the past.
Even some of the maids around ladies looked down upon him.
It seems that no matter what dynasty or where, lace silk will always exist to set off tall, handsome and wealthy people.
However, Li Qi didn't care about these ridicules, but he felt a little funny in his heart. Although he was not engaged in historical research, he still knew the history of the Song Dynasty quite well. After all, his few historical idols were almost
Both were born in the Song Dynasty, and Yue Fei, who served his country loyally, was of course the first to bear the brunt. Li Qingzhao, the eternally talented woman who could write "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi", also made him admire greatly. Being able to meet these two great figures also became
Li Qi's first wish when he came here.
The Song Dynasty has always valued literature over martial arts, and Li Qi knows that. People here have always liked to dance, write poems, and compose poems. But it's no wonder. There are no TVs here, and there are no computers. There are no bars or dance halls.
Besides being able to write calligraphy, compose a few limericks, tease beauties, and visit brothels, what else can they do?
It's just that this year is already the fourth year of Xuanhe, which is 1122 AD. In just four years, it will be the famous "Jingkang Shame" in Chinese history, and it will also be the most humiliating and gloomy moment in the history of the Han people.
When the Jin soldiers enter the capital, the people will naturally be devastated and their families will be destroyed.
Li Qi secretly said: "I really hope that by then you can use the brush in your hand to poke those golden soldiers to death, and use your poems to influence those barbarians who are like wolves and tigers."
Thinking of this, Li Qi couldn't help but let out a long sigh. When would it be impossible to travel through time, but to travel through time at this juncture? What a natural disaster!
Damn it, God, you are deliberately trying to kill me!
Li Qi, who became more and more angry as he thought about it, kicked up a pebble under his feet and dropped it into the river.
There was a soft sound of "dong", and ripples appeared on the calm river. Suddenly, the silhouette of a woman appeared in the microwave. Li Qi's expression changed drastically and he shouted: "Qingting!"
Before the sound fell, the beautiful shadow in the water disappeared.
It turned out that all this was Li Qi's hallucination. Although he had almost figured it out after a night's rest, it was almost impossible for him to go back 900 years later. Rather than surrendering here, he might as well treat it as...
It was a trip, and I might wake up one day and go back again. After all, things are unpredictable. But sometimes, he couldn't help but miss his wife and his parents.
Li Qi sighed, shook his head, looked into the distance, and softly sang Jay Chou's Chinese-style "Chrysanthemum Terrace".
your tears
Weak and wounded
The pale moon crescents hook the past
The night is too long
condensed into frost
Who is in the attic, cold and desperate?
The rain bounces gently
vermilion window
My whole life has been blown away by the wind on paper
Dream in the distance
Turn into a scent
Let the wind blow away your appearance
Chrysanthemums all over the ground are bruised
Your smile has turned yellow
The flower falls and the heart breaks
My thoughts flow quietly
The north wind and the chaotic night are still young
Your shadow keeps cutting
Leave me alone
Paired on the lake
This situation and situation also correspond to this song.
"Good lyrics, good music, what a 'Leave me alone in pairs on the lake', wonderful! It's really wonderful!" A crisp voice sounded behind Li Qi, accompanied by the sound of a small fan tapping his palms.
There is quite a sense of praise in it.
Li Qi was startled by this ridiculous compliment. He quickly turned around and saw a handsome young man looking at him with a smile.
Damn! You can’t even make a sound when walking these days!
But I saw that handsome young man with a melon face, icy skin, autumn eyes, red lips and white teeth, holding a white origami fan in his hand, wearing a white robe, feminine and elegant, and looking like a young boy.
Korean?
Li Qi, who has never watched Korean idol dramas, also knows that Koreans like boys who are neither male nor female and have no masculinity at all. They are originally born to be average, but they want to be like women.
Behind the young master stood a young man holding a dagger, who also looked like a woman.
Could it be that gays already existed in the Song Dynasty?
Young Master Qiao took a step forward, raised his hands and praised: "Brother, what a literary talent! I admire you, I admire you."
Li Qi was slightly startled, imitating others, and responded with his hands raised: "I don't dare, I don't dare!"
Young Master Qiao's eyes showed expectation and he said curiously: "But I don't know what the name of the song that brother just sang is called. Can you teach me."
Li Qi shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't dare to teach you anything. The name of this song is--it's called "The Lost Chrysanthemum"!"
Primary school teachers have taught us that when copying someone else’s stuff, don’t copy it rigidly, but add your own creativity to it. Even though it’s just one word difference, the meaning is vastly different.
Of course, Li Qi would not think that this handsome young man knew the ultimate secret of chrysanthemums.
""The Broken Chrysanthemum"?"
Young Master Qiao recited it in a low voice, then suddenly held a fan in his right hand, clapped his left palm, and shouted with a hint of excitement: "What a song "Chrysanthemum Broken", my brother is really a master without showing off his appearance!"
A trace of displeasure flashed in Li Qi's eyes. The reason why a superior person doesn't show off his appearance is just a reference to the shabby clothes I wore. But he still smiled and said: "You are not a superior person, I'm just a commoner. That song just now
The ditty is also composed from a feeling, and is sung randomly. Young Master, please don’t take it seriously.”
Between words, Li Qi had already attributed the song "Chrysanthemum Terrace" to his own writing, but this was not considered plagiarism. You must know that Brother Fang and Brother Zhou only created the song "Chrysanthemum Terrace" in 2006.
, and he had already sung it in 1122 AD, which was more than 900 years earlier. Even if you go to court, I believe the judge will only convict you of false accusations.
The more Li Qi said this, the more admiration the handsome young man felt in his heart. He savored the song "The Lost Chrysanthemum" again, his expression suddenly dimmed, and he seemed to be moved by this song. He sighed slightly and said
: "I guess my brother is just missing the beauty."
Sweat! If Brother Fang traveled here through time, he would definitely be a great talent. He could write a lyric and place it in any era, and it would make people excited. God, you really chose the wrong person!
Li Qi did not deny it, but said with a wry smile: "Young Master will laugh."
"I don't dare, I don't dare. Brother, my name is Zhuji, Zhao Jing has been taught by me. May I ask my brother Gao's name?" Zhao Jing said with cupped hands, and his pink face was almost dripping with water.
Li Qi was humble when he saw him, and felt quite fond of him. After all, he couldn't even find anyone to talk to here. He smiled and said, "The villain's surname is Li, and his name is a strange character."
"It turns out to be Brother Li, I'm so rude!" Zhao Jing bowed.
When Li Qi saw him, he bowed again, and one of them was as big as the other. Oh my god! Did the ancient people have so much effort to speak?
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