"Although I am fond of the harp, who will listen when I open my mouth? When the Tao Tao Tao Tao Tao Tao Tao Tao Tao Tao Tao, the music is resolute, and the joy is full of friendship, it is time to go back? If you are not a good man, you hold a harp, shed two tears, and sigh three times..."
The faintly meaningful words and music soared down with the clanging sound, and the blending of the sounds was so captivating that it was beyond words.
There was total silence...
Where do these fairy sounds and wise words come from, falling from the sky like springs from the nine heavens? It makes people feel cool.
Where does it come from that the meaning of long-term love is like the broken fragrance from a century-old wine jar? It makes people confused and confused.
Everyone knows that wonderful sounds can make people drunk, but they didn't expect to feel drunk today when they heard the fairy sounds. This sound was a hundred times richer than the wine on the table, but when it entered the ears, it left a fragrance on the lips and teeth.
"At that time, Miss Xian'er's painting "Hundred Shows" was regarded as a god, and her exquisite painting skills were comparable to those of contemporary masters. Today, when I hear her music, I don't think that her piano skills are outstanding and her voice is as beautiful as wine. There are thousands of talented girls from the south of the Yangtze River.
You can’t find anyone who can compare with Miss Xian’er, right?”
"Miss Xian'er is so amazing. I don't know how she looks behind the curtain. Unfortunately, I can only see an outline, but not her figure or face. It really makes me anxious!"
"Why are you making such a fuss? It's so noisy that I can't hear Miss Xian'er's voice. If you say anything again, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
During the discussion, Xia Shang couldn't help but be curious. The beauty of this piano sound was really rare. It was hard to believe that a young girl could have such skill.
As far as Xia Shang's understanding of music is concerned, it would be impossible for anyone to express music so vividly and so shockingly without having to practice hard for more than ten or twenty years. But I heard from people around me that Miss Xian'er was not more than ten years old.
Seven, how can you have such wonderful piano skills and singing voice? Is it really a gift?
"Eh?"
Xia Shang let out a sigh and turned to look at Yazhi: "I heard that your piano skills are also excellent. Compared with your skills and this girl Xian'er, who is better?"
Yazhi's pretty face turned red. Although there was a hint of reluctance in her eyes, she had to admit that the music here was much better than hers.
It made Yazhi feel ashamed and made Xia Shang even more surprised.
Just when I was about to ask something, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped!
The hall was still silent, as if it was still immersed in the previous beauty and couldn't extricate itself for a long time.
"Da da da……"
A girl walked from upstairs to the hall, holding a piano, walked to the small stage in the center under the gaze of everyone, and gently put down the piano.
"Everyone, this is the guqin that Miss Xian'er played just now. It's called Ya Shisan. I believe you all know the beauty of its sound. I won't introduce it too much here. I'm going to auction it here. The starting price is three thousand taels of silver.
The higher one gets it.”
"ah?"
The hall became noisy.
"Hey! Is there any mistake? We are here to see Miss Xian'er, not for any auction."
The woman on the stage was calm and explained with a chuckle: "Don't worry, everyone. I haven't finished talking yet! Miss Xian'er has said that whoever can take a picture of this piano can be invited upstairs to have a look first.
Look at the girl's appearance. I believe everyone knows that Miss Xian'er has never seen any man so far. Whoever wants to be the first to see Miss Xian'er's true appearance should not be willing to part with some money.
At the same time, if any of the gentlemen present can compose a poem to describe Miss Xian'er's music, Miss Xian'er will also be invited upstairs. Of course, there is only one place available, and the person who has the best poem in the room must be the one with the best poem. With that said, let's start the auction!"
With the previous songs as a foreshadowing, you can see the true appearance of Miss Xian'er first when you listen to it. How can the scene not be popular?
Moreover, this is the opportunity to become famous. Whether it is paying money or writing poems, as long as you can stand out, you can easily gain fame.
as expected!
As soon as the woman finished speaking, the starting price of three thousand taels was pushed to five thousand taels of silver, and the trend continued unabated.
Literary men obviously couldn't compete with rich businessmen for money, so they were thinking hard about poems at this time.
Xia Shang remained calm, looked at the little fat man beside him, and said in his heart that given his aristocratic attitude, he would definitely grab this piano.
But what is unexpected is that the little fat man did not make any movement and ate the food on the table tirelessly.
"Brother, would you like Xia to compose a poem?" Xia Shang asked tentatively.
The little fat man looked at the stand, then around, and wiped his mouth: "How much silver?"
"Twenty taels."
"No, it's not cost-effective."
Unexpectedly, the little fat man refused without hesitation, which made Xia Shang feel a little embarrassed. After knowing that the little fat man had gnawed the pig's trotters clean, he explained to Xia Shang: "But just go up and meet, what's the point? That's not the case.
It is said that if you win this round, you can become Miss Xian'er's guest. Not to mention three thousand taels, even thirty taels is not cost-effective. I don't know if you can win twenty taels for a poem, so I'll wait and see.
.”
"Hey, this little fat guy has quite a bright mind."
Xia Shang returned to his seat, and Yazhi behind him patted Xia Shang's back gently: "Master, I have a song here, is it okay?"
"Um?"
"The sound of the fairy falls for nine days, lulling people to sleep. If you listen carefully, you will not know where to go. There is a bead curtain one foot long."
"Xiao Nizi, is this your improvisation?" Xia Shang was quite surprised and looked back at Yazhi.
But Yazhi was stunned by the sound of "little girl", her little face turned red and she said angrily: "Master, I am now a man."
Only then did Xia Shang react, and he smiled awkwardly and was about to speak.
But the little fat man heard what he said just now, and he immediately came over: "Hey, hey, hey... what did you just say?"
"Nothing said."
"No! Read that poem to me again? Twenty taels is twenty taels!"
With that said, the little fat man took out another ingot of silver and gave it to Xia Shang: "Quick, read it again and listen."
Although I don’t know why the little fat man suddenly changed his mind, but he already has the money, what else do he need to care about?
"The sound of the fairy falls for nine days, lulling people to sleep. If you listen carefully, you will not know where to go. There is a bead curtain one foot long."
Xia Shang read it once, and the little fat man turned red with excitement: "What a poem, what a poem! Just these few sentences will definitely win the jackpot!"
At this time, the competition between the fields is coming to an end.
The Guqin was finally sold for eleven thousand taels, and I heard it was a wealthy businessman from other places.
Literati from all walks of life also showed their works one after another. Since Xia Shang's attention was not present, he did not hear it very clearly. He only heard someone shouting "Master Ouyang".
At first glance, my deskmate, Ouyang Changhao, was standing in the middle of the room accepting compliments from various scribes. He held his hands in front of him, pretending to be a polite coquettish figure that made people want to punch him.
"Young Master, Young Master Ouyang is well-known in Yangzhou. The Ouyang family is a famous literary family in China. It is said that his father once compiled ancient books in the palace, and his grandfather was a great Confucian scholar all over the world. And..."
"what else?"
"Yazhi doesn't know whether to speak up or not?"
"What can't you say?"
"Ouyang Changhao has always been interested in your wife Qin Huairou." (To be continued)