Changsun Wuji joked: "The Su family got a big deal today, so we have to work harder when singing songs later."
"As it should be. Please wait a moment." Su Xiaoxiaoqiao smiled brightly and agreed.
At that moment, she hurriedly put away the poem carefully and handed it to the maidservant who came with her. Then she asked the maidservant to prepare the phoenix-tailed harp she had brought, and she cleared her throat.
After a while, the maidservant played the piano, melodious and light, and everyone quickly sat down and listened attentively.
Su Xiaoxiao's lips opened, and everyone was shocked when she opened her mouth.
What she sang was a song, not a different one, it was the eternal masterpiece "Shui Tiao Song Tou. When Will the Bright Moon Come" written by Xia Yu before.
But that's not the point. The point is that Su Xiaoxiao's singing voice is not only very clear and melodious, but also clear, extremely dry and quiet, with a kind of penetrating and infectious power that is refreshing to the heart.
In just a moment, it captured everyone's ears and hearts, making them intoxicated.
When the song was finished and Su Xiaoxiao bowed, everyone felt like they were waking up from a dream.
Xia Yu smacked her lips. With such a vocal condition, God really rewarded her. He had listened to countless singers in his previous life, and it seemed that only the singing voice of Queen Faye Wong could compare with it.
"Amazing! This singing is really like the sound of nature, it really lingers around and seems to have a lingering sound for three days!" Xia Yu couldn't help but admire.
"Hehe, military advisor, this is what I like." Li Daoxuan, a fool, started to giggle a little.
"It's really wonderful!" Changsun Wuji was also dazzled and praised: "It is said that the Su family's singing is unparalleled in the world. When I saw it today, it turned out to be true."
Su Xiaoxiao was so happy that she was praised. She glanced at Xie Aman and Xue Tao proudly and returned to her seat with her head held high like a victorious peacock.
What are you proud of? A certain maiko will not lose to you later.
Xie Aman secretly hummed in his heart, looked at Xia Yu with charming eyes, and said sweetly: "Master, now it's the slave's turn. If the poem is not good enough, the slave's family will not accept it!"
Su Xiaoxiao called him Young Master and saw that Xia Yu didn't object. Xie Aman also followed suit and shortened the distance.
Xia Yu shivered when she heard it: Good guy, this voice is so hoarse that it makes people's bones go numb. No wonder the ancients said that beauty is a disaster.
"Haha, I'll try my best."
Xia Yuqian smiled: Amitabha, I am not a determined person, why do you always test me with such sexy battles? What a sin! What a sin!
After thinking for a while, he selected another song: "Thank you everyone, I will give you a poem, "Bu Suanzi. Ode to Plum Blossoms", I hope you like it."
As soon as everyone heard this, they gathered around and wanted to see it first.
Everyone in the world knows that Xia Yu was good at writing poems and even better at writing lyrics. The popularity of his lyrics soared rapidly in the Tang Dynasty.
“Beside the broken bridge on the ancient road, it is lonely and ownerless.
It’s already dusk and I’m sad alone, and it’s even more windy and rainy.”
There is no intention of struggling for spring, and once everyone is jealous.
It fell into pieces and turned into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same."
"Good words!" As soon as Changsun Wuji finished reading, his eyes shone and he clapped his hands: "I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I have been jealous of all the flowers, and I have written all the aloofness and nobility of plum blossoms!"
Ling Jing was also impressed and said: "This poem is once again a masterpiece of the ages! With such great poets as Military Master, it won't be long before the popularity of poems in the Tang Dynasty will catch up with poetry."
"It fell into mud and ground into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same." Xie Aman had a special liking for this last sentence, and murmured it softly, as if he was a little crazy.
She was originally from a good family, but in troubled times her family was ruined and she fell into the dust, isn't it just like the plum blossoms that have been scattered into mud and crushed into dust?
As long as the fragrance remains the same, Xie Aman vaguely understands Xia Yu's kind expectations for her, and hopes that no matter how difficult she goes through, she will not change her original intention and live firmly.
Xia Yu also made the payment as before, and then handed it over: "Thank you everyone, it's yours."
Xie Aman's eyes were a little moist. She felt that Xia Yu understood her and did not look down on her because she was a prostitute. Instead, he gave her the greatest respect as a personality.
"Thank you, Mr. Xie." Xie Aman took the poem and gave another solemn salute: "Young Master fists with your heart, and Aman accepts it with your heart."
Xia Yu nodded.
After all, no matter how popular these famous prostitutes are, they are still poor people who have fallen into prostitution, but there is nothing he can do except encourage them.
I hope they will be stronger and have a good ending in the end.
All the men looked at each other. Naturally, they knew the meaning of Xia Yu's words, and they gave a thumbs up: What a romantic military advisor who cherishes beauty and cherishes his beauty. With just one word, he is afraid that Xie Aman's heart will be taken away.
For a time, everyone was envious, but they only hated themselves for not having that literary talent, and could only be sentimental and hateful since ancient times.
"Thank you everyone," Chai Shao said cheerfully: "You have made a lot of money with such kind words! Today, you have to show off your special skills to thank the military advisor."
"I will take my orders." Xie Aman took off his fox fur, revealing a set of fiery red body-hugging clothes.
Xia Yu was stunned: This fancy outfit didn't seem like an ordinary dance outfit, but instead seemed to be used for martial arts training.
Seeing Xia Yu's confusion, Chai Shao smiled and explained, "I don't know, military advisor, but Xie's longest dance skill is the sword dance, which is unparalleled in the world."
"I just want to thank everyone for having a rule: don't dance unless you catch someone's eye, so it's rare to see her. Today, we can count it as thanks to the military advisor."
Xia Yu suddenly realized: Sword dance is really new! She suddenly became interested.
I saw Xie Aman taking a light sword from the arms of his maidservant, cupping his hands to everyone, and then walked out of the pavilion and came to the courtyard.
"Quickly, open the curtain." Xia Yu hurriedly ordered.
Yinping hurriedly led people to roll up the wind-shielding curtains. Although the wind and snow immediately rolled in, making it a bit cold, he couldn't care less at this time.
In the wind and snow, Xie Aman held his breath and drew his sword and made a gesture.
In an instant, the beauty put away her charm, and replaced it with a heroic spirit between her brows. The transformation was so fast that it was like two people.
Immediately, the sword light turned and the sword dance started.
I saw that Xie Aman's body was strong and agile, and the light of his sword was both dazzling and eye-catching, like a flying silver dragon. When the sword was sharp, it was like a thunderous thunder, which took people's breath away. When the sword was breathed, the light was hidden, like the restrained ripples of the river and sea.
What a sword dance!
Xia Yu was dazzled by what he saw. Although he didn't know how this sword dance would be in actual combat, at least in terms of performance, it was at full strength and dazzling enough!
After a while, the sword dance ended, Xu Aman sheathed her sword and settled down. The beauty was slightly out of breath, and her plump breasts rose and fell in an alluring way.
"Cai!" Chai Shao took the lead, and the group cheered loudly.
Even the competitors Su Xiaoxiao and Xue Tao had to be convinced. In terms of dancing skills, Xie Aman was truly the best in the world.
Xia Yu suddenly remembered Du Fu's "Watching Lady Gongsun Dance with the Sword" and immediately blurted out, praising:
"Today there is a beautiful lady named Xie Aman, who dances with her sword and moves all directions.
The viewer is as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth are depressed for a long time.
? Like Yi shooting at nine sunsets, like a group of emperors soaring like a dragon.
It comes like thunder to calm down its wrath, and it ends like the clear light of the river and sea.”
Everyone did not expect Xia Yu to start writing poetry again. They were stunned and immediately applauded again. Ling Jing even smiled bitterly and said: "This is a well-written poem, and it is of the highest quality. Such ability is beyond the reach of Ling."
Changsun Wuji also had a look of resentment on his face and said: "I also think that in the future poetry gatherings, as long as military advisors participate, I'd better stay away, or simply say nothing to avoid embarrassment."
He was also shocked.
"Hahaha!" The pavilion burst into laughter again.
Xie Aman was extremely happy. It was a surprise to get a good poem today. Unexpectedly, Xia Yu was in a good mood and sent another "advertising" poem.
As soon as this poem came out, her reputation as a good dancer would inevitably become famous in the Tang Dynasty along with this poem, and even be famous throughout the ages.
This kindness is so great!
"Thank you, sir. But can you--" Xie Aman, who had been so heroic just now, hesitated and squirmed.
"Can I write it to you? Yes." Xia Yu laughed.
Anyway, he had a lot of stuff in his stomach, so he immediately returned to his seat, wrote with a stroke of his pen, and handed it to Xie Man, who was returning to the pavilion.
"Thank you, Mr. Sir. I can't repay you for this kind kindness. I will do my best to do it if you are asked to do so in the future." Xie Aman was really moved, although she knew that with Xia Yu's wisdom and power, there was probably nothing she could do to help.
You have to be busy, but you have to have an attitude.
Su Xiaoxiao on the side was really jealous, feeling that Xie Aman had stolen the limelight, but in terms of dancing skills, she was really not as good as others, so she had to secretly feel upset.
Xue Tao has a quiet and generous personality, and is not so competitive. Although he is a little envious, he also knows that everyone has his own fate, so there is no need to worry about it in vain.
"Sir," Xue Tao couldn't help but said impatiently: "The two sisters have fulfilled their wishes, now it's time for the slave family."
"Haha, everyone Xue, don't worry, Yu will write it right away."
Xia Yu didn't refuse, and after thinking for a moment, she picked up the pen again. When everyone saw this, they rushed up and gathered around to watch.
"Plum snow contends for spring but refuses to fall,
The poet paid for writing and commenting.
Mei Xu Xun's snow is three-thirds white,
Snow loses the fragrance of plum blossoms."
"What a poem!" Ling Jing immediately cheered, as excited as if he had drank ten glasses of wine, his face flushed with excitement: "Although the words are not gorgeous, they are full of philosophy. This is the best way to educate people through poetry."
"Yes," Chai Shaoye said repeatedly: "Many people in the world are dissatisfied, but they don't know that a ruler is short and an inch is strong. Being yourself is the right way."
Xia Yu nodded. They are all smart people. She understood his thoughts at a glance, and immediately nominated the poem for signature, and then handed the poem to Xue Tao: "Master Xue, this is yours."
"Thank you, Mr. Xue." Xue Tao was extremely happy. The artistic conception and level of his poem were not bad at all.
