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Two good friends of the Jinyiwei, Wu Bin and Du Shuangyu, are discussing whether to help or not, and what benefits can you get if you help Bai Minghe.
Suddenly, there would be a shocking cheer in the whole poem.
The two looked into the lake and saw a small boat lined up. The white crane stood at the bow of the boat holding a bamboo flute, constantly holding his fists to the shore for a greeting.
The boat behind stopped, and only one boat sent Bai Minghe to the pavilion.
When the white-famous crane stepped on the shore with one foot, it instantly became quiet. There was only the breeze of the spring night and some sounds.
The white-known crane clasped his fists again: "I, a white-known crane in Guanzhong, cannot present poems to everyone tonight, since I talk about the wind, flowers, snow and moon tonight, then I, a white-known crane, will give you a wonderful memory. You will definitely make a trip tonight!"
Many people shouted loudly, and what they should expect was that the Baiming He spent almost an hour to create some miracles for these famous actors. What's more, the courtesans in the capital had shown enough talents before, which could be said to have shocked the scholars in Zhuozhou.
The white-known crane sat back on his seat.
On these eight boats, the curtain of a boat was opened, and a popular Qing Guaner in Zhuozhou sat at the bow: "Young Master Bai spread a story, one song, one song. This song is sung twice. The little girl is honored to present this story to you all." After that, she stood up and bowed.
Story, tell stories!
Many people were stunned. Can a story make tonight an unforgettable memory?
"By the way, at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, evil officials were in power, and the people were living in poverty...
The young man spoke, whether he was interested or not, he became quiet. The poem would tell a story. If it was interesting, it would be harmless. At least the white-famous crane was also written for everyone.
The literati of the Ming Dynasty were still very graceful, at least in the early Ming Dynasty.
"In Lanruo Temple, Young Master Ning had just put on a mat to rest. A woman in red, with her muscles reflected by flowing clouds, her feet were raised and her bamboo shoots were erect, and she looked like a long time during the day, and she was so beautiful."
Speaking of this, many people at the poetry meeting were fantasizing about the appearance of this woman.
The story naturally needs to be told:
The woman laughed and said, "I can't sleep on the moonlit night, I wish to cultivate the swallows." Ning Zhengrong said, "You are afraid of people's words. If you make a mistake, you will be shameless." The woman said, "I am ignorant at night." Ning scolded him again. If the girl was wandering around, she would say, "Go away quickly! Otherwise, you should call Nan to sacrifice her life." The woman was afraid, so she retreated. She went out and returned home, put a gold mattress on the mattress. She would throw it to the courtyard house, saying, "Things that are not righteous will be defiled!" The woman was ashamed and went out, picking up the gold and saying, "This Han should be iron and stone."
At this time, the mood in the field changed a little.
Some people are saying that this woman is shameless, while others say that she is secretly feeling sorry for Ning Caichen. More people praise Ning Caichen's high righteousness!
But the young Taoist nun said, "This girl is afraid of being a bad person!"
The woman on the boat continued to tell the story: "When they were less than three steps apart, Ning Caichen thought in his heart: the woman was so happy that she was wearing a beautiful makeup, and she was full of tears. She did not doubt her ghost, but was suspected of being an immortal!"
How many young men regretted missing a good man, but this sudden turn naturally made people shout.
"What a good sentence, I'm suspected to be an immortal! I'm going to be a big white!" Suddenly someone shouted on the shore, and then poured a bottle of wine directly. This shouting was exactly what many men thought at this time.
Even Yang Buwu, who was disliked by Bai Minghe, was immersed in the fantasy.
But Sun Yuanjun laughed and scolded: "My husband has really changed his cup."
The girls were fighting again.
But the plot is moving forward. When talking about grandma's cruelty and Xiaoqian's helplessness, many people are shouting and scolding Dayuan Wudao, which makes the world's evil demons abound.
The white-famous he smiled slightly, and the atmosphere was very good.
This story was originally about the late Ming Dynasty. I was in the Ming Dynasty, so I naturally could not say that the Ming Dynasty was dark. Moreover, scolding the Yuan Dynasty was also beneficial to what I wanted to do next.
The story completely attracted the people in the poetry club. When Ning Caichen knew that Xiaoqian was a ghost and a man, the story-telling woman suddenly stopped.
At this time, no one urged me. Whether in the pavilion, in the flower shed, or by the lake, everyone couldn't bear to hear Ning Caichen leaving Xiaoqian. But what can we do if we don't know each other?
The sound of the piano started! The curtains on the other two boats were also picked up, one played the piano, and the other woman sang loudly:
Ten miles apart, the sky is full of frost, and the green hair is in the sad years. Looking at each other alone in the moon shape, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals.
What a saying, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals!
Drunk, countless people are drunk, not because of wine, but because of this poem.
The girls in the flower shed were completely shocked.
Even Sun Yuanjun did not expect that his husband would make such a shocking work.
Yan Chixia appears, fights the demons, saves Xiaoqian, and finally gets married!
The cheers in the whole garden went up and down, not only because of this perfect ending, but because people feel happy, killing evil and saving good. Isn’t this Confucian way?
"Everyone, please raise your glass. This cup of honors the heroes of the world. In order to drive away the Tartars and restore China, I respect my Ming Dynasty forever!"
The white-famous crane raised his glass and led a new ** in the garden.
Not only Yang Buwu, but at least a dozen scholars all labeled Bai Minghe as a fame at this time. If they were to say it lightly, this was also a move to charm the superiors. It was not ashamed of the scholars of the Ming Dynasty. Any scholars of the Ming Dynasty who were noble and righteous would never make poems that praise the court.
Bai Minghe himself knew that what he praised was not the court, but the heroes who died on the battlefield.
The white-famous crane burst into tears, and couldn't help but shed two lines of hot tears.
China has suffered a few hardships for 5,000 years. He has experienced hundreds of times more profound than these scholars. In the modern times of his life, he brought goods to some countries, where they were both Chinese customers, but they were discriminated against in the local area like fourth-class citizens.
All of this is like a sharp blade in the heart.
After drinking a full glass of wine, Bai Minghe nodded heavily at the boats.
The song "A Chinese Ghost Story" started with a local woman in Zhuozhou. The sad music, with a sad voice, made many people cry.
At the end of one song, another singer stood at the bow of the boat.
This is Bai Minghe's luck, because the singer was sold from the south, and she still remembers the accent of her hometown. A song that made the audience unable to understand, but was even more touching. It was almost close to Bai Minghe's original version of "A Chinese Ghost Story" that Bai Minghe had heard in later generations appeared in Zhuozhou City, Daming, Ming Dynasty.
Just as countless people were intoxicated by the singing, Bai Minghe quietly pulled Sun Yuanjun away.
After leaving the garden, Bai Minghe noticed that he pulled one and held another one. A little Taoist nun actually held Sun Yuanjun's hand and never let go of it. As a result, he was pulled out of the garden by himself.
"Husband, why do you want to leave?" Sun Yuanjun came to his senses before leaving the garden and asked anxiously.
"Will you not leave now? Will you leave later? It would be strange if these people don't surround me. Of course, if you want to take a girl who washes your feet, we will go back." Bai Minghe was afraid that Sun Yuanjun would not leave, so he specifically mentioned the girl who washes your feet.
The girl who washes her feet means Mo Chou, the courtesan of the capital.
"Go away!" Sun Yuanjun held Bai Minghe with one hand and the beautiful Taoist nun with the other, trotting all the way.
A sentence that only envys mandarin ducks but not immortals is enough to intoxicate countless women. Even if it is not a masterpiece, it is still the level of famous quotes.
Escape, run away quickly. Don’t let that lowly woman get entangled.
As Bai Minghe said, when the talented girls in the garden came to their senses, they could no longer find Bai Minghe. Countless people shouted, "It's a pity that these three-day poetry meetings are higher than one day. Tomorrow, many people are afraid that they are not qualified to come in again."
On the last day, the prefect and the academic and political leaders will also come to participate.
At that time, only one-third of the people who are qualified to come in at this time, or even fewer.
It was late at night, and Sun Yuanjun directly pulled the girl Taoist nun into his room. When the door was closed, Bai Minghe thrust his face and cursed in his heart: What's the matter, what's the origin of that Taoist nun?
Just as I was about to knock on the door and ask clearly, I saw something falling on the ground.
When I picked it up, it was made of stainless steel. If I looked carefully, it was like a Rubik's Cube from later generations. However, ordinary Rubik's Cube from later generations had nine pieces on each side, but this one was sixteen pieces.
This Rubik's Cube does not use color differences, but uses patterns.
While Bai Minghe was staring at the Rubik's Cube, the lights in Sun Yuanjun's house had already turned off. Bai Minghe shook his head helplessly and went back to his house, holding the Rubik's Cube in his hand and flipping it constantly.
In later generations, this thing was called the fourth-level Rubik's Cube. The white-named crane is a third-level master, and the fourth-level Rubik's Cube is barely OK. You should know that it is difficult to crack the fourth-level Rubik's Cube, and its changes are as many as 7,400 times ten to the power of forty-fifth.
This Rubik's Cube evoked Bai Minghe's memories of future generations, so he naturally couldn't let go of it.
Whether it is the third level, fourth level, or even the fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth level Rubik's Cubes that are played by **, no matter how many changes are, there is always a truth, or a calculation public notice.
What Bai Minghe didn't know was that the beautiful girl Taoist nun was crazy in the room because she had messed up her secret treasure box.
Chapter completed!