Today I was spending leisurely time in the Red Mansion when I suddenly heard singing in the forest.
He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
As soon as the two lines of Qilu appeared on the white paper, the four girls were all attracted. In just 28 words, Shen Youwei's appearance when she came out was written.
At this moment, the four girls once again saw Li Xiuzhu's superb poetic talent.
There are three or two sounds when the string is plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of a life of failure.
The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart.
Twisting it lightly, twisting it slowly, and picking it again, there was a loud cracking sound all over Liangzhou.
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
The silver bottle bursts, water bursts out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.
Seeing this, although the four girls did not speak, their moods became agitated.
This time Li Xiuzhu's poems describe the mood and melody of Shen Youwei playing Liangzhou Daban.
Every line in the poem is as if Shen Youwei is writing about herself, it looks natural and just right.
Hearty...
The four of them can already imagine that if Shen Youwei's reaction to reading this poem would be one of shock, shock as to why someone would understand their shock so well.
If it had been them, I'm afraid they wouldn't have to go through three levels before they would already feel like they belong.
At the end of the song, the plectrum is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
While he was chanting and plucking the strings, he straightened his clothes and put on his face.
She said that she was originally a girl from the capital, and her family lived under the Xia Tou Tomb.
At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and was named the first player in the Red Mansion.
Seeing these Five Elements and Seven Rhymes, everyone understood that what was written was Shen Youwei's current situation at this moment.
A young man is successful and famous.
At this moment, the four girls were even more curious about what was going to happen next.
But no one spoke, they just watched silently. Li Xiuzhu simply did not stop writing.
Qu Ba once taught good people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup.
When Wuling was young, he was quarreling over his head, and he could not count the number of red ribbons he sang.
The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the blood-colored skirt was stained by wine.
This year's laughter will return to the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be spent leisurely.
Startled!
Why is this happening? Although these lines of poems describe the future of most brothel girls, this is not what they want to see.
What they wanted to see was a sweet ending. For a moment, the four girls looked at Li Xiuzhu, but Li Xiuzhu, who was immersed in his own world, seemed not to be seen.
In his opinion, this is Shen Youwei's most real future.
The writing did not stop, but continued. No matter how reluctant the four women were, it seemed that everything had been finalized.
As dusk passes and morning comes, the colors are so bright that there are only a few saddles and horses in front of the door.
The eldest son married a businessman, and the businessman valued profit over separation.
The month before last, I went to Fuliang to buy tea, and to Laijiangkou to guard empty ships.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
This... is really deserted and miserable. As soon as Shen Youwei's poem in his later years came out, the four girls felt their breathing slow down.
How miserable!
A poem, 280 words, five pieces of paper, describes Shen Youwei's life.
Li Xiuzhu nodded with satisfaction, but then he heard Fu Yunshuang ask quietly: "Brother-in-law, why did you write such a miserable picture for Youwei and others?"
When Li Xiuzhu heard this, he subconsciously glanced at a few people and was immediately startled.
I wonder why you are looking at me with such resentment. I don’t know, you think you are going to kill your husband.
Li Xiuzhu calmed down and said with a gentle smile: "Because this poem is written in a realistic style, the ending of this story is the most consistent with the real situation."
"But brother-in-law..."
"No buts!"
At this time, a servant's voice came from the stairs on the third floor.
"Sister Cuiyun, are there any poems you want to send upstairs?"
Upon hearing this, Cuiyun immediately looked at Li Xiuzhu and the others.
Li Xiuzhu shook his head, and Cuiyun suddenly said: "No..."
"Wait a minute, I've already written it. Cuiyun, please help me take this down."
"OK."
Cuiyun responded and took Su Chengcheng's poems and went downstairs, then came back up within two minutes.
At this point, the poem is finished.
After a while, Shen Youwei appeared in front of everyone again. This time she did not hold Pipa, but appeared in front of everyone holding a round fan.
"Thank you for your support, Youwei is very grateful..."
Good guy, this is what I said...
Isn't this what I mean, when I'm sleeping with someone, I still have to say thank you for sleeping with me.
No matter what others think, Li Xiuzhu thinks it is quite appropriate for the occasion.
"After several gentlemen read it one by one, they finally selected three poems."
"If you think your poem is better, you can submit it and let the scholars present comment together."
"Then Youwei will read the three shortlisted poems first."
"The first poem was written by Dr. Sun."
Jade pillars and Zhu Xian, a wonderful message of clear sound.
At the end of the song, people dispersed, and the moon was in the sky.
The golden emblem is not broken, and the silver armor is beginning to be strong.
Wherever it flies, the courtyard is full of wind and smoke.
Recalling each other at this time, Chanjuan is independent.
As soon as this Four Rhymes song came out, everyone who was not selected was impressed, but not everyone was convinced.
But this is the first song, what if there is another one of my own later?
"The second song is by Mr. Wenchang."
Three thousand passengers traveled to ancient Liangzhou, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers entered Yilou.
Playing the music of Hu Chen in the sky, don’t worry about the pipa in the middle of the moon.
???
This hasn’t reached me yet?
Shen Youwei looked at the nervous scholars below and read out the third poem.
"This is the first time I've seen the signature of the third poem. I don't know who the gentleman named Zhucheng is."
Su Chengcheng looked at the others in disbelief when he heard this. He never expected that the poem he wanted to write could actually be uploaded.
Shen Youwei looked around and saw no one acknowledged her, so she smiled slightly.
"Since this new young master is so shy, Youwei should read the poem first."
Thousands of miles away, border towns are blocked by grass and autumn. Who can play the ancient sorrows?
I want to write a lovesickness song on the pipa, the sunset is yellow and the clouds are flying all over the continent.
As soon as the three poems came out, some of us were immediately unable to stand.
After a while, a slightly vulgar-looking man came out.
"That's it, that's it...?"
"Miss Youwei, I don't accept that there are no poems of mine in this."
Shen Youwei nodded after hearing this. This situation is normal.
"I don't know the signature of the young master."
Hearing this, Du Ziteng immediately held his head high and his chest high.
"The young lady has good eyesight and knows that I am the young master."
As soon as Du Ziteng said these words, everyone was stunned for a moment, and there was a faint sneer.
But his next sentence immediately made everyone stop laughing.
"My master's signature is not a layman, so I'm afraid."
At this moment, Li Xiuzhu, Nongyue and Fu Yunshuang upstairs were all startled and looked at each other.
What's going on? Can we meet Li Gui in this brothel?
At this time, there was an uproar downstairs.
No one expected that this person turned out to be a famous Buddhist monk.
Cuiyun had seen the words in the young lady's room. Hearing this, he looked at Li Xiuzhu doubtfully.
"Miss, Master..."
Nong Yue interrupted immediately before Cui Yun finished speaking.
"Cuiyun goes and pours some cups of tea."
Cuiyun suddenly woke up and looked at the young lady. Sure enough, he saw the young lady glaring at him.
Cuiyun stuck out her tongue and ran away quickly, fearing that the young lady would scold someone.
At this time, Shen Youwei downstairs looked at Du Ziteng with surprise.
"It turns out that the young master is not a layman. Youwei likes the grievances you wrote very much. Youwei is very happy that the layman can come today."