Learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and you will not be afraid to travel all over the fairy world! Chapter Eighteen Does Miss Qing'er Know the Happiness of the Boudoir?
Chapter Eighteen Does Miss Qing'er Know the Happiness of the Boudoir?
"Pindao, let's ask Miss Qing'er a few questions first?" Mu Heng left the table, walked to the stage, and looked directly at Liu Qing'er.
"Sir, please ask me."
"May I ask you, girl, what kind of sentiment is this "Grudge of Nagato" about and what is its purpose?" Mu Heng asked again.
"Such a simple question, why do you need Miss Qing'er to answer it? I'll tell you." Fu Chengping took the opportunity to express himself and interjected without waiting for anyone else's reaction.
"It is said that "The Grudge of the Nagato" was written by a beautiful woman in ancient times. The woman originally flew together with her husband, singing the harp and playing the piano. Later, her husband got married and abandoned her, so he wrote this "The Grudge of the Nagato".
"Grudge" expresses the sorrow of a woman being abandoned."
When Mu Heng heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The "Grudge of Nagato" he knew was not this story, but since there is this song here, the background of the story is similar. Music has no borders, and it has no boundaries between the earth and the world of cultivation.
It's a boundary. Fortunately, it's a roundabout way, otherwise the story wouldn't be able to continue.
"Young Master Fu is really knowledgeable and has a strong memory." Liu Qing'er praised him with a trace of his words. Fu Chengping seemed to be greatly inspired and looked at Mu Heng provocatively, meaning that please continue, I will still pretend to be a show-off.
Ignoring Fu Chengping's provocation, Mu Heng then looked at Liu Qing'er and asked, "I'm asking the girl, do you have someone you like? Have you ever been married? Have you ever tasted the joy of a married couple's boudoir?"
"Shu Zi is rude." Before Liu Qing'er could say anything, Fu Chengping shouted: "How dare you be so rude to a beautiful lady? Miss Qing'er is pure and pure. How can she be as unbearable as you say in a boudoir?"
Liu Qing'er was embarrassed and embarrassed by Mu Heng's question. Her blushing face seemed to be protesting Mu Heng's lack of words. Her delicate eyes were full of tears, and she gently held her chest and spoke like a mosquito.
Fly: "Never."
"In this case, does the girl understand the pleasure of a husband and wife raising eyebrows together, but also the sadness of a husband who likes the new and hates the old?"
"Qing'er... Qing'er... I don't understand." Liu Qing'er now knew that she had fallen into Mu Heng's trap. She was just a young girl. How could she have the nerve to say that she understood these things? She couldn't even pretend to understand. She could only
Bite the bullet and jump in.
"Everyone says that the sound of the piano is an expression of one's heart. Since the girl doesn't understand the meaning of this song, may I ask what kind of piano the girl is playing and what is the meaning of her words?" Mu Heng couldn't help but raise his voice and glanced at the people present.
Everyone, the sharp eyes seem to declare that you hypocrites, you don't understand piano.
Mu Heng was speechless and had nothing to say. Some people were unwilling to accept it and asked: "Then tell me how to play the piano. If you know how to play it, you can do it."
"I'm not good at it, I just know how to fight." I thought in my heart, but said in my mouth: "Let me tell you a story."
"Once upon a time, there was a daughter of a wealthy businessman who was very talented, but she was betrothed to the king's grandson early. Unfortunately, the grandson was short-lived and died early. This woman stayed in her boudoir and wrote, "If you win the heart of a man, you will never live forever.
"Xiangli" Youyou's poem shows his talent." Mu Heng adapted it slightly based on the story of Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru.
"If you win a person's heart, we will never leave you." Liu Qing'er gently repeated this poem, her eyes showing her admiration for this woman, not only her poetic talent, but also her sincere yearning for love: "What happened later?
?”
"Later, at a banquet, I met a man who was also full of knowledge. Both of them were fascinated by the other's talent. The man played a song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" to express his admiration. However, the wealthy businessman felt that the man's family was poor and he was worried.
My daughter suffered with him, so she strongly opposed their being together."
"What happened next?" Liu Qing'er was moved by this woman's talent and eager to know what happened next.
"Later, the woman gave up everything and eloped with the man when the snow was falling. The woman sold her jewelry and joined hands with the man to share joys and sorrows. They lived a poor life, but they were also loving and sweet."
Everyone was immersed in Mu Heng's story, and the words "What happens next" were written in everyone's eyes when they looked at Mu Heng.
Mu Heng looked around at everyone and continued: "The wealthy businessman finally couldn't bear the suffering of his daughter, so he accepted this crappy son-in-law. Not only did he give the couple property, but he also recommended the man to be an official. The man was indeed talented and he soon became prosperous.
After the water rose and the officialdom became proud, they put their past kindness behind them and thought of taking a concubine."
"How can this man be so heartless?" Liu Qing'er complained as if she could feel the woman's disappointment and sorrow after knowing her husband's intention to take a concubine.
"This man wrote a letter to the woman, and the letter said: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, ten million."
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, a million? What does this letter mean?" When everyone heard this, they did not understand the meaning of the letter and were confused.
"Miss Qing'er, do you understand?" Seeing everyone confused, Mu Heng looked at Liu Qing'er alone.
"Qing'er is not talented. This letter is missing a hundred million words." Liu Qing'er saw that Mu Heng had thrown the problem to her. She must have wanted to regain her position, but she refused to let him get his way. After thinking about it for a while, she understood the meaning and was proud of it.
replied. Her charming eyes seemed to say: Let you look down on me, huh.
"There are hundreds of millions of words missing? What does this mean?" When everyone heard Liu Qing'er's answer, they still couldn't understand the meaning and their brains couldn't keep up with the reaction.
"They are indeed a bunch of idiots." Mu Heng glanced at everyone again, as if they were slapped in the face one by one. Without thinking too much, he looked back at Liu Qing'er.
Seeing Mu Heng pretending not to answer, Liu Qing'er explained: "The missing billion means the meaning of memories is missing."
"Oh, that's it." At this point, if you don't understand, you are really a fool. Everyone stared at Mu Heng with resentful eyes: I suspect you did it on purpose. Just tell a story. What are you doing with these stunts?
.
"Miss Qing'er is really smart." He was not smart, but he took the opportunity to exaggerate Liu Qing'er and earn some face.
Ignoring the flattery of these people, Mu Heng continued: "Yes, the only thing missing is the memory. The woman read the letter and was heartbroken, so she wrote the song "Resent to the Man"."
"After parting ways, the two places are inseparable.
I only know it was March or April, but who knows it was five or six years ago.
There is no intention to play the lyre, no eight-line calligraphy to pass down, the nine-melody chain is broken in the middle, and the gaze of the ten-mile long pavilion is about to penetrate.
With hundreds of thoughts and thousands of thoughts, I have no choice but to blame you.
There are thousands of words to talk about, and I am bored and leaning on the railing ten times.
Chongjiu climbs high to see the lone wild geese. The moon is full in August and mid-autumn, but it is not round for people.
In the middle of the seventh month, hold a candle and burn incense and ask the sky.
It’s the dog days of June when everyone shakes fans, which makes me feel chilly.
In May, pomegranates are as red as fire, but they are watered by cold rain.
In April, when the loquats are not yet yellow, I want to look in the mirror and feel confused.
In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March; they drift in pieces, and the kite string breaks in February.
Hey, Lang, Lang, I wish I could have you as a girl and me as a boy in the next life."
Speaking of this, Mu Heng couldn't help but feel sad. It was hard to think about the despair in Zhuo Wenjun's heart at that time, who gave everything he had but was betrayed.
The Liu Qing'er in front of her was now in tears, with tender tears falling from the corners of her eyes, touching Mu Heng's slightly sad eyes, and turning her head shyly.
Others around me were also affected by this song "The Resentful Man" and didn't know what to say for a while.
Finally, Liu Qing'er put herself in a good mood and looked at Mu Heng with moist eyes: "Qing'er understands what resentment in a woman is. Although she has not experienced it personally, she can empathize with it from the young master's story. Qing'er thanks the young master for his teachings."
"Then please ask Miss Qing'er to play another song." Mu Heng said with cupped hands.
"Dare you disobey me?" After saying that, he moved lightly and sat behind the piano again. His weak fingers touched the strings lightly, and the beautiful sound of the piano slowly came out.
The music is still the same, but this time the sound of the piano seems to touch the softest part of people's hearts. Every note carries an extremely profound appeal, sometimes joyful and sometimes sad.
Music can indeed express mood, and Mu Heng was deeply affected at this moment. It has to be said that Liu Qing'er's piano skills have indeed reached the peak, and with the improvement of her mood, she has indeed made further progress.
At the end of the song, there was a long wave of applause. At this time, no one cared whether the fierce applause destroyed the poignant sound of the piano. Some were just in awe of Liu Qing'er's unique skills.
Liu Qing'er removed her fingers from the strings, lowered her head and gave instructions to the maid next to her, and said no more. After receiving the instructions, the maid stepped forward and said: "Girl is tired today, I will wait until the incense is tasted."
We’ll hold it again next month, and I’ll tell you all about this.”
The men in the audience immediately whispered to each other, and the leader, Fu Chengping, said respectfully: "In that case, Miss Qing'er, please go and have a rest early. I will come back to see you next time."
"Thank you for your understanding, Master." The maid bowed and thanked everyone. She changed her voice and looked at Mu Heng: "Mr. Mu, my lady invites you to come to the backyard to talk."
Everyone who was about to leave stopped when they heard this, and the atmosphere suddenly exploded: "Why is this so? How can this fake Taoist He De get into the eyes of Miss Qing'er?"
"Little sister, what do you mean? Isn't Miss Qing'er tired? Why do you ignore me and want to meet this fake Taoist priest alone?" The angry expression of the wretched young man was written all over his face at this moment, and he did not dare to look at Liu Qing.
Erfa looked at Mu Heng fiercely.
"That's right, Miss Qing'er, are you looking down on us?"
There were voices of dissatisfaction in the audience, and the little maid also felt as if she had offended the public. It was serious to offend so many people.
Liu Qing'er didn't show any fear when she saw this, and looked at Mu Heng with a half-smile.
"This is trying to attract hatred for me. I have to teach you a lesson." Mu Heng greeted Liu Qing'er in his heart, and he had an idea in the blink of an eye. He hadn't made any money yet, and he hadn't slapped him enough in the face.
.
"Everyone, everyone, listen to me." Mu Heng raised his hands, bowed to everyone, and shouted loudly.
Mu Heng quickly attracted everyone's attention. After everyone was quiet, he said leisurely: "Everyone came here in good spirits today. It would not be nice if we came back disappointed."
"Isn't it true that you made a good courtesan's incense tasting party so chaotic that it made me angry to death?" The young man who couldn't remember his name complained bitterly.
Mu Heng glanced at this man happily: I'm afraid he didn't agree, otherwise the play wouldn't go on.
Then Mu Heng looked at Liu Qing'er and said, "I wonder what topic the girl originally prepared for this incense tasting party?"
Everyone was happy when they heard Mu Heng talk about the main topic of the incense tasting party. They were happy that Mu Heng was still sensible, and they were happy that they still had a chance to be Liu Qing'er's guest, as long as the poem was done well.
The maid turned around and glanced at Liu Qing'er, who nodded, and then said: "The original topic prepared by the lady was Qiqiao Festival and Qixi Festival." This chapter has been completed!