Chapter 9 How many times did the moonlight shine on me in the old days
Lu Yao took out 90 guan from his money bag and gave it to Pan Wen beside him. "Two hundred guan is your capital for buying lyrics, and ten guan is considered as your hard work."
Pan Wen said with a sad face: "Brother Lu, you sold the poem, and we won't be able to show our faces tonight, so what's the point of coming to Chunxiang Tower?"
Even the wine in Pan Wen's hand was tasteless.
Lu Yao smiled and said: "The mountain man has his own clever plan, just wait and see."
Half an hour later, the boy came to the front yard and shouted, the sisters are ready. If you want to hear the sisters sing, please move to the back yard.
A group of literati walked towards the backyard, and Lu Yao and the others were no exception. Only some servants were left sitting around eating wine.
Lu Yao came very early and was very close to the backyard. When he saw someone entering the backyard to give money, he looked directly at Pan Wen.
It seems like I’m asking again, didn’t you say you only need to pay for water and drinks? Why do you need to charge extra?
Pan Wen consciously took out a hundred coins and asked the servant to arrange a good seat for them, closer to the sisters.
Sure enough, money can make you go round. The two of them were seated only ten steps away from the singing stage, which could be said to be the front row.
It's easy to say, but there's only one table between that fair-faced young man and their young master.
After a while, a girl Qinglian walked over. Her face was said to be very good, even more beautiful than those stars of later generations.
Graceful and delicate, she really emerges from the mud but is not stained, and is clean but not evil.
The girl sat down happily, and her turquoise flowing skirt further highlighted her elegant temperament.
What followed was a round of fierce applause, and the one who cheered the loudest was the white-faced young man.
Lu Yao suspected that he had arrived at the scene of future star chasing.
These Qinghuan people in the Northern Song Dynasty were even more popular if they were stars. Those who were famous could be regarded as kings and superstars.
In the Northern Song Dynasty, parents also paid attention to the orders of parents and matchmakers. Husbands and wives paid attention to respecting each other as guests. When it came to feelings, they were not that deep.
If you want to fall in love, you have to come to a brothel. Only here can you have the feeling of falling in love and spiritual enjoyment. This is why literati flock to brothels.
The literati regarded visiting brothels as an elegant act, and it is true that there are many terms spread in brothels.
Even Fan Zhongyan and Ouyang Xiu, two literary figures, often visited brothels. In his later years, Fan Zhongyan even married a famous prostitute as his concubine.
Lu Yao asked Pan Wen, "This is the girl Xian'er you call."
"This is the Wei family." Pan Wen has long been used to Lu Yao's questions, and he is not surprised. He even forgot about himself, and there is something else that cannot be forgotten.
After the applause settled down, the Wei people opened their white teeth and the sound of the piano floated, singing the Yu Linling that Liu Yong had sung for a long time, "The cicadas are mournful. It's late in the pavilion, the showers have begun to stop, and all the tents are drinking without a trace. At the place of nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges her to leave. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, she is speechless and choked... There are thousands of styles in the toilet, who should I tell them to?"
At this point, everyone in Wei lowered their eyebrows and looked sad. It was because Liu Sanbian's song "Yulin Ling" was written too affectionately.
This was also the first time for Lu Yao to hear Song lyrics expressed in the form of singing. After one song, he had endless aftertaste and it had a unique flavor.
Next is the time for the literati to write the lyrics and dedication.
The white-faced young man shouted loudly: "Xiao Sheng has a poem here that I want to dedicate to everyone in Wei."
Everyone Wei nodded lightly, and the maid next to her walked to the white-faced young master, took the paper, and slowly returned to everyone's side.
After Wei everyone read the lyrics, their eyes lit up and they opened their mouths to sing: "Hate you is not like the full moon, the ends of the sea, the end of the world, only reunion without separation. Hate you is not like the full moon, sometimes there are missing strings
, sometimes the strings are missing, when will we meet again?"
When the song ended, the whole hall cheered.
From time to time someone shouted: "What a wonderful song, "Picking Mulberries", which expresses the feeling of longing so vividly."
The white-faced young master stood up and bowed to everyone around him, "It's just a small work, I just hope everyone in Wei will like it."
Everyone in the Wei family looked at the white-faced young master and smiled slightly, "Young Master's lyrics are naturally excellent. I would like to thank you for giving me your lyrics."
Ci is not a trivial matter for a brothel girl, it is related to reputation. If an eternal term comes from this woman's mouth, it will definitely become famous in Bianliang, and her social status will also rise. At that time, the person who gave the lyrics will
It is also possible to become a guest.
When the white-faced young man sat down, he glanced at Lu Yao. If Lu Yao hadn't sold him lyrics, he wouldn't be so shameless today. At this moment, he accepted Lu Yao's love.
On the other hand, Pan Wen's fists were clenched ashen. This honor should have been enjoyed by him and Lu Yao, but they were sold away. What's the use of leaving three hundred strings behind?
He looked at Lu Yao with a bit of resentment in his eyes.
Lu Yao gently patted Pan Wen's shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll wait until you show up."
After three rounds of drinking, dozens of lyrics and songs were sung, and even ten of the sisters changed. It was almost midnight.
Pan Wen pointed at a newly entered girl and shouted excitedly to Lu Yao: "Brother Lu, look, that's Xian'er's girl. She is as beautiful as her name suggests. She is as beautiful as a fairy."
Lu Yao looked at Pan Wen who was about to drool and shook his head repeatedly. It was true that she was as beautiful as a fairy, but she was still a little inferior to Han Yunyu. In his heart, the daughter of the Han family was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Xian'er stood behind the singing platform and saluted all the literati, then opened her red lips and said: "Nu family, Xiao Xian'er has met all the young masters here."
After the salute, Xian'er sang another song by Liu Sanbian.
It can be seen that the influence of Liu Sanbian, the romantic leader, is really not small.
Xian'er's voice was as clear and clear as a lark, no wonder Pan Wen missed her so much.
I saw one person immediately picking up a pen and paper and writing vigorously, and soon a poem appeared in Xian'er's hand.
When Xian'er saw this word, a smile appeared on her lips, and she thanked him: "Thank you Mr. Su for your gift of this word."
Then he sang tactfully, "Luo Dai has a pair of hanging pendants that cannot be painted, and the delicate posture of a person is the lightest. Her breasts are slanted to embrace the moon in the sky, and her jade hands flick the ice on the water. Infinite things, many feelings, the four strings of silk and bamboo are bitter and Ning. Rao Jun plucks them all
In the tune of lovesickness, wait to hear the sound of falling leaves from the sycamore tree."
The silky sound of bamboo, coupled with the touching "Partridge Sky", brought the atmosphere of the evening to its peak.
"Tonight's numerology should be the best one." A Taixue student said drunkenly. Although people are drunk, their words are true. This word is excellent in terms of description and emotion.
The words overwhelmed everyone, and even Xian'er looked at the person who wrote the lyrics with beautiful eyes.
Next to the person who wrote the lyrics, a young man of about the same age stood up and raised his glass, toasted to everyone around him, and said with a smile: "It goes without saying that my brother's lyrics are the best in my hometown.
My brother's words immediately spread far and wide, and my sister recommended herself to my brother's words, but I...my brother didn't want to."
As soon as he said this, the people around him burst into laughter. Indeed, he had bragging rights.
"It's nonsense." Pan Wen hummed, expressing his dissatisfaction. Although the lyrics he bought were not as good as this one, he still refused to accept it.
"There are indeed some who are too pretentious. Let's see how I can suppress their arrogance." Lu Yao said.
"Could it be that Brother Lu bought a song that was better than this?" Pan Wen excitedly grabbed Lu Yao's arm.
"Don't talk nonsense. I'll take care of you soon."
Pan Wen was grinding and laying paper next to Lu Yao.
Lu Yao picked up the writing brush and searched in his mind for better lyrics than this song "Partridge Sky", and finally he found one.
He imitated those literati students and said: "Someone has it."
Just after I finished pretending to be cool, I suddenly realized that I had never written calligraphy in my previous life, and my writing would definitely be extremely ugly.
He coughed slightly and asked Pan Wen: "How is your handwriting?"
"It's okay!" Pan Wen replied.
"If it's okay, then I'll recite it and write it for you."
Lu Yao handed the brush to Pan Wen and dictated the lyrics.
After Pan Wen stopped writing, he handed the blank paper to the boy beside him and said, "Give this poem to Miss Xian'er."
After Xian'er took over the words, she immediately looked at Lu Yao.
After feeling Xian'er's gaze, Pan Wen immediately straightened his posture. Today's trip was not in vain.
"Master Lu, do you really want to send this poem to the slave family?" Xian'er gently opened her soft lips and asked.
The lyrics were so good that she, a famous prostitute, did not dare to sing them.
Lu Yao smiled and said: "Since it is given to Miss Xian'er, it belongs to Miss Xian'er."
"The slave family will sing right now."
The sound of the piano started again, but the tune was changed, and a faintly fragrant sound came from Xian'er's hands.
The red lips sang: "In the old days, how many times did the moonlight shine on me, and the flute was played by the plum blossoms? It aroused the beauty, no matter the cold and climbing. Why, now that I am getting older, I have forgotten the spring breeze. But it is strange that the flowers are sparse outside the bamboo,
The fragrance is cold and enters the Yao banquet.
The country of the river is silent, sighing and leaving the road far away, the snow is beginning to accumulate at night. The green statue is easy to weep, and the red calyx is silent and we remember each other. I long remember that we once held hands together, under the weight of thousands of trees, the cold green of the West Lake. Another piece, blown away,
When will we see you?"
This poem was composed by Jiang Kui of the Southern Song Dynasty. It is also considered a good poem handed down from generation to generation. It can at least beat Partridge Sky.
Lu Yao thought to himself: The Southern Song Dynasty will last at least a hundred years, so I will copy this word and use it first.
After the song ended, the previous bustle was completely silent, and everyone closed their eyes to enjoy the lyrics and music.
The lyricist of Partridge Sky shouted out a good poem: "Comparing Miss Xian'er to the proud snow and cold plum blossoms is really just right, and Shi Shi can't compare."
After saying that, he stood up and walked towards Lu Yao with his younger brother.
He bowed his hands to Lu Yao and said in salute: "Su Shi of Meizhou, this is my younger brother Su Che. I don't know his name in person?"
Su Shi? Lu Yao was completely confused.
This person whose red phoenix eyes are almost flying into the corners of his eyebrows is Su Shi, whose literary reputation has been passed down for thousands of years, Su Shi of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties?
Today I saw a living person.
Pan Wen touched Lu Yao's body and woke him up, "Brother Lu, he is asking your name."
Lu Yao knew that something was wrong with him, so he also bowed to Su Shi and replied: "Bianliang Lu Yao."
Su Che, who was next to him, was drunk and said to Lu Yao: "My brother rarely convinces others, and you are one of the very few."
Lu Yao didn't expect that he would outdo Su Shi by copying the official documents. He was really excited just thinking about it.