The garden is full of spring scenery, and when the beautiful ladies come on stage to perform, the spring scenery becomes even stronger.
The red makeup and plain shadows are pleasing to the eye. Somehow, a green bamboo branch peeked through the gap in the bamboo curtain behind the stage, as if the grass and trees had moved their hearts, and wanted to peek in. It was like the green leaves set off the delicate red flowers.
Some people sang slang songs to make people feel refreshed, or they danced in heavy makeup, or they danced in neon clothes and sleeves, and their clothes were flying like fairies descending to earth. Zhang Ning was so dazzled by what he saw that he temporarily forgot all his worries. It was a really happy day today.
, beauties seem to be especially loved by nature, and all of them are as beautiful as flowers and jade. In short, they are beautiful. If Zhang Ning is a layman who can't see the good and bad in singing and dancing, then the others are rich businessmen and talented people who often go to and from flowers, and they can also see it.
If you are so mesmerized, you can’t blame Zhang Ning for being an amateur.
Mr. Su was the only one who drank cup after cup of tea without raising his head, with a lifeless expression on his face, as if those melodious singing voices were worse than the sound of sawing wood?
Zhang Ning thought to himself: I'm afraid this old cousin is not just an expert, he's just pretending to compete.
A beautiful woman with a perfect face and figure came up, wearing a floor-length long skirt. Her eyes immediately brightened with hope when she looked at everyone. She was indescribably alluring. The sound of silk and bamboo gradually began to play, and the dance steps were charming.
Absolutely. Forget it, forget about Old Biao Su, just enjoy the show with peace of mind.
This is not the finale yet. According to Xie Jun's arrangement, they are all foils. Zhang Ning is looking forward to the performance of the Miao Ge girl more and more.
After the song was danced, the old ladies below started writing furiously. Then they circulated it to each other and commented. Finally, they picked out a poem and read it aloud in front of everyone. The words of praise were beyond words. This poem had to be taken outside.
The girl's name is announced first, and then it is read again to the guests who cannot be seated. People cannot see the beauty and can only imagine the beauty's posture and appearance from the freehand poems, but they are also very happy.
One scene after another was like a quick tour, with no time to appreciate it carefully. Just now I thought the girl danced well, but after a while she read the words again and said loudly: "Next, Gu Chunhan." There is a new one about to take the stage.
Already.
Gu Chunhan, Zhang Ning remembered, was someone he had heard with Xie Juan a few days ago. Some tea merchant was selling tea. There were horses and horses in front of the door, and he came over to join in the fun.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ning was stunned when a white dress fluttered onto the stage.
It wasn't because of how stunning the girl looked. In fact, the girl had a white cardboard mask on her face, with only two eyes exposed. The mouth on the mask was still painted on, and her appearance was not visible at all; he was stunned.
That's because this bitch is none other than Fang Ling!
Even if you can't see her appearance, just look at her figure and the way she walks, you can't go wrong. Every inch of her body has been tasted by Zhang Ning. Zhang Ning's impression is so deep that there is no mistaking her.
The question is why she came to Biyuan. Since the people at Peach Blossom Villa know her identity, they still can't guess where Biyuan is? Could it be that the contact person sent is Fang Ling? But she should keep a low profile.
Just go to a place like Huajianhui... Gu Chunhan, a tea merchant's concubine, she's really good at making stuff up.
"Why is this little lady wearing a mask?" an old cousin immediately complained.
Standing next to her was someone from Biyuan who hurriedly explained with a smile: "This Miss Gu is a concubine in someone else's room. She wanted to show off her talent without feeling bad, so she just covered her face. Your guests will forgive me."
When everyone heard it, it was quite reasonable, and it was not like a street gangster who would bother endlessly over something as big as this.
There was still some shyness in Fang Ling's eyes, which were much more reserved than those of the geishas who performed generously just now. Even Zhang Ning felt that she didn't look like a brothel girl before. She lightly scanned the seat with her eyes, and finally found her
He found Zhang Ning's position and made a slight pause without leaving any trace.
Zhang Ning had no choice but to sit and watch. She was wearing a plain skirt without any embroidery, just like she was dressed for the first time that day. She was holding a small fan in her hand. But today she had a flower in her hair.
The small yellow flowers were like subtle embellishments; Zhang Ning quickly recognized that the flowers were winter jasmine, and suddenly remembered that he had mentioned the jasmine when watching the fireworks on New Year's Eve.
A small detail made Zhang Ning feel mixed emotions, some warm and some sad.
At this time, the musician in the corner knocked on the board to play the rhythm, and immediately the sound of silk and bamboo sounded. Fang Ling's steps followed the rhythm, and he slowly unfolded his fan gently, "Huafa... Ban... Ban... Shao...
…Light…flies…”
When Zhang Ning heard this familiar tone, her heart suddenly felt sour; her voice was obviously filled with shy joy, and her charming and melodious tone was filled with endless tenderness. Why did Zhang Ning choose to let Zhang Ning do it?
Ning felt uncomfortable?
Su Liangchen immediately raised his head, with a surprised look on his face. He actually held the tea cup in his hand and forgot to put it down without even thinking about drinking.
...My parents are happy to be safe. To celebrate this good day, everyone looks at the scene with joy. In the painting hall, the seals and incense are sold, and the jade lamps are filled with glowing clouds...
She sang joyful words and tunes, just like the spring breeze, which made everything glow with vitality, and the world was full of love and beauty. She sighed three times while singing. That day, Zhang Ning didn't bother to taste it too carefully, but today she heard it again
, I finally felt the affection contained in her tone, and felt like I was in a dream, as if I had returned to innocence.
Zhang Ning originally thought she was just singing casually, but now that she had seen the singing and dancing in front of her, she realized that her steps, gestures and temperament were very well grasped, and she performed the classical and subtle softness to the extreme.
"This...where did you invite this famous historian?" Su Liangchen actually stuttered.
Even though this guy has an extremely ordinary image, after all he is a talented man with the reputation of "banishing the immortal in music", and he must have some attainments no matter what he does. Zhang Ning saw that he was losing his composure, and he sighed in his heart that there might be an expert hiding in the corner of the city. This is also the way of the world.
Come on, what if Fang Ling is talented? Can she take the imperial examination? She can't even hope to be an ordinary person. Last time...it was indeed suspected of wasting natural resources.
Zhang Ning ignored Su Liangchen and just shook his head slightly, savoring that beautiful voice and that wonderful gesture with an expression of enjoyment.
She only sang one paragraph, because the rhythm of the opera at this time was very slow, and the duration of a song was not very short, so it was almost enough. Her posture was elegant and gentle, and when she was about to leave after singing, Su Liangchen suddenly stood up and said,
Shout: "Eh..."
Fang Ling then turned around gently and asked, "Master Su, what do you want to say?"
Upon seeing this, the friends around him all echoed: "Now, Su Laosan has something to comment on!"
After coaxing each other like this, Su Liangchen realized his gaffe, clasped his fists and saluted, thought for a while and sighed: "Ten years later, the sound of silence should also be in my ears."
With such a high evaluation from Qu Banxian, she was definitely going to get angry, but Fang Ling just smiled lightly, as if he didn't take it to heart at all, but looked expectantly at Zhang Ning, who was sitting next to Su Liangchen.
Zhang Ning didn't want to disappoint her, so he chanted slowly: "The golden green calyx carries the spring cold, how many kinds of yellow flowers are there? Let the king tell the tourists, don't look at the blue flowers."
This poem by Bai Juyi writes about winter jasmine, just like the little flower in her hair, and there is the word "Chunhan" in the poem, which also alludes to her new name "Gu Chunhan". Zhang Ning's poem does not let
What kind of reaction did people have? His voice was not loud and others simply ignored him. Maybe it was because he was not famous, and secondly, this poem was compared with Su Gongzi's extremely high praise "Ten years later, the empty sound should also be in the ears."
It looks sparse and ordinary without any highlights, so everyone doesn't take it seriously.
Only Fang Ling responded with a knowing smile, their eyes met for a moment, and everything was unspoken.
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