Chapter 230: A Song of Man Jianghong Shocks the World
Liu Zhenming thought of the spy hiding beside Lu Bicheng, and he couldn't help but nod and speeded up.
But there was a banquet by the lake. Yan Fu, Fu Zengxiang, Yan Xiu, Lin Moqing and other famous and status-based Yuanbo Su Lao sat on one side, while young talents such as Sheng, Li, and Yang sat on the other side, either sat on the other side.
The women are on the side again.
There is only one person, and that person is very popular no matter where he goes. This girl is naturally Lu Bicheng, not Lu Bicheng is sleek in dealing with people.
In fact, she was a little arrogant and introverted, but she was able to talk about ancient poetry and chess skills with those profound old men, and talk about foreign affairs with young men, and talk about daughters with women.
Therefore, it seems easy to be.
Since it is a literary society, singing and poetry are indispensable. Beauties are there. Dear young men and men are not showing off at this time, and when will the status of literati are still very high now, and talented people will be sought after.
Before these young men came, they all had a curse in their hearts. Even if they were covered in grass, they were not afraid at this time, and they were all erotic and show off.
Yan Fu and Mr. Su were already over the age of competing for the limelight, but they acted as judges, but whenever the poems came out, they would comment.
At this time, he was talking and laughing with his apprentice Wang Shaolian in a low-key manner, discussing the "newly released" poems of young talents.
"…The orioles sing and dancing everywhere, and there is also a gurgling water... Sir, this poem by Mr. Sheng is suitable for the situation, which is really good." Wang Shaolian looked at Mr. Sheng, who pretended not to care in surprise.
When the second young master Sheng heard that it was good, he couldn't help but put his hands behind him. He raised his head and chest out, with a light and gentle expression. In addition, he looked good and had a bit of talented charm.
Fu Zengxiang, who was born as a shuji scholar in the Hanlin Academy, put down his poems and stretched his neck to read. Fu Zengxiang was good at writing, good at writing, and had real materials. He was honest and now he was a staff member around Yuan Shikai.
"Brother Fu, how about it?" Yan Fu asked.
Fu Zengxiang shook his head and said, "The lyrics are good. But the words are too bad!"
When the second young master Sheng heard this, he couldn't help but glared at him fiercely. The lyrics cost dozens of taels of silver. Of course, they are not bad. The characters were written by him themselves. How good can they be?
Everyone praised the poem, but after a while, someone sent new poems in and circulated them to read.
Lu Bicheng walked over gracefully and asked with a smile: "Is there any excellent work?"
Yan Fu smiled and replied, "It's far from that of Niece Lu. Niece Lu has not yet published his masterpiece tonight. I believe everyone is waiting anxiously."
Fu Zengxiang, Yan Xiu, Lin Moqing and others looked at her with a smile on their eyes, obviously wanting to hear a lyrics written by this talented woman.
Lu Cainu was about to write lyrics. When the young talented man heard the news, he ignored everything else and stretched his neck to look over. At this time, Liu Zhenming also brought his two daughters here.
When everyone's eyes fell on Lu Bicheng, Liu Zhenming was secretly observing the women.
"Chuxue, among those women, can they return from studying abroad or come from the south?" Liu Zhenming asked Yuan Chuxue in a low voice.
Yuan Chuxue put a white little finger on his lips and whispered: "Shh, Sister Lan Qing has written the lyrics."
Liu Zhenming was speechless! Looking left, Qiaoer, the little girl, looked at Lu Bicheng with admiration. Liu Zhenming thought to himself that if this girl Lu Cai was a man, she would definitely be popular among thousands of girls.
Lu Bicheng did not refuse, but lifted his jade steps and turned to look at the center of the lake. At this time, her beautiful hair and cloud skirt were floating backwards, highlighting her slim figure and peerless charm, which made people feel very happy.
He is suspected to be a fairy who descended to earth.
"Lan Qing is not talented, throwing bricks and attracting jade to the red song of the river." Lu Caiwo turned around, but there was a hint of sadness in the autumn waves, and said, "The dark land of China is a long line of dawn. Ask who, the feminist sings, if Anda
gram?"
Yan Fu and others are well-versed in Chinese and Western learning, and are originally people with profound literary skills. But when they hear this, they feel generous, passionate, deafening, and shocking, not like a woman's hand.
Lu Bicheng praised Ruoan and Dake two French heroines, and also compared himself to himself.
Although Liu Zhenming only knows how to write a few limericks, it does not mean that he doesn't know how to appreciate them. He thought that Lu Cainu took action, and he is indeed extraordinary. He has long been separated from those women's love affairs, but is worried about the world, and strives for women to change their destiny.
It is no wonder that liberation and equal rights between men and women have been heard, and it is no wonder that it has been sought after in this era when the country is broken and the mountains and rivers are broken.
The sadness in Lu Cainu's tone was gone, and she said excitedly: "The snow waves and the sea of sorrow are sad, and the wind is looking at East Asia for 2000s. Listen to the Qing Boudoir and speak wildly, don't be surprised."
Walking through the snow waves thousands of times, the grief and anger are like the sea, and East Asia is surging in the 20th century. When you hear a young woman crying and whispering wildly in the boudoir, please don’t be surprised and surprised!
The feeling of saving the country with a strong desire to turn the decadent trend was vivid in my ears, just like Yue Fei's long roar towards the sky in "Manjianghong", with a fierce and vigorous heart.
"Women are not as good as men, but women are not as good as men!" Yan Fu had already stood up. Wu Peifu's eyes were nothing but obsession.
The men who moaned in love and love just now all lowered their heads with shame.
Don’t be surprised, I don’t know how many men you will be ashamed of. Even the female spoils who have always looked down upon are in the dark world. They are fighting for the light of dawn. What about you men? Do you still have to sing and dance to peace, and live in drunkenness and dream of death?
In this era, China is imminent with the great disaster of the country and the seeds of destruction. It is an era without romance. It requires thousands of aspiring young people, passionate men and women, and they work tirelessly for it.
To strive for the rise of China, this sentence is what China of this era needs.
At this time, some people in the garden looked at each other for a few times, and some murmured and repeated the words, extremely quiet, and the faint light and moonlight shone on Lu Bicheng. If the fairy is as good as the fairy, Liu Zhenming knew that she was not for love and love.
Staying in the world, but staying in the mortal world for this desolate land.
Lu Bicheng looked up at the starry sky, as if questioning the whole world: "The secluded and closed are as long as the night. The bondage and the bondage are endless. If you knock on the emperor, you will not see it, and you will be unable to expel your anger. You will not be able to escape from the soul everywhere, and you will not be able to get the soul and have no passion.
I sigh that the frogs are in the well and I wish to go against each other frequently, and I am so frustrated."
Darkness and closure, as long as the dark night, bondage and bondage, never stop. When I asked the Emperor of Heaven, my grief and anger were hard to vent. The souls that were left behind were everywhere but could not be greeted. Where was my passion going?
Spilling? It’s a pity that the frog in the well cannot realize his wish, and his empty feelings are filled with excitement and grief.
After all, women still have a lot of passion. Where is they going to splash and where is their way? Lu Bicheng asked the heavens in grief and anger, questioning the men all over the world.
In this era, no man could write Yue Fei's Man Jianghong, but did he ask a woman to write this song Man Jianghong?
Liu Zhenming was immersed in Lu Bicheng's sad heart and could not extricate himself. He clasped his hands tightly and shouted in his heart: "No, since God has brought me to this era, let's change all this, wait for the beginning and clean up the old ones.
Mountains and rivers!”
"Sister Lan Qing!"
"Miss Lü!"
"Niece!"
…
Suddenly shouting awakened Liu Zhenming who was immersed. He looked up and saw Lu Bicheng standing on a small stone by the lake, his whole body leaning forward slightly. As long as she raises her foot gently, she will fall into the cold.
In the lake water that is several meters deep.
Is this jing spirit that does not belong to the mortal world and wants to return to her world?
When Liu Zhenming saw a drop of crystal tears overflowing from the corner of her eyes, for some reason, this thought suddenly arose in his heart. (To be continued...)