Four hundred and eighty-first festival singing and dancing
Chang Qingyun gave an order, and five or six young servants in green clothes and hats came over with jugs to pour wine. Thorpe saw clearly with sharp eyes, there was a wind stove burning in the corridor outside, and tin skewers for warming wine were stewed. It was probably an officialdom
Jinhua wine is the most popular among the rich. The general office has made many special drinks from Jiangnan. The taste is similar to rice wine.
However, the most eye-catching thing is the glass wine bottle shining brightly on the plate: The National Scholar is Unparalleled.
This kind of liquor has been widely favored since its launch: It is not that there was no distilled liquor in the Ming Dynasty, but these liquors without exception had many impurities and were easy to get sick, so they were not loved by scholar-bureaucrats and wealthy people. Guo Shi Wushuang adopted the modern liquor brewing process,
It has high purity, rich aroma, soft entrance, pure taste, and is not easy to get drunk. Coupled with the clear glass bottle, it makes many drinkers crazy. With the courtesy of bureaucrats, it is very famous.
It quickly broke out of Guangdong and became a specialty of Guangzhou. Not only was it consumed in large quantities locally, it was also sold as far away as Jiangnan and the capital. It was even found in the homes of the Houjin nobles in Liaodong. Although Guangzhou Station has expanded the production capacity of the winery
It has been sold dozens of times, but it is still hard to find any wine on the market. The price on the black market has been more than ten times higher than the original price.
At a glance, there are more than a dozen bottles of "Guo Shi Wushuang" on the table, and it seems that there are still some in the corridor. The governor's office is really rich, and he is worthy of being a high-ranking official with eight seats!
Use wine." Chang Qingyun entertained him attentively, but Thorpe and others were wary and did not dare to drink too much, so they only tasted a little. Thorpe was afraid that his language would be exposed, so he refused to say more. Chang Qingyun saw that the atmosphere was a bit dull, so he gave up.
A look in the eye. Next to him, a Qingke Xianggong named Melun, who was specializing in having fun in the Governor's Mansion, understood what he meant. He immediately stood up and said with a smile:
"It's boring to sit around and eat wine." He was very cheerful, rolled up his hands and sleeves to pour wine for everyone, and said with a smile: "Why don't you listen to some new music..."
Immediately he ordered: "Come up, the singer!"
At that moment, two singers came in from the corridor. They were both young boys of fifteen or sixteen years old. They were born with pink makeup. When they came in, they knelt down, kowtowed, and stood with their legs crossed. Mellen said with a smile: "There are many people from Nanjing today.
Your distinguished guests are here, please sing your favorite tune first."
The two little boys quickly agreed. One played the piano and the other played the pipa, and sang a tune first. Although Thorpe can now understand Nanjing Mandarin, this tune is not the rhyme of Jianghuai Mandarin, or the rhyme of modern Cantonese opera or Kunshan dialect.
It was different. It was like hearing it in a fog, and they could barely understand a few words. On the other hand, Lin Ming and Xie Peng listened intently. Judging from the reactions of everyone present, the singing was probably pretty good.
After the song was sung, everyone applauded, Melun smiled and said: "Sure enough." Then he gave them a cup of osmanthus tea left on the table:
"Have a drink and then choose some of your familiar tunes to serve your gentlemen."
The two agreed. They drank the tea in the cups, wiped their mouths with handkerchiefs, played the pipa again, and sang a set of "Sheep on the Hillside". Everyone present applauded, and the atmosphere became somewhat lively. But Thorpe
I didn't know what was good about it, so I had to keep silent. Chang Qingyun saw it and already understood about seventy-eight points in his heart.
"This is really a rare beauty in the world." An old man looked at the two singing children with fascination, "Songs can really crack rocks..."
"How do you know their merits? These two children were bought by General Feihuang from Fujian to serve adults," Chang Qingyun said with a smile. "You all know General Feihuang's skills. It's a pity that his ambition has not been fulfilled. He died at the hands of the thief Kun."
When it came to the word "kun thief", although Thorpe acted as if nothing had happened, his face showed a focused look. Chang Qingyun nodded slightly, "That's it!"
But a curtainman next to him smiled and said: "What's so wonderful about it? Mr. Mei, please tell me."
Mellen said: "Buddha said: It can't be said, it can't be said. Just think about what Mr. Xianhe called a beauty just now..."
Everyone at the table laughed, and Thorpe was confused. He didn't know what was so funny.
Although Mr. Xianhe has gray hair and beard, he is very lively and said with a smile: "Drinking is boring. I think this 'beautiful creature' of Master Mei is a good match. Let's have a match to cheer up the fun!"
"What a lovely beauty," one of the butlers said, squinting at the two singing boys, "She is the Elephant Girl."
As soon as the words were said, the whole audience burst into laughter, and the two singing boys also blushed with embarrassment, pretending to be mad and said: "The gentlemen are always making fun of the young ones." After saying that, they came over and used their long-sleeved hands to pour wine for the guests one by one. The guests were already very active now. Some were laughing and chatting with the singing boy, some were simply groping for their hands, and some even hugged them directly and insisted on having a "leather cup" ...The little ones are all well-versed in their tricks. They smile charmingly and act coquettishly to persuade others to drink. Some of them simply sit in their arms and pluck their beards and ears to drink. For a while, there was a lot of laughter and laughter. Thorpe didn't dare to drink more than one cup. , just accompanied by a sip of wine.
Because Lin Ming had a gold sore, he didn't eat alcohol. He only drank tea and chose light dishes. When he saw Mr. Yao'er took one step at a time, twisted his waist and came over to propose a toast to Thorpe. He was afraid that the leader would fall out in public, so he whispered: "Just give me a false response, don't use pretense."
Thorpe nodded slightly, and the little boy came in front of him. He held the wine with a handkerchief and brought it to Thorpe's mouth. He said softly: "Master Suo, Master Suo... you are the host and guest today, so you have to be generous and drink a few more glasses." ..." When Thorpe saw his graceful figure and charming personality, he was really more feminine than a woman, and the fragrance came to him. Even though he knew he was a man, his heart couldn't help but tremble, and he drank the wine.
I drank it, but it tasted as if I had eaten a fly.
Mellen was joking while looking at the host and guest, Thorpe, but the other party had a look of impatience on his face and a look of disdain in his eyes - it was obvious that Mr. Thorpe was not interested in this pair of "things", and making too much noise would be boring. Just right. At this time, the chef came to present the main course. He took a plate of white flour steamed cakes, a plate of crystal goose, a plate of pickled fish and a bowl of sour bamboo shoots and shrimp ball soup from the table, and gave them to the little boy. The two kowtowed. I thanked him, went out with the plate, and ate on my knees on the porch.
Melun clapped his hands: "Yunjun, why don't you come out to serve me?"
Following the call, a woman walked in through the curtain. When everyone looked at her, they saw Yun Yan wearing a pink gauze shirt and a dark green flowing skirt. There were dark clouds and crows, and black silk curls with two curved lines.
Liu Yanmei frowned slightly in the world, looking around with a look of sadness or joy, and everyone felt refreshed. Chang Qingyun couldn't help but praise loudly: "What a peach blossom with a human face, and like a hibiscus in the water!" That's it!
Yun Yuan smiled brightly at Lin Ming, almost causing Lin Ming's three souls to disappear. He only heard her singing softly:
"After the fall of Xinyi, the wind and rain suddenly come, and the courtyard is lively and unrestrained. The spring is coming, the music is played lazily, and the wine is lazily prepared. I say goodbye to the orioles and thank the swallows. After ten years of dreams, the brothel is broken, and the indolence is still lingering with the catkins. It is difficult to find old friends, and I hold the piano.
My heart is rewritten. I remember how we once joined hands to fight against the grass fence and under the flower curtain. I saw the windlass turning low and the swing playing high. Now, even if there is a round fan and a light shirt, who can we walk with? Looking back at the evening
The mountains are green, and the sorrow of separation comes."
Lin Ming looked at Tingting's dancing posture and felt as if he was in a fairyland. He couldn't help but said: "I have been dreaming of Yangzhou for ten years and won the reputation of a brothel."
Chang Qingyun smiled and said: "This is what I went to Jinling last year, my mentor and I visited Qinhuai, and the singers improvised it. Although it was written by Mr. Ji Di (Gao Qi), when it was sung a hundred years later, it was still an old dream of Qinhuai
Here." He said as if he was feeling emotional.
After the dance, Yun Yuan knelt down and said a blessing, and was about to retreat when Chang Qingyun said: "I heard that you have practiced some new songs before. This Master Suo is an honored guest. Please sing a few songs."
Listen."
"Yes, I know," he said, and ordered someone to fetch the pipa, sit on the embroidered pier, play with it a few times, and sing:
Trying on Luo Shang under the peach branch,
Butterfly powder fights the lingering fragrance.
The moon flattens the grass,
Half face with angry red makeup.
Her singing voice was melodious, both crisp and soft, yet charming but also strong. Her singing voice lingered endlessly around the beams, and the guests at the banquet were fascinated by it. Yun Yun played the pipa while waving her hands and sang:
The wind is getting warmer, the sun is getting longer, and the poplar trees are weeping.
A pair of dancing swallows, thousands of flying flowers, and the setting sun all over the ground.
After singing the song, Mr. Xianhe said with a smile: "This poem is really graceful and graceful. It is the successor of the Southern Tang Dynasty. It is the only one who can get it from heaven. I didn't expect Mr. Maozhong (Chen Zilong) to write such a sentimental poem."
The charm is natural. It’s really strange!”
Thorpe didn't know who Mr. Mao Zhong was, but the poem sounded like an ordinary lyrical poem. What's so surprising? While thinking about it, someone said: "Mr. Mao Zhong's poems are very different. They are completely different."
Two people. Recently, the student just got a new piece of his work..." After that, he recited:
The immortals are lonely for a long time, and the literary garden is desolate and the ancient hills are all desolate. In the past, the Han Dynasty was called the north, and the Chu wind is now all over the southern state. Can it be the elegant music of Zhang Yaohai? There are still Weici and Jade Tower. I am tired of the withered sentences in the world, cutting the clouds and cutting the moon paintings.
Sanqiu.
Everyone nodded and praised, but Thorpe couldn't hear the merit, so he could only continue to sit expressionlessly. But everyone at the table became interested, and everyone started talking about poetry with great enthusiasm.
…
"The most difficult thing about composing lyrics is the modern style. It should be flat but not oblique, and it should be oblique and not flat. One of them loses its coherence and makes it difficult to read. How can you afford to lose this person?"
"You are wrong: there are both oblique and oblique sounds in the poem. Lu Fangweng's "Burning ashes and removing vegetables" uses the oblique sound for the word "locust"; "Don't break the red and fragrant tree, but know what you mean",
The word 'dan' has a flat tone; Li Shanfu's 'Huang Zu did not pity the parrot guest, Zhigong favored Qilin'er', the word 'qi' has a flat tone! Han Yu's poem "Yueyang Tower" "The universe is narrow and hinders", the word "zhi"
It is actually read as 'visit', Bai Juyi's "Poems of He Linghu Xianggong" "Benevolence fans the road, rain anoints the pavilion Yan", and the word "fan" has a flat sound again! Li Shangyin's "Shicheng Poem" "The ice will float on the pillow, and the curtain will not be hidden"
Hook', self-note 'bing, Qusheng'..." (To be continued.)