This is just a mess. Lin Qingyin, the person involved, has officially admitted defeat. The judges have also given the result. It is too much to disrupt the situation. Jun Moye is also required to play a song that is even better than the broken heart.
Shameless, Master Jun has just explained that this song has reached the perfect state, so only the performer's mood is slightly problematic, which makes Bai Xiaoxiao, but the sound is better than Jun Moye.
, but it is clearly a tough guy!
"The winner is clear. Do you want to mess around?" Miao Xiaomiao raised her eyebrows, her phoenix eyes were filled with evil, and she was a little angry!
"He hasn't even touched the instrument, how can he say that he has a clear distinction between victory and defeat?" The voice was unyielding.
Jun Moye's divine thoughts had already locked in the person who was calling, and saw him standing in the crowd from afar, hiding his head behind a person, lowering his head deeply, and just yelling with his neck.
Usually, those who shout like this look very angry, but this guy obviously looks guilty, fearing that others will recognize him.
Zhan Qingfeng's face was silent, but a hint of pride flashed in his eyes. This person was the backup plan he arranged in advance. If Mo Junye won, no matter what the reason, he had to find it, even if he was looking for bones in the egg.
We must also overturn Mo Junye’s victory!
Jun Moye's divine thoughts were just swept through and he understood everything. He sneered in his heart and thought to himself, if you know that I was the big book of Dongfang who was playing the laughing and proud storm in the Danguan Tower of Juhua City... I'm afraid
I would never come like this to give myself a chance to perform. Broken Heart Song is indeed perfect, but it can be divided into three or six levels in perfection...
"The so-called justice is in the hearts of the people. Well, since someone raises doubts, then I will play a song for everyone. So, I won't be able to pick on the bones in the eggs and keep playing tricks on you! Are you right? Zhan Dazi?
"Jun Moye looked at Zhan Qingfeng with a smile.
"That's natural. If you want to win, you must have truly overwhelming strength!" Zhan Qingfeng smiled and said, "The winner is clear, you can't just talk."
"Yes, but when it comes to subverting the idea of winning or losing, you can't just rely on your mouth." Jun Moye laughed and said, "It's even more impossible to rely on some shameful means to use some people who dare not even show their faces.
The guy who spoke, since he had the courage to speak, why not stand up generously? I can guarantee that I will never pursue it, no matter what you say is your personal wish or represents the wishes of others!"
As soon as this sentence came out, Miao Xiaomiao burst out laughing. With her strength, she naturally discovered that person. And the verbal confrontation between Jun Moye and Zhan Qingfeng also made her instantly figure out what was happening in front of her.
Since I came here, I have never seen Zhan Qingfeng say anything to this person. It seems that this person must have been Zhan Qingfeng's arrangement. Unexpectedly, this person's foresight and thoughtfulness reached this point.
Sisheng was determined to lose first, but he actually arranged everything in advance.
But for this reason, I was even more prepared to fight Qingfeng in my heart! So, all his actions and actions that made me feel warm were all carefully designed by this person?
What exactly is he going to do to please himself with painstaking efforts? Or... what is the Zhan family going to do?
In Miao Xiaomiao's mind, the height of this problem was raised to the height of the entire Zhan family for the first time, and she couldn't help but be alert to the masterpiece!
"Brother Lin, I didn't expect that there would be today's meeting. I didn't have any musical instruments to accompany me, so I had to borrow my brother's jade flute to use it." Jun Moye smiled and nodded.
Lin Qingyin agreed with a smile, took out the jade flute, wiped it very carefully in the clear water, and then held the jade flute with white silk to send it to Jun Moye.
This practice is the greatest respect a musician has for his fellow travelers in the Fantasy Mansion!
Originally, as a big shot in Lin Qing music scene, he had his own position and could not lend the ever-independent musical instruments to others, but in Lin Qingyin's actions, everyone could clearly feel an atmosphere.
That is, Mo Junye used the jade flute to play music from Lin Qingyin. What he really should feel honored is Lin Qingyin himself and the jade flute!
Jun Moye held the flute in his hand, and felt as if nothing was light in his hand. He couldn't help but be shocked and said, "Good flute."
Holding this jade flute in your hand, you can hardly feel the weight. I believe that only extremely rare light and elegant jade can do this kind of jade!
"A good flute must be matched with a good person. This Guan Yuxiao is a bit ruined in my hands. Now I can only hope for Brother Mo, hoping that it can make a different sound in Brother Mo's hands."
Lin Qingyin smiled dejectedly and slowly retreated.
"Brother Lin is too humble." Jun Moye smiled faintly, looked at the jade flute in his hand, and said softly: "The song I am about to play was written by a woman. It has been hundreds of years since it was passed down from generation to generation.
Time... Or the heaven is jealous of the beauty, this peerless beauty, a beautiful woman who is so beautiful that she is frowning all her life, her body is weak, and she has passed away under twenty years. A generation of beautiful women has disappeared from the dust, making people unable to help
I sighed with regret. However, because we are in a remote location, this song has never been circulated. It was just a coincidence that I was lucky enough to learn this song of Xiao; today I will play it and savor it with you
.”
After he said this, many people on the judges' seats raised their ears. Obviously, this was another piece of music that no one had ever heard before.
And it was done by a woman!
"Although this girl has a beautiful face, she is weak and has been lingering in sick all year round and rarely goes out. Her biggest pleasure is to watch the flowers bloom and fade in the courtyard, and watch the clouds roll and unfold in the sky... That day, in the garden
The flowers bloomed, and she enjoyed them for a whole day, and she felt very happy; she planned to go again tomorrow! But that night, a strong wind blew and even light rain. Thousands of blooming flowers withered overnight..."
Jun Moye said this, Miao Xiaomiao couldn't help but say a little softly. He thought that if he replaced this woman with him, he would definitely be extremely sad; especially this woman was still lingering in sick bed for many years, and her heart would be weak, and suddenly
Wouldn't it be even more unbearable to destroy her little pleasure due to natural changes?
Sure enough, I heard Jun Moye say, "... She was already anxious when she heard the sound of wind and rain at night. When the next day, she got up in the clothes and went to the garden to see her the most
The flowers I like, but what was placed in front of her was a terrible fallen red on the ground..."
"She was very sad. Yesterday was still a colorful flower, but today she withered so much. However, she was sad and couldn't bear to see these petals being crushed into the mud and dust, so she swept all the petals on the ground.
, put them in sachets and buried them... Just when she was burying the flowers, she suddenly thought of herself. Isn't she such a beautiful life, but she is seriously ill, or she will soon be in the world. So, today I
Who can bury flowers? Then who will bury yourself in the future?"
"Either it was touching the scene or being caused by the heart, this strange woman improvised a poem called "The Song of Burial of Flowers". The song I want to play today was written by her own hands.
The flute song was released. And that woman passed away within three days after the lyrics and music were composed..."
"Listen to Brother Mo, I can't wait to listen to this song "The Song of Burial Flowers". "Miao Xiaomiao said with a look of yearning and said with interest: "But before Brother Mo plays it."
, Can you write down this poem first?”
"Miss Miao asks, of course it's OK!" Jun Moye said generously.
Miao Xiaomiao waved her hand, and sent her pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and placed it in front of her, and smiled and said, "Brother Mo just recite it, and the little sister will complete this recording responsibility."
"It's so good." Jun Moye understood what she meant. He might have to compete in calligraphy later. It's better not to reveal his trump card for the time being.
The two of them were like singing a double act. They spoke and said, and the atmosphere of this song was rendered as if no one else was around. Before the song of the Burial Flower Song began to be played, it had already penetrated into the hearts of the people and stirred the hearts of everyone.
Let’s tell a touching story first to arouse the resonance in people’s hearts, and then write down the relevant lyrics, which will be displayed before everyone, and finally play this song formally, which will undoubtedly make the power of this song reach an unprecedented maximum!
As Miao Xiaomiao dipped her brush in her hand, under Jun Moye's gentle chanting, "The Song of Burial Flowers" that was once popular on Earth, almost all men, women, young and old can easily talk about the Dream of Red Mansions, in this different world
, finally its unique brilliance bloomed!
"The flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, and the red fragrance fades away, who can pity them?
The silk is soft and the floating silk is floating on the spring pavilion, and the falling feathers are lightly touched on the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring evening, and she is full of sorrow and has nowhere to express her;
I hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir and endure the fallen flowers back and forth.
Willow-striped elm pods are fragrant, regardless of peach blossoms or plum blossoms;
The peaches and plums will be released again next year. Who knows in the boudoir next year?
The fragrance nest has been built in March, and the swallows between the beams are too ruthless.
Although the flowers will be pecked next year, they will not even be able to fall into the empty nest when they go to the beam.
Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, sword and sword are fierce;
When can it be bright and beautiful, it is hard to find it once you wander.
The flowers bloom easily and fall hard to find, and the flowers are worried about killing the burialists in front of the steps;
Leaning alone in a flower hoe, shed tears, and blood marks were seen on the branches on the empty branches.
The cuckoo was speechless at dusk, and he returned with a hoe to cover the heavy door;
The person who is sleeping on the blue lights and the cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm.
I blame the slave for being too sad? I am half sorry for spring and half annoyed;
I feel sorry for the spring and the annoyance suddenly fades away, and then I am speechless and don’t hear it.
Last night, I sang a sad song outside the court. I know it was the soul of the flower and the bird?
Flower souls are always hard to keep, and birds are silent and flowers are ashamed;
May the slave have wings under his siege and fly to the end of the sky with the flowers.
At the end of the sky, where is the fragrant hill?
It is not as good as a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, and a piece of pure land to cover up the romantic life;
The essence is clean and clean, and it is better than the dirt and ditches.
Now that you die, I will be buried, but I will never know when I will die?
The man who buried flowers today laughed at me. Who is the one who buried flowers this year?
Just look at the fallen flowers in spring, and it is the time when the beauty dies from old age;
Once spring is over, the beauty is old, and the flowers are falling and the people are dead!”
With Jun Moye's chanting and Miao Xiaomiao's writing, everyone was immersed in this sad, sad but beautiful and elegant poem. Even the two brothers Zhan Qingfeng and Zhan Yushu who were dedicated to Jun Moye's mind, at this moment
I couldn't even say a word to disturb the situation.
There are actually such beautiful poems in the world! And every word is so true, close to everyone's life, that helplessness, that freedom and freedom in facing life and death... flowers are used to describe one's own aloofness and arrogance
...
In the world, there was such a strange woman with a heart of orchid...