All the gentlemen who are attacked by the female queen are stunningly beautiful

"Oh, that's unfortunate. Jiu Yin is unwell and can't come out to perform today." The madam said with a smile, "If the girl really wants to see Jiu Yin, can she come back another day?"

Zhou Yanzhen hummed, and was led up to the central hall on the second floor by the madam, and then led to a private room.

The waiter brought wine, dry fruits and placed them on the wine table.

Song Xiang sat down and had an unobstructed view of the high platform railings in the nave from the huge wooden window.

Round gauze lanterns were lit in the four corners of the nave, and lamps had already been held at the guest seats in each private room. Two young men brought in the table and futon, and put down the gauze curtains around the high platform. A young man in a gray shirt held a pipa in his arms, climbed up the steps, and entered the high platform to wait.

While he was sitting, the guzheng sounded, and a young man came up from behind the high platform.

What she looks like: two beautiful eyebrows that are as long as distant mountains in the mist, almost flying into the temples, and a pair of peach blossom fox eyes, which are bright and narrow, as if they contain thousands of autumn water.

She has a beautiful jawline, a thin side face, plump red lips, a tall figure, long hair half tied behind her head, and her hair is like ink hanging down around her waist.

Wearing a moonlight moiré robe, with red embroidery on the collar and placket, Sang Wan looked like an immortal from the Nine Heavens.

He raised his slender hands, picked up the imitation Green Qi Guqin from the table, placed it across his knees, opened his red lips, and sounded like a kingfisher in the empty valley, which made people intoxicated.

"My servant is singing "Spring Pavilion Order" today. Girls, please listen to it."

As Sang Wan plucked the strings with his right hand and picked up the notes with his left hand, a simple and quiet tune floated out from the high platform. He sang: In the past, under the moon, we promised marriage, leaning against the railing, how many years would it take to see each other? Lamps dimmed everywhere, and in the Spring Pavilion, amorous guests were drinking and drinking.

I didn't realize that the relationship was weak long ago, but now I hate it because of the lightness of the relationship. I have no intention of putting on powder and no intention of hairpins. I wake up half dreaming about the girl. I sleep in the place at night and only ask my old friend, how can you forget your former alliance.

Think secretly, think secretly, shed tears. A few years away from the rope, a few years away from the rope, reminding me of the sorrow of separation. When will we meet again? It will be in vain to call me a slave with a dull heart and a dry heart. A spring pavilion song will teach me to miss my loved one and frown, and to curse my sweetheart.

After singing the song, the girl in the private room next door raised her voice and said: "Okay, okay, let's watch and enjoy. I will reward Sangwan with thirty silver medals."

The waiter waiting outside immediately brought the plate in.

Other girls followed suit one after another, which made Song and Xiang seem a bit petty.

Song Xiang thought for a moment and then raised his voice and said: "The silver reward may stain Mr. Sang Wan's talent. Why don't I write a song for Mr. Sang Wan and ask him to compose the music."

Then he called the waiter: "Wine boy, bring me paper and pen!"

"Here, wait a minute, lady."

After a while, the boy brought a pen and paper and an inkstone. Song Xiang spread out the white linen paper, and Zhou Yanzhen was grinding ink beside it.

Thinking of Qian Shuxing, Song Xiang felt bitter in his heart, and as if with the help of God, a modern version of lyrics about separation and separation came to life on the page of Song Xiang's writing.

Song Xiang named the libretto of this new composition "Spring Love", which perfectly complements Sang Wan's "Spring Pavilion Ling".

Zhou Yanzhen blew ink and read: I woke up from a dream after drinking wine, and my feelings and thoughts were mismatched. It was a foregone conclusion that you left. I wandered past, sad and desolate. I was alone in ecstasy and it was difficult to save my life. If the spring grass had feelings, there would still be something in the mountains. Green, the two hearts are not like one, and I don’t want to mention it. The illusion when I fell in love was lost under the east wall at dusk, and the years were reversed. Every memory was wasted. Your back that night is still imprinted in my mind, and it can’t be found across the mountains and rivers. at.

"Sister Song Xiang, your lyrics are too sad."

"How to recall old friends without being sad."

Song Xiang mocked himself and took the manuscript, handed it to the servant and said, "Send it to Mr. Sang Wan."

"Here!"

Sang Wan had already left the high platform and reached the wing on the third floor. As soon as he put down the guqin, a boy brought the lyrics up. Sui'an, who was guarding the door, took it and took it to the room and handed it to Sang Wan.

Sang Wan unfolded it and took a look, and he suddenly became interested: "The lyrics of this song are quite new, very different from the traditional writing method..."

"Huh? Why are there Song Xiang's "Taibai Shangxian" poems?" The voice raised his eyes slightly and ordered Sui'an, his personal servant, to say: "Go and find out whose girl the girl is from. If you can't find out, just invite her over." Wait for me in the private room next to you."

"Sir, don't you see guests?" Sui'an asked puzzledly.

Sang Wan sat at the table and said with a serious smile: "Rules are made by people, aren't they?"

"Here, I'll go and invite you, little one."

Sang Wan twitched the corners of his lips slightly and returned to his usual coldness and indifference. For some reason, he always felt that this girl might be related to Song Xiang, who wrote "Taibai Shangxian", so he broke the rules and wanted to meet her. .

Sui'an went to the old bustard and asked about it before going to the private room where Song Xiang was staying.

"Girl, Mr. Sang Wan invites you." Sui'an's voice came respectfully from the door.

Zhou Yanzhen immediately raised her head, with a look of envy in her eyes: "Sister Song Xiang is so lucky. Don't forget me when you get up there!"

Song Xiang laughed: "Just wait for me here first!"

After that, he followed Sui An upstairs.

When he brought Song Xiang to the private room, Sui An walked briskly to invite Sang Wan: "Young Master! This girl seems to be named Song Xiang!"

"Is it really Song Xiang?"

Sang Wanhao stood up: "Since it's Song Xiang, then I'm going to meet her!"

He straightened his clothes, left the wing, and went to the side room in an elegant manner.

Song Xiang was picking up a wine cup and sipping a small drink when he heard a series of very light footsteps, and then entered the room where he was.

"Girl Jin An!" Sang Wan bowed slightly and asked in a clear voice, "In the poem "Spring Love" that I saw, there is a line written by Song Xiang, the leader of the garden poetry club. I wonder if the girl is Song Xiang?"

Song Xiang had already stood up. He was stunned for a moment by Sang Wan's appearance. When he heard Sang Wan's question, he quickly bowed and said, "This is Song Xiang!"

Sang Wan was delighted when she heard this, and admired her very much for her ability to recite poems and poems, and she felt a sense of sympathy for each other.

"The servant has heard about the talent of this girl for a long time, and it is difficult to see her. But unexpectedly, I met her here. I am very happy."

He handed the "Spring Love" in his hand to Song Xiang and said: "I was impressed by the girl's "Taibai Shangxian" before, and today I got the lyrics of "Spring Love" as a gift from the girl. I wonder if the girl has a good composition in mind?"

Song Xiang was slightly startled, then said bravely: "Yes, yes, but it is too sentimental. The music method is not unique to this dynasty. I'm afraid it will stain the ears of the young master."

"Nothing, just write me down!"

Song Xiang was even more embarrassed. She couldn't say that she couldn't write music. In order to deal with Sang Wan, she could only say in a roundabout way: "I will sing with you."

"Young lady, you mean to sing "Spring Love" to the slaves?"

The reason why Sang Wan was so surprised was mainly because the scholars of this dynasty were afraid of losing their status as scholars and scholars, and were unwilling to engage in performing arts and singing. They thought these were low-class things to please women of high rank.