Elegant Feather

Jun Yiyu heard the words and looked over, it was Dong Xiang from before.Where is this person?

Dong Xiang was very angry. He held a grudge because of the Dragon Boat Festival. He was jealous when he saw Jun Yiyu. He only held back because of the occasion, but at this time he really couldn't help it.What's so good about this little boy!Not to mention Qian Luo's kindness to him, now that a charming girl has come, she actually favors him even more!I, Dong Xiang, don't believe that such a brat can bring the dead back to life, a miracle doctor!So what, today is the Literary Society, not the Medical Society, so why are you still making a big splash here after being a beauty!I think I, Dong Xiang, got a few good poems and earned some fame at this essay meeting after thinking about it at home. Why do you take all the good things in the world without doing anything!You don't even have hair, and you only dare to sit in the corner in the essay meeting. I don't believe that you can write good poems. Today I have to make you look ugly in front of everyone!

"You are all talented and well-educated in my university. Mr. Zhao is a late-school student with little knowledge. Today, I came to this essay meeting to admire the brilliance of all my seniors, so I won't make a fool of myself."

Dong Xiang sneered in his heart, hum, it sounds nice!I don't think so! "Mr. Zhao, what are you talking about? Mr. Zhao is the savior of Miss Jiaoniang, so it goes without saying that he has medical skills. As far as Dong knows, Mr. Zhao is also the bosom friend of Miss Qianluo in Fenglailou. All the seniors here must know that Qianluo Luo girl is elegant and good at rhythm, the best poems and essays, Mr. Zhao can be attracted by Qian Luo girl as a close friend, and his poetic accomplishments must be extraordinary."

Dong Xiang's words caused everyone to whisper again, what is the origin of Mr. Zhao, and how did he get in touch with Huakui Qianluo again?If you want to get close to Qianluo, good poetry is the only way. This time, everyone really looked forward to Jun Yiyu's poetry as Dong Xiang thought.What's more, they all felt a little bit of envy or even jealousy.Immediately, there were booing voices from the crowd, "Brother Dong is right, since Mr. Zhao is Miss Qian Luo's friend, he must be a literary figure."

"Mr. Dong is right. We are looking forward to Mr. Zhao's masterpiece."

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Jun Yiyu felt strange, at first he thought Dong Xiang looked familiar, but it was fine if he couldn't remember.Now that this person keeps saying "Mr. Zhao", they obviously don't know him, so how do they know that I know Qian Luo?

So puzzled, Jun Yiyu frowned inadvertently, and what fell into Dong Xiang's eyes completely proved his conjecture.brat!It's embarrassing!late!You shouldn't have come here in the first place!Shame on you! "What? Is Mr. Zhao not giving everyone face?"

Jun Yiyu shook off the doubts in his mind, Dong Xiang had spoken politely before, but he always felt a little yin and yang when he heard it, and he saw some hidden hatred in his eyes, and he didn't know why he had to push himself to write poems.It's nothing to write poems, who in Dahua Dynasty who has read several books seriously can't write two poems.This does not limit the rhyme of the title, it is very easy to compose a poem casually.It's just that this person didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and he talked about Qian Luo and me together, which aroused the crowd's response.I don't care if this poem is poorly composed, but if Qian Luo loses his reputation because of me, it's not good after all.But if it is done well, if this group of "talented scholars" are aroused to fight poetry and essays, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave even if I want to.Thinking like this, Jun Yiyu couldn't make up his mind for a moment.

"Master Zhao, you..."

Dong Xiang wanted to urge again, but Qingyue's piano sounded first.

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In May of Chengtian's 25th year, she performed in various places for two years, and gradually became famous. Now Jiaoniang, who is faintly known as "Dahua's No. [-] Dancer", set foot in the capital for the first time.Jiao Niang broke the previous practice of only staying in one place for more than a month. In the past two months, she performed in many places in Yu'an, which became very popular in Kyoto.Especially when she settled in Qiluan Tower a month ago, she responded more actively to various literary invitations, as if she had the intention of staying in Yu'an for a long time.

Seductive temperament, enchanting figure, peerless dancing skills, coupled with an unrivaled appearance.Jiaoniang, this beauty is completely different from Qianluo, but her charm to men is no less than that of Qianluo, and even faintly higher than Qianluo's beauty appeared in Yu'an, which made Fenglailou's old bustard Zhou Mama a little worried.When the news came that Jiaoniang was staying in the Qiluan Tower of her business rival and had really started to set foot in Yu'an Fengyuechang, all of Zhou's mother's faint worries turned into anxiety, and she began to get angry, which was manifested in her actions. She lost her family's cash cow, and hoped that her family's oiran aunt would develop a sense of crisis and step forward to grab the limelight.

Qian Luo had already received an invitation letter from today's Zhuangyuan Lou Wenhui, she didn't want to come.

It's not that she didn't hear Zhou's mother's nagging, but so what?In the past few days since her debut, she has faintly become Yu'an's No. 1 prostitute, and the appearance of Jiaoniang has taken her limelight. It's not that she doesn't know it, but she doesn't care.Those men chasing the hem of her skirt are just coveting beauty or trying to conquer the oiran in order to gain nomination.They left their hands with thousands of dollars, and their pens are full of flowers. Is it me that they are chasing?It's just coveting this skin and the oiran aura that this skin brings!Involuntarily falling into the dust, with the identity of Fenglailou Oiran, it is enough to protect my innocence.The name of No. 1 prostitute is just a big irony, reminding me that I am in this dirty romantic place.If it's gone, there will be less mad bees and butterflies, and more cleanliness.

Thinking like this, Qian Luo naturally didn't have the intention to compete with Jiao Niang at the literary meeting.But when she accidentally heard that today's Wenhui seems to be related to Prince Yi's mansion, she changed her decision.

After being served by Qing Ming, she got out of the carriage and entered the lobby of the Zhuangyuan Building. Qian Luo immediately caught the voice she was expecting.Qingming is right, I really like you.

The last time I saw you was when you left Beijing to escape the summer heat in May and said goodbye to me. You said you would exchange music with me when you came back.Just because of your words, I experienced the longest summer in my life.I live on my fingers, I have never looked forward to the passage of time like this.It’s July, it’s Meng Qiu, the summer is over, you should come back after escaping the summer, but why is the car from Yiwang’s mansion not returning to Beijing for so long?I think it should be until the end of the month, but I'm really... dazed, so what if it's held in the Prince Yi's Mansion?Knowing that you are capable of poetry and prose but you don't like to show it off, you probably don't like to come to the prose.But for this one-in-a-million chance, I couldn't bear the impulse in my heart after all.Did God hear my heart? You really came and let me hear your voice as soon as I entered the door.

The voices in the hall were whispering, a little noisy, and I caught your voice in just a moment.The crowd in the circle is scattered, everyone is dressed in Confucianism and shirts, and I caught your figure with just one glance.Qingming is right, I should really like you.

Noticing that Jun Yiyu called himself "Zhao", and hearing himself being mentioned in the crowd, and constantly asking Jun Yiyu to write poems, Qian Luo frowned inadvertently.Stopping Qing Ming from calling people, she looked around to find the getai, and walked up quietly by herself.

When Jun Yiyu was in Hangzhou, he had been involved in the local literary club out of curiosity, and he knew that the literary club was nothing more than a gifted scholar who wrote good poems, and then performed by a prostitute, but there was a slight difference, and the lively places were always far away. The song stage is not far away.Based on this consideration, he didn't want to attract attention, so the seat he chose was naturally far away from the getai.I never thought that Jiao Niang's arrival would cause everyone in the hall to rush to show their courtesy, and because of Jiao Niang's "acknowledgment of benefactor", the crowd was brought to Jun Yiyu's place, which also directly caused everyone to panic when Qian Luo came. Far away from the building gate and the singing platform, no one even noticed Qianluo's getting on the singing platform until the sound of the zither sounded.

The sound of the piano was clear and calm, and gradually spread to the entire lobby, stopping all the sounds and attracting all the eyes.

When the sound of the qin came together, Jun Yiyu felt familiar. He tilted his head to the karaoke stage, and through the gap in the crowd, he saw the person playing the qin, "This is..."

The woman stroking the strings sits upright in the center of the song stage, her long hair is lightly pulled, pouring like a waterfall.Her moon-white dress stretched out like a lotus leaf, but her face was covered by a light veil, so she couldn't see her complexion clearly, but her extraordinary and graceful figure made people intuitively think she was a beautiful woman.Her brows were relaxed, and there was a little haze in her eyes.He clearly sees her right in front of his eyes, in this restaurant, on the song stage, but feels that she is far away in the sky, as if he is playing the heartstrings with the strings of the zither at will in a deserted mountain.It is not difficult for people who don't know the rhythm to see her wholehearted devotion.

The tone gradually changed, and it seemed to turn into the sound of ding-dong rain, bringing people into the fresh rainy mountain forest, just because of the cleanness of the piano sound, the air seemed to be filled with the fragrance of grass leaves.The woman's hazy gaze gradually focused, she withdrew her erratic gaze, and casually glanced around the audience, but at a certain point, she froze for an almost imperceptible moment.The cover of the veil makes it difficult to see the curvature of the corners of her mouth, but the slight curvature of the corners of the eyes reminds those who are careful: she is smiling!

Immediately, behind the light veil, the woman's sandalwood mouth can be vaguely opened, "Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating leaves, why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and straw shoes lightly beat horses, who is afraid? A cloud of mist and rain will let life live. The spring wind blows Wake up, slightly cold, but greeted by the slanting hills. Looking back at the bleak place, there will be neither wind nor rain nor sunshine." The woman's peaceful posture and clear piano sound, coupled with ethereal and melodious singing, express the broad-mindedness in the lyrics and music. The air of detachment is vividly performed.

Under the double traction of such beautiful piano sound and singing voice, those who were lucky enough to hear it in the Zhuangyuan Building had an unprecedented musical resonance.Through the lyrics and music, I chased the chic figure of a free and easy gentleman.

Looking at each other and smiling when the eyes met, and the sound of "Ding Fengbo·Don't Listen to the Sound of Lin Da Ye", Jun Yiyu heard the familiar piano sound, and all the hesitation that was not much turned into certainty, it is Qianluo!Meeting Xu Haoxuan's searching eyes, Jun Yiyu nodded in agreement with his guess, and immediately closed his eyes to admire without looking at his reaction.

At the end of the song, Jun Yiyu slowly opened his eyes after reflecting on the artistic conception created by the qin music, and sighed in his heart: "The wonderful qin sound played by the extraordinary qin skills has love, this is perfection. Impeccable qin skills coupled with Qin Xin, this is not a disappointment!" Jun Yiyu smiled lightly and stroked his hands, looking at Qian Luo on the stage with undisguised admiration.

The sound of the piano stopped, and the crowd who came back to it was silent for a moment, and after hearing the applause, they also drummed up one after another.At this point, the curious person finally had the opportunity to whisper.

"Brother Li, do you know who she is?"

"I think it's... Qianluo." The person who answered softly was full of uncertainty.

"No way, Miss Qian Luo from Fenglai Tower has never sung in public. I have also heard her piano, which is good, but it seems that she is not as attractive as this woman. It must not be her?" The man denied it. Also hesitant.

"Now Yu'an can even say that Qianluo is the best piano player in the family of Dahua prostitutes. Who else would this person be?"

"Yes, who could it be?"

"I have heard that Su Ningxiu, a famous prostitute in the south of the Yangtze River, is good at playing the piano. Could it be her?"

"No, absolutely not! Su Ningxiu became a good man two years ago."

"Then she can't come back?"

"It's... hard to say."

"It should not be Su Ningxiu. Although this woman is covered with a veil, she can still tell that she is young. Su Ningxiu became famous ten years ago. Even if she returns to Fengyuechang, she should be 30 years old."

"Could it be..."

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"I don't know who wrote this wonderful poem."

"Yes, this word is indeed a rare and good word. I don't know which senior's masterpiece it is."

"I don't know when this woman came, don't say her word..."

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The author has something to say: I borrowed the kid’s time, made it in a hurry, and will revise the article later

I almost forgot Happy Lantern Festival, Happy Valentine's Day^_^

Fufeng just drank a few glasses of wine with his elders, and now he is a little dizzy and sleepy, saying that Ergeng is incompetent, sorry. .