This late Ming Dynasty is outrageous

Chapter 174 72: The low position dare not forget to worry about the country
"Xiao Linzi, someone is singing a ditty outside, you can accompany me out to have a look."

When Cao Kun was in a daze, Yue Lingshan ran over in a bright red wedding dress, and pulled Cao Kun up excitedly.She looked at Cao Kun, her cheeks were reddish, and she patted Cao Kun coquettishly: "The sky is bright and bright, why don't you dress neatly?"

Cao Kun laughed, and took Yue Lingshan's hand: "Do you want to listen to a little song?"

Yue Lingshan squinted her big eyes and her eyes were diverted: "I haven't heard it yet, you go with me, Xiao Linzi, don't you like to hear it?"

"I like to hear you sing, it must be the best song in the world."

"Nonsense, I can't sing."

"I'm not talking nonsense. Tonight, I'll let you sing a heartbreaking song and shed tears on the red sleeve bed."

"Impossible, I don't know how to sing at all. If you want to hear it, you can go to your mother. The little song my mother sings is very nice. When I was young, I often coaxed me to sleep."

Cao Kun gave Yue Lingshan a smack on the bridge of his nose, thinking that I am a serious Kun, how can I miss Xia Ning?
Unless she took the initiative to sing, she could barely listen to a song.

"Oh, hurry up and change your clothes, your hands are full of sweat, and the bridge of my nose is dirty."

Yue Lingshan pushed Cao Kun to change clothes, rubbed the bridge of her nose, and stomped her feet angrily.

Then he laughed again, and walked around the yard with his hands behind his back: "It's really good to be married, and finally no one cares about it."

She swayed her body quite complacently, walking happily with figure-of-sight steps.In the past, in front of Lao Yue and Nvxia Ning, her walking posture was strictly required.

This is a pain for Yue Lingshan, who is lively by nature.

Cao Kun dressed neatly and walked out of the bedroom.Yue Lingshan was standing by the flower bed with her hands behind her back, her waist bent and her legs straight, her raised butt was extremely round.

There was a smile on that face, as if comparing with the flowers in the fence to see who was prettier.

Cao Kun walked over calmly, stood behind him, and slapped it down.

Snapped.

"oops!"

Yue Lingshan jumped up on the spot, covered her hands with her little hands, stood up with a blushing face, and jumped face to face.

"Xiao Linzi, you are going to die."

Seeing that it was Cao Kun, she raised her jade hand and rushed towards him.I thought Cao Kun would hug her impatiently, but I didn't want Cao Kun to turn around and run away.

Yue Lingshan froze for a moment, then stomped her feet angrily: "Stop."

She chased after him, but felt happier than holding her.After chasing him, he jumped and lay on Cao Kun's back: "Still running, can you run away?"

Yue Lingshan said fiercely in Cao Kun's ear.

Cao Kun said with a smile: "I didn't run away. Of course we can't forget my mother-in-law if there are good things. Let's call her to go with me."

"You are so filial."

Yue Lingshan pouted.

"Filial piety is what every child should do."

Came to the next door to the new house, knocked on the door, Ning Zhong had already heard the movement of the two of them, and had already changed his clothes.

"Let's go."

She looked at Cao Kun carrying Yue Lingshan on her back, her eyes brightened, but she said reproachfully: "We're all married and messing around, come down quickly."

Yue Lingshan hugged her neck and didn't let go, Cao Kun turned around and walked out with the little burden on her back like this: "Mother, there is a performance outside, let's go and see it." '

"I've heard you yelling a long time ago, but I want to hear how you sing."

Ning Zhong raised his chin slightly.

Cao Kun smiled and said, "Of course it's not as good as your singing, mother."

Ning Zhong already knew about Yue Lingshan's conversation, after all, they were all in the same yard, so he heard it clearly.She laughed and scolded: "Mother can also sing a little song to coax children, I'm afraid you won't hear it. But if you let mother hold your grandson as soon as possible, mother's precious grandson can listen to it."

Cao Kun said in his heart to coax the child, but in fact I am also a child.

Men are all young children who need to be coaxed to sleep.

Otherwise, it's not playing mobile games, it's playing games.

The three came outside talking and laughing, and Yue Lingshan also jumped down.They didn't go out, but stood under the tree at the door. The mother and daughter hid behind the big tree holding hands and looked at the table in front of them with their heads stretched out.

Above the stage, a young monk in a long red dress is extremely enchanting, holding a folding fan, with springy eyebrows, watching the heroes of the rivers and lakes stretching their legs one by one, stretching their necks, like giraffes, their heads are too big It seems like a circle.

Ren Yingying led a few musicians cross-legged in the back, she played the piano beautifully, and in addition to her attractive appearance, it attracted many people to look at it for a while—such as Cao Kun.

Cao Kun knew that the little monk was a scary person who was neither male nor female, so naturally he didn't want to look at it too much.

But most of the people in the Jianghu don't know the details, but think that the little monk is more beautiful and moving.For a while, the little monk became the focus, and the rest, including Nvxia Ning, all fell into obscurity.

The ancients in the metropolis had culture, and culture is the inheritance and the ancients.What is the background?No one can tell the truth?What is antique, antique is not about dressing, speaking, etc.

Antique is every move, something that blends into the bones.This is a symbol of the times and a mark of culture.

It’s not that you become an ancient person when you wear ancient costumes, or you become an ancient person because you speak eloquently.

The reason why the ancients are ancient is, in the final analysis, culture.

From babbling to reading and writing, these cultures are gradually integrated into the flesh and bones, and gradually become your standard of conduct.

To put it bluntly, every era has its imprint.

The imprints of the Ming Dynasty and the Song Dynasty are also different.

Cao Kun didn't understand this kind of principle, but he watched the little monk frowning and smiling on the stage, although he hadn't spoken yet.When I think about the beauties in ancient costumes in those videos of later generations, I always feel that the latter are artificial and not as natural as a little monk.

The style of every move, every frown and smile, and even a bow, all have historical barriers.

The little monk really sang 'Chi Ling'. Cao Kun gave him the lyrics and music a few days ago, and he sang it a few times.Listening to it now, I feel that although the lyrics and music are all written in the words of later generations, they seem to have traveled through time and space. The straightforward words sung from the mouth of the little monk have added a layer of historical flavor.

As for the masters of temperament in the Jianghu, there is no one else besides Liu Zhengfeng.Liu Zhengfeng and a white-haired old man hid in the crowd and murmured softly: "The singing is nice, but the lyrics are too plain and meaningless."

The old man secretly smiled: "The Lin family is a dude, and it is not easy to be able to compose music and write lyrics. But I am curious, how much better is that Xiaoaojianghu song than this one, full of Jianghu atmosphere, I don't know how he is. written."

Liu Zhengfeng rolled his eyes, he was about to speak, but was slightly taken aback.

I just heard the little monk say, "duckweed in troubled times can't bear to watch the flames burn mountains and rivers."
I am humble but dare not forget to worry about the country even if no one knows me

The people in the audience walk by without seeing the old color
The people on the stage sang a heartbreaking farewell song...'

Liu Zhengfeng's expression changed in an instant: "He really dared to write, but this woman really dared to sing. She...eh, this woman..."

Liu Zhengfeng squinted his eyes and stretched his neck, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt familiar.

(End of this chapter)