River Tuluo Xian

Chapter 198

On the flower boat, behind the screen, three chrysanthemums are put into the teacup.

The maid smelled the fragrance of tea and listened to the melody of Gejiang, and she was overjoyed: "Miss, this young master's melody is indeed very good."

Beside her, a skinny beauty looked at herself in the mirror, holding red paper lips and licking her lips.

She also agrees: "The technique is really good."

The maid said with a smile: "Miss, are you going to pick up this young master tonight? Mr. Zhang is known as [Northern talent] and is as famous as Shen Feibai. After this spring, he will definitely be like that dragon gate leaping carp." , It’s too expensive. If Miss’s first night is given to him, it will be considered a good talk for a while.”

Qingshuang: "Wait a little longer, don't worry."

But the maid worried for her and said: "Miss, don't delay any longer. In the past, who was the oiran like you? How many princes from aristocratic families spent thousands of gold and wanted to see you, but you would not. For this matter, mother, But heartbroken.

If you continue to be reserved today, I am afraid that your mother will go to that extreme and promise you to the horse boss. "

Qingshuang: "She's just trying to scare me. If I'm in a hurry, I'll just find a random man and dirty this body. Let's see if she regrets it or not."

The maid sighed: "Miss, why are you doing this? Our background is destined to be rare and cherished for the rest of our lives. It would be great if we could promise this innocent body to someone we love. But how can we get this identity?" Others really like it? I heard from my mother that most men have one thing on the outside and another on the inside, not to mention a man's mouth is a deceitful ghost. Instead of giving this innocent body to others casually, it is better to give this man a good reputation My young gentleman. In my opinion, this Mr. Yuebin is very good."

Qingshuang put down the flower piece, poked her white finger on the maid's head: "You, I think you are Sichun."

The maid was not shy, instead she straightened her body and said, "I'm not young anymore, especially miss, you are already eighteen, if you don't make a plan in the past two years, after twenty, you won't suffer so much A lot of men are chasing after him."

Sunny frost is calm and silent,

She naturally knows that the golden age of a Qing Dynasty official is sixteen to nineteen.After twenty, it is considered too big.

After all, this line of work is also made by talented people from generation to generation.

The latecomers have the same level of beauty and younger body, so they will naturally be more loved and sought after by the majority of men.

Therefore, among the previous oirans, which one did not try their best to earn enough money during the golden age?

But Qingshuang was lucky. Although she was praised as the oiran, she never cooperated with the activities.

In the past, when scholars presented poems, she criticized them without mercy.

This made many arty people dislike her very much.

She didn't want to participate in tonight's event.

But Yanyu Pavilion's mother said that if she didn't put up this card again, she would sell her to the horse boss no matter what.

Thinking of the old and ugly boss Ma, Qingshuang finally agreed to participate in this activity.

This time, Yanyu Pavilion's mother was willing to let her participate. In fact, what she valued at the beginning was the reputation of the talented Zhang Yuebin from the North.

Whether the oiran is popular or not, the degree of topicality is extremely important.

She Qingshuang is not the only one of the famous Qing people in such a big capital city.

If he can have a relationship with Zhang Yuebin, a talented scholar from the north, then all boats will rise with the tide, and his worth will double.

Qingshuang smiled faintly: "So what if you made a plan? What if you didn't make a plan? It just doesn't matter if you come naked and go naked again."

Maid: "Miss, it's not good to think like this, it's not good to be world-weary."

Qingshuang: "It's not world-weary, I just feel that there is nothing in this world worth curiosity and yearning for."

The maid sighed again, she had been with Qingshuang for a few years, and she knew that Qingshuang was like this just because of her mediocre mentality.

After this piece of Yue Bin's performance, Qingshuang's attitude is so flat, I am afraid that the topic that was brewing tonight will fall through again.

"After Mr. Zhang, no one dared to succeed. It can be seen that other people also know that Qu Gao is a widow, and they dare not make a fool of themselves."

Zhang Yuebin's technique is top-notch, and he also plays the famous song "Guangling San". With such a gem in front, it is extremely difficult for others not to mention surpassing him, even if they want to be equal to him.

But at this moment,

In the candlelight on the opposite side, Jiang Ling borrowed an ancient xun and came to the door to play.

Seeing this, the maid on the flower boat exclaimed in surprise: "Miss, look, there is a brave guy here, Mr. Zhang Zhuyu is in front, and this person dares to present a song, but it is a bit interesting."

Qingshuang didn't look at it, but just took a pen and drew eyebrows with herself.

The night is as dark as water, and the moon is as bright as a mirror, shining in the water, dangling.

In the square on the other side, the sound of playing suddenly sounded, the ancient xun was melodious, but it was playing an unfamiliar tune.

As soon as the song started, there was a lot of sighs.

But when the nine tones were raised lightly, as if entering the clouds, all the people present fell silent.

After listening to the first paragraph, the maid couldn't help saying, "Miss, this song is so weird."

But seeing the paintbrush in Qingshuang's hand suddenly fall to the ground, she stretched out her jade finger to cover the maid's lips, beckoning her to keep silent.

Jiangling half leaned against the gate wall and played with his eyes closed. The song he played was the swan song of the Xunsheng - "The Original Scenery of Hometown".

This song has a very high play rate in later generations, even in the world.Good music, regardless of national boundaries, regardless of race, can hear the beauty of it.

The mainstream music of this era is still based on the five tones and six rhythms, with the five tones of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu as the main ones.

But this song "Original Scenery of Hometown" has a sense of breaking the stereotypes and being detached to the ears of people in this era.

It makes people intoxicated, and their thoughts are far away.

The melodious tune seems to bring people's consciousness into a vast grassland involuntarily.

Here is the setting sun of the Yellow River and the flowing water of the hometown.

The memories of the past are reflected in the water, and the scenes are connected, vividly.

Either joy, or sorrow...

The performer has no intention, but the listener has intention.

Where there was a low cry, several people quietly wiped their tears.

When the song is over,
In the hall, there was silence.

After a few breaths, someone shouted loudly: "Okay, okay, this song is to make people feel like listening to fairy music. Good!"

Those who praise are naturally from the southern camp.

Although the northern camp neither praised nor belittled.

Zhang Yuebin also only nodded and smiled, without saying a word.

Zhu Xiaolian admired Jiang Ling's ability to play the xun, because he could be regarded as a fellow in terms of rhythm.

But Meng Longtan stroked his chin and thought for a while: "Brother Jiang, this song is really wonderful, and I have never heard such a wonderful song. When I was listening to the song just now, I couldn't help but think of my old mother in my hometown, and I almost cried. However, this song is wonderful, it is not in line with the mainstream five rhythms. I don't know if it will catch the ears of the Qingshuang girl."

Jiang Ling smiled and said nothing,
There's only so much he can help.As for whether to win or lose, it depends on God's will.

At least, after he blew this song, no one laughed at the fact that there was no one in the southern camp to fight.

Then, another moment.

No matter whether it is north or south, no one will play it again.

After beating the gong here, one person got off the flower boat on the other side, holding a bamboo raft and holding a lantern.

The students' eyes brightened for a moment,
Someone said: "Miss Qingshuang's maid is here. It should be the result of the outcome. It depends on who can get Miss Qingshuang's favor tonight."

(End of this chapter)