The short video shows the ancient times, and the emperors cried with envy!

Chapter 430 Jay Chou is on the list! Blue and white porcelain? Chrysanthemum stage! The literati of the Northern Song Dynasty were shocked! Appreciation of Li Qingzhao!

"What are they singing about!"

Cheng Chumo and the others sang louder and louder. No matter how lively the banquet was, all the officials could hear it, which made Cheng Yaojin frown.

"This singer is far worse than the previous ones!"

Yuchi Jingde nodded in agreement, "That's right, I can't even hear the lyrics clearly. I don't know what these brats like about this song."

"Can't we find out if we ask tomorrow?"

Qin Qiong waved her hand carelessly, grabbed the wine jar and poured wine down her throat!
"Hey!" Cheng Yaojin shouted, "Old Qin, your body can't handle so much alcohol!"

A few old generals started making trouble.

In the end, Cheng Yaojin hugged the wine jar and leaned against the pillar, and the humming sound in his ears disappeared.

He grinned, "This song is finally over."

After finishing his words, he subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the sky.

[Blue and white porcelain——Jay Chou]

Cheng Yaojin's eyes suddenly widened!
Why is it this guy’s song? !

As soon as the singing started, the literati on the opposite side cheered!
Fang Xuanling looked at the lyrics floating on the sky, stroking her long beard and praised: "These lyrics are really good! After listening to so many songs, this one has the best lyrics!"

"That's right, the prime minister has good eyesight!"

Changsun Wuji couldn't help but sigh, "I thought that later generations would compose in popular vernacular, but I never thought that they could write such wonderful lyrics!"

Listening to these compliments, Cheng Yaojin looked at the sky curtain depressedly and muttered, "But isn't it still hard to hear the singing? It's better to speak in the vernacular!"

"Dad, you don't understand. Although this sounds like unclear enunciation, it has a special charm! It really sounds good!"

Cheng Chumo slipped over and put his hand on Cheng Yaojin's shoulder to recommend.

"Fuck you." Cheng Yaojin said angrily: "Do you mean to say that your father and I don't understand appreciation?"

Cheng Chumo laughed dryly and said, "My son doesn't mean that."

After saying that, he quickly slipped back to his seat.

Li Jing glanced at him and said, "Chu Mo is right. You, a thick old man, really don't understand appreciation."

His voice was neither loud nor quiet, just enough for Cheng Yaojin to hear.

"Hey! Li Jing, you are looking for trouble!" Cheng Yaojin picked up the wine jar and went over to have a drink with him.

["The blue and white strokes outlined by the embryo are thicker and lighter, and the peony painted on the bottle is just like your first makeup~"]

In the small pavilion, a thin scholar was lying on the couch carelessly, and a woman with charming makeup smiled lightly and put the wine glass to his mouth.

Liu Yong took a sip of wine from the beauty's hand and smiled, "Wonderful! What a wonderful word! Using blue and white porcelain as a metaphor for beauty is really ingenious!"

He had never thought of this method before!

The beauty chuckled and approached Liu Yong ambiguously, "Liu Lang, who do you think is more beautiful between me and the beauty in the lyrics?"

Liu Yong laughed loudly and hugged the person into his arms.

"Isn't this about you?"

"You are more beautiful than the peonies on the porcelain vase!"

The beauty laughed angrily, "Your mouth is really sweeter than honey."

"Hahahaha, I just told the truth. Are you not willing to hear the truth?"

Liu Yong coaxed people and looked up at the sky.

["And your beautiful smile is like a bud waiting to bloom, and your beauty is floating away, going to places I can't go~"]

He looked at the lyrics in a daze.

Suddenly he thought of the woman we had parted with in Changting, and felt a little melancholy in his heart.

Since that day, he has never seen each other again.

After careful calculation, that woman can be called his close friend, her name is...

Liu Yong frowned slightly, what's your name? "Liu Lang..." The beauty's ambiguous soft words came to his ears. Liu Yong came back to his senses, smiled and flirted, and forgot about this close friend whose name he couldn't remember.

Forget it, think about it later.

["The banana outside the curtain provoked the shower door knocker and provoked the patina, and I passed by that Jiangnan town and provoked you~"]

"The bananas cause showers, the door knockers cause patina..." Li Qingzhao read it lightly and sighed slightly.

This lyricist writes really well.

She pulled out the collection of poems she had compiled from the bookshelf, which contained poems she had written.

When he turned the page and saw the words that made him more melancholy as he went back, Li Qingzhao looked at the four words "The atrium is filled with gloom" and sighed.

“It’s not as lively as the previous words.”

Basho in the Canopy Song caused the showers by herself, and she indeed filled the atrium with gloom throughout the poem.

Northern Song Dynasty.

"This word is so wonderful!" Yan Shu stared at the lyrics on the sky screen with bright eyes.

This song is named after Blue and White Porcelain, but actually the whole song is about people!
Using blue and white porcelain to talk about people, the description is vivid, touching and pathos!
Even as a lyric, it’s enough!

Thinking like this, Yan Shu quickly spread out the paper, ordered the boy to study the ink, and wrote down the entire lyrics of the song with a pen!
The sky screen changes!
The neon stage disappeared, the exquisitely dressed singer disappeared, and a picture of the Tian family suddenly appeared.

This sudden change attracted many people to look over.

Some of the people who were farming, as well as the sour scholars who disdained this kind of melodious music, all raised their heads curiously.

Has the content been changed?

But it shouldn’t be a hundred songs yet, right?

[In the endless rice fields, the rice is full of ears and the grains are full]

[By the river, one person is pulling a cart, and two people are sitting on the cart, one singing softly and the other playing a musical instrument]

The laughter of children along with the soothing music reached the ears of ancient people from all over time and space.

A line of words appeared in the sky.

[Daoxiang——Jay Chou]

Liu Xiu also raised his head curiously. The fragrance of rice in front of him reminded him of the time when he was farming in the fields.

Although it is hard work, the satisfaction of seeing the rice seedlings grow and producing food is unparalleled.

That’s it, why is it this person’s song again?
Before he could finish his rant, singing started.

["If you complain too much about this world, you will not dare to move forward when you fall. Why do people have to be so fragile and depraved~"]

["Please turn on the TV and watch~"]

Liu Xiu was slightly startled. The lyrics of this song were not as good as the previous one.

But it made him feel touched to the core of his heart.

Although he is now sitting on the throne, he had stumbled along the way and encountered several setbacks.

In fact, if it hadn't been for that meteorite falling from the sky, he might have died long ago.

And after sitting on this dragon chair, he has to be even more vigilant, because he can fall down while sitting on it, and if he falls down, he will be doomed.

Liu Xiu exhaled and relaxed on the dragon chair.

The nerves that had been tense for a long time gradually relaxed with the singing.

Song.

Yue Lei looked at the sky blankly, and suddenly burst into tears.

He ran around, taking every opportunity to rehabilitate his father and brother.

Then there was no way to ask for help, and he was repeatedly frustrated. Just now, he even had the idea of ​​giving up.

It was the emperor who gave the order, and traitorous officials like Qin Hui occupied the court, with no hope of redress.

(End of this chapter)