Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 1664
Chang Qingyun gave an order, and five or six young servants in green clothes and caps came over with wine jugs to pour wine.Thorpe could see clearly, outside on the verandah, there was an air stove, and tin skewers for warming wine were simmering.It is probably the most popular Jinhua wine among the rich and powerful in the officialdom. The general office has made a lot of special offerings from Jiangnan, and the taste is similar to rice wine.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the shining glass wine bottle on the plate: Guoshi Wushuang.

This kind of baijiu has been widely favored since it was launched: it is not that there is no distilled liquor in the Ming Dynasty, but these liquors are invariably rich in impurities and easy to drink, and are not loved by literati and rich people. Guoshi Wushuang adopted modern baijiu brewing technology, High purity, rich aroma, soft mouthfeel, pure taste, not easy to drink.Coupled with the clear glass wine bottle, it made all the drinkers crazy.As the bureaucrats reciprocated, the popularity quickly rushed out of Guangdong and became a specialty of Guangzhou.Not only is it consumed locally, but it is also exported to the south of the Yangtze River and the capital, and even the homes of the nobles of Houjin in Liaodong have traces of this wine.Although the Guangzhou station has expanded the production capacity of the winery dozens of times, it is still hard to find a single wine in the market.The price on the black market has been more than ten times higher than the original price.

Just a rough look, there are more than a dozen bottles of "National Warriors" on the table, and it seems that there are still some in the corridor. The governor's yamen is really generous, and it is worthy of a party with eight seats!
"Come here, please drink." Chang Qingyun entertained warmly, and Thorpe and the others were wary, so they didn't dare to drink too much, so they just tasted it.Thorpe was afraid that his language would be flawed, so he refused to speak too much.Seeing that the atmosphere was dull, Chang Qingyun winked.On the side, a Qing guest named Mei Lun, who was specially used to make fun of the Governor's Mansion, understood his understanding, and immediately got up and laughed:
"It's no fun to sit and eat wine." He was very straightforward, rolled up his arms and sleeves to pour wine for everyone, and said with a smile: "Why don't you listen to some new tunes..."

Immediately ordered: "Singers come up!"

At that moment, two singers came in from the corridor.They are all young children of fifteen or sixteen years old, born with beautiful makeup and jade.When he came in, he knelt down and kowtowed, and stood aside with his legs crossed.Mei Lun said with a smile: "Today, there are distinguished guests from Nanjing here, and you will sing the tunes you are good at first."

The two youngest children responded quickly, one played the piano and the other played the pipa, and sang a set of tunes first.Although Thorpe can now understand Nanjing Mandarin, the rhyme of this piece is not the Jianghuai Mandarin, nor the rhyme of modern Cantonese opera or Kunshan dialect.On the contrary, Lin Ming and Xie Peng listened intently. Judging from the reactions of everyone present, they probably sang well.

After the song was sung, everyone applauded, Mei Lun smiled and said: "Sure enough." He gave them a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus tea that was left on the table:

"Let's drink it, and then choose the tunes you are familiar with to serve you masters."

The two agreed, drank the tea in the cup, wiped their mouths with a handkerchief, played the pipa again, and sang a set of "Hillside Sheep". Everyone present applauded, and the atmosphere became a little lively.Thorpe didn't know what was wrong, so he kept silent.Chang Qingyun saw it in his eyes, and he already understood seven or eight points in his heart.

"This is really a rare stunner in the world." An old man looked at the two song boys with fascination, "It's true that songs can crack rocks..."

"How do you know their beauty. These two children were bought by General Fei Huang from Fujian to serve adults," Chang Qingyun said with a smile. It was actually killed by the Kun thief."

Speaking of the word Kun thief, although Thorpe acted nonchalantly, he showed a focused expression on his face, Chang Qingyun nodded slightly, that's it!

A guest next to him smiled and said, "What's so good about it? Mr. Mei, please tell me."

But Mei Lun said: "The Buddha said: Don't say it, don't say it. Just now Mr. Xianhe's so-called beauty, you just think about it yourself..."

Everyone at the table laughed, and Thorpe was very confused, not knowing what was funny.

Although Mr. Xianhe has gray beard and hair, he is very active, he smiled and said: "Drinking is boring, I think this 'beauty' of Mr. Mei is a good match, let's make a match to cheer up!"

"You are so right," a screener squinted at the two song boys, "Xianggu is."

As soon as the words fell, the whole audience burst into laughter, the two song boys also blushed, pretending to be angry and said: "Masters are always making fun of the younger ones." As they spoke, they came over and led the long-sleeved Shu Xian to pour wine cloths for the guests one by one. The dishes, the accompanying guests are all active now, some are salivating and laughing with the song boys, some are simply fumbling with their hands, and some are simply hugging them in their arms and insisting on a "skin cup" ... The little ones are also skilled in tricks, smiling to please those who act coquettishly and persuade them to drink, and some simply sit in their arms, pulling their beards and ears to drink.For a while, there was a lot of laughter and laughter.Thorpe didn't dare to drink too much from a glass, but only took a sip of wine to accompany him.

Because Lin Ming had gold sores, he didn't eat alcohol, he only drank tea and picked light dishes to eat.Seeing that Mr. Xianhe is holding Xiaoyao'er, he knows that he must have the habit of cutting sleeves, so he just smiles.But seeing Xiao Yao'er swaying three times at one step, twisting his waist and coming over to toast Thorpe, afraid that the chief would turn his face in public and it would be difficult to deal with it, so he whispered: "It's just a false response, don't pretend."

Thorpe nodded slightly, the youngest boy came to Thorpe, held the wine in a handkerchief and brought it to Thorpe's mouth, and said softly: "Suoye Suoye...you are the host and guest today, you have to limit your amount and drink a few more glasses ..." Thorpe saw that he was slender and charming, he was more feminine than a woman, bursts of fragrance came, although he knew it was a man, he couldn't help but drank the wine.

I drank it, but it tasted like eating a fly.

Melen was joking while looking at Thorpe, the host and guest, but the other party looked impatient, with contempt in his eyes--obviously, Master Suo is not interested in this pair of "things", and making too much noise would be boring.Just at this time the chef came to present the main course, and immediately took a plate of white flour steamed pancakes, a plate of crystal goose, a plate of bad fish sticks, and a bowl of sour bamboo shoots and shrimp ball soup from the table, and rewarded Xiao Yaoer to eat.The two kowtowed their heads in thanks, went out with a plate, and ate on their knees in the porch.

Mei Lun clapped her hands: "Yun Dang, why don't you come out to serve?"

Following the call, a woman entered the curtain with a manly voice. When everyone was watching, they saw Yun Dang wearing a pink gauze shirt and a dark green watery skirt. There were black clouds and crows, and her blue hair curled up in two curving lines. Liu Yan's eyebrows were slightly frowned in the space, looking around in sorrow or joy, everyone's spirits were refreshed.Chang Qingyun couldn't help praising loudly: "What a peach blossom with a human face, and like a lotus in water!" That Yundang smiled sweetly at Lin Ming, almost fascinating Lin Ming's three ghosts and seven spirits.Just listen to her singing:

"Magnolia fell, the wind and rain suddenly reminded, the courtyard is chic. Spring is long, the music is lazily played, and the wine is lazily prepared. Farewell to the Ying and Xie Yan, ten years of dreaming of the brothel, lazy to follow the catkins still lingering. It is difficult to find old friends, Tuolin Rewrite the heart. Fairy, remembering that we have joined hands, beside the grass fence, under the flower curtain. Seeing the potter's wheel turn low, the swing is high. Today, even if there is a round fan and a light shirt, who is more like a horse. Looking back at the evening The mountains are green, and the sorrow of separation comes again."

Looking at Tingting's dancing posture, Lin Ming felt as if he was in a fairyland. He couldn't help but said, "Ten years into the Yangzhou dream, I won the honor of being a brothel."

Chang Qingyun said with a smile: "I went to Jinling last year, and my teacher and friend visited Qinhuai, and the kabuki sang it impromptu. Although it was written by Mr. Ji Di (Gao Qi), when it was sung a hundred years later, it was still an old dream of Qinhuai. What?" He said, seeming to be emotional.

After a dance, Yun Dang bowed her knees and said a blessing, and was about to retreat, Chang Qingyun said: "I heard that you practiced a few new pieces of music, this master Suo is a distinguished guest, please sing a few." Listen."

"Yes, the slave girl knows." He ordered someone to fetch the pipa, sat on the embroidered pier, played it a few times, and sang:
Xiao Tao tried Luo Chang under the branch,
Butterfly powder bucket fragrance.

The moon grinds the fragrant grass,

Half of the face is full of red makeup.

Her singing voice was melodious, crisp and soft, charming yet vigorous, her singing voice lingered endlessly, and all the guests at the banquet were fascinated by it.While playing the pipa, Yun Dang waved her hands and watched her off and sang:
The wind is warm, the sun is long, and the willows are hanging down.

A pair of dancing swallows, thousands of flying flowers, the setting sun all over the ground.

After singing a song, Mr. Xianhe said with a smile: "This poem is really romantic and beautiful. It is the only one that has been born in the sky after the Southern Tang Dynasty. It is unexpected that Mr. Maozhong (Chen Zilong) wrote the poem so lingeringly. The charm is natural. It's really strange!"

Thorpe didn't know who Mr. Maozhong was, but the word sounded like an ordinary lyrical song, so what's so strange about it?While thinking about it, someone said: "Mr. Maozhong's poems are not quite the same, they are like two different people. Recently, a student just got a new work by him..." After finishing speaking, he recited:
Immortals are lonely for a long time, and Wenyuan is desolate and ancient hills.The Han style used to be called the North, and the Chu style is now all over the South.Can Cheng Yale Zhang Yaohai?And there are still micro-cis and operas in Yulou.I hate dry sentences in the world, cut the clouds and cut the moon to draw three autumns.

Everyone nodded in praise, but Thorpe couldn't hear the beauty, so he continued to sit with a blank expression on his face.Everyone at the banquet became interested, and they all talked about poetry with great enthusiasm.

……

"The most difficult part of writing lyrics is the close style. If it should be flat, it should not be flat, if it should be flat, it should not be flat. If one loses its stickiness, it will be hard to pronounce when you read it. How can you afford to lose this person?"

"You can be wrong here: there are both flat and oblique in the poem. Lu Fangweng's "burning ashes and removing vegetables", the word "locust" uses the oblique tone; The word "but" has a flat tone; Li Shanfu's "Huang Zu doesn't pity the parrot guest, Zhigong prefers to appreciate the unicorn", the word "qi" is flat! Han Yu's "Yueyang Tower" poem "the universe is narrow and hampered", the word "hash" Actually pronounced as "visit", Bai Juyi's "Poetry of He Linghu Xianggong" "Ren Fan Road, Yin Yu Gao Yan", the word "fan" is flat again! Li Shangyin's "Shicheng Poem" "Ice will float the pillow, and the curtain will not hide Hook', self-injection'ice, Qusheng'..."

(End of this chapter)