After wearing the book, Ben Gong lay down all the way to win

Chapter 297 Birthday Banquet Disturbance ([-])

The queen mother took a sip of the longevity chrysanthemum wine, and said lightly: "It's great to have new ideas, but as a queen, she manages the harem with a myriad of threads, so how can she be comprehensive? Concubine Hui, as the niece of the imperial concubine, why don't you think about it?" Thinking of an innovative program for my aunt and mother-in-law to celebrate her birthday?"

Concubine Hui smiled and said, "To tell you the truth, the concubine has prepared a program and wants to dedicate it to the imperial concubine and the emperor."

As she spoke, she clapped her hands lightly twice, and a row of maids came out from the left and right sides, each holding a pot of chrysanthemums, red, yellow, pink, white, purple, and light green. The chrysanthemums were blooming all over the ground, and the fragrance was refreshing.

At the same time, the sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra sounded, and everyone saw a woman holding a black chrysanthemum fan among the chrysanthemum bushes, walking slowly on the silk and bamboo.

She is wearing a simple and elegant moon-white flowing drunken floral dress, with black chrysanthemums embroidered on the white dress, but there are only a few flowers, not complicated and piled up, adding to the elegant appearance, combing the Qingyun bun, and chrysanthemum petals on the hairpin The fringed hosta hairpin with the same pattern is like a chrysanthemum fairy who has been cultivated into a female body among the chrysanthemum bushes.

The cool midsummer wind blew her sleeves, and the black chrysanthemums on the sleeves swayed with the wind, like chrysanthemums fluttering in the wind, making her figure more ethereal.

Complementing her ethereal figure is her voice, which is light and soft, but extremely clear and melodious. Yiyi sang: "The mist is thick and the clouds are worrying about the eternal day, and the auspicious brain burns the golden beast. The festival is Double Ninth Festival, and the jade pillow yarn cabinet , It’s cool in the middle of the night. After Dongli drinks the wine at dusk, there is a dark fragrance filling his sleeves. It’s impossible not to be fascinated, the wind is blowing from the west, and people are thinner than yellow flowers!”

As soon as this girl came out, even though she was covered with a round fan so that people could not see her face clearly, her voice was so melodious and charming that no one in the harem could match Kunshan Yusui and Xianglan Qilu, as long as they were not good-looking Too ugly, as a rival for favor, how can he not change color.

When Jiabi heard this, she immediately showed a look of jealous hatred, and said in a strange way: "What kind of song is she singing, why can't she be overwhelmed, the lines are so bewitching, why can't you understand?"

Several concubines who were fluent in literary and ink couldn't help laughing when they heard this, and the emperor frowned even more.

Linglong smiled and said: "Jia Concubine is from a foreign race, so it's normal for her not to understand the culture of the Central Plains. What she sings is not songs, but lyrics."

Jiabi was stunned: "Ci? Ci is just Ci. Why are you still singing?"

Linglong said: "She sang Song Ci. Song Ci itself was used for singing. The poet also made corresponding lyrics in the process of creation. Because of the age, most of the lyrics of Song Ci were lost in the war. , and only words remain.”

"The song this girl sang is called "Drunken Flower Yin", which is the work of Li Qingzhao, the most talented woman in the ages. In the hands of her husband Zhao Mingcheng, Zhao Mingcheng was overjoyed after seeing it, not only amazed at his wife's unparalleled talent, but also moved by the deep affection expressed in the words."

"It's just that Zhao Mingcheng is a man after all, and his wife is too talented. As a husband, he naturally felt a little embarrassed. So after he received this song "Drunken Flower Yin", he closed his door for three days to thank guests, forgot to eat and sleep, and exhausted his talents to learn and create five songs. Ten poems, and then mixed his wife's "Drunken Flower Yin" into the fifty poems written by himself, and invited his friend Lu Defu to share, hoping to have a song that can surpass his wife's "Drunk Flower Yin."

(End of this chapter)