Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 375

Although it is a bit xenophobic, but before the time travel, Song Qingshu really liked Li Zhenxian's fan dance song "Wow", which was later sung by Zheng Xiuwen as "Eyebrow Dance". Flying up and down, as well as the rapid movement, it is not enough to attract human feelings and hum a few words along with it.

However, there is no sound system these days, and the voice of singing alone is too low, especially in such a vast open-air environment, and there are so many audiences, so Yu'er is the main team, and the rest of the girls are singing in chorus, which is absolutely different from this era That kind of singing and dancing, following the rhythm of the beat, the people below were stunned for a while.

Especially for the lyrics, Song Qingshu didn't have much talent for writing lyrics, so he didn't change much, and took most of the song "Beautiful Eyebrows" that he had hummed for half of his junior high school days.

The songs of this era are all played by the gentry, they emphasize subtlety, and they are resentful like a woman who has been complaining for thousands of years. This kind of slightly deformed aesthetics is like a woman binding her feet. Song Qingshu can adapt to it no matter what. No, but most of the popular songs of later generations emphasize the tension, publicity, and singing outright, especially the love songs, which blatantly proclaim love, love, and there are a few songs that are sung even if they have learned some intercourse skills. Yu'er, Qiaoyan and the others are all blushing. To be honest, Song Qingshu himself doesn't know whether people in this era can accept it.

This concert is not cheap. It is the cheapest to invite some "stars" from Yu'er. Playing the violin, imitation piano and guitar, and musician training can cost tens of thousands of taels of silver. The reason why the backstage is so bright is that it is burning Fortunately, at the end of this year, "Heavenly Creation of Things" was published on the market. It was written by Song Yingxing, a scholar of Song Qing Dynasty. It contains clear methods for refining magnesium and zinc. Otherwise, it would not be possible to get such a block of magnesium to burn for lighting. Every minute is called burning silver.

Even if you have prepared for the worst, if you are not popular, you can treat yourself as a concert, but Song Qingshu is still very concerned about whether people in this era will accept it or not.

The situation didn't seem so optimistic. On the stage, Yu'er was singing hard, and the girls were dancing hard, but there seemed to be no reaction at all. Even the nurses from her factory seemed indifferent. , look at it.

A group of guys who don't understand appreciation!Song Qingshu crossed his arms in depression, but after a while, a soft humming sounded in his ears, and when Song Qingshu turned his head, Caiwei's cheeks flushed immediately, as if she had been caught for doing something bad The little brain made Song Qingshu hold her little hand with a wretched smile.

The situation is getting better and better, more and more people are humming softly, and when the loop reaches the second paragraph with joy, there are even fans who don't know whether they are real fans or fake fans and wave their hands. In the intense melody, At the end of the first song, the whole scene couldn't be restrained. Tens of thousands of workers, including the citizens of Yingtian who were behind the scene, applauded and cheered together.

The process of art is the same as the times. As the pace of life becomes faster and faster, it will become faster and faster. For example, Daya music, which was so slow in the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, has long been unacceptable to people today, and the more it can be accepted by the public. The more straightforward and easy to accept, like the twists and turns of the classical Chinese in the drama, many old men can't understand it at all, it can only be the art of scholars, not the art of the masses.

"One more! One more!"

Song Qingshu is no longer a handsome man, he took the lead in booing, and tens of thousands of people booed together, which made Yu'er and other girls who were on stage for the first time feel a little stage fright. Fortunately, at this time, the whole stage suddenly went dark again. When it came down, the pitch black made the boiling crowd feel a little overwhelmed, until a few seconds later, the Qinhuai Orchestra, who changed into a dance costume and a different background, appeared in front of the crowd again.

Unlike the usual shy little girl, waving her long sleeves full of bright colors, Yu'er once again ran hotly at the front, cheering to the audience.

"The next song "Eyebrow Dance" is brought to you, I hope you will like it!"

Amidst the cheers of the audience again, the thirteen girls arranged in the second dance formation according to the order of rehearsal.

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What is it like to hold a concert in the Ming Dynasty?No less than the madness of the later generations, and even more so, the huge sound waves attracted all the beasts in clothes looking for fun in the painting boat.

"How can you dress like this? The girls are so shameless, it's too indecent to show their faces in public!"

An old pedant looked behind for a long time, and then hummed cynically, if he hadn't scolded, he would have held back the green wrist of a Qinhuai Beiqu girl who was old enough to be his granddaughter, and returned the other hand. Looking into his arms, the dozen or so melon-eating people around him almost believed it.

There was even a slim young man jumping and shouting angrily: "The world is corrupt, and people's hearts are not ancient! This obscene song is simply the sound of subjugation! My brother, please make room, Xiaosheng wants to be closer Distance despise them!"

Some hummed along, some nodded in response to the melody, and some with hip-hop talent couldn't help but twist along. Even Song Qingshu didn't know that this concert also attracted many big bosses.

"Hehe, this Marshal Song is very elegant and generous! This time the miscellaneous family returned to Beijing, and there are some new things to please the emperor!"

The eunuch is also pitiful, other people's family reunion festival, but Cui Si, the eunuch in charge of Nanjing, returned to the capital to report on his duties at this time, and went boating on the Qinhuai River to look at the shore. The eunuch Jiao Dalin bowed respectfully.

"Grandpa Mingjian."

Coincidentally, this one was actually Qian Qianyi when he was released from the capital prison and returned to Jiangnan. He was a romantic celebrity. A lot of people from Jiangnan set up a table for him at the Qinhuai River. Listen now This shocking song and dance also came out.

"This song is very special. It's just that the words are too white and too straightforward. It doesn't show the slightest connotation. This should not be written by Ruan Dacheng. But why does this song feel so catchy?"

Squeezing his beard, Qian Qianyi shook his head in a strange way, listening to Zhang Pu, Zhang Cai and his brothers showed disdain together.

"Master Qian, he, Mr. Song, is just a vulgar martial artist. Can he appreciate what is called elegance? Let him bathe in the monkeys and get crowned, and go grandstanding. Let's go back and listen to the music!"

"In order to welcome you back this time, Liu Rushi and everyone have prepared a lot!"

There were also some celebrities who couldn't help but listened from a distance outside the boat, but Qian Qianyi had already been dragged back to the boat by Brother Zhang Pu and others, and they had just entered when a disdainful snort sounded on the railing of the boat .

"Hmph, the dignified leader of the Fushe Society is only a short-sighted person, but this Marshal Song played it cleverly. In the future, you will suffer a loss and regret it!"

Not many people dared to make such a public comment on Zhang Pu. Hearing the frivolous snort, several Jiangnan scholars next to him couldn't help turning their heads away, and then someone screamed again.

"It's actually Zhang Cangshui from West Lake!"

In the eyes of astonishment, the thin scholar disembarked as if no one else was there, and rushed towards the lively concert.

This concert lasted until midnight, even in Daming, which already has a nightlife, it is not common, especially those who followed the pleasure-seeking were not those drunken scholar-bureaucrats, but those poor people who carried the burden of life one by one, Until Yu'er officially announced the end of the show, there were still many people wandering there reluctantly.

This night was really amazing. With three dark circles under their eyes, the three girls from Song Qingshu's family also looked reluctant to part with it. It was so rare that Caiwei even spoke, pulling Song Qingshu's sleeves, and begged coquettishly: "Sir, why don't you wait?" Yu'er and the others should go back in the carriage together, our carriage is very big, we can still squeeze it together."

"Be good, be obedient, you go back first, you can see Yu'er tomorrow, there are still some messes here that need to be cleaned up, be good, go back and wait for me!"

More than just some messes, many crazy fans rushed to the side of the stage, wanting to have a close contact with tonight's stars. Fortunately, Song Qingshu had seen the crazy fans of later generations, and dispatched hundreds of soldiers from the Third Gezuo Division in advance to do it. The security guards isolated the crowd, but looking at the appearance of those big bosses looking directly at the backstage, they seemed unreliable. They comforted the three Caiwei girls in a funny way, and fooled the reluctant Caiwei Xiaojiao into the carriage , Song Qingshu himself also eagerly walked through the crowd.

"Keep the formation, no one is allowed to break in!"

After yelling an order, Song Qingshu went straight along the stage.

In the back, it was also busy being dismantled. Magnesium lamps made of metal, and musical instruments, all of which were money, were being loaded into the carriage one by one. In the changing room, some hoarse but extremely excited chatter could be heard Zhaza sound.

"Wow, it's so lively today, Qionger, did you see that there is a handsome young man who wants to send me flowers!"

"That's right! I used to think that it would be disgraceful for the commander-in-chief to show us in public, but I didn't expect it to be so beautiful! And the commander-in-chief has been watching us all the time today!"

"There is a handsome man on the left and a handsome man on the right, Yu'er, don't you like the handsome man?"

"Nonsense, the handsome is our benefactor, I, how dare I..."

"Oh, Yu'er is blushing!"

Amidst the sound of playfulness, the curtain of the dressing room was suddenly pulled open, and the girls who had just changed were all jumped up in shock, but immediately lined up timidly and bowed respectfully.

"Big guy!"

Just now I was joking about Song Qingshu, Yu'er, Qiaoyan, and Yingying were beating wildly with anxiety. After all, Song Qingshu is still their master and can control their fate. Happy.

After entering the dressing room, Song Qingshu was also a little dazed. Although the girls had all changed their clothes, the three-hour concert this night was considered a lot of physical labor. Even if it was New Year's Eve, these thirteen girls still It was sweating profusely, the hair was wet, the face was covered with this layer of oil paint, and the air was filled with a scent of soap scent.

Just when the girls were in a daze, Song Qingshu suddenly stepped forward and hugged Yu'er, then let go when her face turned red like a tomato, then gave Qiaoyan a big hug, and then Yingying , Immediately, he just controlled the excitement in his head, and finally patted Yu'er's shoulder heavily.

"From now on, you will be the stars in everyone's eyes, not only this Ying Tianfu, you will also become the stars of the whole China, even the whole world!"

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Seeing Song Qingshu's excited appearance, Yu'er also showed a sweet smile on her flushed face...

(End of this chapter)