Eastern Jin Dynasty: Starting from the son of the refugee commander who returned from the north

Chapter 15 About My Dad May Be a Traveler
"I don't know about this."

"There are so many things you don't know."

The sentence in the curtain seems to have other deep meanings.

"What does this mean?"

"Drink another bottle of wine." Song Yi didn't answer Zhao Yue directly, but asked Zhao Yue to drink another bottle.

Seeing a bottle full of wine in front of him, Zhao Yue was stunned for a moment, and he realized that perhaps Song Yi in front of him wanted to get him drunk.

As for what to do when drunk.
It doesn't seem too hard to imagine
I heard that Song Yi is only in his 20s. Although he is more than ten years older than him, it doesn't seem to matter.

That kid Zhao Sheng started to look after girls when he was one year younger than him, why can't I, Zhao Yue?

Still a famous talent.
Uh~ what am I thinking?

Zhao Yue shook his head vigorously. After drinking the bottle of wine in front of him, he was already a little drunk. The reputation of being drunk as a beauty is not in vain.

Can't drink anymore.

Zhao Yue bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the tingling sensation on the tip of his tongue made him sober up a lot.

"Your Excellency, my guest today is not drinking, but breaking into a building. Please ask questions!"

Breaking into a building?

"Ruan Fu can't even pass this building, you kid, do you think you can pass? If I didn't want to talk to you a few more words, I would have kicked you out earlier."

"Please ask questions."

Over and over, let’s talk about it after doing it!
There was silence in the curtain for a long time, I don't know what Song Yi was thinking, but after a long time, her voice finally came.

"Have you and your father learned strange words?"

"Strange word?"

Zhao Yue was taken aback for a moment.

"What is a strange word?"

The beauty in the curtain was a little disappointed, and said: "The formats are different, but they are catchy and can be sung."

Odd word?

Why does it sound like Song Ci?
Logically speaking, the current mainstream is five-character poetry, and seven-character poetry has only recently emerged, and it has not yet become mainstream. It must be the Tang Dynasty for seven-character poetry to become mainstream.

This Song Ci appeared in the two Jin Dynasties, it sounds
Why is it so strange?

"What? Your father didn't teach you? Just now I heard people outside say that you are quite talented in poetry and have extraordinary calligraphy. He must have valued your studies very much. Since you have taught this poem and prose, why haven't you taught strange words? "

Song Yi's tone became a little unkind.

Zhao Yue wanted to say that, in fact, he had been leading troops outside to fight, so he had no time to teach him.

"Your Excellency may wish to say a song, let me see if my father has taught me?"

There was a long silence in the curtain, and finally spit out the word "good".

clang clang ~
Song Yi was playing the qin in the curtain, and the music started immediately. Along with the sound of the qin, there was also her clear voice like a lark. There was sorrow in the temptation, and there was a bit of concubine in the sorrow .

"A thousand trees are blooming at night in the east wind. It blows even more, and the stars are like rain. The carves of BMWs fill the road. The sound of the phoenix flute, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night."

Those beautiful notes flowed slowly from the strings.Sometimes it is high-pitched and impassioned, like the sea hitting the shore at high tide; sometimes it is euphemistic and low-key, like an old loving mother calling for a long-lost child; sometimes it is clear and thin, like a gentle breeze blowing through a green bamboo forest; The worried gazes and occasional sighs of the wife returning from her husband...

This voice is so beautiful, this piano sound is so wonderful.

So much so that Zhao Yue's mind was also attracted.

Humph~
It's not over yet!
"Moth's snow willow golden thread. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. When I look back, the man is there, where the lights are dim."

If it is said that the upper tower is a torrential rain and the wind, the lower tower is a shocking wave hitting the shore.

wonderful!
Wonderful!

Zhao Yue couldn't help but applaud!
In Song Yi's mouth and hands, Xin Qiji's "Sapphire Case·Yuanxi" fully bloomed its emotions.

I'm afraid even if Xin Qiji himself came, he would only applaud!
but
Why is something wrong?
Zhao Yue opened his closed eyes.

correct!

It is now AD 326, the Eastern Jin Dynasty!

This Xin Qiji belongs to the Southern Song Dynasty, and the difference between the Southern Song Dynasty and the Eastern Jin Dynasty is more than 1000 years!

Not right!Very wrong!
"Who wrote this strange word?"

"Huh~"

Song Yi in the pink curtain let out a light snort, and said with some puzzlement: "This is written by your father, and it was given to me during the banquet that day. You don't know?"

what?
Zhao Yue was stunned.

"This is impossible!"

My father is obviously a person from the two Jin Dynasties, how could he know Xin Qiji's Fu?
impossible!
This is absolutely impossible! !
"How is this impossible? Your father is talented, otherwise, how dare the Zhao family in Tianshui call it the home of scriptures and poems?"

You say that you are a family of classics and poems, and you have to be capable.

Of the Zhao family in Tianshui, Zhao Xun was the only person who traveled south. If his talent and learning were not recognized by those returning from the north, how could the Zhao family of Tianshui gain its reputation?

"I mean this word, it's impossible."

Before Zhao Yue finished his sentence, he knew that he was talking too much.

The fact that my father might also be a time traveler shocked Zhao Yue so much that he almost lost his words.

Fortunately, at the last moment, he restrained himself.

"Why is it impossible?"

Song Yan, the beauty in the curtain, frowned slightly.

"I didn't see the poem at home."

"This was given to me by your father. It is normal that there is no collection at home."

wait a minute~
for you?
Zhao Yue frowned slightly, looking at the graceful figure in the pink curtain.

That is
The reason why Song Yi kept him was not because he liked his little piece of fresh meat, but because he was looking at his cheap old bacon.

Good guy!
Sending words to other people's Mei Ji at the banquet, his father Zhao Xun had a lot of fun when he was young!

Reminiscent of the highly alcoholic drink in front of him, Zhao Yue was already convinced of the fact that Zhao Xun was also a time traveler.

"How? Your father can write lyrics, can you?"

meeting?
Naturally it will.

But the ghost knows how many poems his cheap old father Zhao Xun stole. If he stole the same, it would be embarrassing.

Seeing that Zhao Yue was silent for a long time, Song Yi said coldly, "If you can't come up with the strange words I like, you will definitely not be able to get through this second floor."

No wonder Ruan Fu and Zu Daozhong fell to the ground one by one.

Who has the ability to write Song Ci in this era?
"Even if you are Xun Zhaoxun's son, that's the case!"

Call ~
He is bound to win this time when he breaks into the building.

reputation!

He desperately needs fame right now.

Isn't it just writing lyrics?

Am I not?
Do not!
I'm just choosing which one is more suitable.

of course
From the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Yue is just thinking hard and can't come up with strange words.

On the side of the corridor on the third floor, where Song Yi and Zhao Yue didn't pay attention, two small heads poked out at this time.

"Cai'er who heard the news said that Mr. Zhao's young master is very talented, even Uncle Guo praised him, maybe he can really go up to the second floor!"

"Shh."

Sima Xingnan was holding the corner of the white veil skirt with one hand, and the index finger of the other hand was covering the mouth of the maid beside him.

"Besides, they found out."

Sima Xingnan frowned slightly, and said in a whispering voice.

The maid hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands.

"He's very talented? He looks like a small bamboo pole. Even a talented princess doesn't like it. Besides, seeing how he's scratching his head, hey, maybe he's going to make a fool of himself later!" Sima Xing Nan muttered softly.

She looked at Zhao Yue, who was thinking hard, with great interest, just waiting for him to make a fool of himself!

(End of this chapter)