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After seeing those people in front of the stage, Hua Lang and the others were a little surprised. They never expected that Li Rui had invited other people, and these people had different identities and statuses.

Li Rui has a weird temper. He has always made friends based on whether he likes them or not, so he doesn't pay much attention to the status of his friends, as can be seen from these people now.

Seeing Hualang coming, Li Rui pointed to the empty tables and chairs beside him, and said, "That's reserved for you guys, please sit down quickly, the show is about to begin."

There are wine and food on the table, the wine is good wine, the food is good food, the tables and chairs are even more simple, everything here seems to be elegant.

And just as Hualang sat down, the man who looked like a scholar got up and walked in front of Hualang, cupped his hands slightly, and said, "I am very envious of Huagong's literary talents. It is even more so that I admire the five bodies, but now that I am not talented, I want to compete with the young man, I wonder if it is possible?"

As soon as Fang Ying said this, Hua Lang frowned slightly. He didn't expect that Fang Ying would actually come to trouble him. With his brows slightly condensed, Hua Lang squinted at Li Rui, and saw Li Rui looking at them. He laughed, but he didn't say a word.

Presumably this was with Li Rui's permission.

Judging from Fang Ying's demeanor, he should be a well-cultivated person, and judging from his tone, he is also very confident in his talent, so Hua Lang felt that things should be like this, Li Rui invited them These people came to watch the play, and then said their own words. After Fang Ying finished listening, he felt dissatisfied, so he wanted to find an opportunity to challenge himself.

Facing Fang Ying's challenge, Hwarang smiled slightly: "We are all lovers of words, so it's okay to discuss with each other, but I don't know what words Brother Fang wants to write?"

"I usually like hunting historical sites the most. Why don't we make a nostalgic poem?"

Hualang thought for a while, and said: "Okay, I usually go to a lot of places, so let's write a nostalgic poem. Brother Fang, please come first, or should I come first?"

Fang Ying smiled slightly: "You and I are both guests, there is no need to delay, but the playboy is famous, so how about the playboy coming first?"

When she heard that Fang Ying asked Hwarang to come first, Wen Meng was a little unhappy, because she thought that Fang Ying would definitely compare his lyrics with Hwarang, and if Hwarang wrote a song, he would think of another song for comparison. Hwarang is better, so wouldn't Hwarang be at a disadvantage?

Just when Wen Meng was about to refuse, Hua Lang smiled slightly: "Okay, since Brother Fang is willing to let me come first, then I will come first, how about it?"

Seeing that Hualang agreed to write first, the people on the side all looked sideways, but one person was an exception, that person was the red-shirted prostitute who had been sitting upright, she seemed not interested in this poem, or she didn't know it at all. I just disdain these poems written by Hwarang.

Hwarang discovered this at the time, but he didn't care. After all, he knew very well that it is impossible for a person to make everyone in the world like him. It is enough to let the people he likes like him.

After picking up a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp, Hwarang began to chant:

The great river eastward, the waves are exhausted, the eternal lover.

Therefore, to the west of the rampart, the humanity is, the Three Kingdoms Zhou Lang Chibi.

The rocks pierced through the sky, the stormy waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.

Picturesque, a moment how many hero.

After chanting here, Fang Ying's face suddenly changed drastically, while the others stared at Hua Lang with wide-eyed eyes. The woman in the red shirt had put down the wine glass in her hand, and looked at Hua Lang slightly.

As soon as these words came out, people felt an indescribable heroic feeling, so no matter who it was, there was a sense of amazement.

Hwarang knew everyone's reaction, so after stealing his heart, he continued to chant:

Yao Xiang Gong Jin back then, Xiao Qiao married for the first time, majestic.

Lupin and Lun towel, between talking and laughing, disappeared in ashes.

My motherland wanders, loves to laugh at me, be born early.

Life is like a dream, and one is still lingering.

As soon as the song came out, Fang Ying was dumbfounded, and the woman in the red shirt stood up slightly from the chair, as if she felt that it was unreal to sit and listen.

Even when Hualang finished singing, Fang Ying sighed three times in succession. After the three sighs, he bowed slightly to Hualang and said: "Hua Gongzi's words are heroic and tight, and Xiawei deepened the meaning of the words. I am not as good as I am." , this word...doesn't matter!"

After Fang Ying finished speaking, his face was already blushing, and he twitched slightly, turned around and returned to his seat. No matter who it was, he could tell that Fang Ying was very unhappy. It is even more self-defeating, and finally simply stopped doing it.

After Fang Ying returned to his seat, Li Rui laughed and said: "Nephew Hua Xian's poem is really excellent, it can be said to be the best of the poems, the heroic feeling starts from the first sentence, the country is picturesque, how many heroes are there at that time It is even more vocal, the feather fan and the scarf are tied down, and the mast and scull are wiped out during the conversation and laughing. Zhou Gongjin's demeanor can be described as penetrating. The artistic conception has been brought up, good words, good words, as long as this word is one, there will be no words for nostalgia in the future."

Li Rui's last sentence is naturally exaggerated, but this poem is indeed a masterpiece of bold and unrestrained poetry. When Hwarang read it for the first time, he couldn't hide his excitement.

Now Li Rui's praise, other people said yes again and again. Although the woman in red shirt didn't say anything, there was already a look of admiration on her face, and what she said made Hwarang even more interested in her stand up.

After everyone praised, the play started.

Opera is a very old type of opera. Hwarang has never been very fond of opera, so he doesn't know what kind of opera it is. The playing and singing are mixed with stories. Although the plot develops slowly, for people like Li Rui, it is already considered It's a great way to entertain yourself when you're bored.

At the beginning, Hwarang didn't understand the story of the play. After he knew the play had been sung for a long time, he finally realized that what was being staged on the stage was the love story of Tang Minghuang and Yang Yuhuan.

In ancient times, people had strict etiquette, and they were very repulsive to some marriages that did not conform to the etiquette. Of course, the people who repelled were scholars and scholars, but the common people were more outwardly interested in those unforgettable love stories. , So from ancient times to the present, there have been many love stories handed down. Tang Minghuang and Yang Yuhuan are one, Meng Jiangnv is one, Liu Lanzhi and Jiao Zhongqing are one, and so on. .

At this time, the stage was staged to the scene where Tang Minghuang ordered Gao Lishi to give Yang Yuhuan a three-foot white silk with tears. Yang Yuhuan was crying and telling about Saburo's love. When she was happy, Saburo rewarded her with a jade pendant.