The Great Song Dynasty: the First Talented Woman in the Beginning Flickered Through the Ages

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Chapter [-] Handsome Boy?

On the other side of the boat, two people came up. The current one had a snow-white and delicate oval face, a beautiful figure, and a well-cut snow-white ball shirt made him look like jade, suave.

The one who followed behind this young man was a handsome young man with a slender body, also dressed as a scholar.

As soon as the two came in, they attracted most of the attention. For such a handsome son, many people feel ashamed.

at this time...

The young man at the back seemed to be a little nervous: "Master... Master, how can we come here, this is..."

The young man in front smiled and said, "Where is this place? It's just a poetry meeting, don't be so nervous, Yuenu"

Yue Nu said in a low voice, "If the mother-in-law finds out, she must peel off the slave's skin."

The young man laughed and said, "Don't worry, Yuenu, I will bear it for you."

Yue Nu sighed, unable to do anything about this master.

The two found a corner and sat down.

Yang Yi touched his chin. The young man was handsome, with red lips and white teeth. Even he was far behind.

"This person is too white-faced. Damn, I'm envious." Yang Yi pouted, and now he really hopes that the system will give him a reward to increase his appearance. He didn't care much at first, but now he suddenly sees one When someone more handsome than me appeared, I immediately became envious.

There were more and more people on the boat, and the sky outside gradually dimmed.

At this time, a simple and elegant sound of the guqin came from the place that had never been noticed, but was only covered by a curtain of veil.

This sudden sound of the piano, as if possessing a certain magic spell, attracted everyone's thoughts with just one sound.

Gradually, Yunyou's piano sounded.

In this dimly lit hall, the sound of the violin like flowing water, sounded wonderful notes, ticking into every corner.

After the song is over, behind the veil, there is a slender figure, the man said: "Tonight, there are so many talented people gathered together, the slave family is very happy, green clothes, serve tea to all the young masters."

A maid with a delicate face suddenly appeared inside, wearing double hairpins and looking cute, followed by a group of women, carrying tea and snacks.

Yang Yi tsk tsk praised, this Fengming Garden is worthy of the famous gold-selling cave in Bianjing, the beauty of this maid is fascinating, not to mention the green bamboo girl who has never shown up, no wonder the fat man just looked wretched.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the fat man again, and it really looked like a pig brother. The slave girl named Luyi looked at him in disgust, skipped him directly, and served tea to the young boy.

Sure enough, with a high face value, it has an advantage in any era.

Yang Yi looked at the delicate desserts on the table and wondered if he should bring some back to his sister-in-law.

At this moment, the green bamboo girl said again: "You have been sitting for a long time, you must have waited for a long time, why not start now?"

The voice was as crisp and clear as an oriole, with some soft words from Wu Nong, which was somewhat seductive.

Yang Yi smiled, this girl from Qingzhu does not seem to be a simple person, she just covered her face with a veil, played the piano a few times, and sang a few words, so that so many talented scholars in the capital could not forget, and even fantasize about it. Know how to hype.

"Miss Qingzhu was joking, so she told me to wait for the next girl for an hour, and I would like to." The young master said with a sullen expression.

The rest of the others all murmured in agreement.

Qingzhu pursed his lips and smiled, but didn't make any response, just said: "Then you all, listen carefully, the question of the slave family is Yue."

As soon as this remark came out, the people present began to talk about it. There are too many poems about the moon. Let's not say it from afar, just say that when Su Shi's water tune first came out, no one dared to write the words in this area. There will be some comparisons. Although the title is ordinary, it may be difficult to write a color.

Just as everyone was thinking about it, the young man smiled and said, "Henjun is not like Jiang Louyue, from north to south, from north to south, from east to west. Only with each other and inseparable. Heenjun is like Jianglouyue. It's a loss. How long will you be waiting?"

Green Bamboo girl chuckled lightly: "Young master is talented."

Even Yang Yi was a little surprised. He seemed to be a master at coming up with a poem in such a short time.

Everyone in the hall whispered, and they were all amazed by this man's words.

That son's face was a little unsightly, and it was not a good feeling to be robbed of the limelight. He lightly flicked the folding fan, and said softly: "The autumn is half of the mountain pavilion and the waterside pavilion. The two moths only have old frowns. When I get up, I go to the embroidery household. Sometimes there are sparse fireflies. I thank the moon for pity. I can't bear to be round tonight."

"Good words...." Everyone applauded, the poems are not about gorgeous words, but important poems to express thoughts and feelings, and use scenes, things, and things to generate feelings, so that people are moved.

The words of these two people have reached such a state, which makes others feel ashamed.

After that, a few people sang a few more songs, but unfortunately they were mediocre and had no bright spots.

Qingzhu's expression was indifferent, knowing that the harvest tonight is probably these two songs, she whispered: "Everyone..."

"Wait a minute, uh." Yang Yi wiped his mouth after finishing the peach cake in his mouth.

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Chapter [-] No Time, I Don't Know, I Can't Do It

Everyone's eyes were attracted, and they saw a scholar in shabby clothes and a handsome face, with some cake residue on the corner of his mouth.

The young man smiled and said softly: This person is interesting.

Yue Nu said: "Why did you say this, Young Master?"

The young man stroked his hands and said with a smile: Although this scholar is poor, he doesn't have the slightest bit of shabby temperament in his gestures. So many people on this boat are staring at him, but they don't seem to be flustered at all. How can such a calm state of mind be? Can ordinary people have it?