Chapter 35 Please drink

In the eyes of everyone, she could not cover her face all the time.

After a while, Xue Chongxun finally saw what he looked like...

His feelings suddenly became a little surprised.

It's not amazing. Originally, under the halo of fame such as the 24th Floor Courtesan, the expectations for Xue Chongxun were high enough. It's hard to be amazing with this kind of mental preparation; of course it's not disappointing. Although she is gentle, her light and beautiful temperament is very contagious.

So it was an accident.Before the incident, Xue Chongxun heard that she had such a great reputation and thought she would be a very arrogant woman, but in fact she still had a hint of shyness and reserve on her face, and she was not proud at all.

After a while, Xue Chongxun understood that no matter how famous a singer is, he must win the public's love. No wonder many famous prostitutes have a sad story that makes people feel sympathetic; it is impossible to compare with the unscrupulous arrogance of the princess, their capital comes from their origins.

The non-smoke walked slowly with light steps.

She is like a painting of ink and wash, expressing the freshness and elegance of praise from literati to the extreme. At first glance, she can smell the fragrance of ink and feel the literary talent.

The bright and clear eyes are not smiling but like a smile, and the melon-shaped face with soft lines is beautiful and fresh; not to mention the figure, it interprets the slim and light type to the peak, and the coordination of each part is just right and natural and smooth.

Her whole body was like walking out of a painting, and her smile, frown, and shaking seemed to be able to hit the aesthetic key of literati and poets.

At this moment, Xue Chongxun felt a little unreal. He thought that Feiyan was more like a painting, a painting full of cultural tastes; or a poem, a erotic poem that expresses people's emotional thoughts.

He just doesn't look like a flesh and blood person, because he is too ethereal and empty.

However, when her eyes shone and she held a tribute to Xue Chongxun, the gentle voice like a yellow oriole made him feel a little vitality.

I don’t want to pay my respects to the Prince of Hedong.Bu Feiyan bent his knees slightly.She finally knew who was the main party tonight.

Xue Chongxun raised the sleeves made of linen and smiled and said: No need to be polite.

Feiyan said softly: What song does the prince want to listen to and what dance does he want to watch?Nowadays, I know more about the people I love to listen to and watch.

Xue Chongxun pondered for a moment, and after thinking about it, he probably had nothing to listen to. He loved to listen to the songs of this era, "Suka Blank", but such songs were not suitable for Feiyan to sing, so he gave up.

He said: I will listen to whatever you like.

At this time, everyone was not polite, and they shouted about the name of the song they wanted to hear. They made a noise and waited for Mr. Song to come forward to preside over the presidency before they became quieter.

Feiyan naturally couldn't take care of it, so he thought of a way to let everyone write poetry. She thought that whoever wrote well would use it as lyrics and sing it.

This method is good. It can not only interact with fans, but also show her musical talent on the spot...

It seems that Feiyan is very skillful in using the method of mobilizing the atmosphere and chasing the singing girls in brothels.

There are quite a lot of literati and poets present. All the children of the family and official figures are short of food and clothing, so they are naturally able to read, read, read, dance and write.

If you have the truth, you will not lose pigs or books if you are poor. If you only have money and don’t move closer to the gentry, you will probably be despised as a nouveau riche. On the contrary, a name with a scholarly family with a great source of great success!

What's more, there are not a shortage of literati of true quality among the crowd. Under such feasts tonight, one or two poems that can be passed down.

Isn’t the “Preface to the Pavilion of Tengwang” born when we invited celebrities to attend the feast?

The former county of Yuzhang, the new prefecture of Hongdu.The star divides Yizhen, and the earth connects Henglu.It is surrounded by three rivers and five lakes, and it controls the barbarians and Jing and leads the Ou and Yue.The world is full of treasures, the dragon light shoots the ruins of the bullfight; the people are outstanding and the land is full of spirits, Xu Ru is under Chen Fan's bed... There are many people in the world who can recite it, and it can be said to be catchy and passed down through the ages.

Everyone in the Fuhua Hall, carved railings and jade-built, was competing for poetry, and the talent was secondary. Most of them wanted to win the favor of non-smoking and attract her attention.

At this time, Xue Chongxun felt the warm atmosphere, but understood the rationality of Wuling's young competing for the head and the song of red silk. In such occasions and atmosphere, it is not surprising that it is squandering a lot of money for vanity and competitiveness, etc.

However, no one is fighting for money today, but after fighting for talent, he is a little more elegant.

Soon, the song "Travel to Luoyang" by the young master of the Liu family was recognized by Feiyan, so she improvised and sang while singing, which attracted cheers. At the same time, the young master of the Liu family also had a bright face, and his red face was extremely happy.

The Ci Er Xue Chongxun didn’t understand it very well. It seemed that there were too many rare lyrics and allusions. He thought that I had received higher education in my previous life, but it was true that I am now a semi-illiterate?

Fortunately, Feiyan's voice is melodious and pleasant, so he can ignore the lyrics, just listen to it as a foreign language song.

As an amateur music lover, Xue Chongxun is very immersed in his face even if he doesn't understand some of the poems.

After the song, many people wrote poems again and rushed to send them to Bu Feiyan to read them. Unexpectedly, she said: It is rumored that the princes of Hedong are both civil and military, and they will not write a poem tonight to let everyone see their talents. When the prince returns to court, we don’t know when we will be lucky to see them.

Xue Chongxun waved his hand and said: I am a so-called soy sauce. Just let the scholars write poems, and it is also very fun to listen to.

Filling soy sauce... Feiyan felt funny when he heard this, and burst out laughing and hurriedly covered his mouth with his sleeves.

She turned and said: The prince once wrote "Farewell". Although the rhythm and rhyme are not in line with the rules, it is a free and easy expression, and the artistic conception is also very high.But the prince wants to refuse tonight. Do you think it’s boring, or are you afraid that I am not qualified to sing your lyrics?

This is something that makes people unable to get out of the way. Xue Chongxun stared at him for a moment: I can’t even understand, stop talking!I've learned a few poems to copy, but now I can't think of it as it suits the situation.

In a dilemma, he hurriedly looked at Wang Changling: "Your Boss" song!

Xue Chongxun felt relieved after he noticed Wang Changling. Hehe, don’t look at the young man’s thinness, Wang Shaowang made a song to scare you to death!Although I am not very good at it, I have talents under my command.

At this time, Wang Changling clasped his fists and said: Please forgive me, lord. Although I love poetry and essays in my spare time, I am not good at feasting words. I did not disturb everyone's mood. Instead, I backfired. I forgive me.

Xue Chongxun didn't understand why Wang Changling refused. What he was telling the truth?Or do you deliberately give me the opportunity to show off?

The people in the hall also gave Xue Chongxun a face and agreed to ask him for a poem, and everyone looked at him with anticipation.

Xue Chongxun was embarrassed: What should I copy?

In the past two years, I have not been thinking about poetry and lyrics. I really don’t think about it for a while. The Tang poems that popped up in my mind are nothing more than the spring sleep, the birds cried everywhere, or the bright moonlight in front of the bed, and it is suspected that it is frost on the ground. However, these poems are singing in the current occasion, and it is really wrong to be a cow and horse.

Xue Chongxun was somewhat vain and didn't want to give the world the image of a warrior and warlord, but what was depressing was that he looked left and right and left and right and found that except for Wang Changling, all his men were military generals...

Zhang Wulang, Bao Cheng, Li Kuiyong, etc., let them write poems?

It would be better to make Li Kui, who could not even write the four words, pretend to be funny!

At this time, Xue Chongxun looked at Yin Ci, who was of some Confucian general temperament. Yin Ci hurriedly said: Although the last general reads and reads more books on military techniques, he is really good at poetry and essays...

He looked at Liu An, the Minister of Revenue, and Liu An also looked over, and the two looked at each other.

Is it true that in the eyes of the world, I am really that tasteless warlord?

At this moment, Mr. Song rescued the scene: The prince has just come from the battlefield, and he will naturally have no leisure before he can calm down. If you don’t smoke, just look at the poems of the Lords first.

Bu Feiyan looked quite disappointed, and did not look at Xue Chongxun at all, but said to Song Gong: Yes.

Mr. Song picked up the wine glass and said something to Xue Chongxun to persuade him to drink... Xue Chongxun suddenly thought of: "To Become a Drink"!Haha, isn't it quite appropriate?

The Nuer in the hall was already collecting new poems from many poets with a plate. At this moment, Xue Chongxun said: Song Gong advised him to drink, so how about I put this on the topic?

ha!The prince finally gave his face and listened attentively.

Song Duke was overjoyed.

Although the embarrassment just now concealed the past, it made the King of Hedong look a little bit dull. If he really wrote a poem, whether it was good or bad, just a flattery could make him happier.

When I heard that Xue Chongxun wanted to write a poem, all the young men in the hall looked at him sideways. Although everyone was saying good things, some people wanted to show that they were stealing the limelight by Xue Chongxun. They were secretly unhappy in their hearts, just waiting for his jokes.

Feiyan said with a smile: Please give me a poem.

It can be seen that she doesn’t have much hope. She sings it as long as it is a poem. Finally, she gives people a face.

Xue Chongxun didn't say much. After recalling for a while, he found that he could still memorize it. Fortunately, the sentences of this poem were simple and catchy, otherwise he wouldn't remember them completely.

Seeing Xue Chongxun silent and looking meditating, everyone knew that he was brewing emotions and thinking about the poems, he gradually became quiet. Let's listen.

After recalling the memories, Xue Chongxun raised his head and spoke loudly with a deep look: Don’t you see... The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flowing to the sea and never returns.

good!Mr. Song immediately praised, the beginning was magnificent, and it was true that only the prince’s mind could illuminate this kind of artistic conception!

Xue Chongxun's expression showed a faint sadness and said: Don't you see... The mirror in the high hall is sad and griefed, and the morning is like blue hair and the evening turns into snow!

Bu Feiyan's smiling eyes suddenly disappeared without a smile. He looked at Xue Chongxun's dark face in shock. At this moment, he was wearing a suitable old linen robe, as if he was not a prince, but a real poet who was worried about the country and the people!

Xue Chongxun's tone suddenly changed, and he stroked his long sleeves and became a chic demeanor. He must have fun in his life. Don't let the golden cup face the moon empty...