In the twilight of March when the world is exhausted, looking at the remnants of the tree is undoubtedly an extremely melancholy and sad thing. When the tree is red, it is the spring of the year, the spring flowers are easy to fall, the red face is easy to age, and good things are always short-lived.

After singing the song "Funeral Flower Yin", Wang Cuiqiao held the pipa in his arms, looked at the ruined old peach tree in the courtyard attentively, and unconsciously burst into tears, and the crystal tears slid down the beautiful face, wetting the strings of the pipa like a broken pearl.

"Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age. Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die, and they don't know ......" Wang Cuiqiao whispered softly, letting the tears ripple, completely immersed in sadness and melancholy and unable to help herself, suddenly a layer of flush appeared on her cheeks, covering her chest and spitting out a small mouthful of red blood.

Qiu Yan, the maid who was humming a little song and marching into the yard, was so frightened that she threw away the food box she was carrying, ran over to support Wang Cuiqiao, and cried out: "Miss, don't scare me, why do you vomit blood?" ”

Wang Cuiqiao took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood stains on the corner of her mouth, and said with a soft smile: "It's okay, it's just too involved and overly worried, it's comfortable to spit out a mouthful of blood, don't make a fuss." ”

Qiu Yan's face was pale, Miss often said that if you want to move others, you must first move yourself, so she has seen Miss crying when composing music, and she has also seen Miss giggle when composing music, but it is the first time she vomits blood.

Qiu Yan helped Wang Cuiqiao to walk into the house, and said worriedly: "Miss, why don't we sing this song "Funeral Flower Yin" again, the slave is really afraid that you will vomit blood once you sing it, the blood in this person's body is expensive, how can you withstand the constant vomiting, spitting and spitting, this person will be gone." ”

Wang Cuiqiao couldn't help laughing and said: "Then it's so easy to vomit blood, I'm just too involved today, and then I see the peach tree that is about to be red, which touches the scene and touches the heart." ”

Qiu Yan helped Wang Cuiqiao to sit down on a chair, poured another cup of hot water and handed it over, and said angrily: "Lord Xu is really, why write a poem that is so easy to hurt people, this is obviously harmful." ”

Wang Cuiqiao stretched out her finger and poked Qiu Yan's forehead lightly, and scolded with a smile: "I didn't want to ask Lord Xu for poetry before, you girl is endless, but now that Lord Xu has taken the initiative to give me poetry, you girl has complained again." ”

Qiu Yan stuck out her tongue and said: "This funeral flower lyrics are really too sad, just reading it makes people feel sad, and then it is sung by Miss Tan, and it must not be heard and cried once." ”

"You girl is good at learning, but you can learn a lot of kung fu!" Wang Cuiqiao sneered angrily.

Qiu Yan said aggrievedly: "Miss, the slave didn't make a sycophant." ”

Wang Cuiqiao sighed lightly and said: "In fact, in this world, it is not only swords that can hurt people, but also emotions that can hurt people invisibly. A cheerful tune can make people happy, and a sad tune can make people low. Lord Xu's "Funeral Flower Yin" is ......"

Wang Cuiqiao was silent when she said this, staring blankly out of the window, she really couldn't figure out that a person who could write such a majestic word as "Linjiang Immortal" actually wrote "Funeral Flower Words" This kind of sad and delicate poem of cherishing spring and sadness to the extreme.

Qiu Yan saw Miss looking out of the window in a daze, worried that she would affect her heart again, so she quickly interrupted Wang Cuiqiao's thoughts with a light cough, and changed the topic: "Miss, the slave maid has two news, do you want to listen to it?" ”

Wang Cuiqiao glanced at the maidservant angrily and said, "Don't sell Guanzi." ”

Qiu Yan said with a smile: "The first news Miss will definitely like it, Lord Xu has returned from Dongtai County." ”

Wang Cuiqiao's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she blurted out: "Really? ”

Qiu Yan covered her mouth and snickered: "Look, was it guessed by the servant?" Miss must be looking forward to Lord Xu coming back to listen to your tune. ”

Wang Cuiqiao's face was slightly embarrassed, and he was about to enjoy the autumn goose's burst, but the latter giggled and retreated.

In other words, in terms of music, Wang Cuiqiao is undoubtedly an idiot, not an idiot's idiot, but an obsessive idiot.

In terms of music, Wang Cuiqiao is undoubtedly a proud person, because of this, when her old rival Wang Luzhu showed off to her that she got a new word from Xu Jin, she decided not to ask Xu Jin for poetry, but when she listened to "Funeral Flower Yin", she put her pride behind, because this poem deeply moved her, so that she couldn't help but let go of her pride and accept Xu Jin's gift.

In order to better devote herself to songwriting, she even asked Jin's mother to rent her a house full of peach trees, and composed music under the flower trees every day, after seven days of hard work, Wang Cuiqiao finally composed the song.

As the so-called mountains and rivers flow, bosom friends are hard to find. Wang Cuiqiao naturally wanted to sing the song to Xu Jin immediately, just like a simple child who bought a new toy during the summer vacation, and couldn't wait to start school quickly, and then bring the new toy back to school to share with good friends and show off to his friends.

Of course, this does not mean that Wang Cuiqiao has special thoughts about Xu Jin, just because "Funeral Flower Yin" is written by Xu Jin, she wants to verify whether the music she composed can resonate with the original poet, if even the original author can't be moved, then her creation is undoubtedly a failure.

Because of this, seeing that the day of the Oiran Contest is approaching day by day, and Xu Jin has not returned from Dongtai County, Wang Cuiqiao has been a little regretful and lost in the past few days, and suddenly heard Qiu Yan say that Xu Jin has returned to the city, so he naturally showed a happy expression, and was teased by the maid Qiu Yan.

Wang Cuiqiao didn't knock on the autumn goose, lightly combed the bangs on his forehead, and asked, "What's the second news?" ”

Qiu Yan sighed and said, "The Oiran Contest has been canceled, and I don't know when it will be held." ”

Wang Cuiqiao asked strangely: "Why canceled?" ”

"I heard that a thief has infiltrated Yangzhou City, Lord Xu has ordered the city gate to be sealed for investigation, and the Oiran Contest has also been temporarily canceled. By the way, Miss should be prepared, it is estimated that officers and soldiers will come to search soon. ”

As soon as Qiu Yan finished speaking, the gate of the other courtyard was slammed, and Mother Jin ran in in a hurry and said, "Good daughter, the officers and soldiers are coming to search, hurry up and dress tightly, so as not to be rubbed with oil by those big-headed soldiers." ”

Qiu Yan hurriedly took a big piece and covered it for her young lady.