"Did you see that? The one who holds the pipa is Li Jianzhen, the most famous musician in my Lanting, who used to be a musician in the palace, and only then did he return to his hometown when he was old. The one who plays the guqin is Wen Dingkui, who is a first-class piano player in Yangzhou, but he didn't want someone to invite them to come here today to perform his skills. The old man surnamed Chen, who was sitting in the highest position, raised his white eyebrows, and couldn't help but be interested.

The folding fan in the hand of Liu Changqing, who was originally suave, closed halfway and paused, and he smiled to himself. Although the musicians he invited were not as famous as these two, they were not bad. In addition, with Cao Qianjin's poems, this leader has a chance that he can't escape from his palm.

The only thing that makes people feel curious is that the accompaniment of this Yixiang Pavilion is really too strange, I don't know where to get such a big drum on all sides, do you want to use this place of dancing as a military camp?

Not to mention Liu Changqing, even if it is on the flower boat, many people in the pavilion are talking about it, and they are suspicious.

After a short period of peacetime, the sound of the pipa sounds, like a ball falling on a jade plate, the sound of the piano is far away, making people see the clear sky, and seem to see the reckless plateau.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the pipa became more and more intense, the killing machine suddenly appeared, and the drum sounded thunder, almost like ten thousand horses galloping.

The old man surnamed Chen, who squinted his eyes slightly at first, sighed lightly, sat up straight, put his hands in fists in front of his knees, his eyes narrowed more and more, and the marks of the knife and axe on his face seemed to tremble and twist with the sound of drums.

The sound of the drums was as dense as ten thousand horses, the pipa was like a thunderbolt, and the strings were like swords flashing by the moon.

The white veil of the hood broke through it, revealing a woman in a golden helmet and gold armor. The sword light flickered, dancing with the sound of the piano, and the golden armor was red under the reflection of the torches, like blood and rust.

The old man's fists clenched tighter and tighter, as if he saw the desert smoke flying in Xiazhou, saw the big Chu cavalry with a crossbow and a knife, and saw the battle flag facing the wind on the battlefield.

Everyone felt as if their hearts were being clenched, and their eyes were staring at the golden-armored woman whose swords flew like a dragon.

Sitting next to this soldier of Zhishi, after seeing the golden armor, he was about to open his mouth to reprimand him for daring to violate the laws of the Great Chu State, and when he saw the old man's wrinkled old face, it was already full of tears, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Looking at the sword dance as fast as lightning and listening to the impassioned poems, the old man surnamed Chen seemed to recall the famous and gentlemanly conversations when he was young, staggered and elegant.

It seems that I saw the middle-aged people in the border place, the wind and snow are in the sky, and there is no trace of purple and red, and some are just a dry yellow between the sky and the earth, maybe only in the melodious flute, can you see the Jiangnan willow color in the dream.

When the war drums sounded in the sky, countless nameless soldiers of Dachu fought hard without fearing death, fighting for their lives with the enemy, and the blood flowed like a river.

It seems to have seen the scene after the war, up and down the city, full of gunsmoke and corpses.

Qingyue's voice like a crane fell back in his ears, just like the beloved who stood in front of the grave without tears in his eyes.

Those who died on the battlefield may have been wrapped in iron clothes and turned into dry bones, even outside the city of Naxiazhou, there are only clothes and mounds.

"I am willing to put the sword under my waist and cut Loulan ......" The old man surnamed Chen was in tears, muttering, where is the robe in the past? You can listen to the poems of the southerners.

At the end of the words, the music was heavy from light to heavy, the sword light became more urgent, and at the last moment, it was deafening, only to see the long sword in the hand of the woman in the golden armor into the wood, her pretty face was gloomy and she was holding the sheath, and her eyes were melancholy looking at the northwest.

There was silence on both sides of the boat, and then, a few hesitant applause rang out, which gradually intensified. The sound of applause and applause came and went, and the sound shook both sides of the Lanting River, almost boiling the city.

Ximen Chuchu cheered, the beast brother gritted his teeth and shook his fist vigorously, and Li Xuanzhen, completely without the appearance of a scoundrel when he first boarded the ship, stood against the railing, his eyebrows trembling.

Only the literati who sat at the same time as Liu Changqing and several others had a blue face, looking at each other, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as angry and angry.

Duan Shaojun just smiled and looked at the girl beside him who was so excited that her cheeks were red, and her eyes were like drunk.

Standing on the slipway with his head held high, Su Su, who listened to the countless praises, took off his golden helmet, raised his eyes, like the smiling face of the first bloom of roses, but never fell into his eyes, Su Su couldn't help but feel a little gloomy, and only after a while did he pull out the sword and return to the sheath, showing an indifferent and cold pretty face, and boarded the light boat.

The beauty is gone, and a new person has appeared, but people's attention is not on the woman who is trying to perform, and they are still talking about the sword dance of Fang Cai, as well as the blood-pumping side plug poem.

The old man surnamed Chen slowly came back to his senses and whispered a command to the people around him, and soon, a light boat galloped out, which was able to stop the boat that was about to return to the shore. After a whispered exchange, Su Su, who was dressed in gold armor, boarded the light boat and headed towards the flower boat.

At this time, under the hint of Liu Changqing's eyes, a literati beside him stood up and saluted the old man surnamed Chen. "Gong Chen, the little nephew thinks that this Yixiang Pavilion Oiran should not be included in the selection and evaluation."

Dressed in a relaxed and freehand blue and gray robe, Chen Gong, who had a white jade and a noble belt on his waist, sniffed the superb aged wine in front of him, and after giving an order to the old servant beside him, he said lightly. "Why?"

Another scholar also stood up and said with an impassioned posture: "Su Su, the Oiran of Yixiang Pavilion, should not only not be included in the selection and evaluation, but should also be arrested and sent to the Ya, and ......punished with a Ming canon."

At this moment, Su Shu was able to abandon the light boat and board the flower boat, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but pause.

"How do I hear a dog barking, Brother Simon, do you hear me?" At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded on the deck.

The two gentlemen, who were originally passionate and generous, seemed to have been stuffed with a piece of **** in their mouths, and they were still hard, and they froze in place in an instant. Everyone couldn't help but be stunned, and their eyes looked towards Duan Shaojun and them.

Duan Shaojun took the wine cup as if nothing had happened, and with a smile and a groan, he saluted the Ximen Chu Chu Yao, who was looking at him dumbfounded, and drank it all.

Li Xuanzhen grinned, raised his lamp and poured it violently, stroked his long beard and smiled at Duan Shaojun, who was calm and calm in front of him. The more the old guy looked at Duan Shaojun, the more he felt that this kid was pleasing to the eye, and he acted like himself.

Su Su, who had a cold expression, heard that sentence, and the tips of the slender fingers holding the hilt of the sword on his waist turned white, and his eyes seemed to be immersed in the cold pool of ten thousand years. But after hearing that lazy sentence, the clear eyes like autumn water revealed a smile, and the corners of the mouth were raised briskly, and there was no trace.

"Who is it, Ann dares to insult the two of us?!" One of them wiped the white foam at the corner of his mouth, glared angrily, and strode to the desk where Duan Shaojun was sitting, and shouted. The murderous eyes were like knives, and they all looked at Duan Shaojun who looked like he was doing nothing.

"Hey, why do you look at me like this?" Duan Shaojun stood up with a confused expression. "Brother Simon, the younger brother seems to be just saying that there are dogs barking, not saying that some people are talking nonsense, right?"

"That's right, my virtuous brother only said that there was a mad dog barking indiscriminately, why, could it be that the two of you think you are a vicious dog?" Brother Beast was happy, and slowly stood up, his extremely oppressive physique and butcher-like countenance, which made the two scholars retreat slightly.