Chapter 146 The Good Voice of the Ming Dynasty
The bright moon shines brightly every night, and the white clouds grind away the morning.
The Qinhuai River was bustling with traffic and bustling. He was so drunk that he had many ambitions. He did not want to follow in their footsteps. Zhu Pingan shook his head and refused, and was about to leave.
"You..."
Hearing Zhu Pingan's crisp and unhesitating rejection, the shy and timid girl with red eyes who was full of expectations suddenly sobbed and shed tears.
"What do you know? You don't know anything. Do you know what kind of life we live? We are not those popular people. We can only be at the mercy of mothers. Sister Taohong was beaten half to death a few days ago."
“You know Why are most talented women born in brothels? Those who are as talentless as us are tortured to death early... In ordinary people's families, being talentless is a virtue, and talentless people like us are not far away from death..."
“If you are beautiful but have no talent, just Like eggs with cracks, all kinds of flies and mosquitoes will come in, and they will be tortured to death early; those who are not beautiful or talented are even more pathetic, and those who are old, widowed, sick, and ugly will have no way to survive..."
“Talented, famous, talented You can be your own master and have a happy ending."
"Sister Taohong is freed, and we will suffer. Those widowers, sick men and ugly men have all paid money to their mothers, and they cannot escape the first day. One, you can’t escape fifteen..."
"Why do you think we have the courage to look for you? Who knows whether you are really talented or embroidering pillows? Who knows whether you are good or bad? Other scholars who are not famous and unknown to us are just a life-saving thread." Straw..."
The girl with red eyes was full of resentment, she was hysterical and cried with tears streaming down her face.
"Good sister, don't cry. Since the young master doesn't want to, let's go back. We're late, and it's time for my mother to take the opportunity to have another attack..." The older girl gave Zhu Ping'an a resentful look. , he lowered his head to comfort the red-eyed girl.
If everyone in the world were like this young man, my sisters would not have to worry about the fate of beauty.
He is always too soft-hearted, Zhu Pingan laughed at himself.
"Do you want to bring pen and ink?" Zhu Ping'an sighed and asked.
Hearing this, the red-eyed girl raised her head in disbelief, her face full of tears filled with joy; the older girl also looked at Zhu Pingan with bright eyes.
Although I don’t know what this young man’s level is, at least there is hope.
"Yes, yes, we will hide under the bridge." The girl of seventeen or eighteen nodded hurriedly.
Uh
She really came prepared. Even if there was no misunderstanding in the morning, this girl would probably find another way to find fault with her.
In fact, it’s not her fault, it’s just a way of survival.
"Then let's go." Zhu Pingan said lightly.
The two girls walked faster than Zhu Pingan, carrying their skirts, they trotted all the way to the bridge. When Zhu Pingan walked over, they had already placed pens, ink, paper and inkstones on a huge stone.
"It was our sisters who were rude just now. Please forgive me, sir." The girl of seventeen or eighteen apologized repeatedly when handing Zhu Ping'an the brush.
"Fortunately for me, if it were someone else..." Zhu Pingan took the brush and said casually.
"It's because you are the young master that we dare to do that. If it were anyone else, we wouldn't dare even if we had ten more courages..." The seventeen-year-old girl is very honest.
Uh
Zhu Pingan was speechless.
"What poem do you want to write, Master?" The red-eyed girl saw that Zhu Ping'an looked like he had swallowed a fly, and hurriedly changed the topic.
"Who said I wanted to write poetry?" Zhu Pingan shrugged.
Hearing this, the red-eyed girl's face became angry, her chest heaved, "You, are you kidding us?"
"I don't write poetry, and I didn't say I wouldn't write. Nothing else." Zhu Pingan said lightly.
Hearing this, the anger on the red-eyed girl's face subsided and she burst into laughter, "Then you just write lyrics. Lyrics are more suitable for us than poetry. The oiran in our building became famous just by one word. "
"Who said we should write lyrics?" Zhu Pingan shrugged again.
Then, the girl with red eyes suddenly burst into tears again, "Are you having fun teasing us?!"
"Can you wait until I finish speaking." Zhu Pingan said lightly, "I won't write. I don’t even write lyrics for poems, so I’ll write the first one for you. Well, the lyrics for a song are very strange, aren’t they? It’s not surprising at all. Poems are called poems when combined with music, and lyrics also have lyrics. The lyrics are the melody of the lyrics. The lyrics were originally sung with music. You probably want the poems to be sung as well. Well, you probably need to choose an oiran. You go on stage and sing, or dance, or play an instrument or something. This song I wrote, It is specially used for singing, only for singing. "
"When you choose an oiran, you must ask some scholars or poets to judge it. Well, this song should be very suitable for you to sing, I guess. Those scholars love to listen to it, and in the future, there should be many scholars who will be happy to write poems for you."< br>
Zhu Pingan held the brush in his hand, dipped it in the ink, and began to write:
I am a fox that has been in love for a thousand years, a thousand years of love and a thousand years of loneliness; do you know in the long night? For whom did I apply my red makeup? In this mortal world, do you know for whom I combed my beautiful hair?
I am a fox who has been waiting for thousands of years. I have been waiting for thousands of years of helplessness. When you are deeply in love, watch me dance for you with my beauty. When your love is painful, listen to me pouring out my songs for you.
Hanchuang Reads You and Me Hardly The oath of eachother is unforgettable
The golden list of flowers and candles is far away, and the roads are different.
Can you let me cry for love? I am still the white fox who loved you thousands of years ago. I have been your fox for all my life.
… …
Although the two girls were not talented enough, they had practiced hard. Looking at Zhu Pingan's straightforward but heartfelt words, their eyes widened in surprise. This was their first time coming into contact with this kind of writing, and a feeling came from the bottom of their hearts. The voice sounded like a trance, as if one's mind had opened up.
In a trance, it seemed that Han Chuang, that scholar, and that beautiful fox demon were suddenly performing a poignant love in front of me.
So poignant
So touching
When Zhu Pingan finished writing, the two girls were already in tears.
"Well, it's best to learn a few more dance moves. You can dance and sing one at a time, or dance and sing at the same time. As for accompaniment music, Guqin, Guzheng, etc. can be used to create an atmosphere. I don't understand that. You guys Let's see. As for the tune, it's almost like this." Zhu Ping'an said and tried to sing a few lines using the modern Chen Rui singing method, but found that he couldn't control it at all. It was so weird for a man to sing this, so he smiled bitterly. That’s it.
"I am a fox who has been practicing for thousands of years..." The older girl only listened to Zhu Pingan sang a few lines, then her eyes turned red and she sang the song "White Fox" to the tune of Zhu Pingan just now. , basically not much different from the original song, with some differences even better than the original song.
"Oh, yes, that's it." Zhu Pingan nodded with satisfaction.
"Forget it, I'll give you one more song. Those literati should also appreciate it very much." Zhu Pingan thought for a while, then wrote another song, singing, audition, etc., how? His songs, which are so antique and Chinese-style, should not be out of place in this era. Girls also have a different mood when singing, and Sister Ying sings with great feeling. The selection of oirans in the Ming Dynasty was almost the same as the modern draft.
"Blue and White Porcelain"
The plain embryo outlines the blue and white brush strokes, which are thicker and lighter
The peonies depicted on the bottle are just like your first makeup
The sandalwood comes through the window and I understand your thoughts
The pen is written on rice paper Half of it is left here
The glaze color renders the charm of the lady's picture and is kept privately
And your beautiful smile is like a bud waiting to be released
A ray of your beauty is floating away
Go to a place I can't go
The sky is blue waiting for mist and rain, and I am waiting for you< br>
The smoke from the kitchen rises thousands of miles across the river
The book on the bottom of the bottle is engraved to imitate the elegance of the previous dynasty
Just think of me as a foreshadowing for meeting you
......
After Zhu Pingan finished writing, he hummed two songs casually sentence, but found that I still couldn't sing it, because I had no musical talent.
"That's it, just watch and sing." Zhu Ping'an put down his brush and smiled self-deprecatingly.
The two girls, especially the seventeen-year-old girl, looked at Zhu Ping'an's new song "Blue and White Porcelain" and became a little excited after hearing two lines of the tune.
After writing the blue and white porcelain poem, Zhu Pingan put down the brush in his hand and blew the ink slightly.
"Just take care of yourself." Zhu Pingan waved his hand casually and left.
When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his merit and fame.
"Young master, walk slowly. May I ask what you call him?" the girl asked loudly from behind.
"My surname is Zhou, my first name is Jie Lun, and my given name is Gongju."
Zhu Ping'an paused slightly, then continued to walk forward without asking, and replied with a bad taste.
“Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for your great kindness, which I will never forget, little lady.”
The voices of the two women came from behind... (End of Chapter)