big week bad guy

Chapter 64 The Three Songs of Zhao

Zhao Xun is a typical image of Mr. Pianpianjia, and his appearance is excellent.

Although he doesn't look like Pan An, he can be regarded as an outstanding leader among the children of the nobles.

In addition, he had just solved a major case, and it was the time when he was proud of the spring breeze, and his brows showed a lot of heroism.

Han Miaoyi never took her eyes off Zhao Xun.

In these years in Fengyuechang, she has seen countless people.

High-ranking officials, princes and grandchildren, all kinds of people have seen it.

But I have never seen someone as perfect as Zhao Xun.

Han Miaoyi's vermilion lips parted lightly, and said the word "ke" lightly.

Immediately, Onion Finger plucked the strings lightly, and began to play and sing.

Compared with the poems, Da Zhou's tunes and words are a bit inferior, but there are also good works.

This song played by Han Miaoyi is the most popular theme of boudoir grievances nowadays.

The name of the lyrics is fixed, and the poet fills in the lyrics according to the fixed rhyme of the lyrics, and the kabuki sings them after filling in the lyrics.

I have to say that Han Miaoyi's voice is very special, neither rough nor sharp, but with a hint of moistness in the lingering tone, just like the sound of water dripping on the surface of a lake.

Her singing is delicate, with hundreds of twists and turns, like resentment or admiration, like weeping like complaining.

Zhao Xun couldn't help feeling that the level of playing and singing in this era is really not low, and Han Miaoyi performed this piece to perfection.

Zhao Xun has been immersed in the song, until the end of the song still did not react.

It was Han Miaoyi who asked in a soft voice: "Young Master Zhao, does this song from my family suit Mr. Zhao's wishes?"

Zhao Xun pulled away suddenly, nodded slightly and said: "This song should only exist in the sky, and how many times can we hear it in the world."

It was originally a sentence he said casually, but Han Miaoyi was startled when he heard it, and murmured: "This song should only exist in the sky, and it can be heard several times in the world. Good poems, really good poems. Su Hearing Mr. Zhao's poems is amazing, today the servants have seen it."

There is nothing wrong with Han Miaoyi's words.

Things like poetry should be done casually, not too stylized or artificial.

These two sentences made by Zhao Xun on the spot, to a certain extent, can better reflect the strength.

It has to be said that Zhao Xun is a smooth donkey, and Han Miaoyi can handle Zhao Xun to death.

Such things as poetry can be said to be easy for Zhao Xun, it just depends on whether he is willing to do it or not.

He felt that Han Miaoyi was very eye-catching and felt comfortable staying with her, so he narrowed his eyes slightly and chanted:

"The cold cicadas are miserable. It's late to the Changting Pavilion, and the showers have just stopped. There is nothing to drink in the tents of the capital. Nostalgia, the Lanzhou urges them. Holding hands and looking at the tearful eyes, I am speechless. After reading and going, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is deep and the sky is wide. .

Amorous feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, and it's even more embarrassing, neglecting Qingqiu Festival!Where are you sober tonight?Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon.After many years, it should be a good time for a good time.Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell? "

The whole poem was chanted in one go, and Han Miaoyi, who was praising just now, was stunned.

She knew that Zhao Xun was talented, but she didn't know that Zhao Xun was so talented.

The whole poem written by Zhao Xun can be described as a perfect match, seamless.In terms of rhyme, it fits perfectly with Yu Linling's ci brand.

"It's such a sentence that holds hands and looks at the tearful eyes, but I'm speechless. It's such a sentence that Yang Liu'an is like the dawn wind and the moon. The scene of parting from others is written by Mr. Zhao."

An oiran like Han Miaoyi has a very strong art appreciation ability. She has been trained in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child. Although she may not be considered top-notch, she is still above the standard.

Looking at the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, this song Yulinling is at the forefront.

At this moment, in this situation, Han Miaoyi looked at Zhao Xun with affectionate eyes, completely like a beautiful woman to a talented man.

Zhao Xun was secretly delighted to have Mrs. Han boasting so much.

He thought to himself, where is this? If you like to listen to words, I will let you listen to them as much as you like.

"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is soft, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy. In the afterglow of the grass and smoke, no one can rely on the mood without words.

I plan to get drunk on Shukuangtu, and sing to wine, and strong music is tasteless.The belt is getting wider and I don't regret it, and I am haggard because of Yixiao. "

A Die Lian Hua completely ignited Han Huakui's emotions.

"The belts are getting wider and I won't regret it, and it makes people haggard for Iraq."

She repeated this sentence over and over again, and she became insane for a while.

It is true that there are various interpretations of this poem, but the most superficial and most direct interpretation is the unswerving loyalty to the lover.

Han Miaoyi also obviously got this point, completely immersed in the atmosphere and couldn't extricate herself.

"All scene language is love language. It is precisely because of seeing Mrs. Han that Zhao was able to compose these two poems."

Zhao Xun raised his wine glass and took a sip, then laughed and said, "I don't know if it suits Miss Han?"

This sentence was on the tip of Han Miaoyi's heart.

She grew up in Sanjiang Pavilion since she was a child, and all she saw were alcoholic sons who came to have fun.

Even if there are some people who are in love, they will probably be forgotten after one night.

True love and lovers are too far away for Han Miaoyi.

But it was also like this, her yearning for this kind of thing had reached the point of madness.

The more you can't get it, the more you want it.

How Han Miaoyi wished that she also had such a lover, that the two sides could share their feelings for each other.

"Mr. Zhao's two poems are the best among the poems I have heard in my life."

Han Miaoyi pursed her lips slightly, and then said softly: "My lord, please wait a moment, and the servant will play another song for you."

Han Miaoyi did not play the guqin this time, but brought a pipa.

Zhao Xun noticed that this pipa was not the common four-string pipa in later generations, but a five-string pipa.

Although there is only one string difference, the timbre range is very different.

Zhao Xun couldn't help feeling that the Great Zhou Dynasty had the style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and even the musical instruments were so similar.

Unexpectedly, he could feel the splendor of the prosperous Tang Dynasty in a completely empty world after traveling through it.

Han Miaoyi is indeed a genius of folk art.Not only does he play the guqin very well, but he also plays the pipa very well.

Zhao Xun soon entered the country. Han Miaoyi understood him very well and could always arouse his emotions. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a bosom friend.

"The hills overlap and the golden light fades away, and the clouds on the temples want to burn the fragrant and snowy cheeks. I am too lazy to paint my crescent eyebrows, and it is too late to make up and wash up. I look at the front and back mirrors of the flowers, and the flowers complement each other. The new post embroiders Luo Ru, and both of them are golden partridges."

Unable to control the emotion so much, Zhao Xun blurted out a Bodhisattva Man, and he could recite a song after playing the song.

Now Han Miaoyi completely shocked Zhao Xun as a heavenly being.

In the boudoir, the young woman is too lazy to get up after waking up.

Lying on the bed, she was full of thoughts and felt the pain of emotions.

After a long time, she got up to put on makeup, slowly and slowly, for fear that sloppy makeup would affect her natural beauty and peerless appearance.

After putting on her makeup, she compared it to the bronze mirror, but she couldn't help feeling that who would look better with light makeup?
A scholar dies for a confidant, and a woman tolerates a person who pleases her.

She couldn't find a good woman, couldn't see hope, so she felt that her life was boring.

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(End of this chapter)