When I just got divorced, I was overheard

Chapter 63 Write poems in Liangzhou, can you do it?
"Come on, let's go out and have a look."

While Li Xiuzhu was talking, the six of them left the room.

They don't need to go down, just stand on the edge of the building and look down.

Cuiyun thoughtfully took out the stools from the room one by one, so that there was a viewing platform.

They were the only people on the fourth floor, but no one bothered them.

So far, Li Xiuzhu and the others have also seen this Qinglian named Youwei.

It's just a pity that they sat too high. Although the view is wide, the angle and distance are not as good as those on the second floor.

"Thank you everyone for coming to participate in Youwei's coming out of the cabinet today. Youwei has nothing to repay, and I will sing a song about Liangzhou, thank you all."

Shen Youwei's voice fell, and suddenly there was a commotion below.

"Liangzhou Dabian, it's actually Liangzhou Dabian. This is a song that even the officials appreciate."

"I didn't expect to hear Liangzhou Dabian. Today's trip is worthwhile."

"Only this song, the ticket is worth it."

It's not all flattery. If there is support, there will naturally be doubts.

"But isn't Liangzhou Dabian already lost? Can anyone really play it?"

"I'm also surprised, isn't it just a gimmick? Don't spoil the name of Liangzhou Dabian."

"The old man wants to listen to see if it is Liangzhou Dabian."

"If so, once in the spring night, it is worth a thousand gold."

"If not, hehe, then the reputation of Miss Youwei will be ruined."

At this moment, the pipa sounded.

At the beginning, the big string was thick and long, and the sound was like a storm.

Then the little string is gentle and quiet, as if someone is whispering goodbye in the ear.

The next moment, the intent of swords and soldiers of gold and iron horses rushed to his face, and the killing intent of wishing to drink the blood of the enemy was spreading.

The noisy sound disappeared, and the only thing left was the sound of the iron cavalry's protruding swords and guns, and the sound of the wind and thunder, lingering around.

After the song was over, everyone fell into the majestic sound of the pipa and couldn't extricate themselves.

"Okay, it is indeed Liangzhou Dabian, it is indeed Liangzhou Dabian. It is worthy of the name of Liangzhou Dabian. Once this song is released, the value of everyone in Youwei will definitely double."

Shen Youwei raised her head when she heard the words, her brows were full of sorrow, like a Xizi holding her heart, arousing love and affection.

"Xueshi Sun is being polite, but I still thank Xueshi Sun for his kind words."

"Everyone has limited time, and I will not delay everyone's time. Youwei's first question is to make a poem about the pipa I just played."

"Limited time, a stick of incense."

After finishing speaking, Shen Youwei got up and left the table silently.

The old bustard came up at the same time, and said: "First, please let Youwei rest for a while, and then everyone who wants to write poems can come and buy paper. The old rule is that paper costs five cents a piece."

"You can speak if you want."

Five dollars?Good guy, 500 yuan for a piece of paper, isn't this paper inlaid with silver?

However, what Li Xiuzhu didn't expect was that he had just finished feeling in his heart, and the next one had already grabbed it.

"I want, give me one."

"Here, I want one."

"Me too, me too."

"I……"

Good guy, Li Xiuzhu glanced down, selling paper for seven or eighty taels in just a few minutes, what a money grab.

Fortunately, it seems to be quite humane, buy paper and send ink, and can use a pen.

"Brother-in-law, should we?"

Li Xiuzhu flicked Fu Yunshuang angrily.

"Do you think my brother-in-law doesn't have much to do? Your sister knows it, so I'll be blamed if she doesn't beat me to death."

Fu Yunshuang blinked her big eyes when she heard this.

"Didn't the eldest sister allow her brother-in-law to raise a foreign room?"

"Hmm~" Looking at those innocent big eyes, Li Xiuzhu thought for a while speechlessly, it seems that this is really the case.

But not right.

Just now Su Chengcheng got closer to him, this little girl was jealous.

"Yun Shuang, are you not hostile to her? Are you not jealous?"

Fu Yunshuang smiled when she heard the words, leaned into Li Xiuzhu's ear and said, "Since you can't stop her, why don't you pull her to my side."

"She plays the pipa very well. I think if she plays the pipa in my restaurant, even if she only plays it once a day, the price of the dishes will double."

"When the time comes, I will sell chickens for a tael of silver. I don't believe that no one will come."

Fuck, it has to be you!With such a beauty, you tricked her into going home and asked her to work for you?
At this moment, Su Chengcheng suddenly said to Cuiyun, "Cuiyun, go get me a piece of paper."

Cuiyun was taken aback when he heard that, this was a business grab from the building.

Cuiyun didn't go to get the paper immediately, but looked at Nongyue.

Nongyue nodded indifferently, and Cuiyun ran to get the paper.

"Hmph, a piece of paper wants to earn me 490 Wen, it's a dream."

"I'm related."

The innocent Su Chengcheng immediately made Nongyue and Li Biyao laugh, while Fu Yunshuang was a little annoyed why he didn't think of this benefit.

But when the pen and paper were brought up, Su Chengcheng was stunned suddenly, asking her to taste poems, can she write poems?

"What's wrong? You can't do it, can you?"

When Su Chengcheng heard this, he suddenly became angry from embarrassment.

"Who says I can't do it, I'm very good, just wait."

Su Chengcheng worked hard, not to mention, she really wrote a song.

Thousands of miles away, the grass and autumn are blocked in the border city, whoever plays the ancient times is sad.

Pipa wants to write a song of lovesickness, and the sunset is full of Huang Yunyan.

Li Xiuzhu looked at it, and then looked at Su Chengcheng unexpectedly. The writing is fairly neat, but it doesn't match the artistic conception of today.

"Not bad!"

Hearing this, Su Chengcheng's eyes widened for a moment, with a smile on his face.

Fu Yunshuang pursed her mouth slightly and didn't speak, she was also well-versed in writing and could tell the difference between good and bad.

Su Chengcheng said shyly: "See, what is strength? This is strength. Even brother Xiuzhu praised me."

"Fu Yunshuang, can you do it!"

Fu Yunshuang quit immediately, and started shaking Li Xiuzhu's arm.

"Brother-in-law, look at her, bullying me."

Li Xiuzhu couldn't handle the undeveloped Xiaoshanbao in a short while, so how could he write this so that he wouldn't be scolded?
"Ahem, it's okay, Cheng Cheng, how old are you, Da Yunshuang, let's make room for my younger sister."

It's fine if Li Xiuzhu doesn't say that, but Fu Yunshuang won't do it if he does.

"Brother-in-law, I don't want her to let me, you help me get revenge."

Hearing this, both Li Biyao and Nongyue showed anticipation. Both of them knew Li Xiuzhu's poetic talent, and they also liked poetry.

"This……"

Before Li Xiuzhu could finish speaking, Nongyue spoke expectantly.

"Li Lang, I want to hear it too."

"Mr. Li, if it doesn't bother you, Baguio wants to hear it too."

This, the atmosphere is here, what should I do?
It seems that this b can only be pretended with tears.

"Let's say it first, write it down, you can't send it down, I want to keep a low profile."

"Okay, okay, brother-in-law, you write. Today, Su Chengcheng must know what there are people beyond people and heaven beyond heaven."

Su Chengcheng heard that he wanted to refute and it wasn't you who wrote it, so what an air.

But I looked at Li Xiuzhu, what if Brother Xiuzhu stopped writing?
After thinking about it, Su Chengcheng still swallowed his unhappiness.

Li Xiuzhu shrugged his shoulders, unexpectedly the two little guys got into a fight.

"Take two more sheets of paper, it may not be enough to write."

When Nongyue heard the words, she hurriedly said, "Cuiyun..."

"Sister, I'll get it now."

Li Xiuzhu was thinking which poem would be more suitable for the title.

After thinking about it carefully, it seems that one of Wang Han's two Liangzhou Ci poems is more in line with the artistic conception of Liangzhou Dabian.

But Li Xiuzhu suddenly thought of another poem, but unfortunately, there are not many places that can be used in that poem.

　Eat, eat, haven't eaten yet, the update is late, ahem

　　
　
(End of this chapter)