When Chu Zhen looked at her, she couldn't help but asked: "Chu Langjun, what kind of magic is this? Yaotai singing and dancing?"
Chu Zhen laughed, "This is a computer, it can play music."
"Music? Is it...qule? What's the name of the music brand?"
The girl seemed to relax a lot and smiled at him: "The lyrics are a bit strange. Who is the lyricist? I have never heard of the tune."
Mrs. Li has a beautiful smile, she is quiet and elegant.
Chu Zhen glanced at her one more time before replying:
"The title of the song? Oh, you mean the name of the song, right? This song is called "Do You Know or Do You Know", and the lyrics are written by Li Qingzhao and——"
He paused, his eyes fell on the "Collection of Poems by Li Qingzhao" on the desk, looked at her again, and stopped the music.
The girl also opened her eyes wide and subconsciously said:
"Me? I have never written this song...I mean, I have never heard of it, do you know it? What a strange word."
Something is wrong with her.
Chu Zhen understood and smiled in front of her and said: "Li Qingzhao was from the Northern Song Dynasty, during the periods of Song Huizong and Song Qinzong."
The girl lowered her eyebrows and glanced to the side without responding.
She didn't know who Song Huizong and Song Qinzong were.
"And he is a great poet. In my mind, he is one of the few poets who can compare with Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty."
"ah?"
Mrs. Li looked up in surprise, looking flattered and well-deserved by the praise.
Chu Zhen smiled again: "Li Qingzhao's early poetry style was fresh and refined, graceful and delicate. After the Jingkang Revolution, it became——"
Chu Zhen shut his mouth and did not say anything further. He could not expose his shortcomings in front of others.
Mrs. Li was embarrassed and annoyed, "It's okay, sir, but I'm not Li Qingzhao, and I can't write lyrics!"
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Chu Zhen laughed, "Why don't you call yourself a slave?"
Miss Li's face showed shame, she pursed her lips and stopped talking.
I was a little annoyed in my heart, this man was strange and rude, and he was very rude and focused on exposing people's shortcomings.
But everything here was indeed weird. She was just lying on the desk to take a nap, but she came to this weird place and met someone who knew her name and praised her. No, he criticized her for writing lyrics comparable to the empress Li Yu!
Although the lyrics written by Li Yu, the later leader of the Southern Tang Dynasty, were elegant, most of them sounded the tone of national subjugation. Her lyrics were...
"Jingkang Incident?!"
Mrs. Li looked at Chu Zhen in surprise, and suddenly remembered his last sentence.
Chu Langjun said that after the Jingkang Incident, her style of writing changed, from fresh and refined to...what?
Who is this person? How do you know what will happen in the future?
Is he really an immortal?
"The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved, and the hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed?"
Chu Zhen only answered her with Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" and said no more.
After all, during the Jingkang Incident, the Hui and Qin emperors were humiliated, the queen was reduced to a slave in the laundry room, and three thousand concubines were sold at a clearly marked price. The hatred and shame between the country and the family cannot be explained clearly in a few words.
Moreover, after the Jingkang Incident, Li Qingzhao followed the Northern Song Dynasty emperors and ministers to the south in panic, and he could not easily tell the young lady Li in front of him.
Traveling south in clothes is not a good word.
Thinking of Jingkang Shame, Chu Zhen felt the fear contained in Mrs. Li's words, "Jin Kou goes south."
wrong.
"Are you really Li Qingzhao?"
Chu Zhen looked at her. According to history, Li Qingzhao encountered the Jingkang Revolution many years later. When she was a girl, the north was still the Liao Kingdom, and the Jin Kingdom was not established until much later.
Miss Li, who didn't get an answer to her question and was called by Chu Zhen's name directly, looked at him resentfully again.
Chu Zhen smiled, stood up and made a gesture, "Let's not talk too much. Miss Li, please sit down and I will pour you a cup of tea. By the way, I bought some lychees this morning."
After saying that, after she saw the red lychees on the table clearly and her vigilance weakened, Chu Zhen stood up, took the lychees to the table in front of the sofa, and motioned for Mrs. Li to sit on the sofa.
Asked her again: "Can you eat lychees?"
It's not that Chu Zhen saw Li Qingzhao, a beautiful and graceful lady, and just made blind inquiries.
But it was really difficult for ancient people to eat lychees.
There is poetry to prove it:
Riding on the red dust concubine smiled, no one knew it was lychee.
"My family has never eaten it, but I have read the preface to the picture of lychees written by an old layman from Xiangshan."
Mrs. Li looked a little proud and replied to him: "It is written in it that in the lychee valley, the flowers are like grapes, the core is like loquat, the shell is like red silk, the membrane is like purple silk, the flesh is as white as ice and snow, and the slurry is as white as ice and snow. Sweet and sour like cheese."
It also says that the color changes in one day, the aroma changes in the second day, and the taste changes in the third day.
Now she looked at these bright red lychees. Could it be that this was Lingnan?
She couldn't help but look out the window and saw the strange and tall pavilions with many windows.
The windows in his house are also very strange. Are they made of colored glass?
"Lychee Picture Preface?"
Chu Zhen thought for a while and then realized that this was an article written by Bai Juyi. The ancients had unique names for their predecessors, which were completely different from modern times.
Looking at her again, Chu Zhen couldn't help laughing: "I've heard of the preface to the horse-fighting picture."
"ah!?"
Miss Li immediately looked over and her eyes lit up: "You can also beat horses?!"
The girl's joyful and playful expression is clearly revealed.
"Ha ha!"
Chu Zhen smiled and said, "I don't know how, but I know you can."
With that said, without waiting for her reaction, he turned around and made her a cup of tea.
Chu Zhen liked Li Qingzhao's poetry very much and was happy to give her a cup of good tea and entertain her well.
"What kind of preface to the horse racing picture was written by Master Yi An? I didn't even write it, why did she write it?"
Li Xiaoniang muttered, guessing the meaning of Chu Zhen's words, but he didn't want to say more, so she could only focus on the lychees.
Lychee is unique to Lingnan. She has heard about it for a long time, but has never eaten it.
"Sit down and eat, you're welcome." Chu Zhen glanced at her and said.
After hesitating for a moment, Mrs. Li saluted Chu Zhen, "Thank you, Mr. Chu."
She looked carefully before sitting down on the weird fur-like bench. As soon as her buttocks touched it, she immediately sank in. It startled her and she quickly looked at Chu Zhen.
Fortunately he was ordering tea.
But she didn't see the cauldron or tea spoon required for ordering tea, nor did she see any firewood.
After a moment, she looked away and realized that the bench was soft and comfortable, much better than the chair she usually sat on, and she gradually relaxed.
Continue to look around with curious eyes.
In addition to the books on the bookshelf, as well as tables and chairs, many things here were things she had never seen before, and they were strange and strange.
Then he carefully picked a bright red lychee from the lychee branch.
First observe its color, then put it between your noses and smell it, then carefully peel off the red peel and see the snow-white flesh inside.
Putting it in her mouth, it was sweet, delicious, delicate and smooth, which made her smile and be impressed by the taste of lychee.
"The trash can is nearby."
Chu Zhen pointed to the trash can not far from the hem of her underskirt. "Throw the shells and cores in there. Feel free to eat them. You're welcome. It's rare for you to come to my place as a guest. Just don't steal my map."
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Although I don’t quite understand what he said, lychees are really delicious!
Mrs. Li couldn't help but eat a few more lychees, holding the two pulps together in her mouth, shaking her head from side to side, and reciting incoherently: "If you eat three hundred lychees a day, you will grow up to be a Lingnan native."
Chu Zhen, who was making tea, looked at the slim girl who was eating lychees.
Just listen to her continue:
"Although Su Weng's lyrics are not very good, his poems are excellent!"
"Su Weng? You mean Su Shi, right?"
Chu Zhen laughed dumbly, "Su Shi's poems include famous lines such as "When will the bright moon come out, and ask the blue sky for wine. Throughout the ages, the only woman surnamed Li who can comment on the poor quality of Su Shi's poems is Yi An."
Miss Li looked at him with two lychees in her mouth, as if she knew she had made a mistake.
Chu Zhen smiled again: "So are you Li Qingzhao, or are you talking arrogantly and dare to look down on Su Dongpo?"
Choose one, Li Qingzhao, or the arrogant little lady?
Mrs. Li looked resentful. After eating the lychee, she turned around and spit the core into her palm like a lady, but did not throw it away. She turned back and said to Chu Zhen:
"Since Chu Langjun has already guessed it, why bother teasing the slave family many times? I am a young girl. My writing skills are not as good as Su Weng's, and my poetry is not as good as Su Weng's. I just listen to some music on weekdays, and I have a little ear for lyrics. Therefore, it is said that Su Weng writes lyrics like poetry but sings them without rhyme."
Although he had guessed it, Chu Zhen was still a little moved after receiving her personal admission. He looked carefully at the graceful girl in front of him and saw that there was a vague arrogance of a scholar between her eyebrows, just like all the students in the class when they were studying. First in the province.
"Sure enough, Li Qingzhao, no wonder he dared to comment on Su Shi's poetry."
Chu Zhen praised.
Considering that Li Qingzhao is now the age of a girl with haircut hair, of course she has not yet written such an eternal masterpiece as "The Misery and Tragedy" in the future.
But her talent has been initially developed, and she is a girl with a high and arrogant heart. She dares to comment on the lyric writing skills of her predecessors according to her own preferences.
She probably wouldn't be happy comparing her to Li Yu.
Li Qingzhao bowed his head shyly and continued eating lychees.
She was called a lot of names by the man in front of her and was offended for no reason. Wouldn't it be too much to eat some lychees from him?
Wait, Jushi Yi An?
Who is it? Who is Yi An?
Is it the Yi An who "leans against the south window to express his pride, and examines his appearance and knees" in Tao Gong's poem about returning home?
Although Yi An is good, she can be used as a nickname. She calls herself layman Yi An, but this is really not her nickname, Li Qingzhao!
She won’t be called Yi An from now on!
Let’s see what this Chu Xianjun has to say.
