After waiting for tea time, they heard the sound of jade pendants jingling, and everyone hurriedly sat upright.
Fairy Muyun is here.
Three women walked out from between the curtains and gauze. The one in the middle was wearing a palace dress and a floor-length red dress. She had a graceful figure, her hair was high on her temples, decorated with pearls. Her face was covered with a thin white gauze, and she had a pair of bright red and phoenix eyes. As she spoke, her complexion was like jade, and just by looking at her walking and moving gently, she felt that the room was filled with brilliance.
With a smile on her face and eyes, the woman bowed slightly and nodded to everyone, which immediately made people feel like a spring breeze.
"Little girl Su Muyun, thank you for your long wait."
The sound is like a jade rolling disk, crisp and round, and indescribably pleasant.
All the invited monks hurriedly tapped the floor, stood up and returned the courtesy. Some said, "You should, the fairy is polite." Others said, "You will be lucky to be received by the fairy."
Chang Siguo returned the favor, casually said "I don't dare" and walked away.
The woman stretched out her hand to invite them, sat down a few steps behind her, encouraged everyone to drink tea, and chatted softly with them.
She was able to call out everyone's names and sects, changing the atmosphere from a little reserved to a harmonious one like home, in just a few words. Chang Siguo was also greatly impressed by this comprehensive and generous ability. .
Being worldly and dealing with people involves great knowledge.
As long as he is willing, he can cling to a relationship, which he has learned through experience in his previous life.
The woman's eyes turned from Huang Tian to Chang Siguo, who was sitting at the last seat. She raised her lamp and said with a smile, "Brother Chang, many servants were disrespectful before. Mu Yun is here to apologize. Please"
The old woman behind the woman bowed slightly and apologized, not daring to say a word.
Chang Siguo raised his lamp and replied, "How dare you, Fairy Muyun, be so polite."
Following Huang Tian's previous act of pretending to be polite, he covered it with his sleeves, drank half a sip of tea, and thought for a moment.
Su Muyun seemed to be very interested in Chang Siguo. After putting down the tea cup, his eyes still stayed on Chang Siguo and said, "Brother Chang, I saw you only listened to half of Mu Yun's performance of "Red Dust Drunk" before, and then you realized the exquisite boxing skills. I don't know Chang Siguo. Brother, are you willing to come up with your high opinions and share with us a tune or two, as well as your insights?"
Chang Siguo wanted to answer "no", but out of the corner of his eye he saw several other young heroes looking at him eagerly, including Huang Tian who looked a little nervous. He sighed in his heart, he couldn't be as willful as he was in the garden at this moment. And for.
He now represents the image of a domineering and invincible monk.
Although he didn't understand if the woman was trying to compare or if it meant something else, he didn't want to be blamed.
Moreover, that powerful punch was indeed caused by the sound of the piano, so he took advantage of it.
But he doesn't understand the music at all. The music sounds nice. If he tells him the beauty of it, wouldn't he play the piano to a cow? How can he understand the mystery of the music?
He could only put his hands on his legs and think silently, searching his intestines and stomach.
The woman smiled and fell silent. She tilted her head and lifted a corner of her veil, using her wide sleeves to cover her drink.
The atmosphere in the hall was slightly solemn, and you could hear a needle drop.
Chang Siguo really didn't have any special high opinion, but it didn't stop him from pretending to be high-minded. He slowly raised his head, stared at the woman who put down the tea cup and sat upright, and said in a low voice, "It must be that the immortal was drunk and smashed the white clouds into pieces." .”
He recalled the scene when he was brought to the cloud by the sound of the piano, clicked on the questions, and let the other women make up their own minds.
Human imagination is a magical thing.
The smarter a woman is, the more she likes to think wildly, and she also likes to think about things that suit her heart.
Who knows what good things this woman can think of
I thought silently in my heart, Li Dada, I will forgive you for lending me your poetry.
The woman's eyes glazed over for a moment, then slowly brightened, and she murmured in a low voice, "It should be, the immortal is so drunk that he smashes the white clouds into pieces."
It was sung from her mouth, with a melodious rhythm, and it was beautiful and pleasant. It was very dull and tasteless compared to Chang Si Guo.
I have often thought about the secret passage, now I can finally make a deal.
He had no intention of competing with other monks, nor did he want to lose too badly.
Although the other monks didn't understand what Chang Siguo had realized, just two sentences made them fall into it.
What a great spirit
The immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces.
Fortunately, this black guy can figure it out. It’s very interesting and the angle is unique and novel.
The woman tasted it for a while, then stood up, took the jade pot from the maid's hand, walked to the side next to Chang Sigui, squatted down, and poured the tea herself. This honor made other people jealous, but they couldn't do anything about it.
Chang Siguo had no choice but to stand up and thank him. He could feel the jealous eyes piercing him, almost piercing him into pieces.
Su Muyun returned the jade pot to the maid, followed the example of the man and said, "Brother Chang, please complete such a masterpiece. Mu Yun would be very grateful."
Chang Siguo was horrified. The old Taoist had once pulled the seven ancients in front of him into the Qingyuan world through soul piercing. Although those seniors had all died, there might have been some people who had engaged in literary thieves, and he was not one of them. The danger of exposing flaws
Just now, my mind was on fire, and there was also a hint of hidden provocation lurking in my heart, and I didn't expect this at once.
I hope this unusual and obscure lyric by Li Dada has not been stolen.
Tomorrow I have to collect ancient poems and other poems from the market, and look them up just in case they are needed.
Shaking his head slowly, he raised his hands and refused, "Chang has limited ink in his stomach, so he can make a few nonsense sentences. It is purely out of emotion. Fairy Muyun, please don't embarrass Chang again."
Talking about words is really more tiring than fighting for several times.
This woman's eyes were like water, so soft that it was overwhelming. If it were anyone else, she wouldn't be able to refuse her.
Huang Tian and the others showed smiles. The matter of being in the limelight is a matter of rain and dew.
This domineering brother is quite particular about people and does not eat alone.
Su Muyun regretfully gave up and returned to his seat. After exchanging music and rhythm, he asked several people to compose lyrics impromptu.
This is the highlight of every sound-finding banquet. Whether Fairy Muyun can value her and have the honor to listen to the wonderful music alone depends on this.
A maid came forward, removed the tea cups and placed pens, ink, paper and inkstones on each person's table.
The other people were obviously well prepared. They pretended to think for a while, then dipped their pens in ink and "composed" a beautiful and thoughtful poem on the snow-white rice paper.
Chang Siguo just wanted to hand in a blank paper, but the ghostly woman stared at him and smiled, then moved forward, making it clear that she would not give up without leaving the calligraphy treasure.
That's it, a modern lyric to run an errand.
The ancients before him could not copy it.
"The world of mortals is so ridiculous,
This situation is the most boring,
It doesn’t matter if you are arrogant about everything,
This life is not over,
My heart is no longer disturbed,
I just want to be free for half my life.
Smile at people when you wake up,
Forget everything in the dream,
No matter how many causes and effects there are,
Drunk alone,
Cry today and laugh tomorrow,
I don’t ask anyone to understand. "
Su Muyun saw Chang Siguo holding the brush like a weapon, opening and closing it on the paper, and she hurriedly walked to the side to watch.
The pulpy calligraphy really made her dare not look directly at it, it was too irritating to her eyes, but the meaningful, straightforward and mysterious words made the woman sing along in her heart without realizing it.
It felt like every word was written to her heart.
By the time she finished reciting the last two lines, "Cry today and laugh tomorrow, I don't ask anyone to understand", the woman's eyes were moistened.
Isn't this what she wrote about herself?
Before the ink could dry, the woman's fingers were already trembling slightly. She couldn't wait to step forward to collect the ink treasure, and bowed to Chang Siguo, "Please give me the title of the poem, Mr. Chang."
"Let's call it Xiao Hongchen."
This name obviously didn't fit the rhythm of the lyrics, but the woman couldn't help herself anymore and said "Thank you" in a trembling voice.
After bowing, he turned around and walked behind the curtain, followed by two maids.
The old grandma did not follow her, but took a deep look at the big black man who had made the young lady so emotional that she rarely lost her temper. She was really desperate to provoke the young lady with such meaningless slang words.
The old nanny took her time and asked the maid to collect the masterpieces written by other monks, then apologized and sent everyone away. She didn't care about their reluctance.
When she returned to the attic where the young lady was temporarily staying, the door was closed and two maids stood guard outside, signaling not to disturb the young lady.
There was a clanging piano sound coming from inside, accompanied by a tearful chant and low voice.
The world of mortals is so ridiculous,
This situation is the most boring,
It doesn’t matter if you are arrogant about everything,
This life is not over,
My heart is no longer disturbed,
I just want to be free for half my life.
s became a literary thief once, and basically didn’t engage in such things in the future. ,,
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