After Song Ci finished speaking, he glanced at Gu Jinghong as if he was showing weakness.
Gu Jinghong nodded slightly and stopped pursuing him.
A smile suddenly appeared on Li Siyu's face: "Wow! Teacher Song is going to tell us a story again? The story of the Daughter Kingdom last time was very interesting. I am still feeling uncomfortable because of the king's request!"
Wang Yin is particularly interested in the stories of Song poetry.
When she heard Song Ci said that she wanted to tell another story, she immediately ran to her room, took out her small notebook, held the pen, and prepared to record Song Ci's story with anticipation.
Tang Shi got up and went to the kitchen to wash some fruits.
Shen Xidao raised his thumb at Song Ci: "Brother Song, I just like to see you bragging! It's just... hot in Thai pants!"
Song Hongdou rolled her eyes at Song Ci and said, "You're not going to tell a love story tonight, are you?"
Song Cidao showed a mysterious smile: "What do you think?"
In the monitoring room, Li Weicai and others calmed down and showed expectant expressions.
Song Ci slowly said: "This story happened in a dynasty called Song. It is different from the dynasties in our history. This dynasty faced serious foreign invasion..."
Song Ci spent five minutes briefly telling everyone the background of the story.
The smart Li Siyu raised his hand and asked: "Teacher Song, the story of Journey to the West, the Daughter's Kingdom, you told us last time, said it happened in the Tang Dynasty, so the question is, is there any relationship between the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty? ?”
Song Ci nodded and said: "You can simply understand that after the demise of the Tang Dynasty, after decades of warlord wars, the dynasty that once again unified the world was the Song Dynasty!"
Tang Shi sighed: "Are you writing a historical novel?"
Gu Jinghong said: "Hurry up and tell a story!"
Song Ci sat up straight and said: "The story begins in the seventh year of Xuanhe. Our protagonist Lu You was born on a boat."
"In the winter of the same year, the Jin soldiers went south and captured Bianjing in the second year of Jingkang."
"This is the shame of Jingkang. This is how the Northern Song Dynasty perished."
Wang Yin took notes carefully, and did not forget to comment: "Teacher Song, you are too bad for being an emperor of an imaginary dynasty, right? There is no such a bad emperor in our history!"
Song Ci waved his hand, straightened his face, and said, "Don't interrupt me, do you still want to hear the story?"
"Lu You married his cousin Tang Wan when he was nineteen years old. The couple has a very good relationship. It can be said that they are in harmony with each other. They are living a life like a couple of gods and gods."
"But the good times did not last long. Lu You's mother was strongly opposed to their marriage. In that era, Lu You had no way to resist his mother, so in the end he and Logan had to divorce!"
Hearing this, Gu Jinghong immediately clicked his tongue twice and said, "No one can stop whoever I like, not even my parents!"
Song Hongdou nodded in agreement: "That's right. In our era, we must have freedom of love!"
Song Ci continued: "...and ten years later, after going through the ups and downs of the Song Dynasty court, Lu You came to Shen Garden, where he met his ex-wife."
"At this moment, Tang Wan is already married to Zhao Shicheng."
"This Zhao Shicheng really likes Tang Wan. As a royal family member, Zhao Shicheng withstood the pressure from the entire clan, did not care about the boring worldly opinions, and confided his love to Tang Wan. Moved by sincerity .”
"Logan finally agreed to marry him."
"However, ten years later, among the long green grass of Shen Garden, Tang Wan's heart, which had been silent for many years, was once again stirred by Lu You."
"At this moment, Lu You's heart is full of mixed feelings. Countless people, countless things, and countless pasts all flash before Lu You's eyes. He wrote a poem in Shen Yuan."
When Song Ci said this, he paused, raised his hand to pick up the water glass, and took a calm sip of water.
"What words did you write?"
"Speak quickly, you are really anxious!"
"Teacher Song, we don't want you to be so appetizing! Say it now!"
"Hurry up, don't wait any longer!"
Song Ci cleared his throat and said: "The title of this poem is "The Hairpin Head Phoenix"."
【Red hands. Huangdi wine. The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil. The joy is thin. Many years separated, my mind full of sorrow. Wrong, wrong, wrong! 】
Song Ci read out a series of poems.
Here, it suddenly became quiet.
Wang Yin's pen moved swiftly and quickly recorded in his pen.
However, although I heard two words clearly, I didn't know which word the Song lyrics were written in, so I had to temporarily scribble a word with the same sound and put it there.
Song Ci changed his posture, crossed his legs, and continued:
【Spring is as old as ever. People are empty and thin. The tear stains are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall. Xianchi Pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Momomo! 】
Bada.
This was the sound of the pen in Wang Yin's hand falling to the ground.
She quickly picked it up again.
Others seemed to have not seen this scene at all.
Everyone's eyes were a little vacant.
In front of everyone's eyes, there seemed to be such a desolate figure, wandering alone in Shen Garden, hesitant to move forward.
"Awesome!!" Shen Xi shouted.
Oh shit!
Teacher Song, why are you so awesome!
These Thai pants are also hot!
Tang Shi took a deep breath and stared at Song Ci: "Old Song, is this poem original to you?"
Gu Jinghong turned sideways and looked at Song Ci directly, as if it was the first day he knew Song Ci: "This poem is so amazing! It is better than many ancient poems I have read. Amazing!"
Li Siyu's eyes were full of peach blossoms and he hesitated to speak.
But her heart was beating very fast.
Song Hongdou touched the side of her face and felt that her face was slightly hot.
This is not a sick fever.
But because of excitement.
Because dopamine in the body is secreted uncontrollably.
Wang Yin said excitedly: "This poem is definitely written by Song Ci teacher! I have never heard it before!"
In the monitoring room, Li Weicai and his team were stunned and asked, "Is this a travel program or a poetry program?"
Song Ci looked at the crowd, showing a slightly sighing expression, and said: "And after Tang Wan saw this song "The Hairpin Head Phoenix", he made another song "The Hairpin Head Phoenix"."
【The world is thin and human beings are evil. When the rain comes and evening comes, flowers tend to fall. At dawn, the wind has dried, and there are still traces of tears. I want to write down my thoughts, but I can't speak alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult! 】
【People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing. The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, I am afraid of being asked, so I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Hide it, hide it, hide it! 】
Bada.
Wang Yin's pen fell off again.
