That week everyone stood up and began to talk about their new work, and also solemnly recommended this red-sleeved girl.
Naturally, the audience did not dare to neglect, and they all cheered and agreed.
However, when the music started and Zhou everyone sat back, these people once again entered into a whispering mode.
The topic they were talking about was about "Autumn in the Han Palace" performed by Miss Fan Lou today.
Regardless of Miss Shishi’s makeup today, her singing and dancing, or her dancing, and her magical stage performance.
It has become a topic of discussion among these audiences. As for the lyrics of the girl with red sleeves, to them, it is indeed good.
But the musical performance they saw today had an impact far greater than a mere masterpiece.
Seeing these friends who were invited by him, they were obviously sitting here, but their eyes were wandering.
The topic discussed was closely related to "Autumn in the Han Palace" performed by Miss Fan Lou.
Hearing that Zhou Bangyan was filled with evil feelings, he couldn't bring himself to express his anger, so he could only force a smile and continue to attract these people to support the girl with red sleeves.
After the song was sung, the cheers from the whole hall seemed so weak, and even the enthusiastic comments in the past were not heard.
If the red-sleeved girl, who was sitting there and had put in a lot of effort and practice over and over again for a long time, had not been so good-looking, and these people were all guests who had spent money, she would have really wanted to just walk away.
In my aunt's territory, I don't discuss my aunt's singing, don't comment on Zhou Lang's masterpieces, but just criticize Master Li's musical in Fanlou. Are you here to cause trouble?
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An unsatisfactory feast of appreciation of Zhou's masterpieces ended in an extremely sloppy way.
The guests had already dispersed one after another, either going home or hugging their sweethearts to chat about life and distant places.
Zhou Bangyan was sitting in the girl's room with a helpless face, and his ears were filled with the girl's sobbing voice.
Naturally, the girl with red sleeves would not complain about the example of Zhou Bangyan, a poet and poet, but she would just say that she was too useless.
Surprisingly, such a good libretto could not move all the audience to cheers tonight.
This made Zhou Bangyan very embarrassed. After comforting the girl with red sleeves, he found an excuse and slowly left the boudoir of the girl with a sad face.
Outside the house, the madam saw the desolate-looking Zhou family and hurriedly came forward to greet them.
"Why did everyone Zhou come out? Is it because my daughter is ignorant?"
"No, no, no, I haven't been back home for many days. I just finished dealing with things today, so it's time to go back home for a walk."
The madam nodded with interest and watched Zhou Bangyan walking into the distance, then turned around and got into the room of the red-sleeved girl, trying to comfort the pillar of the red building.
Don't be depressed, you must have strong self-confidence and the ability to resist being beaten. Only in this way can you survive in the cruel competition among courtesans.
So what if you can't compare to Master Li? At least you got Zhou's masterpiece, and you are at least better than most of the lovely people in the Tokyo Goulan Pavilion world.
Over there, the madam was comforting the red-sleeved girl, while here Zhou Bangyan raised his hand and summoned his confidants to follow Zhou Mo, striding towards Wanhong Mansion.
Zhou Mo went up to his master with a confused look on his face and asked him why he suddenly wanted to leave Wenrou Township.
Zhou Bangyan glared angrily at his confidant who was living happier days in Wanhonglou than he was.
"I haven't been back home for many days. I just have nothing to do today. Let's go back and have a look."
After hearing what the master said, Zhou Mo secretly curled his lips, fearing that there was something wrong with today's masterpiece sharing feast, the beauty was displeased, and the old man couldn't bear it and decided to avoid the limelight first.
I don’t even think about it. It was the master who insisted on confronting Fan Lou in the first place. Are you happy now?
Fortunately, Zhou Bangyan was walking at the front and didn't even notice Zhou Mo's disdainful eyes behind him.
Just as the master and servant were walking slowly forward, they suddenly heard the sound of galloping hooves approaching from a distance.
Zhou Bangyan and Zhou Mo turned their heads to look at each other in unison. Then he saw the street behind him, with dozens of riders surrounding a carriage, galloping towards this side.
The other party also discovered this pair of master and servant, and someone even pointed in this direction.
Soon, dozens of people from this group came close and slowly stopped with the familiar carriage.
The car curtain was lifted, revealing a face that was extremely familiar to Zhou Bangyan.
Zhou Bangyan quickly bowed his head and saluted. "I see the official family."
Zhao Ji, an official, was sitting in the carriage, looking at Zhou Bangyan's master and servant playfully, and said with a half-smile.
"You don't have to be polite, Zhou Qing. Didn't Zhou Qing go to the Fan Tower to appreciate "Autumn in the Han Palace" today?"
Upon hearing such a question, Zhou Bangchan's eyelids twitched wildly and his head hung lower and lower.
"I went to visit friends today and did not go to Goulan."
"I see, that's a pity. I went to Fan Tower today and enjoyed a wonderful show.
"Autumn in the Han Palace" is really exciting, especially Wang Zhaojun played by Shishi, who is really lifelike, as if Zhaojun was alive..."
"Speaking of which, the child prodigy Xiao Gao Aiqing is really capable. This musical "Autumn in the Palace of Han Dynasty" was written by him."
"Haha, this is an eleven-year-old child. He can actually write such a sentimental, tender and sad story. I really love him."
"..." Zhou Bangyan stood with his head bowed, and the official Zhao Ji's self-conscious words came to his ears.
Those relatives and friends were whispering in his ears before, and now, Zhao Ji, the official who stole women from him, is also whispering.
These words fell into his ears, making Zhou Bangyan feel extremely humiliated. It was enough to really step on the horse.
Although Zhou Bangyan was complaining crazily in his heart, he did not dare to show it on his face and could only hum and chirp in agreement.
Seeing Zhou Bangyan's appearance, the official Zhao Ji felt secretly happy. After showing off his beloved disciple and his woman, the official Zhao Ji said to Zhou Bangyan.
"It's been some time since Zhou Qing's family returned to Tokyo. I wonder if any masterpieces will be published in these days?"
Zhou Bangyan did not dare to neglect, so he recited the masterpiece he had been inspired by under the bed of the red-sleeved girl on the spot.
This made Zhao Ji, an official, have to admit that the dry and skinny Zhou Qing family still had some talents.
"Yes, you are indeed Zhou Bangyan. It just so happens that I read Wang Jinqing's "Remembering an Old Friend: Candle Shadow Shakes Red" yesterday.
I find the whole poem to be very affectionate and touching, and I love it very much. However, this work is not rich and vivid enough, and I deeply hate it. "
"It just so happens that you, Zhou Qing, have joined the Dasheng Mansion and are good at writing about the love between men and women and the sorrow and sorrow of parting. You can add some words to my words and add to them..."
"..." Zhou Bangyan watched the official Zhao Ji and his entourage leave Yangchang, leaving his master and servant in this deserted street.
Listening to the receding sound of hoofbeats, I thought of the strange words of the official Zhao Ji just now.
Zhou Bangyan's face was ashen as frightening, especially when Zhao Ji, an official, praised the "Autumn in the Han Palace" compiled by the prodigy number one scholar Gao Zhang in front of him.
And the masterpiece he just recited on the spot only received two indifferent comments from him.
This made Zhou Bangyan feel more and more that the officials were pouring salt on his wounds. It is clearly saying that you, Zhou Bangyan, are too old and have expired. That child Gao Zhang is the hope of the literary and art world of the Song Dynasty.
"Master, master, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."
Zhou Mo saw the old man standing there with his hands on his heart, his face was frighteningly white, and he was so frightened that he quickly supported the frail Zhou family.
"I, I have nothing to do. Let's go back home quickly. I just want to have a good sleep at the moment."
Zhou Bangyan waved his hand feebly, gritted his teeth, and took staggering steps toward home.
It's a pity that I didn't bring my own mount here today, although the donkey was a little frustrated as a mount.
After all, it is a tool for transportation. Now that my hands and feet are weak, I don't have to force myself to go on the road.
Even if you go to Goulan Guan Pavilion next time, you must bring it with you.
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Making hot air balloons is not complicated, but you can’t use mud in the hot air balloon basket to build a clay stove, right?
Therefore, if you need a suitable iron stove, the best one is naturally a stove made of hammered iron sheets.
In front of Gao Zhang, there was a completed iron stove placed in front of him, which was made exactly according to the drawings drawn by Gao Zhang.
This iron stove is very well-made and light in weight, making it easy to place in a hanging basket. For fuel, Gao Zhang decided to first use high-quality coke produced by the Gao family's coking workshop.
After all, this Immortal Boat is used to show off to Master Hunjun, not to smear Master Hunjun. After all, it has to be exquisite.
PS: Sorry, sorry, it’s almost the fifth update, my head is spinning as I write it, I’ll continue tomorrow.
Sorry, sorry, it’s almost the fifth update, my head is spinning as I write this, I’ll continue tomorrow.
(End of chapter)
