Zhao Xun is a typical image of a handsome young man, with excellent appearance.
Although he doesn't look like Pan An, he is still considered to be an outstanding leader among the nobles' children.
In addition, he had just solved a major case, and it was a time of great success, and his brows showed a lot of heroic spirit.
Han Miaoyi never took her eyes away from Zhao Xun.
Over the years in Fengyuechang, she has met countless people.
I have seen high-ranking officials, princes, grandsons, and all kinds of people.
But I have never seen someone as perfect as Zhao Xun.
Han Miaoyi opened her red lips lightly and faintly uttered the word "yes".
Then his green fingers gently plucked the strings and started playing and singing.
Da Zhou's music and lyrics are a little inferior to his poems, but there are also good works.
The song played by Han Miaoyi is the most popular theme of feud between friends nowadays.
The name of the word card is fixed, and the poet fills in the words according to the fixed rhyme of the word card. After filling in the words, the kabuki sings it.
I have to say that Han Miaoyi's voice is very special. It is neither rough nor sharp. It is long and has a touch of purity, just like the sound of water droplets dripping on the lake.
Her singing is delicate and turns over and over again, like resentment, admiration, weeping and complaining.
Zhao Xun couldn't help but sigh, the level of playing and singing in this era is really not low, and Han Miaoyi performed this piece to perfection.
Zhao Xun was immersed in the music and still didn't react until the song ended.
It was Han Miaoyi who asked softly: "Mr. Zhao, is this song played by the slave family satisfactory to Mr. Zhao?"
Zhao Xun suddenly pulled away, nodded slightly and said: "This song can only be heard in heaven, and can only be heard several times in the world."
It was a sentence he said casually, but Han Miaoyi was startled when she heard it, and murmured: "This song should only exist in heaven, and it can only be heard in the world several times. Good poetry, really good poetry. Su." I heard that Mr. Zhao is very talented in poetry, and today the slave family has seen it."
There is nothing wrong with what Han Miaoyi said.
Poetry should be written casually and should not be too formulaic or pretentious.
These two sentences that Zhao Xun made on the spot can better reflect his strength to a certain extent.
I have to say that Zhao Xun is a docile donkey, and Han Miaoyi can handle Zhao Xun very well.
Poetry is something that comes easily to Zhao Xun, it just depends on whether he is willing to do it.
He felt that Han Miaoyi was a good match and he felt very comfortable staying with her, so he squinted his eyes slightly and chanted:
"The cicadas are mournful. It's late in the pavilion, and the shower has just stopped. There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent. I am nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging me to go. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, I am speechless and choked. Thinking about it, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is sinking in the sky. .
Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? "
The whole poem was recited in one go, and Han Miaoyi, who had been praising it just now, was stunned.
She knew that Zhao Xun was talented, but she didn't know that Zhao Xun was so talented.
The whole poem written by Zhao Xun can be said to be a perfect combination, perfect and seamless. In terms of rhyme and rhyme, it perfectly matches the word brand Yulinling.
"What a sentence about holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, but I was speechless and choked. What a sentence about the willow bank, the dawn wind and the waning moon. The scene of separation and separation, was written by Mr. Zhao."
An oiran like Han Miaoyi has a very strong art appreciation ability. She has been cultivated in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child. Although she is not necessarily top-notch, she is still above the standard.
Looking at the entire Zhou Dynasty, this Yulin bell is ranked at the forefront.
At this moment, in this situation, Han Miaoyi's eyes when she looked at Zhao Xun became affectionate, like a beautiful woman looking at a talented man.
Zhao Xun was secretly happy to see Mrs. Han boasting like this.
He thought to himself, if you like to listen to the words, I will let you listen to them to your heart's content.
"Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, I am speechless, who can rely on my thoughts.
I plan to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the strong music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty. "
The song "Die Lian Hua" completely ignited Han Huakui's emotions.
"The belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi..."
She repeated this sentence over and over again, and for a moment she became obsessed with it.
It is true that this poem has various interpretations, but the shallowest and most direct interpretation is loyalty to a lover.
Han Miaoyi obviously got this, and was completely immersed in the atmosphere and couldn't extricate herself.
"All scene language is love language. It was precisely because of seeing Lady Han that Zhao was able to compose these two poems."
Zhao Xun raised the wine glass and took a sip, then laughed and said, "I wonder if it will suit Miss Han's wishes?"
These words touched Han Miaoyi's heart.
She grew up in Sanjiang Pavilion, and all she saw were drunkards and young men who came to have fun.
Even if some people are in love, they probably forget about it after one night.
True love and lovers are too far away for Han Miaoyi.
But that's why her yearning for this kind of thing has reached the point of madness.
The less you can get, the more you want.
How Han Miaoyi wished she had such a beloved person so that both parties could express their feelings to each other.
"These two poems by Young Master Zhao are among the best that I have ever heard in my life."
Han Miaoyi pursed her lips slightly, and then said softly: "Master, please wait a moment, I will play another song for you."
Han Miaoyi did not play the guqin this time, but fetched a pipa.
Zhao Xun noticed that this pipa was not the four-string pipa that was common in later generations, but a five-string pipa.
Although there is only one string difference, the tone and range are completely different.
Zhao Xun couldn't help but sigh that the Zhou Dynasty really had the style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and even the musical instruments were so similar.
Unexpectedly, he could experience the splendor of the Tang Dynasty in a completely different world after traveling through time.
Han Miaoyi is indeed a genius in folk music. Not only does he play the guqin extremely well, but he also plays the pipa extremely well.
Zhao Xun entered the country soon. Han Miaoyi understood him very well and could always arouse his emotions. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a close friend.
"The hills overlap and the golden light fades, and the clouds on the temples want to see the fragrant snow on the cheeks. I am too lazy to paint my eyebrows, and it is too late to put on makeup and wash up. When looking at the flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflect each other. The new post is embroidered with ruffles, and there are both golden partridges."
Unable to control his emotions, Zhao Xun blurted out a song called "Bodhisattva Man" and chanted the lyrics after playing the song.
This time Han Miaoyi completely shocked Zhao Xun into a heavenly being.
In the boudoir, a young woman wakes up but is too lazy to get up.
She was lying on the bed with a lot of thoughts, feeling the pain of love.
After a long time, she got up and put on makeup, slowly and slowly, fearing that sloppy makeup would affect her natural beauty and peerless appearance.
After putting on makeup, she looked at the bronze mirror and compared it, but she couldn't help but sigh, who would look better with heavy makeup and light makeup?
A man dies for a man who knows himself, and a woman looks good for a man who pleases her.
She couldn't find a beautiful woman and couldn't see hope, so she felt that her life was boring.
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