On the stage, the little maid smiled and asked: "I wonder which poem can be the first one tonight?"
"Who is this person? Who is it...?"
"No need to ask, just this one, this poem is number one, we are all convinced. Not to mention it is number one tonight, it is not an exaggeration to say that this poem is the best in recent years, but I don't know why Which brother wrote the poem?"
"Yes, let's announce it as soon as possible..."
Everyone was talking excitedly and curiously, urging the little maid on the stage to tell who did it.
The helpless little maid could only raise the rice paper with poems written on it in her hand and said to the audience: "See for yourselves..."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone rushed forward...
It turned out that the little maid didn't know who the other party was.
Everyone turned their heads, you looked at me, I looked at you, they all looked weird... because this brother's calligraphy seemed to be a little inconsistent with the level of his poetry...
But who could it be?
Time passed quickly, flying by among everyone's talking and searching.
"Thank you all for coming to my poetry meeting today. I am very grateful. Now that it is getting late, I am also a little tired..."
Everyone present blinked and no one moved, because everyone who came tonight was drunk and not interested in drinking. They were all waiting to see who Liu Rushi left alone, and at the same time, they all expected it to be. By yourself, you can have a candlelit night talk.
Liu Rushi was a little shy when she saw this, and immediately said: "Young ladies, please forgive me for being rude..."
With that said, she got up and left the scene.
Lin Pingzhi saw that his master had left, but everyone present was sitting still and didn't understand what it meant. He stood up and stretched his waist and said, "My master has gone... you are still here." What are you doing here..."
The person next to him looked at him with an ambiguous expression and said, "Brother, if you are in a hurry, you should leave first. We are all a little tired, so just sit down and wait."
Damn it, how can you still play like this? Although it was Lin Pingzhi's first time attending such a gathering and he didn't quite understand the rules, seeing everyone's reaction, he still didn't know what was going on.
At this time, the little maid on the stage ran over and whispered to Lin Pingzhi: "Master, please come with me..."
Lin Pingzhi was stunned for a moment, and then he understood. He was also a little happy in his heart, and quickly followed the steps of the little maid. At the same time, he shouted in his heart: "It's cool, it's cool, it's cool, look at me beating everyone else and winning the Oiran title." . '
Several people in the audience even said in disbelief: "Girl, you've got the wrong person, right?" They just couldn't figure out why they chose such a person...
The little maid stopped and asked in confusion: "It's this young master... Isn't he wrong?"
Those people were immediately discouraged and murmured: "I knew it. That poem must have been written by this brother...that is, he wrote the words..."
Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally they all watched Lin Pingzhi jumping up and down and following the little maid into the attic. Suddenly, everyone felt as if their cabbage had been taken advantage of.
Wu Yingxiong's face was already extremely gloomy. He proposed this competition, but he was the one who got slapped in the face in the end...
I'm really embarrassed today.
"groove."
After thinking for a long time, the more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and finally I couldn't help but curse.
No matter how uncomfortable everyone present was, Lin Pingzhi was extremely excited. It was his first time to participate in such a high-end game, and he was actually chosen as the Oiran. He was so excited.
Following the little maid into Liu Rushi's boudoir, she saw her sitting on the bed with tears on her face.
Seeing this scene, Lin Pingzhi's happy mood suddenly tightened... What is this situation...?
After seeing the visitor, Liu Rushi wiped the tears from her eyes and said shyly and timidly: "If this young master is willing to be entrusted with me for the rest of his life, I don't know that this young master is willing to take a concubine..."
Happiness came so quickly... Lin Pingzhi was still a little unable to react...
Seeing that Lin Pingzhi was unmoved, Liu Rushi thought that the other party disliked her... Suddenly her eyes were filled with water and she said: "Young master, I have decided to entrust you to me for life... If you don't agree... then I will be with you for the rest of my life... We can only take one step first..." As he said that, he took out a dagger from under the pillow and stabbed himself in the chest.
"Fuck——!" Do high-end games play like this...? Commit suicide if you don't agree with each other...?
After thinking about it, Lin Pingzhi hit Liu Rushi's wrist with a flick of his finger. He immediately felt his wrist go numb and the dagger fell to the ground...
"Master, what do you mean by this...Since you are unwilling to accept me, why are you trying to save me now..."
This time Lin Pingzhi didn't dare to be stunned at all, and said quickly: "Ahem...ahem, Miss Liu, don't get excited yet, let me ask you a few questions..."
"Sir, may I ask..."
"Do you know me?"
"do not know."
"What does Miss Liu have to hide...?"
"No.."
"Then someone is coercing you..."
"nor.."
"and you..."
"Young Master, what do you want to ask? You might as well be direct. I will definitely tell you everything."
"Okay, then let me ask you, why did you choose me...that poem...?"
"Um..."
"But that poem was not written by me..."
"I know...because that poem was written by me in my early years..."
"Then since you know why...you still..."
"Because this man is a young master..."
"But, it's not what I did, I just copied the girl's..."
Liu Rushi suddenly sighed and said, "Master, do you know the meaning of my name..."
"If I hear...?"
"Exactly..." Does that young master know the name of this poem...
"Is it the Spring I Listening Room...?" Lin Pingzhi asked tentatively. In fact, he had also forgotten the name of this poem.
"Exactly, does the young master know the meaning of this poem...?" When he said this sentence, Liu Rushi's eyes revealed a different concern and deep meaning for Lin Pingzhi than before.
After pondering for a moment, Lin Pingzhi said: "There is a cold wave of hatred, and the ruthless lingering light is the Xiaoxiao Nanpu. I remember the past romance, and I feel sad about it. Even though there is a lot of money, I draw a row around the embankment, but the coldness is gone, and the water clouds are still the same. It should be Miss Liu. His life experience...and the experience of this life..."
Yes, I wonder if you can elaborate...
Lin Pingzhi thought about the memories of his previous life. He was not sure, so he could only search through scattered memories of his previous life. He remembered that this poem was Liu Rushi's long-melody masterpiece, and the words used intricate allusions with ancient meanings, which showed that he The so-called "Yong Liu" expresses Liu Rushi's own life experience to a large extent. The cold willow catkins seem to be the incarnation of the poet. The upper column clearly writes about willows and secretly writes about life's experiences. There is a cold wave of hatred and a ruthless afterglow. It is Xiaoxiao Nanpu." The first two sentences make people feel the atmosphere of coldness and depression. "There is regret" and "merciless" are used in " "Cold wave" and "afterglow" are actually exaggerating the situation of Nanpu's "cold willow" and lamenting one's own desolation. The beginning of this word sets the location in such an environment that makes people easily feel sad. Such a farewell place, and such an autumn dusk, with the setting sun hanging in the west, desolate and accompanied by the cold wind.
One of the lines is, "When the wind blows, the frost strips are lone shadows. I still remember the old days of flying catkins."
The word "solitary" adds a touch of helplessness and loneliness to this desolate environment - in this cold wave and afterglow, the autumn wind suddenly picks up, and the already depressed and desolate willow branches sway, and it seems that there is still something to be seen in the swaying. To the way catkins were flying and dancing in the spring light. The poet used this technique to write down all the sad autumn and sad spring, depicting a desolate and gloomy state, and fully describing Liu Rushi's loneliness and helpless mood in his own life.
She used the image of "catkins", which have no roots and stems and are allowed to be blown down by the wind, drifting randomly, which often makes people feel pity and fall in love with the person because of chanting "Yantai Poems". The allusion here is concise but full of meaning. It not only implies that the poet and Chen Zilong became close friends through poetry and singing, but also spent a good time in his life with the Songjiang celebrity poetry and wine gathering, which is a part of his unfortunate life. Bright color, "When I came late in the evening, when the mist was setting in the sun, I saw a traveler, and my waist was as thin as a dance. There was always a feeling of desolation, very haggard, and there are still some beautiful words from Yantai." She used Liu Liu to laugh at herself, lamenting the passing of time, and she was filled with boredom in her heart. , I wanted to sue, but I didn’t. Because this period of life had given her a lot of comfort in her life, she still couldn't help crying when she recalled this period of life many years later.
And "Spring turns into autumn rain." This sentence not only inherits the conclusion of the previous poem, but also paves the way for the following reminiscences. The brief acquaintance and love with Chen Zilong brought some comfort to the poet's gloomy life and was a bright spot in his unfortunate life. However, this short-term happiness buried such pain for the future. The sentence "Autumn Rain" describes all the changes in life.
The second chapter mainly uses memories of the past to write about the persistence of love. "Thinking about the romantic past, I feel sad like this. Even though I have a lot of money, I go around the embankment and draw the boat, but it is completely deserted, and the water and clouds are still the same." The poet thinks about the past, regrets the present, and writes about the pain of lovesickness. Painting the boat is originally a thing of joy, but Even if I have it, I am still the same person as before, maybe a little more lonely and lonely, all because I no longer have the company of my lover.
"Recalling the past, a bit of east wind, separated by heavy curtains, my eyebrows are sad." The word "dongfeng" here alludes to the former lover Chen Zilong, and "my eyebrows are sad" expresses the poet's heartbroken mood of missing his lover. "Although we know each other, we must say goodbye." Lovers who are close friends are destined not to stay together for life. This is such a sad thing.
"I'm going to make an appointment with Meihun. The moonlight is pale at dusk. Whisper to Yi Shenlian." She borrowed the story from Tang Xianzu's "The Purple Hairpin" to express her feelings to her lover. How to solve the endless troubles in her heart, I'm afraid she has to ask her lover. A close friend will tell you clearly. Liu Rushi quoted "Plum Soul" to imagine herself and her lover as characters in the play, hoping to be reunited one day, and then "whispering to Yi Shenlian".
Anyway, Liu Rushi's words are "thick and graceful, with extremely sad and beautiful feelings", using Liu as a metaphor for himself, so it is truly touching, sad and moving. She writes about her emotional experiences with the delicate feelings of a woman, expressing her longing for the person who left her and her sadness at not being able to stay with her lover. She gives people an insight into her unfortunate life experiences, as well as her steadfastness and perseverance in love and her unyielding to fate in difficult situations. Finally, he said with emotion: "I saw how charming Qingshan was, and I didn't expect Qingshan to be so charming when he saw me."
"Then the young master still doesn't know what I mean...?"
Hearing this, Lin Ping sighed in embarrassment and said, "But Miss Liu knows nothing about me..."
"Can the young master see this with his true face?"
"Ah...?" It seems that the game has gone too far. This time it is Lin Pingzhi's turn to be an idiot. If he had known better, he would have just pushed it to the point...
How did she know she had a fake face...
Seeing that Lin Pingzhi had not made any move for a long time, Liu Rushi smiled softly and said: "Young Master understands Ru Shi so well, but why don't you see me with my true face now...Young Master should know that I have no ill intentions."
"To pick or not to pick...?" Lin Pingzhi, who was undecided, thought in his mind: "To pick, not to pick... to pick... not to pick..." Finally settled on picking... simply Lin Pingzhi suddenly took off his mask, revealing the handsome face under the mask.
Seeing this, Liu Rushi was slightly surprised and immediately lowered his head, his eyelashes drooped and his face was slightly red.
What is going on...?
This is how high-end games are played...?
So exciting?
....
At this moment, somewhere inside the flower boat...
Rows of rooms with closed doors.
In the middle of the rooms on both sides, there was a festive carpet on the floor. In one room, all the chairs, beds and cabinets were overturned...
In the corner on one side of the room, there is a huge mirror...
On the opposite side of the mirror, a woman in a light green dress was sitting on the ground with a pale face, and the corners of her mouth were bloodshot...
Next to her, there were several tall men standing, one of whose hands was tightly grasping the delicate wrist of her right hand.
The room was even more silent.
This tall man was like a stone sculpture, standing quietly vigilant and motionless.
The woman sat there paralyzed, without any strength to struggle.
The windows are also closed tightly, and the air is no longer circulating.
"boom--!"
The door was suddenly opened by a strong force. .
Immediately, a figure flashed in.
"Shua——!"
The strong men guarding the room also pounced on him at the same time, slashing with the daggers in their hands. Their cooperation was flawless.
But before the dagger could get close to the intruder, these strong men sensed something was wrong.
Before they could react, the daggers in their hands broke. These daggers were broken by force. The figure that came in had a layer of strong wind around its body, which forcefully broke the daggers in the hands of these people.
Before these people could react, they saw this figure passing by at an extremely fast speed... and even leaving behind a series of afterimages. He was just a little bit between the eyebrows of these people, and these people were very worried. It hit the opposite wall and fell to the floor.
He died instantly.
