Tiantang Splendid

Chapter 161 The girl and the maid

Literary youth or something, I hate it the most...

During the banquet, although Fang Jun ate and drank a lot, he was in a bad mood and didn't eat well.

Is it okay to be ridiculed by so many people?
Although Fang Jun repeatedly suppressed his anger, after Chu Suiliang spoke, he couldn't help but slapped them in the face with a word from Liu Yong.

As for whether someone will say something like "words don't convey the meaning" or "how can you know sorrow at a young age", he doesn't care at all.

I just wrote it out, you bite me?
Say I am plagiarism or plagiarism, you have the ability to find the author?Fang Jun is extremely reassured about this, because he absolutely cannot find it...

When he returned to the mansion, he had already eaten dinner, and he was not in the mood to get a hot pot, so he washed and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, he said goodbye to his family and returned to the farm at the foot of Mount Li with a few servants.

Regardless of the song "Wangjiangyue", which set off a wave in Chang'an literary circles, there is quite a kind of free and easy "after I leave, who cares about his floods"...

Tang people are good poetry, this is not sudden.

Since Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty ruled the world and the world became more peaceful, the people were prosperous and the country was prosperous, and literature had the soil for its rise.

At this time, although it has not yet reached its peak, the folk style of good poetry has prevailed, and those famous scholars and scholars in the world are also masters of poetry, and there are countless masterpieces.

But good words are absolutely rare.

This is not to say that Tang people do not love words but poetry, it is a popular issue.

For example, when the whole street sings "The crooked river comes from the sky", it doesn't mean that "Let's swing together" is no one cares...

Ci is a long and short sentence, and the words and sentences are determined by the words and cards. Poetry is not the case. Four characters, seven characters, and five characters.

Poetry is relatively free from the shackles of music, and only pays attention to its own rhythm, while the words are different, and the words are closely related to the popular music at that time.
In ancient times, there was no distinction between poetry, music and dance. From poetry to poetry, it experienced a process from elegance to vulgarity, and reached the interaction between elegance and vulgarity.When the word first emerged, it was not accepted by the upper-class literati, but some people came up with a new way. Even Su Dongpo, who was a progenitor of the word sect, was quite disdainful of the word at that time. He wrote the word and felt that it was different from Liu Yong's style. prejudice.Song people are good at reasoning, so poems are used more for reasoning, while words generally describe life, and they were originally given to singers. Of course, people will think it is vulgar, but with the communication between the refined and the common, in the late Song Dynasty, the words were also Officially recognized by literati.

The most important point: words are poetry!

The people of the Song Dynasty were intimidated when faced with the unattainable cultural peak of Tang poetry, but they eventually created their own literature, which together with Tang poetry will endure forever.

In the Tang Dynasty, most of the folk poems reflected themes such as love and love, so it was unremarkable in the eyes of literati, and was regarded as a poetic path, and generally talented people disdain it, so it is rare When a masterpiece comes out, it is not valued by the world.

Only those who focus on absorbing the artistic strengths of folk songs, such as Bai Juyi and Liu Yuxi, can write some words, which have a simple and natural style and are full of a strong flavor of life.Wen Tingjun and the "Huajian School" of the Five Dynasties, who are famous for their strong and strong rhetoric, have a certain position in the history of ci development.The poems written by Empress Li of the Southern Tang Dynasty after he was captured opened up a new and profound artistic realm, which gave a strong infection to later generations of poets.

But in the final analysis, no matter poetry or ci, as long as they are well written and written to the extreme, they are equally respected, well-known and spread all over the world.

Therefore, as soon as the song "Wangjiangyue" came out, it instantly spread among the various brothels in Chang'an. Almost all the famous prostitutes in the brothels had one share. When the night was cold and sleepless, they ordered one The red candle, take it out and savor it carefully, and reminisce about the ecstasy of parting and sadness, you will not be able to avoid tears, and your pillow will be soaked...

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"Girl, the third watch has passed, why are you still restless?"

The little maid saw her girl leaning against the window, her thin figure was cold and lonely, and she was unfolding the scroll of words she couldn't put down on the table, tasting it carefully, but the more she was thinking about it.It is estimated that there will be no rest for a while, and I am afraid that it will be cold in the middle of the night, so I boiled water and made a cup of tea.

Miss Mingyue supported her jaw with her hands, her poignant and beautiful eyes were a little out of focus. It was not until she heard the gentle words in her ears and smelled the fresh tea fragrance in her nose that she suddenly came back to her senses.

She smiled at her little maid, stretched out her slender hand to take the tea cup, gently lifted the lid, and looked at the emerald green tea leaves floating and sinking in the tea soup, her mood improved inexplicably.

The little maid lost her senses at her girl's showy smile, even if she was also a woman, she was defeated by the peerless style that she inadvertently showed.

Beauty is like jade, natural beauty.

Such a flawless girl, shouldn't she be born with fine clothes and jade food, carefree?She was pampered by her parents and brother when she was a child, loved by men when she grew up, and lived a happy life, because she was a fairy in the sky who was banished from the world, and she will return to the sky sooner or later...

But, why suffer those sufferings?

The little maid bit her lip and looked at the girl's delicate cheeks, feeling a little distressed.

Miss Mingyue did not have the sadness and self-pity of the little maid, she held a white porcelain tea cup in her hands, sniffed the faint tea fragrance, sighed contentedly, and said softly: "I have never drank such fragrant tea before. Woolen cloth."

The little maid also cleaned up her mind, and said proudly as if she offered a treasure: "This is Chu Shishu specially ordered his servant to send it, saying that the market has already raised five thousand dollars a pound, and there is still no market for it, other girls are not so good. Good luck! It is said that it seems that the new tea-making method was developed by the Fang Jia Erlang today."

Fang Jiajirou?

Miss Mingyue was stunned for a moment. She looked at the scroll on the table subconsciously, and murmured, "Is it actually him? This is such a big fortune..."

It's strange that the beautiful and refined girl Mingyue, who doesn't seem to eat the fireworks of the world, actually said such a vulgar word...

What's even more strange is that the little girl didn't feel any sense of disobedience, and whispered: "The method of glass was offered to His Majesty, and in a blink of an eye, a new method of making tea was created. This person is really amazing, is it the God of Wealth? Reincarnation?"

As he spoke, his eyes rolled around, apparently thinking of something.

Master and servant, Miss Mingyue is very smart, how can you not know the mind of the little maid?
Angrily and funny, he stretched out his spring-like index finger and poked her forehead lightly, and said softly, "Do you want me to sell your girl to that Fang Erlang?"

The little maid rubbed her forehead, stuck out her tongue, and smiled embarrassedly: "How dare you slave maid..."

Miss Mingyue rolled her eyes at her and said angrily, "Then what the hell are you doing?"

Seeing that her own girl didn't mean to be angry, the little maid said softly: "Isn't it true that Fang Erlang is quite talented, he really likes to write! Seeing that the New Year's Day is coming, if you can let him write a song Shi Yu, as long as you have such a level, coupled with the girl's beautiful singing and dancing skills, wouldn't the name of the oiran come easily? You can also finish the task early and go back to your hometown..."

Miss Mingyue's pretty face suddenly became cold, and she reprimanded: "Be careful!"

The little maid was startled, realized that she had made a slip of the tongue, and hurriedly ran to the door, gently opened the door, and looked around at no one, then took a breath, and ran back in relief.

Miss Mingyue's beautiful eyes were once again mesmerized.

How long have you been home?

No one went to pay homage to clean up the graves of Mom and Dad. Is it overgrown with weeds?
And the elder brother who always appears in his dreams... Carrying a mountain of blood debt and inheriting a heavy hope, is he okay?

The room was silent.

The tea cup in her hand has gradually turned cold, and Miss Mingyue looked down at the green tea and said lightly, "Let me know about Fang Erlang's recent itinerary and where he frequents."

The little maid knew that the girl had agreed to her suggestion, and was a little excited. The chick nodded her head as if eating rice and agreed.

Miss Mingyue was a little surprised and asked curiously, "Why are you so happy?"

"Uh..." The little girl was taken aback, is it obvious?

Hurry up to cover up: "I just thought that the girl would be a blockbuster at the Hua Kui Conference, so I'm happy!"

Miss Mingyue didn't believe it, her pink lips drew a seductive arc, and teased, "My little sister... Could it be that she is thinking of spring?"

"what?"

The little maid was said to be blushing and embarrassed: "Where is it?"

Miss Mingyue's brows and eyes were smiling, she saw that the little girl felt guilty for a while, and lowered her head...

"Like a young bridal chambermaid,

Temporary reunion, farewell as before.

At the threshold of the small building, it was the season of last year.

Thousands of miles of clear light are still the same, Nai Ye Yong, I hate people absolutely..."

How can you understand the pain of lovesickness and the pain of helplessness without going through a parting person?
(End of this chapter)