who is he?
Shui Qingying captured her spirit, temporarily arranged the problems in her heart, and continued to play, but her mind was no longer on the performance. After playing for a while, the tune jumped to the end. After a melodious voice, Shui Qingying was sitting on the platform slowly rose back and disappeared. The woman playing below put away the instruments, took off the scarf covered on her face, and walked on the stage for a week before she shyly walked back upstairs, leaving behind a lot of autumn waves.
The Qingying girl is not a good person, but the rest of the women can pick up customers. These dozens of women are all pretty and charming, and have good talents and skills. They cannot be favored by Miss Shui Qingying. Finding a few substitutes is also a good choice. At that time, many customers waved their hands to attract servants on the side, asking about the news about these women, and asking them to introduce them to them.
At this time, a middle-aged beautiful woman walked down from the second floor, stood on the stage she had performed just now, and said with a smile: Thank you all the guests for visiting Linxianfang. Many of the guests here are old acquaintances, and they must have known each other. However, I will introduce myself. Li Niang, the girl is responsible for managing Linxianfang. If she just fell in love with a girl on the boat, she will just talk to me later... But before this, it was still the same rule. Please speak freely. Qingying and the rest of the girls are listening upstairs. If any young master talks about the intention of the girl in the middle of Qingying, you can go up to the third floor to talk to Qingying.Today, Miss Qingying wants to hear your opinions on the song she just played.
Today’s question is relatively simple, maybe you have a chance!
As soon as Li Niang finished speaking, everyone below started to discuss it privately.
These two conversations were obviously regular guests, and their infinite admiration for Shui Qingying was revealed in their words. After whispering, they began to speak enthusiastically.
Most of the literati and talented people in the boat were very knowledgeable about music, and the atmosphere immediately became active. Li Niang asked everyone who was eager to try to get up and speak in order. Liu Lang often experienced this kind of discussion in the palace, but all the participants were everyone at that time. Compared with them, the comments of these talented people here were too superficial and uninnovative. They were just saying some admiration and praise, and at most some evaluations of techniques, which were not attractive at all. Liu Lang was too lazy to talk with these people, and looked sideways at the night view outside the window.
Shui Qingying attracted the maid next to her and gave a few instructions in her ear. The maid nodded and walked downstairs quietly, and said a few words in Li Niang's ear.
A hint of surprise appeared in Li Niang's eyes, she focused her eyes on Liulang, and continued: I found that the young master by the window seemed to have something to say, but he might not be used to the atmosphere here and wanted to speak. Now most of the wise men on the ship have expressed their opinions. What are the opinions of this young master?
Liulang heard Chai Mingge's reminder and turned his attention back. Then he found that everyone's eyes were focused on him. In helpless, he smiled bitterly, stood up and bowed and said: Maybe it would disappoint Li Niang. I don't have any insights on the rhythm.
Many people around immediately showed contempt. Here, everyone wanted to show their best side to show their extraordinaryness and be happy with the beauty. Here, modesty is synonymous with incompetence. Not only are the colleagues around, but even the girls here are quite knowledgeable about music. Qingying girls rarely take the initiative to invite guests to express their opinions, but most of the invited people are talented people. Unfortunately, they took a look at it. It turned out to be an embroidered pillow.
Zhang Bainian also showed a mocking expression in his eyes. He originally thought that the invitation was his own, but after the maid of Qingying Girl upstairs said a few words in Li Niang's ear, Li Niang immediately invited the person to express her opinion, undoubtedly out of the opinion of Qingying Girl.
Although he didn't care much about this Shui Qingying, the feeling of something he was determined to get was taken away by someone made him very unhappy. This might be the selfish side of a man. Therefore, when Liulang said that he was not good at music, the mocking expression on his face was particularly obvious.
Liulang didn't understand the rules of the pleasure boat. Seeing that many people around him showed contempt when they heard him say this, he realized that they could not be humble in such a place of romance. Especially after seeing Zhang Bainian's villain's successful face, he felt very annoyed, and his desire to win suddenly arises, and said calmly: Although there is no Gao Jian, when I heard the play of the Qingying Girl just now, I might be able to reconcile with the Qingying Girl song.
Listening to Liulang's words, many people nowadays put away their contempt expressions. This era is due to the development stage of ci, and there are no professional cisists. Ci and poetry are different. Poetry only needs to pay attention to the level and tone, and use words to write sentences. However, ci also needs to add the combination of rhythm, the turning point of five tones, and the ups and downs of seven lines on this basis. This is a very professional thing.
After ordinary literati write a poem, they mostly ask professional musicians to play it in a musical way. People like Liulang who listen to it and then speak and say that they can write lyrics are either confused or have real talents and knowledge.
Liulang looked up at the second floor and bowed and said, "You should also ask the Qingying girl to play the last fold of the tune she just played again, so that she can sing the concert on the spot."
Everyone calmed down. The upstairs was quiet for a moment, and a melodious music sounded, which was the climax of the tune just now.
Liulang closed his eyes and brewed his emotions, and then sang aloud with the melody of the piano: The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, the waves wash away the heroes, the right and wrong, success and failure turn to nothing, the green mountains are still there, the sunset is red several times!
The white-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river bank are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. They are happy to meet each other in a pot of turbid wine. How many things happen in ancient and modern times are all laughing!
Liulang first despised himself for stealing his works from later generations, and then walked back to his seat and sat down.
But to be honest, when he listened to Shui Qingying playing, the first thing that came to his mind was indeed the song "Xijiang Yue" by Yang Shen, a Ming man. Whether it is the rhythm or the artistic conception to be expressed, they are in line with and very accurate, just like tailor-made.
After a moment of silence, the cheers sounded loudly, and most of the people present were people who knew the goods. As soon as the song Xijiang Yue appeared, someone shouted at me now. Several people carrying the four treasures of the study quickly took out their pens and ink and wrote down the words they had just heard one by one, for fear of forgetting.
Even Zhang Bainian, who has always been conceited, couldn't find any shortcomings. He muttered the words and sat down dejectedly, obviously in great chaos.
Shui Qingying couldn't help but tremble when she watched Liulang's slightly desolate chanting, and felt that the lyrics seemed to be prepared specifically for her song.
She thought of her life experience. When she was young, she was carefree and her family with a high status made her beloved. However, once she changed a lot, she became a slave to a devastated country, wandering around like a dog that was lost. She was not a little stable until she arrived in the Southern Tang Dynasty, but she could only rely on fireworks for the time being. However, this industry was not smooth. There were countless gentle beasts who were greedy for her appearance and talent. If it weren't for the special atmosphere of the Qinhuai River and the desperate protection of the servants around her, how could she still play the piano and accept the praises of everyone?
Right and wrong, success and failure turn out to be empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times!
How good this is said, only those who have suffered mutations can make such words and sentences. Thinking of this, Shui Qingying felt that the distance between him and this young man was much closer.
Shui Qingying came to her senses from her memories, and her slender jade hand stroked the strings, and a row of crisp sounds appeared. Many regular customers here knew that this was the signal that Shui Qingying selected the person, and they all looked at Liulang with envious eyes.
Li Niang looked at Liulang and smiled: The young master is really a real person. I haven’t asked him what to call him?
Liulang smiled and said: Just call me the Sixth Master.
Li Niang nodded and smiled: It turned out to be the sixth young master. My Qingying girl invited the young master to go upstairs and ask her to enjoy the glory!
Liulang nodded and smiled: Since this is the case, it is better to obey orders than respect. I'm sorry to lead the way in front of Li Niang.
After instructing Chai Mingge to wait downstairs, he followed Li Niang to walk upstairs.
After several turns, I arrived at the door of Shui Qingying's boudoir. Li Niang pointed inside and said: Sixth Master, please come in. The Qingying girl is waiting for the young master.
Liulang nodded, lifted the curtain at the door, and walked in.
Liulang looked around and found that this was a two-in-one house. The outer room was a place to meet guests, and the inner room was naturally a place to rest. The room was large, but it was very empty. It didn't look like a woman's room at all. There were several rows of bookshelves on the walls around him, filled with various books, most of which were about the piano.
The windows are very big, but it is winter, and it is not opened, but a thick curtain is pulled up. There are charcoal basins in all four corners of the room, which makes the house look like spring.
Liulang's heart moved, and Xi Zifuyao's keen feeling of the innate map felt the slight fluctuations of the nearby true qi, and was secretly observing his actions. It seemed that a master was secretly protecting the Shui Qingying in the cabin.
This further adds to Liulang's curiosity about Shui Qingying's identity.
There was also a circle of curtains hanging in the middle of the room, wrapping the center of the room like a silkworm cocoon. I could only vaguely see a beautiful figure inside, sitting on the mat and silently, not knowing what I was thinking.
Liulang had just seen Shui Qingying's figure and knew that it was Shui Qingying inside. Judging from the layout of this room, Shui Qingying is a very cautious person. No matter where and where, he is preparing for himself, layer after layer of precautions, even in her boudoir.
People with this personality generally look cold on the outside but are very fragile on the inside. These layers of protection are not only to cover up her fragility, but also to deepen her inner desire for safety.
Liulang showed a strange smile on his lips. He didn't say anything, so I'll just say something wrong!
He was not polite either. He walked straight to the guest seat on the side, sat comfortably on the soft carpet, drinking fragrant tea. This was the authentic Lushan Yunwu and the best tea produced in Jiangzhou Prefecture.
While drinking tea, Liulang looked into the curtain with a smile, looking like he was not disturbed.
Shui Qingying captured her spirit, temporarily arranged the problems in her heart, and continued to play, but her mind was no longer on the performance. After playing for a while, the tune jumped to the end. After a melodious voice, Shui Qingying was sitting on the platform slowly rose back and disappeared. The woman playing below put away the instruments, took off the scarf covered on her face, and walked on the stage for a week before she shyly walked back upstairs, leaving behind a lot of autumn waves.
The Qingying girl is not a good person, but the rest of the women can pick up customers. These dozens of women are all pretty and charming, and have good talents and skills. They cannot be favored by Miss Shui Qingying. Finding a few substitutes is also a good choice. At that time, many customers waved their hands to attract servants on the side, asking about the news about these women, and asking them to introduce them to them.
At this time, a middle-aged beautiful woman walked down from the second floor, stood on the stage she had performed just now, and said with a smile: Thank you all the guests for visiting Linxianfang. Many of the guests here are old acquaintances, and they must have known each other. However, I will introduce myself. Li Niang, the girl is responsible for managing Linxianfang. If she just fell in love with a girl on the boat, she will just talk to me later... But before this, it was still the same rule. Please speak freely. Qingying and the rest of the girls are listening upstairs. If any young master talks about the intention of the girl in the middle of Qingying, you can go up to the third floor to talk to Qingying.Today, Miss Qingying wants to hear your opinions on the song she just played.
Today’s question is relatively simple, maybe you have a chance!
As soon as Li Niang finished speaking, everyone below started to discuss it privately.
These two conversations were obviously regular guests, and their infinite admiration for Shui Qingying was revealed in their words. After whispering, they began to speak enthusiastically.
Most of the literati and talented people in the boat were very knowledgeable about music, and the atmosphere immediately became active. Li Niang asked everyone who was eager to try to get up and speak in order. Liu Lang often experienced this kind of discussion in the palace, but all the participants were everyone at that time. Compared with them, the comments of these talented people here were too superficial and uninnovative. They were just saying some admiration and praise, and at most some evaluations of techniques, which were not attractive at all. Liu Lang was too lazy to talk with these people, and looked sideways at the night view outside the window.
Shui Qingying attracted the maid next to her and gave a few instructions in her ear. The maid nodded and walked downstairs quietly, and said a few words in Li Niang's ear.
A hint of surprise appeared in Li Niang's eyes, she focused her eyes on Liulang, and continued: I found that the young master by the window seemed to have something to say, but he might not be used to the atmosphere here and wanted to speak. Now most of the wise men on the ship have expressed their opinions. What are the opinions of this young master?
Liulang heard Chai Mingge's reminder and turned his attention back. Then he found that everyone's eyes were focused on him. In helpless, he smiled bitterly, stood up and bowed and said: Maybe it would disappoint Li Niang. I don't have any insights on the rhythm.
Many people around immediately showed contempt. Here, everyone wanted to show their best side to show their extraordinaryness and be happy with the beauty. Here, modesty is synonymous with incompetence. Not only are the colleagues around, but even the girls here are quite knowledgeable about music. Qingying girls rarely take the initiative to invite guests to express their opinions, but most of the invited people are talented people. Unfortunately, they took a look at it. It turned out to be an embroidered pillow.
Zhang Bainian also showed a mocking expression in his eyes. He originally thought that the invitation was his own, but after the maid of Qingying Girl upstairs said a few words in Li Niang's ear, Li Niang immediately invited the person to express her opinion, undoubtedly out of the opinion of Qingying Girl.
Although he didn't care much about this Shui Qingying, the feeling of something he was determined to get was taken away by someone made him very unhappy. This might be the selfish side of a man. Therefore, when Liulang said that he was not good at music, the mocking expression on his face was particularly obvious.
Liulang didn't understand the rules of the pleasure boat. Seeing that many people around him showed contempt when they heard him say this, he realized that they could not be humble in such a place of romance. Especially after seeing Zhang Bainian's villain's successful face, he felt very annoyed, and his desire to win suddenly arises, and said calmly: Although there is no Gao Jian, when I heard the play of the Qingying Girl just now, I might be able to reconcile with the Qingying Girl song.
Listening to Liulang's words, many people nowadays put away their contempt expressions. This era is due to the development stage of ci, and there are no professional cisists. Ci and poetry are different. Poetry only needs to pay attention to the level and tone, and use words to write sentences. However, ci also needs to add the combination of rhythm, the turning point of five tones, and the ups and downs of seven lines on this basis. This is a very professional thing.
After ordinary literati write a poem, they mostly ask professional musicians to play it in a musical way. People like Liulang who listen to it and then speak and say that they can write lyrics are either confused or have real talents and knowledge.
Liulang looked up at the second floor and bowed and said, "You should also ask the Qingying girl to play the last fold of the tune she just played again, so that she can sing the concert on the spot."
Everyone calmed down. The upstairs was quiet for a moment, and a melodious music sounded, which was the climax of the tune just now.
Liulang closed his eyes and brewed his emotions, and then sang aloud with the melody of the piano: The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, the waves wash away the heroes, the right and wrong, success and failure turn to nothing, the green mountains are still there, the sunset is red several times!
The white-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river bank are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. They are happy to meet each other in a pot of turbid wine. How many things happen in ancient and modern times are all laughing!
Liulang first despised himself for stealing his works from later generations, and then walked back to his seat and sat down.
But to be honest, when he listened to Shui Qingying playing, the first thing that came to his mind was indeed the song "Xijiang Yue" by Yang Shen, a Ming man. Whether it is the rhythm or the artistic conception to be expressed, they are in line with and very accurate, just like tailor-made.
After a moment of silence, the cheers sounded loudly, and most of the people present were people who knew the goods. As soon as the song Xijiang Yue appeared, someone shouted at me now. Several people carrying the four treasures of the study quickly took out their pens and ink and wrote down the words they had just heard one by one, for fear of forgetting.
Even Zhang Bainian, who has always been conceited, couldn't find any shortcomings. He muttered the words and sat down dejectedly, obviously in great chaos.
Shui Qingying couldn't help but tremble when she watched Liulang's slightly desolate chanting, and felt that the lyrics seemed to be prepared specifically for her song.
She thought of her life experience. When she was young, she was carefree and her family with a high status made her beloved. However, once she changed a lot, she became a slave to a devastated country, wandering around like a dog that was lost. She was not a little stable until she arrived in the Southern Tang Dynasty, but she could only rely on fireworks for the time being. However, this industry was not smooth. There were countless gentle beasts who were greedy for her appearance and talent. If it weren't for the special atmosphere of the Qinhuai River and the desperate protection of the servants around her, how could she still play the piano and accept the praises of everyone?
Right and wrong, success and failure turn out to be empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times!
How good this is said, only those who have suffered mutations can make such words and sentences. Thinking of this, Shui Qingying felt that the distance between him and this young man was much closer.
Shui Qingying came to her senses from her memories, and her slender jade hand stroked the strings, and a row of crisp sounds appeared. Many regular customers here knew that this was the signal that Shui Qingying selected the person, and they all looked at Liulang with envious eyes.
Li Niang looked at Liulang and smiled: The young master is really a real person. I haven’t asked him what to call him?
Liulang smiled and said: Just call me the Sixth Master.
Li Niang nodded and smiled: It turned out to be the sixth young master. My Qingying girl invited the young master to go upstairs and ask her to enjoy the glory!
Liulang nodded and smiled: Since this is the case, it is better to obey orders than respect. I'm sorry to lead the way in front of Li Niang.
After instructing Chai Mingge to wait downstairs, he followed Li Niang to walk upstairs.
After several turns, I arrived at the door of Shui Qingying's boudoir. Li Niang pointed inside and said: Sixth Master, please come in. The Qingying girl is waiting for the young master.
Liulang nodded, lifted the curtain at the door, and walked in.
Liulang looked around and found that this was a two-in-one house. The outer room was a place to meet guests, and the inner room was naturally a place to rest. The room was large, but it was very empty. It didn't look like a woman's room at all. There were several rows of bookshelves on the walls around him, filled with various books, most of which were about the piano.
The windows are very big, but it is winter, and it is not opened, but a thick curtain is pulled up. There are charcoal basins in all four corners of the room, which makes the house look like spring.
Liulang's heart moved, and Xi Zifuyao's keen feeling of the innate map felt the slight fluctuations of the nearby true qi, and was secretly observing his actions. It seemed that a master was secretly protecting the Shui Qingying in the cabin.
This further adds to Liulang's curiosity about Shui Qingying's identity.
There was also a circle of curtains hanging in the middle of the room, wrapping the center of the room like a silkworm cocoon. I could only vaguely see a beautiful figure inside, sitting on the mat and silently, not knowing what I was thinking.
Liulang had just seen Shui Qingying's figure and knew that it was Shui Qingying inside. Judging from the layout of this room, Shui Qingying is a very cautious person. No matter where and where, he is preparing for himself, layer after layer of precautions, even in her boudoir.
People with this personality generally look cold on the outside but are very fragile on the inside. These layers of protection are not only to cover up her fragility, but also to deepen her inner desire for safety.
Liulang showed a strange smile on his lips. He didn't say anything, so I'll just say something wrong!
He was not polite either. He walked straight to the guest seat on the side, sat comfortably on the soft carpet, drinking fragrant tea. This was the authentic Lushan Yunwu and the best tea produced in Jiangzhou Prefecture.
While drinking tea, Liulang looked into the curtain with a smile, looking like he was not disturbed.
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