The spring scenery in the garden is full of spring. When the beautiful beauty comes on stage to perform, the spring scenery becomes even stronger.
The red makeup and plain shadows are pleasing to the eye. Somehow a green bamboo branch popped into the gap in the bamboo curtain behind the platform, as if the grass and trees were moved, and they were about to come in to peek, like green leaves set off the beautiful beauty.
Some sings of slang songs to make people feel refreshed, some are thick makeup and dancing, some are colorful clothes, and the sleeves and sleeves of the colorful clothes are flying like fairies descending to earth.
Zhang Ning was overwhelmed and forgot all his worries for the time being. Today was a wonderful day. The beauties seemed to have received natural love. They were all born like flowers and jade, but in short, they were beautiful.
If Zhang Ning is not jealous of singing and dancing, then the others are wealthy businessmen who often go out of the flowers, and they are also fascinated by them, so they can't blame Zhang Ning for being a layman.
Only Mr. Su drank tea cup after cup, without raising his head, and had a boring expression on his face, as if those gentle and charming singing voices were even worse than the sound of sawing wood?
Zhang Ning thought to himself: I'm afraid this cousin is not because of his expert, but just pretending to be a comparison.
A beauty with all her face and figure came up, wearing a long skirt that was so swaying. When she looked at everyone, she looked at her eyes and looked at her, and she couldn't say it was seductive. The sound of silk and bamboo gradually rose, and the dance steps were full of charm.
Forget it, no matter how much Mr. Su is, just enjoy the good show with peace of mind.
This is not the finale. According to Xie Jun's arrangement, they are all foilings.Zhang Ning is increasingly looking forward to Miss Miao Ge's performance.
After this dance, the cousins below all picked up their pens and wrote quickly.
Then they passed on each other's comments, and finally picked out a poem to read it loudly in public, and the words of praise were beyond words.
This poem has to be taken outside, first report the girl's name, and then read it again to the guests who cannot attend the table.
People can't see the beauty, and can only imagine the beauty's posture and appearance from freehand poems, but they are also very happy.
One after another, it was like a quick look, and there was no time to taste it.I just thought that the girl was dancing well, and after a while, I recited the lyrics and said aloud: Next, Gu Chunhan.There are new things to come to power.
Gu Chunhan, Zhang Ning remembered that he had heard of someone with Xie Jun in the first few days, such as tea merchants selling tea, and horses in front of the door, and then came to join in the fun.
Unexpectedly, when a white dress blows onto the stage lightly, Zhang Ning is stunned.
It’s not because the woman is so stunning. In fact, the woman had a white cardboard mask on her face, only two eyes were exposed, and her mouth was still painted on it, and she couldn’t see her appearance at all. He was stunned because the woman was no one else, but Fang Ling!
Even if you can't see your appearance, you can't just look at her figure and her walking posture.
Every inch of her skin was savored by Zhang Ning. Zhang Ning was so impressed that she would not read it wrong.
The question is what she ran to Biyuan to do. Since the people in Taohua Villa know their identities, they still can't guess where Biyuan is?
Could it be that the contact person sent is Fang Ling?
But we should be low-key, and we will go to a place like Huajianhui as soon as we come...
What are Gu Chunhan and the concubine of a tea merchant, who is really good at making up.
Why is this little lady wearing a mask?A cousin immediately complained.
The person standing next to Biyuan hurriedly explained with a smile: This girl Gu is a concubine in someone else's room. She wants to show her talents but doesn't feel that it's not good, so she just covers her face and forgives her.
When everyone heard it was reasonable, it was not that the market rascals would be entangled with nothing.
Fang Ling's eyes were still a little shy, and that look was much more subtle than the singing girls who performed generously just now. Even Zhang Ning felt that she didn't look like a brothel girl before.
She took her eyes and gently swept over the seat, and finally found Zhang Ning's position, pausing slightly without any trace.
Zhang Ning had to sit and watch, and saw that she was wearing a plain skirt without even an embroidered edge, just like the first time she was lingering that day, holding a small fan in her hand.
However, today there was a small yellow flower on her hair, as if it was restrained and implicitly decorated; Zhang Ning quickly realized that the flower was a forsythia, and suddenly remembered that she mentioned the forsythia when watching fireworks on New Year's Eve.
A small detail called Zhang Ning was mixed with emotion, a little warm and a little sad.
At this time, the musician in the corner knocked on the board and made a rhythm. The sound of silk and bamboo immediately sounded. Fang Ling's steps slowly stepped on the rhythm point, gently spreading the fan, and the bright hair...spots...spots...shao...light...sweep...
Zhang Ning felt sour when she heard this familiar tone; her voice was obviously shy and joyful, and her melodious tone was filled with endless tenderness. Why did Zhang Ning feel uncomfortable?
Su Liangchen immediately raised his head, looking surprised, and held the teacup in his hand halfway and forgot to put it down.
...Happy and peace are our parents.Celebrating this good time, everyone is happy to see the scenery.The treasure seal in the painting hall is filled with fragrance, and the flowing clouds in the jade cup are filled with light...
She sang the joyful lyrics and tunes, just like the spring breeze, blowing everything with vitality, and the world is full of love and beauty.
After singing and sighing, Zhang Ning didn't have to savor it too carefully that day. Today, he heard it again and finally felt the affection contained in her tone, as if he was crazy and dreaming about returning to innocence.
It turned out that Zhang Ning thought she was just singing casually. After seeing the singing and dancing in front of her, she realized that her pace, gestures and temperament were well grasped, and she interpreted the classical and implicit softness to the extreme.
This...where is this famous history invited?Su Liangchen actually stuttered.
Don’t look at this guy’s image as an ordinary person. After all, he is a talented man with the reputation of being a banished immortal in the song. No matter what, he will have some attainments.
Seeing that he was out of control, Zhang Ning sighed in his heart that there might be a hidden master in the corner of the market. This is also forced by the world. So what if Fang Ling is talented? Can he take the imperial examination?
She even hopes to be an ordinary person.
Last time...
It is indeed suspected of wasting natural resources.
Zhang Ning ignored Su Liangchen and still savored the beautiful voice and the wonderful posture with a slightly shaking his head and looking slightly enjoying his face.
She only sang one paragraph because the rhythm of the opera was very slow at this time, and the time for a song was not very short, and it was almost done.
Her figure was elegant and gentle. After singing, she was about to leave. Su Liangchen suddenly stood up and shouted: Hey...
Fang Ling then turned around and asked: What do you mean by Mr. Su?
Seeing this, friends around him all agreed: Now, Su Laosan has something to comment on!
After coaxing together like this, Su Liangchen realized his incompetence, held his fists and bowed, and thought for a while and sighed: Ten years later, the sound of the sound should be there.
From Qu Xian's high evaluation, she must be popular, but Fang Ling just smiled slightly, as if she didn't care at all, but looked at Zhang Ning sitting next to Su Liangchen with a little expectant look.
Zhang Ning didn't want to disappoint her, so he slowly chanted: Jin Ying and the green calyx are full of spring cold, how many are there among the yellow flowers?According to your words, don’t look at the blue and white eyes.
This poem by Bai Juyi describes the forsythia, just like the little flower on her hair, and the words "Chun Han" in the poem also refer to her newly named Gu Chunhan.
Zhang Ning's poem did not make any response from people. His voice was not loud and others ignored it. Perhaps one was because he was not famous, and the other was that this poem was not as popular as that of Mr. Su ten years later, the empty sound should also be in my ears. The extremely high praise lyrics are sparse and have no highlights, so no one cares about it.
Only Fang Ling smiled with a knowing smile, and the eyes met in an instant, everything was silent.
The red makeup and plain shadows are pleasing to the eye. Somehow a green bamboo branch popped into the gap in the bamboo curtain behind the platform, as if the grass and trees were moved, and they were about to come in to peek, like green leaves set off the beautiful beauty.
Some sings of slang songs to make people feel refreshed, some are thick makeup and dancing, some are colorful clothes, and the sleeves and sleeves of the colorful clothes are flying like fairies descending to earth.
Zhang Ning was overwhelmed and forgot all his worries for the time being. Today was a wonderful day. The beauties seemed to have received natural love. They were all born like flowers and jade, but in short, they were beautiful.
If Zhang Ning is not jealous of singing and dancing, then the others are wealthy businessmen who often go out of the flowers, and they are also fascinated by them, so they can't blame Zhang Ning for being a layman.
Only Mr. Su drank tea cup after cup, without raising his head, and had a boring expression on his face, as if those gentle and charming singing voices were even worse than the sound of sawing wood?
Zhang Ning thought to himself: I'm afraid this cousin is not because of his expert, but just pretending to be a comparison.
A beauty with all her face and figure came up, wearing a long skirt that was so swaying. When she looked at everyone, she looked at her eyes and looked at her, and she couldn't say it was seductive. The sound of silk and bamboo gradually rose, and the dance steps were full of charm.
Forget it, no matter how much Mr. Su is, just enjoy the good show with peace of mind.
This is not the finale. According to Xie Jun's arrangement, they are all foilings.Zhang Ning is increasingly looking forward to Miss Miao Ge's performance.
After this dance, the cousins below all picked up their pens and wrote quickly.
Then they passed on each other's comments, and finally picked out a poem to read it loudly in public, and the words of praise were beyond words.
This poem has to be taken outside, first report the girl's name, and then read it again to the guests who cannot attend the table.
People can't see the beauty, and can only imagine the beauty's posture and appearance from freehand poems, but they are also very happy.
One after another, it was like a quick look, and there was no time to taste it.I just thought that the girl was dancing well, and after a while, I recited the lyrics and said aloud: Next, Gu Chunhan.There are new things to come to power.
Gu Chunhan, Zhang Ning remembered that he had heard of someone with Xie Jun in the first few days, such as tea merchants selling tea, and horses in front of the door, and then came to join in the fun.
Unexpectedly, when a white dress blows onto the stage lightly, Zhang Ning is stunned.
It’s not because the woman is so stunning. In fact, the woman had a white cardboard mask on her face, only two eyes were exposed, and her mouth was still painted on it, and she couldn’t see her appearance at all. He was stunned because the woman was no one else, but Fang Ling!
Even if you can't see your appearance, you can't just look at her figure and her walking posture.
Every inch of her skin was savored by Zhang Ning. Zhang Ning was so impressed that she would not read it wrong.
The question is what she ran to Biyuan to do. Since the people in Taohua Villa know their identities, they still can't guess where Biyuan is?
Could it be that the contact person sent is Fang Ling?
But we should be low-key, and we will go to a place like Huajianhui as soon as we come...
What are Gu Chunhan and the concubine of a tea merchant, who is really good at making up.
Why is this little lady wearing a mask?A cousin immediately complained.
The person standing next to Biyuan hurriedly explained with a smile: This girl Gu is a concubine in someone else's room. She wants to show her talents but doesn't feel that it's not good, so she just covers her face and forgives her.
When everyone heard it was reasonable, it was not that the market rascals would be entangled with nothing.
Fang Ling's eyes were still a little shy, and that look was much more subtle than the singing girls who performed generously just now. Even Zhang Ning felt that she didn't look like a brothel girl before.
She took her eyes and gently swept over the seat, and finally found Zhang Ning's position, pausing slightly without any trace.
Zhang Ning had to sit and watch, and saw that she was wearing a plain skirt without even an embroidered edge, just like the first time she was lingering that day, holding a small fan in her hand.
However, today there was a small yellow flower on her hair, as if it was restrained and implicitly decorated; Zhang Ning quickly realized that the flower was a forsythia, and suddenly remembered that she mentioned the forsythia when watching fireworks on New Year's Eve.
A small detail called Zhang Ning was mixed with emotion, a little warm and a little sad.
At this time, the musician in the corner knocked on the board and made a rhythm. The sound of silk and bamboo immediately sounded. Fang Ling's steps slowly stepped on the rhythm point, gently spreading the fan, and the bright hair...spots...spots...shao...light...sweep...
Zhang Ning felt sour when she heard this familiar tone; her voice was obviously shy and joyful, and her melodious tone was filled with endless tenderness. Why did Zhang Ning feel uncomfortable?
Su Liangchen immediately raised his head, looking surprised, and held the teacup in his hand halfway and forgot to put it down.
...Happy and peace are our parents.Celebrating this good time, everyone is happy to see the scenery.The treasure seal in the painting hall is filled with fragrance, and the flowing clouds in the jade cup are filled with light...
She sang the joyful lyrics and tunes, just like the spring breeze, blowing everything with vitality, and the world is full of love and beauty.
After singing and sighing, Zhang Ning didn't have to savor it too carefully that day. Today, he heard it again and finally felt the affection contained in her tone, as if he was crazy and dreaming about returning to innocence.
It turned out that Zhang Ning thought she was just singing casually. After seeing the singing and dancing in front of her, she realized that her pace, gestures and temperament were well grasped, and she interpreted the classical and implicit softness to the extreme.
This...where is this famous history invited?Su Liangchen actually stuttered.
Don’t look at this guy’s image as an ordinary person. After all, he is a talented man with the reputation of being a banished immortal in the song. No matter what, he will have some attainments.
Seeing that he was out of control, Zhang Ning sighed in his heart that there might be a hidden master in the corner of the market. This is also forced by the world. So what if Fang Ling is talented? Can he take the imperial examination?
She even hopes to be an ordinary person.
Last time...
It is indeed suspected of wasting natural resources.
Zhang Ning ignored Su Liangchen and still savored the beautiful voice and the wonderful posture with a slightly shaking his head and looking slightly enjoying his face.
She only sang one paragraph because the rhythm of the opera was very slow at this time, and the time for a song was not very short, and it was almost done.
Her figure was elegant and gentle. After singing, she was about to leave. Su Liangchen suddenly stood up and shouted: Hey...
Fang Ling then turned around and asked: What do you mean by Mr. Su?
Seeing this, friends around him all agreed: Now, Su Laosan has something to comment on!
After coaxing together like this, Su Liangchen realized his incompetence, held his fists and bowed, and thought for a while and sighed: Ten years later, the sound of the sound should be there.
From Qu Xian's high evaluation, she must be popular, but Fang Ling just smiled slightly, as if she didn't care at all, but looked at Zhang Ning sitting next to Su Liangchen with a little expectant look.
Zhang Ning didn't want to disappoint her, so he slowly chanted: Jin Ying and the green calyx are full of spring cold, how many are there among the yellow flowers?According to your words, don’t look at the blue and white eyes.
This poem by Bai Juyi describes the forsythia, just like the little flower on her hair, and the words "Chun Han" in the poem also refer to her newly named Gu Chunhan.
Zhang Ning's poem did not make any response from people. His voice was not loud and others ignored it. Perhaps one was because he was not famous, and the other was that this poem was not as popular as that of Mr. Su ten years later, the empty sound should also be in my ears. The extremely high praise lyrics are sparse and have no highlights, so no one cares about it.
Only Fang Ling smiled with a knowing smile, and the eyes met in an instant, everything was silent.
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