He never expected that Xie Daoyun in this world would actually have made the exact same poem as the talented woman of the same name in the history of the previous life. For a while, he felt like Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng.
What is the connection between this world and the previous life, and what is the relationship between this Xie Daoyun and the Xie Daoyun of his own world
He thought about it for half a day, his head was too big and he didn't understand what was going on, so he simply didn't want to think about it.
"Brother Zu, is this my sentence not so good?" Xie Daoyun asked cautiously when he saw him not speaking for a long time.
Xie Xiu was a little upset, how confident her sister is in this area, but now facing Zuan, he first doubted her ability, so he said: "My sister's sentence is better than my sentence."
Xie Daoyun snorted softly: "Who compares with you."
Xie Xiu: "..."
Feeling hurt by the crit, she is indeed a sister.
Zuan came back to his senses: "Dao Yun is humble. This sentence is very good. It just so happens that I also have a poem here for you."
"Give it to me?" Xie Daoyun's cheeks were slightly warm, but his heartbeat was still full of expectation, "Listen with respect."
Zu'an looked at her demure face and slowly said: "Yingxu back then, Xianhua Yingshuichu was amazing; where is the heart clear, the mountains and moon are illuminated by snow."
Xie Daoyun's face turned red all of a sudden. Now everyone is sitting by the lake, and the water next to them reflects everyone's faces. Is he praising me for being amazing
What does the latter sentence mean? Is he asking me what my heart is
"Thank you, Brother Zu, I'll find a paper to write down." Not knowing what to do, she simply got up and fled the scene. When she returned to the room, her heart was beating.
With pen and ink, she is good at calligraphy on weekdays. Now she is practicing runes here, and the study is even higher. Not to mention a poem or an essay, she can quickly transcribe it, but this is the case. , Her hand stayed in the air, unable to write for a long time.
"How could he be like this, he obviously has a wife." Xie Daoyun bit her red lips tightly, her extremely undulating breasts showed that her mood was extremely uneasy.
Wait, Miss Chu seems to have reconciled with him. In a sense, he is still single.
It’s just that the relationship between the Chu family and him still seems to be very close...
At this moment, the ink on the nib finally couldn't bear it and dripped onto the paper.
Oops, I'm so annoying!
Outside Xie Xiu stared at Zu'an dumbfounded. If it weren't for his sister, he would really like to give a thumbs up and praise him.
As a veteran of Hua Cong, he couldn't see the lethality of the other party's poem. The footsteps of his sister just now hurriedly left, it was obvious that he was upset.
He said angrily: "Grandfather, do you really have no elder sister or younger sister?"
Zuan shook his head: "No, I am an orphan."
Xie Xiu could only secretly cry out bad luck, this time he suffered a big loss.
Hey, wait, although he doesn't have a sister, his wife does. The Chu family eldest lady has a sister.
However, thinking of Chu still using the wailing whip, he felt a chill and immediately dispelled the idea.
"What are you talking about?" At this moment, Xie Daoyun had already returned, his complexion had returned to normal, but there was still an imperceptible blush.
"It's nothing," Zuan smiled, then looked at the scroll in her hand, "Is it finished? Let me see."
Zi Lai Shudi took the roll of white paper from the opponent's hand and unfolded it, and couldn't help but admire: "Dao Yun, your writing is so beautiful."
Her handwriting is very graceful, and people will know that it was written by a gentle and demure beauty.
Gao Ying's calligraphy before is pretty good, but it is still a lot worse than hers.
"That is, my sister's hairpin lowercase is famous in Mingyue City, and many people are asking for a pair of calligraphy." Xie Xiu proudly flaunted, but I regretted it as soon as I exported it. What is it? , The better the sister is, the more coveted it arouses some people.
"It's not so exaggerated. A lot of it is just to please our father." Xie Daoyun said shyly.
"Dao Yun is humble. We all see your talent." Zuan smiled. "Yes, didn't I owe you a song before? I just thought of a suitable one."
"Really?" Xie Daoyun was surprised and delighted. She already liked these, not to mention the very special style of Zuan's music that she saw last time, and it was even more curious.
"I can lie to you." Zuan watched "Swordsman" in his previous life and was very curious about the "Guangling San" in it. He deliberately searched the Internet, but it was a pity that it was just a keyboard man listening. That ability to play.
He couldn't remember the music score originally, but now his cultivation base is getting higher and higher, his memory is getting stronger and stronger, and some things he has seen before can gradually be recalled.
Next, he told Xie Daoyun the music score in the way of this world record. Xie Daoyun was irritated and invited the two into the house directly. After all, playing the piano is a matter of elegance, and eating and drinking while playing the piano can hurt the mood.
Xie Xiu looked depressed and reluctantly glanced at the copper pot on the side, thinking that I haven't eaten enough yet, but he didn't dare to discourage his sister, so he could only follow up unhappily.
Xie Daoyun first washed his hands with clean water, dried the white cloth, then lit a pot of sandalwood, and then carefully took out a guqin, the whole posture was full of classical and demure beauty.
Zuan was amazed when he saw it, thinking that this is the real sense of ritual.
Soon the quiet sound of the piano began to sound, and it was a bit jerky at the beginning, but Xie Daoyun's superb piano skills quickly entered the state.
Xie Xiu was a little foolish at first, but soon her expression changed, and her last mouth was unknowingly open.
Xie Daoyun is even more so, his chest is very ups and downs, obviously has been drawn by the emotions in the piano, and the whole person is extremely quiet.
Zuan is the calmest one. After all, he has heard it in his previous life, and coupled with the fact that he is rarely influenced by guqin music, it is difficult to hear good or bad.
All the attention was on the opponent's chest, wondering if she would put her chest on the table when she was drawing runes on weekdays? Otherwise, it would be too exhausting.
At the end of the song, the whole room was extremely silent, and Xie Daoyun sat still on the spot without getting up for a long while.
Zuan noticed that the faint fluff from her neck seemed to stand up, and tears were faintly in her eyes, and she had to sigh that she was a true lover, and she could resonate so much.
After a long time, Xie Daoyun looked at him: "Brother Zu, does this song have a name?"
"This song is called "Guangling San"." Zuan regretted it after answering. It was such a good opportunity to change the name, such as "Zuan Gives Daoyun", and I could take the opportunity to make another wave of favorability.
""Guangling San"..." Xie Daoyun wrote down the name silently, "By the way, why can I feel grief and killing in this song?"
Zuan was startled, thinking about God, can this be felt
He thought for a while and explained: "This song actually tells a story. In the ancient times, there was a warrior who had a very good cultivation base. He had a friend who was kind to him. That friend was framed by a political enemy. He came to that one several times. Although the samurai has never spoken, the samurai understands what the other person is thinking. But he never agreed and has been serving his elderly mother. It was not until three years later, when his mother passed away, that he found his friend and promised to avenge him."
"So he drove into the political enemy’s mansion alone with a sword, and stabbed the political enemy to death under the protection of heavy guards. Unfortunately, he was surrounded by the soldiers who came after him. The warrior knew he was going to die, so he swung his sword and killed himself. Worrying about being recognized after death, the sister at home would be burdened, and before committing suicide, she deliberately scratched her face with a dagger."
"But then her sister took the initiative to collect the body for him, crying that she knew his pains, but how could he not let his name be known..."
After hearing this story, Xie Daoyun was already in tears, and Xie Xiu’s eyes were red. In order to avoid the tears of his popularity, he hurriedly said: “It’s really a hero. He has been serving his mother before going to assassinate. This is filial piety; for the sake of friends. It's righteousness to save your life."
"I sigh even more for their brother-in-law friendship," Xie Daoyun sighed quietly. "The samurai disfigured his sister before committing suicide, and the sister chose not to live for his reputation. I really admire it after thinking about it."
Xie Xiu also started shooting the case: "Such heroes are really fascinating! I don't know when I can..."
Before he finished speaking, Xie Daoyun interrupted him: "I would rather you be a playboy on weekdays than you would be like him."
Xie Xiu smiled and said, "I just said, am I that kind of person?"
Is it because Miss Zhang's waist is not thin, or Miss Wang's Nako is not fragrant
If you are fascinated by this kind of thing, do it even if you are crazy.