Chapter 120: Passionate since ancient times, separation

The gangster Sun Er looked at Zhao Xing in surprise, as if looking at a foreigner: "Master, you forgot that it is Qingming Festival today: Qingming Festival, and you will worship Liu Qi outside Nanxun Gate."

Liu Qi, the "No. 1 Prodigal Son in China", spent his whole life among prostitutes, and wrote the famous poet of the Song Dynasty, Liu Yong who wrote the lyrics under the order, and Liu Yong who sang Liu Qi's lyrics in the well?

A person who was so talented during his lifetime was so desolate after his death.

Sure enough, after the prostitutes burned incense, they began to sing the famous poem "Yu Lin Ling". The lead singer was Liao Xiaoxiao. She recently learned the techniques of tremolo, dragging, aria and other techniques from Zhao Xing's new song. When she sang this poem, she sang three times, which particularly reflected the artistic conception of the poem:

"The cicadas are sad and sad. When they face the long pavilion, the sudden rain has just stopped.

The capital tent has no time to drink, and the orchid boat urges us to start.

Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in my eyes, I was speechless and choked.

Thoughts about going thousands of miles away, the dusk mist is deep and the sky is vast.

Passionate has been hurt since ancient times.

Even more so, I neglect the Qing Autumn Festival.

Where can I wake up from the willow bank tonight, the morning breeze and the waning moon.

This past few years should be a good time and a good situation is in vain.

Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you?”

Liao Xiaoxiao's singing is wonderful, and more than 20 most outstanding beauties in Bianliang City sang in a low voice. They sang and danced at a simple grave. This is a helplessness that is extremely decadent and a sigh of desolation. The idle men on the roadside do not understand these. They applaud, but these prostitutes seemed to be unaware of it. They looked horrified, as if they were touching the scene and were sad.

They were so dedicated that the group of family tricks in Zhao Xing's carriage also started to cry.

"Where can I wake up from the willow bank tonight? The morning wind and the waning moon." Zhao Xing rode on his horse and silently recited these two famous lines from all ages. Originally, he was only ashamed of Liu Yong's floating behavior, but now he is also moved by the talent revealed in this poem.

This is a groan from the low-level people who were discriminated against, oppressed, destroyed, enslaved, sold, abandoned by society, and extremely poor. In a sense, Liu Yong was in the same way as those prostitutes, so the prostitutes were not so much for worshiping Liu Qi on the Qingming Festival, but rather taking this opportunity to feel sad about their life experience and cry loudly to vent themselves.

Legend has it that after the poor Liu Yong died, he did not even have money to bury the poet. The prostitutes in Bianliang City gathered funds to bury the poet. Every Qingming Festival, the prostitutes would visit Liu Yong's grave, the only one who respected them in this society, and the people called it "Sacrifice to Liu Qi". This custom was preserved until the Ming Dynasty and did not disappear after another invasion of foreign races.

But on this day, on the Qingming Festival in 1087, Zhao Xing saw with his own eyes the legendary "Sacrifice to Liu Qi".

However, do prostitutes in this era need to cry? If prostitutes in the Song Dynasty still use crying to mourn their life experience, then what about the music of other dynasties? What about the people and high-ranking officials in other dynasties?

At least, at least they still have the right to cry and have the right to "illegal gathering" to create a "group incident" and blatantly pay tribute to those who were named and despised by the senior officials and emperors...

Zhao Xing stopped by the horse and watched, and the people who were accompanying him forgot to urge him. Although Cheng Xia's expression was serious, her fascination could not be hidden on her face; Cheng Wang's face was full of excitement. He kept looking at this and another famous prostitute, feeling that the flowers were gradually fascinating and intoxicating, looking heartless; Cheng Zhuo also bit his fingers and looked at the beautiful girls in a daze.

Cheng Shuang followed Zhao Xing for the longest time. At this moment, he spoke without scruples and shook his head and sighed: "Hey, as a man, it is enough to be a Liu Qi in his life - if I were not Cheng Shuang, I would have wished to be Liu Qi! I would have cried on the grave of the beautiful women in the world, even if I die... Alas, I wish I could have been born with Liu Qi in the contemporary era!"

Zhao Xing shook his head immediately: "You can't be Liu Qi, I can't do it either. None of us can do it. First, we don't have the talent of him; second... we are all a group of responsible people.

In my opinion, Liu Qi, or an excellent poet, an excellent lover, and a satisfying male companion, but he is not a man, because men have to have responsibilities, support their families, and keep their wives and children without worries about food and clothing, and Liu Qi...

Alas, I admire his talent, but I don’t admire his passion. Since ancient times, I am passionate and tired of love, for fear of being passionate and tired of beauty. Liu Qi is passionate, but he can’t afford this “feeling”, why bother? Why not?! Why not stop!!?

Oh… Things in the world are always so helpless, it’s really a pity.”

By the side of Liu Qi's grave, the prostitutes sang and danced, began to salute each other and bid farewell. The brocade cart slowly dispersed, and the audience also left with the fragrance.

The city prostitutes in the Song Dynasty were more vivid and pleasing to the eye than the ordinary women in the era they lived in. This is a kind of "artificial beauty" carefully modified. Every frown, smile, word and movement, walking, sitting and sleeping, and love and anger. They are so artistic that they can make people "see the feet from the head, run down; see the head from the feet, and the romantic flow upward"

They are beautiful and charming, and their charming looks like spring, and they cannot help but be disgusted. Their slender feet and sloping waists can soften the muscles and bones of powerful officials; their faces with spring can resolve the dangers of officialdom and the fierceness of party struggles; the country's feelings, the suffering of military and horses, the grievances of officialdom, and the hatred of colleagues, all turned into misty clouds and smoke in the warm care of prostitutes...

When they dispersed and were about to go home, the young Bianliang boys who were surrounding him to "see the scenery" immediately gathered up and invited them to walk in the same car with a smile. The prostitutes laughed or answered, and were angry... Outside Nanxun Gate, there was a singing and dancing, so that people's hearts were shaken.

This is a beautiful display, similar to the "Spring Festival" in modern Western society. In the spring season, it blooms beautifully to the world.

As the crowd was sparse, Zhao Xing's figure immediately appeared. He was tall and rode a tall and extraordinary horse. He stood on the side of the road, feeling a little ahead of the crowd. At this time, Liao Xiaoxiao was asking for escort for a large group of suitors. She was about to pick someone, but she found Zhao Xing's figure, and immediately pulled Miss Song. The two of them made a blessing to Zhao Xing, and Zhao Xing immediately bowed slightly to show his favor.

Logically speaking, there is no need to return a favor to a prostitute as Zhao Xing, but Zhao Xing was not very particular about the etiquette of the Song Dynasty, so he did a natural return of the gift. It was very heartfelt, which led to Liao Xiaoxiao and Song Xiaomao saluting again.

The people around the grave gradually dispersed and the road gradually moved away. Liao Xiaoxiao's eyes turned and immediately pointed at Zhao Xing's figure and refused to see others off. When the people around her were disappointed, she pulled Song Xiaozi to Zhao Xing's side. At this time, she realized the hugeness of Zhao Xing's team.

Liao Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed, she covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and asked with a clever smile: "Digong'lang'er--', your journey is vast and magnificent; the BMW and the car are not good at being corrected, and the road is full of roads; the girl in the car is full of shadows and stubborn - what is this for? Is it a green?"

Liao Xiaoxiao used a series of folding sounds to describe Zhao Xing's travel. Her singing voice chanted these words, like a rolling ball falling from a jade plate, crisp and pleasant, and with a charming tenderness that made Zhao Xing feel weak and weak... Well, he couldn't move his legs.

He slapped his forehead: "Aye, Aye,... I originally planned to practice it for Zhou Meicheng. Now I'm just watching the little girl sing songs. I forgot about this. By the way, Xiaoxiao, where is Chunjieting? I heard that they practice it at Chunjieting."

Liao Xiaoxiao raised her handkerchief and pointed at the distance, and said with a smile: "Isn't that? 'Liu Qi's tomb beside the Chunjie Pavilion, and the farewell sounds heartbroken'. Isn't that the farewell pavilion on the Chunjie Pavilion? Look, there are people in the pavilion. It seems that Zhou Taixue has not left yet, so I will go together?... Zhou Xueshi has always taken care of us women in the brothel. Today, the little woman also gave him a trip... Madam Song, why don't you talk? Didn't you say that a few days ago..."

Miss Song didn't scream at the sound today, but left her voice. Her language function seemed to have deteriorated. She stood beside her and smiled. When she heard Liao Xiaoxiao say this, she suddenly stretched out her hand and creaked Liao Xiaoxiao. Liao Xiaoxiao blocked her left and right, but only laughed, but couldn't finish her words. Taking advantage of the kung fu, Miss Song bowed to Zhao Xing, and didn't say a single sound in her mouth.

Chunjieting is an official pavilion used by officials to go south to see off their farewell. There are guards around the pavilion, and the idle staff are prohibited from approaching. Zhao Xing raised his head and led the group of people to break into Chunjieting. His group is full of momentum. Two wingers are just hindering. Zhao Xing waved his hand and shouted, "Reward him!"

Hearing this, Cheng Shuang threw a hand and a silver coin rolled into the arms of the two wingers. The wingers who had benefited stepped back slightly, and the rest of the wingers were still ready to come forward. Cheng Shuang then sprinkled a handful of silver coin on the ground. At this time, Zhao Xing had already led his men into Chunjieting.

There were only four poor people in the pavilion, except for the gray-faced Zhou Bangyan, the angry Zhou Bangshi, and two people dressed up by the tyrant students. Zhou Bangyan saw Zhao Xing, and only tucked his eyelids. Zhou Bangshi jumped up and said angrily: "What are you here to do? Are you going to see our joke?"

Zhao Xing's face darkened and he pushed back: "What are you saying? I didn't meet a few friends when I came to Beijing. Brother Meicheng is finally a fellow villager. He is a friend. Could it be that I came to send my friends to a long journey?"

Zhou Bangshi's face calmed down slightly, and Zhou Bangyan had already stood up to salute. Zhou Bangshi asked again at this time: "Do you know if Brother Li is here?"

When calling Zhao Xing as his brother, Zhou Bangshi had actually relaxed his tone. But his words still wanted to test the meaning of the court, because Su Shi was the one who wrote the edict to the emperor, he wanted to speculate on the trends of the court from Su Shi's attitude.

However, he was disappointed.

Zhao Xing shook his head and said honestly: "I come and go, and I don't want to say hello to my master, and my master will not interfere. Brother Meicheng, 'This has been going on for many years, it should be a good time and a good situation.' Come, I will practice it for you."

Zhou Bangyan thanked Zhao Xing repeatedly. At this moment, there were only two people in the entire Imperial Academy who dared to see him off, and Zhao Xing dared to come was a great affection.

Zhou Bangyan is actually a role similar to "a certain master". In today's terms, he is a "reform champion."

During the Yuanfeng period of the Northern Song Dynasty, the struggle between reform and anti-reform continued to increase. Emperor Shenzong of Song and Wang Anshi encountered great difficulties and interference. At this critical moment, the vigorous Zhou Bangyan created the "Biandu Fu" which praised the new law. Zhou Bangyan's bold move in support of the new policy surprised and happy Song Shenzong. He ordered the right prime minister of the Shangshu Li Qingchen to read the "Biandu Fu" in Erying Pavilion, and summoned Zhou Bangyan to the Political Affairs Hall, and promoted the Emperor Taixue Zheng from all students to the position of the Emperor. The news came out that Zhou Bangyan's "fame was soaring throughout the country" and caused a sensation in the dynasty.

The magnificent rhetoric of "Biandu Fu" can be compared with "The Second Beijing Fu" and "The Three Capital Fu". It can be imagined that Zhou Bangyan's literary attainments are indeed outstanding. However, in contrast, his ability to reverse black and white is also good. He turned all the scenes of the people's sorrow after the reform into a masterpiece of praise, sang everything and turned a blind eye to the brutal exploitation suffered by the people. Therefore, he was praised by the reformists and hated by the conservatives.

When the old party was in power, "Biandu Fu" became the main reason for his demotion from the capital.

Zhou Bangyan introduced the two companions to Zhao Xing calmly to see him off, and his tone was full of discouragement. Among the two companions, the student in his forties was named Li Gefei, whose courtesy name was Wenshu; the other was young, in his early thirties, named Liao Zhengyi, and named Mingluo.

After hearing the names of these two people, Zhao Xing checked them in his stomach. There were two such celebrities in the Song Dynasty who were not remembered. He didn't look moved and said to himself: "A nameless person."

Zhao Xing greeted in the hall. His carriage had surrounded the pavilion like a screen under the order of Cheng Xia. After Zhou Bangyan finished introducing the article, he raised his glass of wine and said with a forced smile: "I am not as rich as Li Ren. This glass of wine... Thanks Li Ren for coming to see him off. Please drink this glass."

Zhao Xing drank the glass of wine in one sip and his eyebrows jumped a little.

It seems that Liu Yong's atmosphere also affected Zhou Bangyan, the big prodigal son. He was said to have a low salary, so how could he drink such a difficult cheap wine in such a scene when he was exiled to Beijing... There were not many dishes on the table.

Zhao Xing gently put the wine glass on the table, raised his hand and patted it, shouting: "Come on, girls, warm up first."

When the car door opened, the first thing that jumped were five Persian beards. They were all wrapped in fur cloaks and veils. Only one of the five had a hand drum. As soon as she walked to the pavilion, she immediately knocked on the hand drum.

The first few drum sounds were called "Dingyin Drum". As soon as the sound of "Dingyin Drum" stopped, the other four Hu Ji suddenly untied her cloak and threw it to the servant, then twisted her waist and jumped up with the drum beat.

On the Qingming Festival, when it snowed, the climate had not yet recovered, but the four orioles were wearing shorter clothes. They only had a piece of gorgeous silk wrapped around their upper body, covering the bulge on their chests, and a wide gauze skirt on their lower body, with their entire belly exposed. Through the gauze skirt, you can also see tight and bikini-like thong shorts.

Then came a fast and intense Arabic hand drum, with four beats and one syllable. The music that danced makes people's blood boil. With the sound of the drum, the four gujis accelerated their dance and kept spinning. As the body danced, a crisp sound was made on their bodies.

This was the sound of the silver bell, and four odes were seen wearing wide silver bracelets that extended from their elbow to their wrists, and several thin chains on the silver bracelets were connected to the ring of their fingers.

As they took the dance steps, a touch of red appeared and disappeared in the gauze skirt, cute and seductive.

They also had a series of silver bells tied around their legs, and they were shattered by their hands and feet. The four Hu Ji danced to the bottom of the heart, quickly wiggling their belly around the four Tai students, twisting their waists in a dazzling way, breasts tumbling, and pink arms flying. This dance full of sexual hints made the four scholars blush.

This kind of dance was called "Hu Xuan Dance" in the Tang Dynasty and "Belly Dance" in modern times.

The drum sound slowed down and started to beat it one after another. The four Hu Ji stood in front of the four scholars, rubbed her breasts and her hips and arms. They stood still on the spot, holding various flower fingers with their hands raised, and twisting their slim waists alone, causing the silver bells all over their bodies to make a series of crisp sounds. At this moment, the drum sound seemed to be accompaniment, and the silver bells were the protagonist. The ringtones in the pavilion were ringing, and the Hu Ji twisted in place, rotating a dazzling pink buttocks.

While the Ugly Dance, several Japanese girls kept moving food, wine and cushions from the carriage. At this time, the drum sounded to the highest notes. When the Japanese girls arranged the wine and food, sat cross-legged on the cushion, and picked up the instrument, the drum sounded abruptly. The sweaty Gu Ni retreated from the pavilion like a tide and returned to her carriage. The shocking glance made the people in the pavilion look at the carriage until soothing music sounded in his ears.

This is "Farewell", which is a famous song "Farewell" produced by Master Hongichi based on a Japanese wakame and using an American country music music. Japanese women are best at singing this kind of song, and they are slightly trained and sang very charming:

“Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road,

The grass is green and the sky is covered with green.

The evening breeze blows the willow flute sounds in lingering,

The sunset mountain is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth,

Knowledge and friendship are half gone.

A pot of turbidity sprinkles the rest of my joy,

Don’t dream of the cold tonight.

Time passes, no way to stay,

Today's part of the secret.

A song of the Li Song bid farewell,

Looking at each other but romance.

Even if the gathering is good, even if the separation is difficult,

Things in the world are fun.

I will give you a chance in the future.

Go and don't hesitate."

This song is sad and feminine, with shallow and deep lyrics but sad but not hurt. It is accompanied by a rather Chinese soothing melody, which makes people cry.
To be continued...