Song Jiu admitted his mistake through the courtyard wall. Pan Lian'er disagreed inside, and asked the maid to come out and say that if he wanted to forgive him, he had to call Song Jiu an elder sister. The relationship between sister and brother will not be ambiguous, and people would not make fun of him. But this request was too strange. Pan Lian'er wanted to be Song Jiu's elder sister? A group of second-generation ancestors were all very happy. But it was hard to say. If it was shameless, maybe he would agree. Although this recognition was embarrassing, the Song family had caught a little with the Pan family. But Song Jiu would not agree, and asked to change the conditions and sing some serious and beautiful little orders for Pan Lian'er. Pan Lian'er also agreed. Song Jiu's first little order was Ouyang Xiu's Linjiangxian: the light thunder pool outside the willows, the sound of raindrops dripping from the sound of lotus. The west corner of the small building was broken and the rainbow was bright. The railing was leaning against the railing, waiting for the moon to be alive.

Swallows flew over to peek at the painted building, and the jade hook hangs down the curtain flag. The cool waves are still flat. The water essence has two pillows, and there is a hairpin next to it.

This poem has achieved great success, especially the sound of the shattered lotus, which is full of imagination.

Song Jiu was good at making small orders, but he could plagiarize. However, lyrics not only need to be parallel and rhyme, but also an important one. In the Song Dynasty, he also had to be lyrics. In other words, the pronunciation of each sentence was consistent with the music score of the lyrics. Song Jiu sang Linjiangxian and must sing according to the music score of Linjiangxian. It cannot be said that Song Jiu was a music blind, and could sing karaoke, and could play guitar. However, music in later generations was different from music in Song Dynasty. Song Jiu didn't know what kind of score Linjiangxian's. Pan Lian'er's moving figure appeared in his mind from time to time. Not only did he run away from tune, but he didn't know that he had run 100,800 miles. Linjiangxian is a common music card, and Zhao Kuangyin also often listened to different sentences and the same music. When Song Jiu sang again, he couldn't help but feel happy to spray tea.

The maid went in to ask for instructions, but in fact he said it, Pan Lian'er was not so angry. After all, Song's father was his father's old comrade-in-arms subordinate. She was so happy that she could not do it when listening to Song Jiu's singing. However, she said to the maid: "No, it's too erotic, I need to do it again."

These days I was ridiculed by my best friends repeatedly, and today I have to breathe a lot.

The maid conveyed that Song Jiu had a headache, and this was also erotic? But his passionate heart still did not cool down. If you like others, you have to hold on to others. After thinking about it, it was changed to Nalan Xingde's Linjiangxian: I remember the foreign language of the green screen window, and the autumn wind blows to send the crows back. From then on, the sails sent to the foot of the slab. A new light sleeps, and the dreams of the moon slanting at the beginning.

Even if you want to return, it is better to go home than to swallows. The spring clouds and spring water bring light clouds. The boat painted by people are like the moon, and the drizzle falls willow flowers.

If this poem is sung well, I don’t know how many beautiful girls will fascinate in this era, but it doesn’t taste like that when it comes out of Song Jiu’s mouth. It makes Zhao Kuangyin want to set off and beat Song Jiu with Taizu’s long fist.

The maid finally understood it. She ignored Song Jiu's out-of-tune and thought about writing, but she became obsessed with it.

Song Jiu bowed: "Please ask your wife again."

The maid woke up and went in and asked again. Pan Lian'er said again: "No, it's still beautiful."

So it is said that beauty is the next sentence: The boatman is like the moon, and the drizzle falls with the willow flowers. In fact, it is imagined by the scene spent with the beauty of the spring, turning the virtual into reality, and it is extremely romantic. It can be said that this sentence is a work of gods, bringing the wet and scent of the literati that he wants to speak but stops.

But in the whole poem, it was a bit too much to say that eroticism was a bit too much. People were clearly making things difficult for Song Jiuwu. At worst, he could change it again. He shouted with angrily:

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure turn into nothing, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter are on the river bank, and they are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet each other, and many things in ancient and modern times are all laughing at."

It was not written by Luo Guanzhong, but by the famous Yang Shen of the Ming Dynasty ministers, Yang Shen, who was the famous minister of the Ming Dynasty. Mao Zonggang and his son were placed at the beginning of the volume when they complimented the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and later became the theme song of the TV series.

After yelling, Song Jiu wiped his sweat. This time he had nothing to do with the vulgarity.

The maid ran in and asked again, and then came out again and said, "No, where do you have gray hair?"

"That's fine. The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes. The right and wrong, success and failure turn to nothing, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

The black-haired fisherman and woodcutter are on the river bank, and they are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet each other, and many things in ancient and modern times are all laughing at."

When he heard the black-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river bank, even the Zhao brothers couldn't breathe. Zhao Kuangyi slapped the table and said, "This guy deserves to be killed."

The little maid went in to ask questions. The little lady of the Pan family was slapping her breasts, and she smiled so hard that she trembled, saying, "My mother, I can't do it anymore, I can't do it."

Not only her, but also a few second-generation ancestors were also very happy.

The whole thing was caused by that song Xiao Ling, but the beautiful lady and gentleman are good friends. Pan Mei's eldest sons have never teased her beautiful girl. Xiao Ling is a bit insincere, and there is another jade apple. The two-center-center-shaped characters are Luoyi that makes people think of it, but that's not the case. One has not spoken directly on the hooligan words, and the other has not taken action. Bao also played tricks, and three more serious songs were released. Pan Weide yelled at the inner courtyard: "Little sister, it's enough. Xiao Jiu can make three songs in an instant. How difficult is that one song enough for me to think of last month."

Song Jiulei is here, I can’t think about you for a month, but I can’t think about you for a year.

What should I do? People say that I can think of one song for a month, and that's one song for a month. The maid came out and shouted, "No, this song is too crude, and I have to be remade." Then she put her waist on her hips and stared at the Pan Weide and his brothers fiercely.

Pan Weigu was helpless and attached himself to Song Jiu's ear and said, "Brother, you have to sing two more songs with grievances. I'll treat you to wine tonight."

Pan Mei has many sons, Wei De, Wei Jing, Wei Zheng, and Wei Qing, who was only born not long ago, only this precious daughter. In the future, Pan Meilin also got a young son and two daughters. The two daughters married were all amazing people, but they were not born. Rare things are precious, so the brothers and the brothers had to give in to this precious sister.

Zhao Kuangyin said: "Why don't Mrs. Tian care?"

"She asked the Weide brothers to take over."

A group of people didn't know that the emperor was watching in the teahouse. The other second-generation ancestors applauded and wanted to sing. Song Jiudong looked around and sang it was okay, but it was plagiarism in the end. He was not afraid of plagiarism. He became famous in the future and let himself write lyrics, so he could remember how much he could. This name cannot be published. Occasionally, one or two songs are fine, and he could not throw it out like a cabbage. He said to the courtyard wall: "Little lady of the Pan family, let's do this, I will tell a story and sing a touching slang song."

"What is a ly song?" Yes, Pan Lian'er spoke directly inside this time.

Song Jiu said in high spirits: "It's a song sung in vernacular."

"Okay, but not erotic or crude."

"Don't worry, it's very touching. Let me tell you a story first. When a poor scholar sat in the woods to study, a squeaking sound suddenly came. The scholar raised his head and saw a snow-white fox looking at it, with a cry of sorrow in his mouth. It's strange that the little white fox walked to the scholar and stopped. The scholar hugged the fox and saw an arrow hitting the fox on the hind leg. He pushed the arrow out for the little fox, tore off his rotten robe, and wrapped the little fox's wound. The little fox endured the pain and remained motionless in the scholar's arms."

"The scholar was holding a fox and was about to study. The sound of horse hooves came. Do you want to run over and ask the scholar, "Who is the scholar, have you ever seen a injured fox?" The scholar said that the brother was talking about a white fox. A green shadow flashed beside the man and said it was it. I shot it. What about the beast? The scholar only smelled the fragrance and swelled up his face. He saw a beautiful face, confused and confused. He pointed behind him for most of the day and just ran past here. The men left, and the little fox poked his head out of his sleeve, his eyes full of gratitude. The scholar gently stroked the fox and said, "Little fox, hide quickly, don't let someone hurt you again."

"The fox is actually human, and she slid down and lame her legs. Her front legs are combined to make a comeback at the scholar. Her snow-white body twists into a ball and dances gracefully in the setting sun. The scholar was stunned. After dancing, the fox bows to the scholar again, looking back at the scholar every three steps, and disappears into the distant mountains. The scholar still sits in the woods and reads every day. He hears the sound of horse hooves and will be surprised, but he never meets a girl in green again. But he doesn't know that every morning, a white fox in the woods stares at the scholar with his lively eyes.

It was him who was strange. Whenever he missed the woman in green, there seemed to be a white shadow on the distant mountain, dancing in the sunset. When the scholar looked for the past, he couldn't find anything. The scholar lived like this until he died of old age and did not see the woman in green. She was not the same world as him. Everyone said that the scholar had read books all his life and read it in vain. But some people said that a white fox once appeared in front of the scholar's bed, and some people said that every day the scholar celebrated, there would be someone to worship on the grave."

"Many years, many years have passed, about a thousand years. The world has changed. The forests of that year have been flattened. It turned out to be the top scholar high school. The emperor married the princess to the top scholar and built a palace here. After entering the wedding night, the top scholar saw the princess in green clothes. She looked so familiar. She seemed to have seen it countless times in her dream, but she could not remember it. At this time, the door suddenly broke open. She was the maid who served her for many years. She has been taking care of the top scholar since she was a child and liked to wear white clothes. The maid said, "Mr., I have been serving you since I was a child. Today I want to say goodbye to you. The top scholar was heartbroken and asked why. The maid lifted her legs and pointed to the scar on her legs and said to the princess, "Before leaving, I want to report it to you."

The hatred of arrows, please give me kindness. The top scholar protects the princess, what are you doing? Seeing that the top scholar disagrees, the maid said sadly that the man who saved him was so proud that he could not repay him immediately. He could only become a human being after practicing for a thousand years. Today, the man’s golden list was over, and the previous relationship was over. I used one kind to waive and hate, and I hope the young master would take care of him. As he said that, he bowed again, retreated to the courtyard, and danced gracefully, but saw the bright moon, white clothes were better than snow, like a dream and a illusion, dancing deep, the maid squeaked and silenced. The moon was in the sky, and the top scholar seemed to see the sunset for more than a thousand years, and the distant mountains, and the green mountains were high. After the maid disappeared, the top scholar sent people to search countless times, but never found it again."

More than a dozen second-generation ancestors were fascinated by the hearing, and the little maid named Tao cried.

Then Song Jiu began to sing, which was a real slang, a vernacular song, which was "White Fox". According to the singing style of later generations, Song Jiu did not go out of tune and sang the hoarse and desolate flavor. Before he finished singing, Pan Lian'er walked out from behind the courtyard wall, slapped Song Jiu with tears while slapped her with a small pink fist: "You little villain, why don't you let the top scholar leave her behind?"

This story, this song, even if it is a real slang song, is too lethal in this era.

Zhao Kuangyin shook his head, Song Jiu wanted to tell Pan Lian'er on the other side of the courtyard wall. The voice was loud, and he could hear it vaguely, almost making him feel sad. The old eunuch beside him burst into tears. But he was not an ordinary person and said to the old eunuch: "Eunuch Liu, go and call that kid, otherwise Pan Mei's daughter would be a bit unbeautiful in public."

"Here."

Zhao Kuangyi suddenly said, "Brother, I listen to this story, why do the two women seem to have the shadow of Miss Pan and the head of the line?"

"Yes, he hasn't given up yet, and he hinted that I will wait for you for a thousand years. Unfortunately, Pan Mei's daughter has not heard of it. This brat." However, Zhao Kuangyin would not interfere. Pan Mei agreed. It was the matter of the Pan family. It seems that she was married. Although she was wronged, I believe that with this boy's cunning talent, she would not live a hard life.

When Eunuch Liu walked to the door of Pan's house, several second-generation ancestors knew him and said strangely: "Eunuch Liu, why are you here too?"

One by one, they waited for Pan Lian'er to finish crying, hoping that she would blackmail another nice story. Eunuch Liu whispered: "Everyone, you guys, come in the house, the official's house is in the teahouse."

"emperor?"

"Yes, Song Jiulang, good luck, the emperor wants to call you over and have tea and chat with him."

The emperor wanted to have a tea and talk to Song Jiu. Pan Lian'er couldn't beat Song Jiu again, but glared at Song Jiu with hatred: "You bad guy!" How can you not be bad? It made her laugh and cry at the other moment, and she was so angry.

Pan Weide looked at Song Jiu's "lustful" eyes and the little sister's look, and said to Song Jiu: "Jiulang, from now on, you will be our brother. Don't forget, we will have a drink tonight, and you can't fight my little sister's idea."
Chapter completed!