Chapter 221 A broken liver and intestine

The third update!

This is purely a mess. Just now, the party concerned Lin Qingyin has officially admitted defeat, and the judges have also given the results. It is too much to disturb the situation like this. What's more, it is even more shameless to ask Jun Moxie to play a song that is more than a song that is more heartbroken. Master Gang Caijun In the state, only the player's mood is slightly wrong, which makes him greedy, but the voice wants Jun Moxie to play another song, which is obviously difficult for the strong man!

"The winner is clear. Do you want to mess around?"

Miao Xiaomiao's eyebrows were raised, the phoenix's eyes were evil, and he was a little angry!

"He hasn't even touched the instrument. How can it be said that the winner is clear?"

That voice is unforgiving.

Jun Mo Xie's mind had already locked the person who shouted. He stood in the crowd far away, hid his head behind a person, bowed his head deeply, and just pulled his neck and shouted.

Generally, when shouting like this, he looks very angry, but this guy obviously looks guilty, lest others recognize him.

Zhan Qingfeng's face was calm, but a trace of pride flashed in his eyes. This person is the backhand he arranged in advance. In case Mo Junye wins, no matter what the reason is, he must find out. Even if he finds a bone in the egg, he will overthrow Mo Junye's victory!

Jun Moxie's mind just swept it once and understood everything. I sneered in my heart and said in my heart, if you know that I am the oriental book who plays the proud world in the ** City Danguan Building... I'm afraid I will never rush to give myself a chance to perform like this. Broken heart chanting is indeed perfect, but it can also be divided into three or six or nine. ......

"The so-called justice is in the hearts of the people, no matter what, since someone has raised a question, I will play a song for you. In the way, someone won't pick a bone in the egg and play tricks! Do you think I'm right, Mr. Zhan?"

Jun Moxie looked at Zhan Qingfeng with a smile.

"That's natural. If you want to win, you must really have overwhelming strength!"

Zhan Qingfeng smiled and waited, "The victory and defeat are clear. You can't just play with your mouth."

"Yes, but when it comes to subverting the idea of winning or losing, you can't just rely on your mouth."

Jun Moxie laughed and said, "It's even more impossible to rely on some invisible means to use some people who dare not even show their faces. The man who speaks, since he has the courage to speak, why not stand up? I can guarantee that I will never pursue it. Whether what you say is your personal will or represents the will of others!"

As soon as this sentence came out, Miao Xiaomiao burst into laughter. With her strength, she has naturally found that person. And Jun Moxie and Zhan Qingfeng's lips and words also made her figure out what was happening in front of her in an instant.

Since I came here, I have never seen Zhan Qingfeng say anything to this person. It seems that this person must have been arranged by Zhan Qingfeng. I didn't expect this person to be realistic and far-sighted, and his thoughtfulness had reached such a point. Before he could win, he thought about defeat, and unexpectedly arranged everything in advance.

But because of this, the defense against the breeze in my heart is even more! So, all his previous actions and the previous actions that made him feel warm are not all carefully designed by this person?

What is he going to do to please himself? Or what does the Zhan family want to do?

In Miao Xiaomiao's heart, for the first time, he raised the height of this problem to the height of the whole Zhan family, and he couldn't help but be wary of the masterpiece!

"Brother Lin, I didn't expect today's meeting, and I didn't have a musical instrument with me, so I had to borrow my brother's jade flute."

Jun Moxie is the leader with a smile.

Lin Qingyin agreed with a smile, took out the jade flute, wiped it very carefully in the clear water, and then held the jade flute with white silk and sent it to Jun Moxie.

This practice, in the fantasy house, is a musician's greatest respect for his peers!

Originally, as a person in Lin Qing's music world, he insisted on his own position. It is impossible to lend the instrument that will not leave him to others, but in Lin Qingyin's behavior, everyone can clearly feel an atmosphere.

That is, Mo Junye played music from Lin Qingyin's jade flute. What should really feel honored is Lin Qingyin himself and the Guan Yu Xiao!

Jun Moxie took the flute in his hand and felt as if there was nothing in his hand. He couldn't help but be shocked and said, "Good flute."

This tube of jade flute is held in his hand, and he can hardly feel the weight. I believe that only the extremely rare light jade can do this kind of jade!

"A good flute must also be matched with good talents. This jade flute is in my hand, but it is a little ruined. Now I can only place my hope on Brother Mo, hoping that it can make a different sound in the hands of Brother Mo.

Lin Qingyin smiled lonelyly and slowly retreated.

"Brother Lin is too modest."

Jun Moxie smiled faintly, looked at the jade flute in his hand, and whispered, "The song I'm about to play was written by a woman. It has been handed down for hundreds of years... Or the sky is jealous of the beauty, this peerless red pink, a beautiful woman, has been worried all his life, and his body is weak. In the world, a generation of beauty, disappears from the dust, and people can't help but sigh. However, because we are in a remote place, this song has never been circulated. It was just a coincidence that day that I was lucky to learn this Xiao song. Today, I will play it and share it with you.

When he said this, many people in the judge's table straightened their ears. Obviously, this is another piece of music that no one has ever heard before.

And it was made by a woman!

"This girl has a beautiful face, but because of her weak body, she rarely goes out because of her sickbed all year round. Usually, the biggest pleasure is to watch the flowers bloom and fade in front of the court, and see the clouds in the sky. "That day, the flowers in the garden are in full bloom. She enjoyed it for a day, and But that night, there was a strong wind, and there was light rain. Thousands of flowers were blooming, and all withered overnight. "Jun Moxie said this, and Miao Xiaomiao couldn't help whispering. If the heart changes this woman for herself, she will inevitably be extremely sad; especially if this woman is still lingering in a sick bed all year round, her heart will be weak, and suddenly destroy her little fun due to natural changes, isn't it more unbearable?

Sure enough, she only heard Jun Moxie say, "She was already anxious when she heard the sound of wind and rain at night. When the next day was just dawn, she got up in her clothes and came to the garden to see her favorite flowers, but what was placed in front of her was a miserable red ground..."

"She was very sad. Yesterday, the flowers were purple and red, but today they withered like this. However, in her heart, she couldn't bear these petals to be crushed in the mud and dust, so she swept up all the petals on the ground, put them in a sachet, and buried them. When she buried the flowers, she suddenly thought of herself. She was not such a fancy time, but she was seriously ill, or she would soon be born. So, if she could bury flowers today, who would he bury herself?

"Or touching the scene, or caused by the heart, this strange woman improvised a poem called "Funeral Flowers". The song I want to play today is the flute song she made with her own hands. And that woman, within three days after the lyrics were composed, she died..."

"Listening to what Brother Mo said, I really can't wait to listen to this song "Funeral Flower Singing"."

Miao Xiaomiao's eyes were full of color and he said with great interest, "But before Brother Mo plays it, can you write this poem first?"

"Miss Miao asked, of course it's okay!"

Jun Moxie said generously.

Miao Xiaomiao waved his hand, sent pen, ink, paper and inkstone, put it in front of her, and said with a smile, "Brother Mo, just recite it. This recording responsibility will be completed by the little sister."

"It's so good."

Jun Moxie understands what she means. She may have to play in calligraphy later. It's better not to show the cards for the time being.

The two of them are like singing a double reed. If you say a word, you will render the atmosphere of this song as if there is no one else. Before the funeral flower chanting began to play, it has been deeply rooted in people's hearts and stirred everyone's heartstrings.

First, tell a touching story, evoke the resonance in people's hearts, and then write the relevant lyrics, before everyone, and finally officially play this song, which can undoubtedly make the power of this song reach the greatest extent before!

With the brush in Miao Xiaomiao's hand dipped in ink, under Jun Moxie's gentle recitation, almost all men, women and children can catch the dream of red Mansions in the once popular "Bulture Flower Chant" on the earth. In this different world, it finally blooms with its unique brilliance!

"The flowers are flying all over the sky, and the red fragrance is broken. Who has pity?

The silk is soft and fluttering in the spring. The catkins are gently stained with the embroidered curtain.

The daughter cherishes the spring and evening, and she has nowhere to complain. She puts the flower hoes out of the embroidered leap in her hand, and endures stepping on the flowers back and over again.

Willow silk and elm pod from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei; if the peach and plum can be released again next year, who will know in the boudoir next year?

The fragrant nest in March has been built, and the swallows between the beams are too ruthless.

Although the flower hair can be pecked next year, it will also fall in the empty nest.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost and swords are strict with each other; when can the bright and fresh beauty be, and it is difficult to find it.

It is easy to see the flowers in bloom, and it is difficult to find. In front of the steps, you are worried about killing the burying flower people; leaning alone on the hoe to steal tears, and sprinkle the branches in the sky to see the blood marks.

The cuckoo was speechless at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the heavy door; the green light shone on the wall and the people fell asleep for the first time, and the cold rain knocked on the window and was not warm.

Does the slave's fault hurtful? Half for Lianchun and half annoyed by Chun; Lianchun suddenly annoys and goes away, and he is speechless.

Last night, there was a sad song outside the court. Do you know it is the soul of flowers and birds?

It is always difficult to keep the soul of the flower and the soul of the bird, and the bird is silent and ashamed of itself: May the slave give birth to wings and fly to the end of the sky with the flowers.

At the end of the sky, where is the xiangqiu?

If you don't want to collect the bones, you can hide the wind with pure land; the quality is still clean, stronger than the dirty ditch.

When you die today, you will be buried. When will you die?

You are laughing at the flower man today. Who does he know when he is tired of burial?

Try to see that the remnants of spring flowers are gradually falling, that is, when the beauty dies; once the spring is over, the flowers will fall and people will die!"

With Jun Moxie's recitation and Miao Xiaomiao's writing, everyone is immersed in this sad but beautiful and elegant poem. Even the two brothers Zhan Qingfeng and Zhan Yushu, who are dedicated to Jun Moxie, can't say a word of disturbing at this moment.

In the world, there is really such a beautiful artistic conception of poetry! And word by word, it is so real, close to everyone's life, that helplessness, that crispness in the face of life and death, "I use flowers as a metaphor for my arrogance and arrogance...

In the world, it turned out that there was such a strange woman with a blue and a wise heart. "