As Li Xiuzhu was talking, the six people left the room.

They don't have to go down, just stand at the edge of the building and look down.

Cuiyun thoughtfully took out the stools in the house one by one, and thus a viewing platform was formed.

They were the only ones on the fourth floor, so no one disturbed them.

At this point, Li Xiuzhu and the others also saw this Qinglian named Youwei.

It’s a pity that they were sitting too high. Although the view was wide, the angle and distance were not as good as those on the second floor.

"Thank you all for coming to attend Youwei's wedding today. Youwei has no way to repay you, so I will sing a Liangzhou Dabian to thank you all."

As soon as Shen Youwei's voice fell, the crowd below suddenly became noisy.

"Liangzhou Dabian, it's actually Liangzhou Dabian, this is a piece of music that even the emperor appreciates."

"I didn't expect to hear about Liangzhou Dabian. Today's trip was worthwhile."

“Just this one song is worth the ticket.”

It's not all hype. Where there is support, there will naturally be doubts.

"But wasn't the Liangzhou Dabian lost? Is there really anyone who can play it?"

"I'm also confused. Isn't this just a gimmick? Don't ruin the reputation of Liangzhou."

"I want to hear whether it is the Liangzhou Dabian or not."

"If so, a night of love would be worth a thousand gold."

"If not, haha, then Madam Youwei's reputation would be ruined."

Just then, the sound of pipa rang out.

At first, the sound of the big strings was loud and long, and the noise was like a violent storm.

Then the small strings become soft, gentle and melodious, as if someone is whispering goodbye in your ear.

The next moment, the sense of war and swords was overwhelming, and the murderous intent of wishing to drink the blood of the enemy alive was spreading.

The noisy sound disappeared, and what remained was the lingering sound of the iron cavalry's swords and guns, as well as the thunder and lightning.

After the song was finished, everyone was immersed in the magnificent sound of the pipa and couldn't extricate themselves.

"Good, it is indeed Liangzhou Dabian, it is indeed Liangzhou Dabian. It lives up to the name Liangzhou Dabian. Once this song is released, the value of Youwei will surely double."

Shen Youwei looked up when she heard that, with a trace of sadness between her brows, just like Xishi holding her heart, so lovable.

"Mr. Sun, you are too polite. But I still thank you for your kind words."

"Everyone has limited time, so I won't waste your time. Youwei's first question is to write a poem based on the pipa I just played."

"Limited time, one stick of incense."

After saying that, Shen Youwei stood up and left quietly.

The madam came up at the same time and said, "Please let Youwei rest for a while. Those who want to write poems can come and buy paper. The price of paper is five cents of silver per piece."

"If you want, you can ask now."

Five cents? Wow, 500 yuan for a piece of paper. Is this paper bordered with silver?

However, what Li Xiuzhu didn't expect was that just as he finished expressing his feelings, a fight broke out below.

"I want one. Give me one."

"Here, I want one."

"I want it, too. I want it, too."

"I……"

My goodness! Li Xiuzhu glanced down and saw that just by selling paper, they sold seventy or eighty taels of paper in just a few minutes. This is fucking robbery.

Fortunately, it seems to be quite humane. When you buy paper, you get free ink and a pen.

"Brother-in-law, do we want it?"

Li Xiuzhu angrily flicked Fu Yunshuang's head.

"You think your brother-in-law doesn't have enough trouble, right? Your sister knows that she would beat me to death."

Fu Yunshuang blinked her big eyes when she heard that.

"Didn't my eldest sister allow my brother-in-law to have a concubine?"

"Hmm~" Looking at those innocent big eyes, Li Xiuzhu thought about it speechlessly, it seemed to be true.

But that's not right.

Just now, Su Chengcheng was closer to him, and the girl was jealous.

"Yun Shuang, you have no hostility towards her? You are not jealous?"

"She plays the pipa beautifully. I think if she were to play it in my restaurant, even if she only played it once a day, the price of the dishes would double."

"I'll sell the chickens for one ounce of silver each, and I don't believe no one will come."

Damn, it has to be you! You tricked such a beautiful woman back home and asked her to work for you? At this time, Su Chengcheng suddenly said to Cuiyun: "Cuiyun, go get me a piece of paper."

Cuiyun was stunned when she heard this. This was actually stealing business from the building.

Cuiyun did not go to get the paper immediately, but looked at Nong Yue.

Nong Yue nodded indifferently, and Cuiyun then ran to get the paper.

"Humph, you want to earn 490 wen from me for a piece of paper? Dream on."

"I am related."

Su Chengcheng, with an innocent face, immediately made Nong Yue and Li Biyao laugh, while Fu Yunshuang was a little annoyed that she had not thought of this benefit.

But when paper and pen were brought up, Su Chengcheng was suddenly stunned. It was okay for her to appreciate poetry, but could she write poetry?

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"What's wrong? Are you not capable?"

Su Chengcheng became furious when he heard this.

"Who says I can't do it? I'm very good. Wait."

Su Chengcheng wrote furiously, and surprisingly, she actually wrote a poem.

Thousands of miles away at the border town, the grass is autumnal. Who can play the music that can express the sorrow of ancient times?

The pipa wants to write a song of lovesickness, the setting sun is filled with yellow clouds and wild geese.

Li Xiuzhu took a look and looked at Su Chengcheng in surprise. The writing was quite neat, but it was a little bit inconsistent with the mood of today.

"good!"

Upon hearing this, Su Chengcheng's eyes widened and a smile appeared on her face.

Fu Yunshuang pouted her lips slightly and said nothing. She was also well-versed in literature and could tell good from bad.

Su Chengcheng said proudly: "See, what is strength? This is strength. Even Brother Xiuzhu praised me."

"Fu Yunshuang, can you do this?"

Fu Yunshuang immediately stopped working and started shaking Li Xiuzhu's arm.

"Brother-in-law, look at her, she's bullying me."

Li Xiuzhu couldn't handle the little hillock that hadn't grown yet. How could he write this without getting scolded? "Ahem, okay, Chengcheng, how many years older are you than Yunshuang? Give in to your sister."

It would have been better if Li Xiuzhu hadn't said this, but after he did, Fu Yunshuang became even more annoyed.

"Brother-in-law, I don't want her to give in. Please help me get revenge."

Upon hearing this, Li Biyao and Nong Yue both showed anticipation. They both knew about Li Xiuzhu's talent for poetry, and they also liked poetry.

"this……"

Without waiting for Li Xiuzhu to finish, Nong Yue spoke with anticipation.

"Li Lang, I want to listen too."

"Mr. Li, if it's not too much trouble, Bi Yao would like to listen too."

The atmosphere has become so tense, what should I do? It seems that this bitch can only pretend to be crying.

"Let me make it clear first. I can write it but I can't send it down. I want to keep a low profile."

"Okay, okay, brother-in-law, you write it. Today, we must let Su Chengcheng know that there are always people who are better than you."

Upon hearing this, Su Chengcheng wanted to refute, "It's not you who wrote it, why are you so proud?"

But looking at Li Xiuzhu, if that's the case, what if Brother Xiuzhu doesn't write anymore? After thinking about it, Su Chengcheng swallowed her dissatisfaction.

Li Xiuzhu shrugged. He didn't expect the two little guys to start arguing.

"Take two more sheets of paper. It may not be enough."

Upon hearing this, Nong Yue quickly spoke: "Cui Yun..."

"Sister, I'll get it right away."

Li Xiuzhu was thinking about which poem was more suitable for the topic.

After careful thought, it seems that one of the two Liangzhou Ci poems by Wang Han is more in line with the artistic conception of Liangzhou Dabian.

But Li Xiuzhu suddenly thought of another poem, but unfortunately, there were not many places where that poem could be used. After some deletions, it became suitable for the scene.

Eat, eat, haven’t eaten yet, the update is late, cough cough

(End of this chapter)