Song Mingyue

Chapter 14 Ask the son to recite a poem

After Zhao Hao returned to his seat, the host, Lu Qing, got up and said some polite words like "Thanks to all of you for coming to make the plants shine", and the Peony Flower Fair officially started.

Everyone toasted and staggered, and after three rounds of drinking, the Peony Flower Party also reached its climax.

Lu Qing, the owner of Hundred Flowers Village, stood up, holding a wine bottle, smiling all over his face, and said in a slow voice: "Today, the peonies are in full bloom. On the occasion of this grand event, the old man asked me three times before I invited Layman Plum Blossom to come forward and play a song for you all." Voiceless."

The audience was silent for a moment, Yaque was silent, and then suddenly burst into warm applause, and the cheers were thunderous.

Zhao Hao was confused, and asked Liang Lie next to him in doubt, "Who is Jushi Meilin? Is he awesome?"

When Liang Lie was asked at first glance, he immediately showed an innocent expression and shook his head desperately.

"Layman Meilin is famous for his piano skills all over the south of the Yangtze River. Three years ago, a layman of Qingzhen heard one of his songs, and it was amazing. Since then, Layman Meilin's reputation has grown day by day, but his nature is indifferent. Jiangning city is proud to have one of his songs. , but you will not hesitate to ask for it.”

It was Zhao Dian who answered him.

Zhao Hao nodded, but secretly wondered.Let me go, although Uncle Yun was born as a robber, he is quite gossipy, and he knows a lot about this kind of entertainment news.

"Men and gentlemen, Merlin is very polite!" A clear and cold voice came from the southeast corner, attracting everyone's attention.

I saw a long silk and satin curtain hanging on the southeast corner, like a silk wall, the cold and soft voice came from behind the curtain, and behind the hazy silk curtain, a slim and graceful figure prostrated .

With a light flick of the fingertips, the sound of the zither dinged across the air, and the audience fell silent for an instant. No one made a sound, and even the sound of the needle falling could be clearly heard.

The sound of the piano gurgled.In an instant, one is already in the peony bushes, and the blossoming flowers are blooming petals, white like snow, red like clouds, and a faint fragrance is emitted from the tender stamens; the spring is bright, the spring breeze blows, and the colorful butterflies dance around the flowers Flying, walking among the flowers, I only feel the clothes fluttering; when I feel relaxed and happy, suddenly there is a beautiful person among the flowers, the snow is flowing, the sleeves are dancing and the clouds, and the peony on the human face is red. Falling into the world... When the scenery is beautiful, the sound of the piano suddenly turns again, elegant and free, flying freely, like a wisp of cloud in the blue sky, like a fisherman's song on a moonlit night in the spring river, like a rainbow after the rain, White, fresh, ethereal...

At the end of the song, everyone in the hall was intoxicated by the sound of the zither, quietly, as if in a dream, no one dared to make a sound, as if they were afraid of breaking the beautiful atmosphere created by the sound of the zither.

"The Qin heart is like jade, unparalleled in the world!"

Lu Qingteng, the owner of Baihua Villa, stood up and expressed his sincere admiration.

As soon as Lu Qing finished speaking, the audience felt like waking up from a dream, and the applause was thunderous.

Fuck, it's so fucking amazing, this will be in the future, and it will definitely be the ear of the music world!
Zhao Hao couldn't help admiring, and when he raised his head, he saw a slim white figure standing behind the silk curtain, turning around holding the piano and leaving.

After Layman Meilin left, the atmosphere of the banquet gradually became more lively, and gradually moved towards the style of a poetry gathering.Everywhere there was a staggering of toasts, drinking orders, tasting poems, appreciating peonies, and there were singers playing the piano and singing and dancing. It was very lively.

When those literati chatted about the growing popularity of poetry, they didn't know who suggested it, but they even started a poem with the theme of peony.At the beginning, it was just a small-scale fight of poems. After the trouble, Lu Qing simply stood up and asked everyone in the hall to use peonies as the theme. Those who are interested can leave masterpieces, or poems, or words, or poems, for everyone to appreciate.

Next to Lu Qing, sat a group of Jiangning Confucian scholars, most of whom were in their thirties, drinking fine wine and commenting on poems at the same time.In front of them are all new works delivered from various tables.

Today's poems are mainly composed of young people, and the quality is not high, which makes Lu Qing frown slightly, but generally speaking, there are still a few high-quality poems, which make him happy.

At this time, he was chatting and laughing with a few great Confucian scholars. The really good poems had already come out, and it was estimated that there would be few good works in the future, so the two of them were discussing these excellent poems.

"Three springs are full of wonderful peony stamens, half leaning on the back of the colorful butterfly. After this flower blooms, thousands of flowers will fade away, and it will return in the next spring... Lu Gong, although the Zheng family prospered with the blessing of the queen, it is also full of talents. The son Zheng Ning is very talented and entered the Imperial College early, although the third son Zheng Yu is arrogant and arrogant, his poetry skills are also good, I heard that he will also study in the Imperial Academy in the coming year, and his future is boundless."

Lu Qing smiled slightly, picked up a song and said: "Although Zheng Yu's works are good, their character seems to be a little bit worse... Compared with Mr. Xie Yu's excellent works, they are not as good after all. I heard that Xie Yu will enter the Imperial Palace in March. Xue, this work is really extraordinary. You see...Kites and flying grasses grow and peonies are in full bloom, and all the flowers are flying. The dense emerald birds sing, and the wine shop by the post road and bridge. Meet and go hand in hand to find fragrance, full of diverting clouds. The past is wasted, still Xi Pan Lang Bin Wei Hua... Is this song 'Ugly Slave' better?"

Everyone chatted while commenting on the poems. From time to time, there were new poems delivered, which were divided into several copies for everyone to pass on for viewing and tasting.There are still good poems, but if they want to surpass Xie Yu's "Ugly Slave", I'm afraid they still have to be close to the standard.

"Huh~" Lu Qing suddenly let out a soft cry, causing everyone to look at the poem in his hand.

"In the evening of spring, counting apricots and tinsel is fragrant. The cold wind is blowing, and the spring dream is far away in Jinping. The young willows are soft and soft, and the shadows of flowers are hidden in the deep courtyard. I tried light shirts and painted fans for the first time, and the peony red has not yet unfolded... This Who wrote the song 'To the Golden Gate'... Who is Layman Xiangxue?"

Everyone appreciating the word carefully, they all feel that the artistic conception is very elegant, graceful and fresh, it is indeed the best of the words, and they all showed surprise expressions.

A house slave approached quietly and whispered a few words in Lu Qing's ear, and Lu Qing suddenly had a look of enlightenment on his face.

"It turned out to be the female son of the Wang family... She is quite a strange woman. No wonder the son of the whole city, Wang Sun, dreamed of it, and I am afraid that she will not be the one in the pool."

All the Confucian scholars understood Lu Qing's admiration, and unconsciously looked at Wang Jue's side.

At this time, Wang Jue had already become the hottest figure in the banquet. From time to time, young men came to toast and strike up a conversation, including Xie Yu, Zheng Yu and others.

Opposite Wang Yu, sat a young man in purple clothes, half-hid his face with a folding fan, gently and slowly sipping the sake in the cup, looking at his nose and heart, looking at the people around Wang Jue. Everyone turned a blind eye, and never looked at anyone.

However, everyone in the hall gradually saw through her identity, and most of the teenagers who came to strike up a conversation came for her.

"Brother, it is fate to meet each other. I, Zheng Yu, may I offer a cup to brother?"

"..."

Zheng Yu, the third son of the Zheng family, was born with red lips and white teeth, and a handsome appearance. Although he was not as talented as his brother Zheng Ning, he still had a place in the Jiangning literary world.Young and rich, handsome, well-known family, full of literary talents, the enhanced version of the typical rich and handsome, I don't know how many Jiangning girls have been fascinated.

It's just that it doesn't seem to work in front of the girl in purple clothes disguised as a man. Zheng Yu stood stiffly holding the wine glass for a long time without getting any response, but Wang Jue felt sorry, so he had a haha ​​and had a drink with Zheng Yu to pass the time. Zheng Yu left.

"This brother has an extraordinary appearance. I don't know who it is, brother Wang. Can you recommend him?"

Compared with Zheng Yu, Xie Yu is not only uncompromising in all aspects, but also has three points more talent and is much more mature than Zheng Yu.He took the route of saving the country with a curve, and quietly asked Wang Jue for a recommendation, but in the end he was still ruthlessly rejected, but after all, he did not show his strength and lose face.

Zheng Yu and Xie Yu are already the best among the youths in the hall in all respects, even if the two of them received such a cold reception, needless to say the others were there, everyone came here in good spirits and returned unhappy.

At this time, the poetry meeting had come to an end, and three excellent poems were selected - Zheng Yu's "Appreciating the Peony", Xie Yu's "Ugly Slave", and Xiangxue Layman's "Visiting the Golden Gate".

Lu Qing and other three great Confucians re-copied it on rice paper and hung it on the screen in the hall for everyone to appreciate and comment.

After shaking their heads and reading it, everyone praised and felt ashamed.Especially after someone inquired about the identity of "Layman Xiangxue", there was a burst of uproar, and the eyes looking at Wang Jue's side were a little more intense.

Since Zhao Hao entered the hall, he looked around curiously at first, and leaned on the railing to enjoy the exotic flowers and plants and the bright spring scenery in the village. Later, he was very interested in the sound of the piano by Lay Meilin and the singing and dancing of several singers. .However, after the Peony Club entered the poetry club mode, Zhao Hao felt that it was boring, even boring.

They all shook their heads and chanted gorgeous sentences in a long tune, and a group of idiots beside them applauded... That scene, just like the funeral singing in the countryside when I was a child, looked as stupid as I could, which made Zhao Hao embarrassed I have committed cancer, so I simply closed my eyes and rested my mind, which was completely out of tune with the style in the hall.

This scene fell into Zheng Yu's eyes inadvertently - he led the crowd to humiliate Zhao Hao once two years ago, and today he was already attracted by the number one beauty in Jiangning, but after receiving the cold reception Unknowingly, his eyes fell on Zhao Hao's side again.

Zheng Yu smiled coldly, and beckoned the slave beside him to approach, and after a few whispered instructions, the slave obeyed and left.

"The four major mansions of Jiangning City each have their best works selected, and the Zhao mansion is the only one that missed... It is rare for Mr. Zhao to come today. Why don't you ask Mr. Zhao to leave a peony poem and collect the best works of the four mansions, and let me wait for another day Speaking of which, what kind of honor do you have?"

Zhao Hao was resting his eyes with his eyes closed, his mind was in a daze, when he suddenly heard the word "Mr.

While Zhao Hao was in a state of confusion, many people already echoed his voice.

"That's right, if the four major houses in Jiangning stay together to recite the masterpiece of Peony, it will become a good story in the future."

"Mr. Zhao is the son of the clan, with the blood of the official family, so his work must be good."

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What the hell!

PS: Well, it’s not that the author doesn’t work hard to update, but that the author is unwilling to join the 2000-word party... According to the practice of veteran authors, each new issue is 2000 characters, 4000 words in two chapters a day, and less than 3 words a week. It is also called double-update every day.Although the author does not double update every day, he updated more than 4 words a week...

The rule of the new issue is that it is not appropriate to update more, please understand...By the way, there will be another update at 19:[-] tonight.

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