Qingchuan History

Chapter 645 Opening the Book

What instructions?
Everyone around was buried in paper and pens, so he couldn't look at him openly, so he still lowered his chin and lowered his head halfway, his eyes raised above his eyelids, exchanging glances.

Gu Xinglang's clear and handsome face cast half a shadow in the twilight and flickering lights.

He suddenly felt that when Rong Rongxuan claimed to know him 1% at that time, Gu Xinglang said "too much", it was not a deterrent. 【[-]】

The two looked at each other like this, and within three seconds, Shangguanyan fell into ink again, and began to draw along the rhythm with all his attention.

It was half dark when No.1 handed in the paper, and it was a short poem:
Frost falls and water returns to the ravine, and wind falls and trees return to the mountain.Ran Ran Sui will have a banquet, and everything will return to its original source. 【2】

The corners of Gu Xinglang's mouth slightly raised, and he asked if he had any questions, and answered "Frost's descent".

Another verse was presented one after another, which are:

Before the rain in the spring valley, pick the fragrant smoke together.The green is tender and difficult to fill the cage, and the clear and easy evening sky. 【3】

At the beginning of the yang qi, the stinging of insects, the shaoguang earth week.The peach blossoms bloom in Shu brocade, and the eagles age in spring.Time scrambles and urges, sprouts and repairs.The world is full of troubles, and the fields are full of cultivation. 【4】

Ruan Xueyin understood, and thought to himself that Su Wanwan's music composed according to solar terms was so precise that the listeners could feel it, and they wrote words about frost, grain rain, and waking insects. 【5】

She didn't know what she finally named this Hongqu, but judging from the answers presented so far, all of them are close, and they are all half-win.

Then Wen Shu got up and handed over the paper and inkstone respectfully.There seemed to be more than one, but when Gu Xinglang flipped through it, it turned out that there were three.

Poetry?

They were all long, and Gu Xinglang read every word like an article.

"Spring songs, autumn songs, winter songs." He raised his eyes to Wen Shu, "The wording is good, the affection is good, and the title expresses the meaning directly. But why is there no summer song?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, Minnv has never heard the meaning of summer in this song, so she can't force it to sing for the four seasons. Later, compare it with the answer in the hands of His Highness Chunfeng. For the minnv, let's call the song for three seasons. "

Su Wanwan said that the score was written year after year, and it has not been completed yet. Ruan Xueyin always thought it was done in chronological order.

So it's stuck in summer time, why don't you just skip it?
The level of the other gate of Jizhao Pavilion is endless summer.

Today is July and a half, and it is also summer, midsummer.

The occasion was wrong, and it was difficult for her to make up the connection and deduce the logic, so she could only list the coincidence temporarily.King Ning, Wen Ju, Shangguan Yan and other descendants of the family handed in the papers one after another, leaving only Ji Wanling and the younger sons of Wang Xin's family.

The former has a very quiet complexion, and he paints carefully with a lake brush, which is known to be extraordinary from a distance.

The latter must have encountered a problem, his little brows were deeply frowned, and there was nothing on the white paper in front of him.

"Brother Nine's topic is too difficult for Yu Sheng'er." Yong Wang said, "You have to appreciate the rhyme, and you also need to talk about comprehension. The form is not limited, but it makes people unable to write."

Gu Xinglang was looking at the long scroll in front of him, which was stretched out by two palace servants in the night.That look is extremely difficult to describe, clearly smiling, but also like laughing and laughing. "Do you know what the old seven handed in?"

King Yong was startled, and turned his head to look at King Ning who had returned to the table, who was grinning and shaking his fan.

Gu Xinglang signaled, and the two palace servants turned the long scroll to the people below the jade steps, and the characters on it were instantly recognizable——

sheet music? !
"Your Majesty said that poetry, calligraphy and painting are all fine, but music scores are calligraphy and painting, right? I don't have the confidence to hit the short words of the name of the qin music directly, and I don't believe that anyone in the field can do it. Simply write the score, and there is no chance of winning."

There are tens of thousands of characters, and it is really difficult to choose one or a few characters to guess.Therefore, Gu Xinglang didn't set any restrictions on the form, he only used the content to express his ideas, and he chose the closest one to win.

"Brother Seven is using a trick!" Yong Wang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's to be the closest to the title of the song. How can the score be close to the title of the song?"

King Ning shook his fan and haha, "Eleventh Brother, you have suffered the loss of not playing the piano! In the traditional music score, the name of the song is listed first, and then the score follows; or the title of the song is on the cover, and the first page is the score. , mother and son, outside and inside, the score is not the closest, I can't think of anyone who can be closer to the title of the song!"

It's really fallacious, a language game, but he said it clearly.King Yong was amazed, and then turned to Gu Xinglang, "Seventh brother not only played tricks, but also argued hard, it seems that he has a big wish to ask ninth brother to agree!"

Gu Xinglang smiled, and turned to Su Wanwan, who was playing the piano, "Xiaowan, take a look, is the score correct?" Then to King Ning, "I'm happy today, so I got your fallacy. If no one's answer is as close as yours, you will be considered the winner. Only one point, the score must not be wrong."

King Ning withdrew his fan and laughed, "Your Majesty is too strict with your ministers! I have only listened to the song once, and it is still so long. It is a great talent to be able to keep silent from the beginning to the present! There should be more than a dozen mistakes, right?"

Su Wanwan was called by name, she didn't know whether she should step forward or not.Gu Xinglang stretched out his hand again, and she walked up the jade steps with small steps and knelt beside him.

"Look carefully." His voice was extremely soft, and his expression was soft, "Where is something wrong, please point it out to me."

Su Wanwan's eyelashes trembled again, like moths fluttering in the lights.She raised her eyes up and down, looking one after another very slowly, without stretching her fingers for a long time.

"It can't be right everywhere." Sitting next to Chunfeng, Xiao Mo seldom opened his mouth.

"Your seventh brother has played the piano for nearly 20 years." Chunyue said with a smile, "It's not impossible to know the score once and keep silent."

King Ning smiled even more, and seemed a bit embarrassed, and the hand that shook the fan unconsciously quickened.

The night fell completely, and the lights were completely bright.After reading the last stroke, Su Wanwan lowered her head and replied:

"The servant did not see anything wrong."

At the same time, Ji Wanling and Xiao Shizi closed their pens one after another, and handed in two volumes, the former with a picture and the latter with a word.

In the painting, there is a pink cherry tree, the snow under the tree is white, not like the soil; in the distance, there are layers of yellow and red smudges, and the autumn is not the spring when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom; when you look closely, you can see that there is a cicada on the cherry tree, with thick black fine brushwork , exuberant tweeting vigorous figure.

Gu Xinglang just smiled, and signaled the palace people to hold up the painting for everyone to admire.

"Spring cherry blossoms in the snow, autumn in the distance, and summer with cicadas singing." Ning Wang commented, "Mrs. Yu's painting is really similar to Miss Wen's Song of Three Seasons, only one season longer."

"It's more than that." Ruan Xueyin said, "Overall, everyone's feelings are related to the solar terms of the four seasons," and turned to Gu Xinglang, "It seems to be right."

Gu Xinglang looked at Xiao Shizi's clearly childish but extremely neat word "year", and asked what it meant.

Xiao Shizi was a little apprehensive, his hands hanging on both sides were slightly bent, as if he wanted to grab the hem of his clothes, he finally held back, and replied:
"My nephew and minister didn't find this song pleasant. The more I listened to it, the more drowsy I became. It was like reading a book. I just felt that the time passed slowly, and the days seemed like years."

Therefore, the word "year" is written in large strokes.

Gu Xinglang was amused, "Sheng'er doesn't like studying?"

"It's not that I don't like it when I go back to the king, but I have to read too much. I often hold candles late at night—"

At a young age, no matter how much I like it, I am tired of it.

Before he finished speaking, Gu Xinglang understood, and opened his eyes to King Xin: "Fourth brother has worked very hard since he was a child, and it's the same with Sheng'er here."

King Xin hurriedly said, "Sheng'er is a young son, and he will become a noble in the future. As a descendant of the Gu family, he should work hard to think of his family and country."

Gu Xinglang nodded, and said to Ruan Xueyin, "This is still the case with princes and princesses. You must be strict in the future, and you, a mother, are not allowed to cry."

"Chen and concubine dare not."

Sheng Xiayan, holding an answer in Chunfeng's hands was already a little sweaty.She couldn't sit still, raised her hand and said:
"Since you have handed in the papers, let's make a decision, right? Brother Nine, please show me."

Gu Xinglang smiled, "You bring up the answer and show it to us first."

[1] 579 Huayin
【2】Bai Juyi's "Late Years"

【3】Qi Ji "Thanks to the Venerable Master for Sending Tea"

【4】Yuan Zhen's "Ode to the Twenty-Four Qi Poems·Awakening of Insects February Festival"

【5】612 Secret of Sumen
(End of this chapter)