Let you be a proton, you chase the empress of the enemy country?

Chapter 93 The peacock flies southeast and wins the Yuefu official status! (Second more)

He originally wanted to find a reason to stop Ying Wuji, but he didn't expect him to directly engage in cultural and friendly exchanges between Lebanon and other reasons.

Caught off guard, Ying Wuji even mentioned the title of the poem on the stone wall.

"Congratulations to Da Li Xianxiang and Accepting a Bride"

Luo Yan: "..."

Zhao Ning: "..."

Everyone present: "..."

Everyone gasped, and Wangyuetan could almost hear a needle drop.

The matter of Luo Yan marrying a wife is not a top secret. After all, the Tianxiang Mansion purchased wedding items with great fanfare a few days ago, and many people wanted to take advantage of Wenhui's opportunity to photograph his horses, but...

Ying Wuji?
Wasn't he just banned by the prime minister from "The Case of Guillotine Beauty" some time ago?

This opening poem, I am afraid that the comer is not kind!
Sure enough, Ying Wuji wrote the pen.

"Seventeen brides and seventy men, with pale hair and red makeup."

Seeing the first couplet, everyone was silent. The melody was correct, but the aggressiveness was too strong and the sentences were lackluster.

If the level of "this song should only exist in the sky" can really be produced, even if it is a bit more aggressive, the prime minister will probably bear it.

Can……

Seeing Luo Yan's gloomy face, they held their breath subconsciously, feeling that an accident might happen at the Wenhui today.

Even Jiang Taiyuan, who was sitting on the main seat, was a little confused. He knew that his little brother was fierce, but he didn't know that this little brother was so fierce!

The sentence "I want to be your father" behind the stone wall just now was more excessive, but at least he avoided people and didn't say it out loud. You used such an aggressive sentence in front of so many people...

Who in Jiangcheng doesn't know that the prime minister is aging beyond his age.

It is obvious that Shouyuan has been raised to 150 years old, and other civil servants are getting stronger and stronger with age, but he is already gray-haired and haggard.

It happened that this appearance married a beautiful lady. The common people knew that she was a bit old and unrefined, but no one dared to say it.

Come up and poke people's pain points!

And these two sentences are really not high-level. If the level is higher, it can be regarded as mutual greetings among literati. You... it's not appropriate to point at the prime minister's nose in public, right?

Jiang Taiyuan rubbed his temples, he was so worried about me, brother.

However, at this moment, under the gaze of everyone, Ying Wuji continued to write ink.

The mandarin ducks are covered in double nights,
A tree of pear blossoms pressing crabapple!

After the last two sentences fell, Wenhui, which had been audible for needle dropping, suddenly became lively.

"Huh!"

"Nice poem!"

"Pear Blossom, Begonia, this picture..."

"The last sentence is really the finishing touch!"

"Although, this is indeed a good poem!"

Everyone looked at Luo Yan one after another. Most of them knew the grievances between the prime minister and Qian Guo's proton. After all, the large-scale sealing of the book...

Without this last sentence, it would be no problem for Luo Yan to reprimand or even punish Ying Wuji, but with such a sentence, it would be bad to be aggressive, so would Luo Yan swallow this tone.

Not only are they looking forward to it, but even Ying Wuji is also looking forward to it.

After all, this prime minister is too easy to explode his skills, but unexpectedly...

"Haha! Great poem!"

Luo Yan stood up with a smile: "What a pear tree pressing down on a begonia, then thank you son Wuji for giving me the poem!"

His voice was very calm, even with a touch of joy, as if he really liked this masterpiece, even though there was a lot of offense in it.

However, his mood gauge still broke through [-]%. When he met Ying Wuji's eyes, the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, which still revealed the unrest in his heart.

【Fine】: +3
[Qi]: +30
【God】: +25
Ying Wuji pursed his lips. Luo Yan made his fortune too late. When he entered the court and became an official, he had already broken through the fetal transformation state, which was comparable to a sixth-rank spiritual embryo, and his cultivation had not improved any further.

But even so, the qi and god attributes he dropped are still much stronger than those in the ordinary womb state, at least to beat Jiang Taiyuan, a big brother, is it all the credit of "Nurturing Qi Technique"?

It's just that this old comrade broke his defenses frequently, and he felt that his energy-raising skills were not very good.

Unfortunately, there is no drop skill this time.

It may be that the wave just now rose too high, making it impossible to gather energy for this wave.

Luo Yan smiled lightly and made a gesture of invitation: "This poem is a very good opening. With Mr. Wuji's pearls and jades in front, today's literary meeting will surely be different. Please sit down, Mr. Wuji!"

"Tsk!"

Ying Wuji shook his head and sat back in his seat.

Although Hua Chao was still a little depressed, she still gave him a warm and sweet smile, and said softly: "I don't need to be like this in the future, I... really don't matter."

The literati present couldn't help admiring secretly, thinking that he is worthy of being a prime minister, and his temperament is really good.

In this way, the atmosphere of the Wenhui was completely mobilized. Poems and paintings poured in one after another, and there were many excellent works among them. that quota.

One after another poems were inscribed on the stone wall, and then one after another was cleared away. Only the masterpieces recognized by everyone can be left behind.

But even so, the stone wall is almost full of questions, but fortunately, the poetry meeting is coming to an end.

Ying Wuji squinted his eyes. Naturally, he didn't expect this teasing poem to win the spot. In fact, he really couldn't win it. It's just that in this link, the two people he paid attention to didn't make a move.

Both Han Juan and Zhao Qi were as stable as Mount Tai, and the former even half-prostrated on the wine table and dozed off.

Could it be that they are all staring at the second stage?
never mind!

do not care!
Ying Wuji patted the back of Hua Chao's hand lightly: "Sister Hua Chao, it's your turn!"

"Ok!"

Hua Chao took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and walked towards the stone wall under the gaze of everyone.

Those who stood up with her, as well as the singers who had already put on their makeup, stood in front of the stone wall one after another.

The scene was a little chaotic for a while.

"This... Miss Hua Chao is here too!"

"Look at their posture, are they going to play opera again?"

"Could it be the second half of "The Case of Guillotine Beauty"?"

"Shh..."

"It's really outrageous. The Wenhui is a solemn place. How can you even enter opera?"

"What happened to Xiqu? You..."

"Don't argue with him, his makeup is obviously not from Dali, and the pattern of Jixia Academy is embroidered on his clothes. These old antiques from the Qi State are old-fashioned, not to mention lacking in literary talent, and they always like to look down on this and look down on that! "

"You! My Jixia School is the number one school in the world, how can I allow you..."

"Jixia Academy is no longer as prosperous as it used to be. Your juniors have lost their reputation. Instead of feeling ashamed, you show off the glory of your predecessors. It's really... I am ashamed to be with you!"

"you……"

"cut!"

Luo Ming made a sharp cut. He didn't expect these people in Jixia Academy to know nothing about "bar".

However, Ying Wuji's method is really easy to use. If you find a loophole in the other party and attack him personally, as long as you stand on the moral high ground, you will win [-]% of the debate.

He turned to the stone wall, and his eyes fell on Hua Chao's figure, with a hint of anticipation on his face.

If this opera sings well and is recorded in Zhou Yuefu, then as the pioneer of opera, she is absolutely qualified to serve in Zhou Yuefu. Even if she has no real power, she can live in peace. , she can also...

Luo Ming thought of the scene behind the stone wall just now, and his father must have thought of this too, so he didn't make things difficult for Ying Wuji, right?

At this time, Jiang Taiyuan, who was on the main seat, also said: "Who is writing poetry or composing music? And what is the title?"

"The little girl Hua Chao is a singing girl in Jiangcheng."

Hua Chao smiled slightly: "The little girl's works are both poems and songs, but in the final analysis they are operas. As for the title... Before my mother passed away, she had written a playbook, but she was forced to stop due to serious illness. Young master Wuji helped me to complete the opera together with the little girl, just in time to meet the same face today, so I dare to show it!"

When speaking, she didn't look in Luo Yan's direction the whole time.

But Luo Yan's eyes were already a little red, and Hua Wanqiu, who was next to her, looked at Luo Yan for a while, and Hua Chao for a while, her expression was slightly dignified, she didn't know what she was thinking.

Jiang Taiyuan laughed loudly: "Young lady's opera is famous, I have heard about it since I first entered Jiangcheng, but Zhou Yuefu's collection of new styles is extremely strict. If you want to use opera to enter the palace, you need the consent of all the music officials!"

He pointed to the two rows of seats under the stage, ten of them were all accompanying officials from Yuefu.

Jiang Taiyuan smiled and said, "I don't know what the name of this opera is."

Hua Chao took a deep breath, and slowly uttered five words: "The peacock flies southeast!"

"The peacock flies southeast?"

There were whispers off the court.

In fact, when Hua Chao said that Ying Wuji was helpful, they were already looking forward to this drama. Regardless of Ying Wuji's other aspects of word-of-mouth, he has never disappointed people in terms of literary talent.

People know how to compose serious poems, and they can compose decent operas.

Although it is useless in this world of great controversy, it is enough for appreciation.

Luo Yan also sat upright, waiting quietly, but he didn't know whether he wanted to see Ying Wuji's skills, or the remnants left by his dead wife.

Hua Wanqiu looked at him with complicated expressions, he seemed to have sensed her emotions, turned his head and forced a smile to show his comfort.

"Ding!"

Hua Chao lightly plucks the pipa, and there is love before the melody. Everyone's eyes are attracted to the stone wall. Under the reflection of the stars and the pool water, the open space in front of the stone wall itself is a natural stage. The movements of the people above can be seen. Clearly.

"A peacock flies southeast and wanders five miles away!"

"Thirteen weaves vegetables, fourteen learns to tailor clothes. Fifteen plays the harp, sixteen recites poems and books. Seventeen is a gentleman's wife, and her heart is always sad. Since the monarch is a government official, he will keep his integrity. The concubine will leave the house empty. , Seeing each other is rare every day. The cock crows into the weaving machine, and there is no rest every night..."

The voice is mournful and pleasant, coupled with the interpretation of several actors, it pulls people into the scene in an instant.

The whispering Hua Chao seems to be the woman in the song.

Luo Yan's pupils shrank, and he looked at Ying Wuji in shock.

Yuefu poetry!
What a solid foundation!

He had heard the story in this song from his deceased wife, and probably remembered the content of the story, but he was sure that the original lyrics were definitely not like this.This kid Ying Wuji...is actually so talented.

Hua Chao continued to sing down: "The government officials have to hear it, and the mother in the hall said: "My son has become a rich man, and I am lucky to have this woman again. We are friends in Huangquan together. We have worked together for two or three years. For a long time. There is no deviation in women's behavior, so why not be thick.'..."

With her singing, the story slowly unfolded, slowly unfolding the love story of Jiao Zhongqing and Liu Lanzhi.

Liu Lanzhi worked diligently at her husband's house, but was made things difficult by her mother-in-law in front of a good daughter-in-law.

The husband and wife have a deep friendship, but under the pressure of their mother, Jiao Zhongqing can only temporarily send Liu Lanzhi back to Liu's family, and promised to bring her back.

Unexpectedly, after returning home, Liu Lanzhi was forced by her parents and elder brother to remarry.

Every sentence is extremely vivid, especially when Liu Lanzhi was forced to marry, many people felt resentment.

All the young people present were moved, and some young women even started to wipe their tears.

Even Hua Wanqiu who was beside Luo Yan was fascinated by it for a while.

The story continues.

When Jiao Zhongqing heard that Liu Lanzhi was being forced into marriage, she was anxious, so she went to look for her, but at that time the bridal sedan chair of the high official's family would arrive in a day.

A pair of lovers naturally do not want to part, but they still have to be separated, but they did not bow their heads, but chose to go to hell together.

One person went to Qingchi with his body up, and the other hung himself on the southeast branch.

In the face of many resistances, the old promise of "the king is a rock, the concubine is a pampas grass, the pampas reed is as tough as silk, and the rock cannot be transferred" is still fulfilled.

At last.

"The two families seek a joint burial, and they are buried next to Mount Hua. Pines and cypresses are planted in the east and cypresses, and sycamores are planted in the left and right. The branches cover each other, and the leaves and leaves communicate with each other. There are two flying birds in the middle, which are called mandarin ducks. Stop and listen, the widow starts to hesitate. Thank you to the future generations, and don’t forget to be careful!”

This ending made countless people feel a little sour, but they finally felt a little relieved.

After a song was over, there was a long silence on the court.

Ying Wuji looked at the slightly red-eyed Hua Chao from a distance, and felt a little emotional. There was indeed a similar story in the playbook left by her mother. The core of the story is the same, which is enough to show how much her mother longs for this kind of unswerving love.

It's a pity that Luo Yan is too scumbag.

He shifted his gaze to the other side, Luo Yan lowered his head slightly, Hua Wanqiu was wiping his tears, but the expression on his face was very ugly.

"Brother Ying! Did you write this Yuefu poem?"

Zhao Ning suddenly spoke.

Ying Wuji turned his head, saw her bright and enthusiastic eyes, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Ning thought for a moment: "With a solid foundation, beautiful sentences, vivid stories, and profound philosophical thinking, there are few Yuefu poems in the world that can surpass them!"

This evaluation was extremely high, but Ying Wuji still pouted!
nonsense!

Could it be that the Yuefu Double Bibi was blown?
It can be said that this Yuefu poem has no shortcomings except that it was not written by myself.

Ying Wuji didn't dare to say that he copied it, and he didn't have the face to say that he wrote it by himself, so he could only grumble and deal with it.

However, Zhao Ning became more and more interested: "But I heard that Brother Ying has never had a woman he likes, and he has only had sex with seven famous prostitutes, so why can he write such a touching story? Could it be...you have already been interested This Huachao girl has her own heart?"

Wipe, you can see it.

Ying Wuji grinned. It would be a lie to say that she doesn't care about this good sister, but in her own situation, she is destined to be a man who eats soft food, and Hua Chao is under the shadow of her parents, so she accepts sharing with other women. It might be very difficult for Mr. Xiang, and he might directly arouse his inner demons.

It would be too scumbag if it delays others like this, so...

wrong!

Ying Wuji leaned forward slightly, and stared at Zhao Ning for a long time. The most powerful princess in front of him was Li Guo's most prestigious princess. As long as the marriage was successful, she would be his wife. Are you... jealous?

The corner of his mouth raised slightly: "If I say that's the case, Brother Zhao won't be willing to help me propose a kiss, right?"

Zhao Ning said with a smile: "Of course not. Since I have promised Brother Ying, I must do what I say. Besides, with Brother Ying's talent, it is normal for me to be a little flirtatious. I am not the kind of narrow-minded person."

Ying Wuji: "Brother Zhao is open!"

What a good girl who is good at self-green.

When Zhao Ning was stared at by him, he always felt that his eyes were a little weird.

strangeness!Why does it feel like the person he wants to marry is me...

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

Jiang Taiyuan, who was on the main seat, clapped his hands and praised, with an unstoppable smile on his face: "This Yuefu poem is simply beautiful, coupled with your novel interpretation method, it is really a rare masterpiece. What do you think of it?"

The ten music officials looked at each other, and the one in the lead got up and saluted: "We believe that opera can enter the government! The magistrate should write down the memorial and submit it to the emperor!"

It's finally over.

Ying Wuji heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at Hua Chao again, just meeting her eyes, even though it was far away, he was infected by the joy in her eyes.

Although it took a long time from playing the Son of Heaven to delegating her post, Hua Chao finally found her own place, and Ying Wuji felt relieved. If she was still kept at the mercy of Luo Yan all day long, she might be depressed sooner or later. end.

"Very good! When this order goes down, I will write down the memorial."

Jiang Taiyuan's face was full of smiles, and he continued to ask: "This time the top one, I think it should be "Peacock Flies Southeast" by Miss Hua Chao and Young Master Wuji, do you have any..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because in his line of sight, a figure suddenly collapsed.

Hua Wanqiu was lying on the ground, her face was so pale that there was no blood, and her breath was wilting at the speed of light, as if she was about to die.

Luo Yan turned pale with shock: "Wan Qiu!"

(End of this chapter)