The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

Chapter 310 I didn't know what the song was in the past, but I heard the person in the song for the first time now
The Emperor Daojun twitched his beard and smiled when he heard the words, what kind of topic should he ask?
He glanced at the people below, Zhou Bangyan would definitely not be the first to write lyrics, those poets from the capital should come first, then the topic should not be too difficult, and the difficult ones should be left behind.

He understands Zhou Bangyan's style of Ci, and Zhou's Ci is graceful, romantic, and long-lasting, regardless of ancient and modern, so let's not use these for now.

He also understands Zhao Tun's style of poetry, he has read the poems of the second child over the years, most of them boast about pride, aspirations, heroism, frontier fortresses, and sadness, but they are less than descriptions of scenery.

There are completely two approaches. If we only look at the style of writing, the two have their own merits, but they have nothing to do with each other.

Zhou Bangyan is less majestic, and Zhao Tuo is less tender.

But in comparison, Zhou Bangyan is more comprehensive. After all, the age is there. He has written various types of poems for decades. Regardless of whether it is good or bad, he can always write all of them.

Zhao Tun is different, at least the Emperor Daojun has never seen him write poems about scenery, which is rare for spring and autumn. As for festivals, those two Mid-Autumn Festival songs are the first ones.

Thinking of this, Emperor Daojun smiled and said: "I'll come up with something suitable for the occasion first. Now that autumn is deep, I will compose lyrics and music according to the weather."

To write a composition based on the weather, that is to write about autumn, you can write about your feelings, you can write about the scenery of autumn, you can use the aspirations of autumn, but the prerequisite is to describe the scenery.

In the mind of Emperor Daojun, this is something Zhao Tun is not good at.

Hearing the words from below, Zhao Tun slightly lowered his eyes, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, it was targeted from the topic.

But this was all within his expectation, the Emperor Daojun would come up with questions that he seldom did on weekdays, thinking that he was not good at it.

He usually writes things with less scenery and less emotion, and more bold and unrestrained sentiments, the emperor of Daojun will follow this way in reverse.

Combined with the fact that Zhou Bangyan will not make a move first, but let those poets test it out, then the Emperor Daojun will not ask too difficult questions, and the most likely ones are timely questions.

When should it be?Naturally it is autumn!
He sent a total of three songs to Zhao Yuannu, the first of which was about Qiu.

Zhou Bangyan and others said together: "I will obey the order."

Zhao Tun also said: "The minister receives the decree."

This is a battle of wheels, not one or a few songs will determine the winner or loser.

There is a person on the opposite side who will make autumn ci, and he will answer here, and then the next person will answer the next topic, or even start again after one round, until one party can't take it anymore.

But who let him have no one, he can't find someone to help him charge forward, after all, the songs are just emerging, and there are very few well-written ones, and it is estimated that the area around the capital is in full swing. not propagated.

At this time, not to mention that there are no sects related to Qingqu, even the general path to follow has not been formed.

Tonight, Zhao Tong wants to open a way for Qing opera, so that people who learn to compose music all over the world can have an example, so as not to go astray and write something that has no words, no music, and no meaning The text comes out.

At this time, he said: "Officials, I feel that something is wrong."

Emperor Daojun said: "King Qin speaks up when he has something to say."

Zhao Tong looked at the opposite side and said: "I feel that since the officials set the question and the other party alone should answer it, if the melody completely crushes the other party's lyrics, then the person who responds should no longer have the right to continue to appear on the stage!"

What he said was very simple. If the other party loses a question, don't come out to embarrass yourself. Even if the other party still has stock in their hearts, they are not qualified to come out and deal with him.

The Emperor Daojun was stunned when he heard the words above. There was nothing wrong with the words. After all, there was only one person on Zhao Tun's side, and there were more than a dozen people on the opposite side. If you lose, don't come out.

But today he needs to take advantage of this competition of lyrics and music to suppress the second child, and he must not let go of any favorable opportunity, but he is a little hesitant.

Zhao Tong said again: "Although the officials are fair and let the minister invite people, the minister did not invite people, but even so, if the poet on the opposite side still plays after losing, I am afraid that tonight's banquet will be spread by scholars. It's a joke, not to mention... it will also damage the reputation of these poets!"

Emperor Daojun glanced at Zhou Bangyan and the others: "This..."

Zhao Tong said with a smile: "If the officials feel that outsiders will not underestimate today's dinner, the opposite poet doesn't care about the reputation accumulated over the years, and everyone in Zhou is not afraid of losing the festival, then there is no point for me."

Emperor Daojun's face darkened immediately. The second son's words were high-sounding, but he had hidden needles in his mouth and started to fight back.

It's just that this matter is indeed as he said, it is not so glorious, and if it is spread, it will lose its identity and face.

Zhou Bangyan's complexion was not good. He wanted to argue with Zhao Tong alone when he returned to Beijing this time, but the Emperor Daojun actually called other poets together. Embarrassed.

He is also a frivolous person. He thought that during the Shenzong Dynasty, when Wang Daxianggong began to reform, he regarded the world's literati as nothing, wrote "Fu of Biandu" with more than 7000 characters, and dedicated it to Emperor Shenzong.

Emperor Shenzong held this work praising prosperity and eulogizing reforms. He read it for a long time but couldn't finish it, because he used a lot of ancient Chinese characters in the text, which Emperor Shenzong didn't know.

Even if Li Qingchen, the Shangshu Zuocheng who "knows how to read at the age of seven and recites thousands of words a day", is summoned and asked Li Qingchen to recite aloud in the hall, Li Qingchen still doesn't know many words. Of".

Later, Emperor Shenzong met him in person in the Political Affairs Hall and appointed him as Taixue Zheng. In this way, he directly changed from a student of Taixue to an official in charge of Taixue.

Since then, Zhou Bangyan’s reputation has spread far and wide, and he rose from the literary world. After many poets gradually passed away, he began to become famous all over the world. In the emperor's dynasty, no one can stand around.

What an honor, what a sight, to be dealing with a group of people right now against a junior.

This is something that Zhou Bangyan disdains, not to mention his current status as a great poet, even if he did not have such status in the literary world back then, he would never have done such a thing.

But!The dispute over lyrics and music is a big matter, and it has already involved literary traditions!

So, he endured it!But Zhao Tong's words let him directly break the defense, yes, Wentong is Wentong, Wentong is not his alone, but Wanjie is his own. Comparing the two... it seems that Wanjie is more important Bar!

The Emperor Daojun hadn't spoken at this time, Zhou Bangyan turned his head to look at the crowd, and they all nodded slightly with shame on their faces.

He said sternly: "Officials, I just follow what King Qin said."

The Emperor Daojun glanced at Zhao Tun when he heard the words, seeing his calm and complacent appearance, he was angry, and said: "Although what the King of Qin said has some truth, but it cannot be followed. It is far better than the songs of poets!"

Zhao Tong nodded: "The officials are wise, and everyone in Zhou is naturally not among them."

Emperor Daojun said lightly: "Then let's begin." After speaking, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes slightly.

On the opposite side, Zhou Bangyan said: "The king of Qin invites you first!"

Zhao Tong shook his head: "There are so many of you, you come first, I have to think about it for a while!"

Zhou Bangyan nodded and looked behind the left and right. At this moment, many poets were indignant and eager to try.

These words related to autumn are actually quite common, and it is autumn now, not only Zhao Tun expected this question to come up, even many of them guessed it.

Most of these phrases are in stock, unlike impromptu topics, which need to be pondered on the spot, and several people immediately indicated that they want to appear.

Zhou Bangyan glanced at one of the poets named Chen Sidao, and nodded.

Chen Sidao immediately stood up and came to the arena, and bowed to the Emperor Dao: "Officials, I'm making a fool of myself."

He is an official of the fifth rank, so the etiquette is naturally sufficient, and he was polite with Zhao Tun, Wang Wei and others, and then wrote the lyrics Gui Zhixiang.

The word brand Guizhixiang is very suitable for the occasion, with a double tone of one hundred and one characters.

Guizhixiang is also known as Shulian Danyue. It is mostly based on Wang Anshi's Jinling Nostalgia, but there are several variants. Chen Sidao filled in the orthodox style.

He had a draft in his stomach, so he asked the musicians next to him to play the tune directly, and then recited it.

It is a poem that is full of joy in the autumn. Seeing the sadness of autumn, reminiscing about the past and thinking about the future, the description of the scene is exquisite, neat and rigorous.

After the words, everyone couldn't help applauding, and the emperor Daojun nodded slightly on top.

Zhao Tong sneered and said, "Osmanthus Fragrance with one hundred and one characters, Vice-Lang Chen has been writing lyrics for many years. Didn't he think that the more words the better?"

Chen Sidao was a member of Taipu Temple's Wai Lang, and Yuan Wai Lang was from the fifth grade, referred to as Wai Lang or Yuan Wai, commonly known as Deputy Lang.

He frowned immediately when he heard Zhao Tama's words, the number of words in Guizhixiang was actually not too many, but the most moderate one.

It has more words than Xijiangyue, Yujiaao, etc., and it has lost a lot compared with big names like Qi's and Liuzhou Getou.

So this is clearly King Qin's intention to find fault, and Nian Nujiao also has these words. There are so many people who write them, and I haven't heard anyone say too many words.

He was about to refute, but he heard Zhao Tun say again: "It's fine if there are too many words, the content is empty, there is nothing to say, the whole article is moaning without illness, it's a failure!"

"Ah!" Chen Sidao was dizzy when he heard the blood welling up.

The people at this banquet are not ordinary people, and the words spoken are not jokes and quarrels in the market. When the emperor is present, the young ministers and vice ministers, the ministers of the Ministry of Rites, and the top officials of the Song Dynasty, every word can stir up countless storms. Control the movement of the world.

Most of the famous poets of the Song Dynasty also came, at least almost all of them from the Gyeonggi area were present, and they were all watching. King Qin is one of the leaders in the literary world. If this "failure" is spread, he will have no face ?His reputation as a scholar will definitely be greatly damaged, even... his reputation after death will also be affected.

He looked at Zhao Tun, his face was pale: "His Royal Highness, you..."

Zhao Tuanxin said that whoever made you the first to stand up, I can't blame me for that, besides, the writing of this word is indeed very ordinary, not a good work.

At this time Zhou Bangyan couldn't help but said: "The king of Qin belittled this poem so much, what is the cleverness?"

Zhao Tong stood up slowly, walked to the ground with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "Take Ji Qiu as the title, why use more than a hundred words, a small order is enough."

Hearing this, Chen Sidao said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Ling? I don't believe that King Qin's melody, Xiao Ling, can overwhelm the officials' words!"

Zhao Tun glanced at him, and said with a smile: "I didn't believe it at first, after all, Xiaoling's characters are rare, and some of them are monotonous and indistinguishable, so the momentum has weakened, but I heard Chen Fulang's words, But I think Xiao Ling is enough!"

Chen Sidao took two steps back, and a young eunuch hurriedly supported him: "Your official still doesn't believe it, my official doesn't believe it!"

Zhao Tong said: "Yesterday I was idle and had nothing to do. I felt the sadness of autumn and everything was dying. I made a music sign and played with it. It is a sign of Xiaoling."

For literati, it is not uncommon to create original Ci Pai and Qu Pai. Many of the Ci Pai written by Liu Yong are self-created, especially the Ci Pai of "Qi Shi", which can be said to have the second largest number of words since there was a Ci Pai. It is divided into three sections. , there are 210 characters.

And such lyrics as Yulinling, Wanghaichao, Butterfly Love Flower, and Mishenyin were also created by Liu Yong, not inherited from Jin and Tang Dynasties.

It is not uncommon for poets to create their own brands. Zhou Bangyan also has his own, and so does Li Qingzhao. Everyone has the ability to create their own brands. However, the melodies and rhymes involved in a word card are extremely complicated, and they cannot be created at will. .

Hearing that Zhao Tun made Qupai, the people present were not surprised. With Zhao Tama's talent and learning, it would be strange if there were not a few self-made Qupai.

It's just...you said that you wanted to make a brand when you had nothing to do yesterday, and you can use it to compose a song today. Are you sure you are serious?

Even if Liu Yongtian is a prodigy, the prime minister in Ci, he has created a lot of Ci cards in his life, and he has never heard of it being made in one day, right?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. Didn't the brand built on this day be used to humiliate the poets present?
Emperor Daojun's face was a little unhappy: "King Qin, what brand did you make?"

Zhao Tong said: "When I returned to the official's house, I remembered the matter of going to Longyou to raise horses. I felt the desolation of the western frontier, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the land was vast and the people were sparse. It was even more lonely in autumn, so I made it out of feeling. This card."

"This card is called..." He paused at this point.

"It's called Saishangqiu, also known as Tianjingsha!"

"This small order is filled with Shangqiu, with a single line, five sentences, and a total of 28 characters!"

Plug in autumn?Solo?Only 28 characters in five sentences?

Emperor Daojun frowned tightly, and everyone below had different expressions.

The number of words is really too few, and it is monotonous, only 28 words. If it is just to pay for the mood, it is still reluctant to hurt the past and the present.

It's just that this card is called Saishangqiu, and it needs to have a description of the scenery, not to mention the word "Saishang", which also needs to convey the mood.

28 characters, is it really enough?

Emperor Daojun took a deep breath, the second child was indeed the same way as in the past, making something that seemed bold and rough, but actually disturbed people's hearts.

It's just that he's not good at writing scenes, and the Ci Pai he created on this day only has 28 characters, and it's difficult to fill in them thoroughly.

Emperor Daojun thought it was impossible no matter what he thought, so he couldn't help shaking his head secretly.

Zhou Bangyan was even more puzzled, and then smiled slightly.

Many of the poets behind him were like him, and after being surprised, they couldn't help being a little teased.

Over there, Bai Shizhong's knowledge is good, Wang Fu and Cai You all asked with eyes, Bai Shizhong shook his head without showing any trace, and the two of them smiled.

At this moment, Chen Sidao stared at Zhao Tun with wide eyes: "King Qin...does he want to fill this place for Shangqiu?"

Zhao Tong nodded and said, "That's right, Chen Fulang, do you have anything to say?"

Chen Sidao shook his head and heaved a sigh of relief. He felt that his family was really too nervous just now. Even if this 28-character order could really surpass what he wrote, it would be foolish to want to reach the level of crushing.

His complexion recovered a bit, his legs and feet stabilized, he pushed away the little eunuch who was supporting him, and smiled: "Please also ask the king of Qin to recite the song, and I will listen carefully!"

Zhao Tong smiled, stretched out his hand to call the musicians, and handed over a sheet of music. After a while, he tried it over there, and Zhao Tong nodded: "Start the tune and plug Shangqiu!"

When the sound of silk and bamboo sounded, a bleak and lonely music immediately filled the entire hall, instantly pulling everyone into a sad, lonely and melancholy mood.

Zhao Tun took a few steps towards the outside of the hall with his hands behind his back, and then slowly said:
Withered vines, old trees, faint crows,

Xiaoqiaoliu Shui Renjia,

Ancient westerly horse.

As the sun sets,

Heartbroken people are on the horizon.

……

The 28-character Qiu Xiaoling on the plug slowly fell down with the sound of the lonely and lonely tune.

The expressions of everyone in the hall changed in an instant, even the little eunuch who was serving the wine stopped moving, as if he had fallen into a strange artistic conception, cold and absurd, alienated and lonely.

Under the setting sun in late autumn, the world is dim and lonely, and a picture of depression, wearyness and melancholy unfolds in front of everyone.

There was no sound in the hall, and everyone entered that lonely artistic conception. In the past, I didn't know what the song was, but now I heard the person in the song for the first time.

After a long time, a soft "click" broke the peace in the hall.

The wine jug in the hand of the little eunuch fell to the ground, and he was motionless, not because he couldn’t hold the jug, but after listening to this song, he thought of his hometown, not far from the front of his house, there was a small bridge with flowing water, under the setting sun , there are old tree crows in the dim field.

Everyone was pulled back by the sound, Zhou Bangyan's body trembled, the words of this song were not polished, ordinary, completely different from his exquisite and luxurious words that looked like gold and jade, but it seemed to have a magical power , directly pulling people into the Qujing, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

"Okay, that's great..." No one knew who murmured in a low voice, and then gradually more voices came from the hall.

The expressions of those poets kept changing, most of their eyes were blank, their lips trembled slightly, they wanted to say something but couldn't say it, they wanted to admire but they dared not speak, and they felt uncomfortable in their hearts as if they were about to suffocate.

Standing aside, Chen Sidao seemed to be dumbfounded. The 28-character melody had simple and ordinary words and expressions, but these simple and ordinary words, combined together, directly crushed his words to pieces.

No, it was crushing all the words in his life. All the things he wrote in his life combined were not as good as this 28-character song. He lost. Under this song, not only did today's competition If you lose, you will lose everything before and after.

He stumbled back to his seat, sat down blankly, then groped, grabbed the flagon, and poured it down his throat...

In front of him, the Emperor Daojun shouted excitedly: "Come here, write your pen and ink quickly, I want to draw the artistic conception of this song!"

(End of this chapter)