Autumn of the 17th year of Chongzhen

Chapter 28
Zhu Guobi thought very clearly in his mind that there were many literati in the outer hall, and there was also Song Zhengyu, a famous scholar who was as famous as Chen Zilong, and he had absolutely no reason to lose.

As for Wang Yan, Chen Zilong also knew about Liang Zhu Yiqu, and didn't know his real talents, but he knew very well about many celebrities in the outer hall, especially Song Zhengyu.

A few good poems have come out just now, especially the one by Song Zhengyu, which is already a masterpiece. He was very worried about whether Wang Yan could write better poems, so he deliberately stopped it.

There is a saying that a scholar can be killed but not humiliated. Not everyone can become Han Xin. If Wang Yan fails and is really humiliated by that crotch, then his future will be ruined in the future, and he will not be able to gain a foothold in the court and scholars.

"Shiheng don't pay attention to others, just leave with me." Chen Zilong glared at Zhu Guobi, and pulled Wang Yandao.

"Brother Wang, listen to my teacher first, you don't need to see others." Xia Wanchun brought Wang Yan here, and now that Wang Yan has encountered such troubles, he feels very guilty.Although he believed that Wang Yan was very talented, he didn't dare to let him take risks.

"If you are afraid, you can leave here. The Duke of this country is not an unreasonable person." Seeing Chen Zilong's reaction, Zhu Guobi became more confident in his heart, and even more determined that Wang Yan was just an unknown person, so he sneered and said: "Everyone in the hall is a well-educated literati, a rich and noble son, but you are not suitable for staying here. Let's go, let's go. Don't let the prince of the country see you again."

"You can say it again~" As the old saying goes, the master humiliated his ministers to death. After hearing Zhu Guobi's insulting words, Liu Shun was furious. He did not lack the courage to splatter five steps with blood.

Wang Yan knew that now was not the time to be impulsive, so he quickly grabbed Liu Shun, and then sneered at Zhu Guobi: "With your eyesight, how can you know gold inlaid with jade!"

Zhu Guobi frowned immediately when he heard the words, and was about to say something sarcastic, but Wang Yan didn't give him a chance, and walked directly to the nearest table, and then spread out a piece of rice paper.

Seeing this, everyone knew that he was going to write poems, so they quickly followed and watched around. Qian Yifeng quickly helped him grind ink.

Chen Zilong and Xia Wanchun felt anxious when they saw this, but seeing that Wang Yan was not a reckless person, they had no choice but to trust his talents.

Ignoring the eyes of everyone, Wang Yan picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the rice paper, "One generation, one couple, two places of ecstasy. If you love each other but don't meet each other, the sky is for whom. It’s hard to run away when the medicine becomes blue sea. If you visit and drink Oxford, you will forget about poverty.”

Every time Wang Yan wrote a word, Xia Wanchun read out a word, and when he finished a poem, he was very happy, "Brother Wang wrote a good word, it is really an excellent work."

Seeing this, Chen Zilong at the side immediately felt relieved, "Shi Heng, you are a great talent!"

This poem seems to describe a pair of lovers, who are obviously a match made in heaven, but they cannot be together, and the two places are separated.Missing love all day long, but not being able to see each other, makes people desolate and haggard, and ecstasy.

The two women in the inner hall couldn't help bursting into tears. Xu Yanyan felt that Wang Yan was writing for her, telling about her and Wang Yan, and the beautiful woman was aroused by Wang Yan's words. Things.

"If Rong Xiang visits Oxford, he will forget about poverty." The beautiful woman is Li Xiangjun, who is now separated from Hou Fangyu, so she feels infinitely emotional in her heart, and feels that Wang Yan's words speak her heart. "If you can meet in Tianhe like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and abandon everything, what regrets do you have? My sister's prince will really please people."

"Is my sister missing Mr. Hou?" Seeing Li Xiangjun's sadness, Xu Yanyan quickly comforted him: "Sister, don't be sad, Yanyan believes that lovers will eventually get married, and my sister and Mr. Hou will definitely be together."

Wang Yan's poems were unanimously praised by everyone, and everyone knew that he was Wang Shiheng, the author of Liang Zhu, and immediately changed his previous attitude.

Although Zhu Guobi has no talent, he has been in the scholarly circle for a long time, and he is elegant. He can't write by himself, but he still has the ability to taste. When he saw Wang Yan write the first sentence, his expression changed drastically.

At this moment, Zhu Guobi became anxious when he saw everyone's reaction. "From my point of view, it's nothing more than that."

Seeing this, Wang Yan only had a sneer on his face, and immediately picked up a pen and wrote on the rice paper again, but this time it was not a poem, but a music score.

Everyone knew that he was Wang Shiheng who composed Liang Zhu. Seeing that he composed another song today, they immediately became interested. With Liang Zhu in front and the achievements in place, anyone would be full of expectations for the new song.

Li Zhenli, who originally thought that Wang Yan would be a trouble, felt relieved at this moment, and even considered asking Wang Yan to write lyrics and music for Xu Yanyan, so as to compete for this year's oiran competition.

Zhu Guobi was probably the only one present who was unhappy. Of course, Song Zhengyu, who had a chance to win the first place, was not much better. However, Song Zhengyu did not gamble with Wang Yan, so the most embarrassing and tormenting one was Zhu Guobi.

This is Zhu Guobi who wanted to leave, but he was not reconciled. He secretly looked at the rice paper of the lyrics and music written by Wang Yan, and saw that the meaning of the words was far from that of the first prime minister, so he decided to stay. He did not believe that Wang Yan could be in such a short time Within a short period of time, two excellent works were made.

Not long after, Wang Yan had finished writing the poem, so he asked Li Zhenli to hand it over to Xu Yanyan in the inner hall, and everyone sat down and waited.

The quality of the lyrics and music must be sung before everyone can judge.

In the inner hall, Xu Yanyan and Li Xiangjun took over Wang Yan's score. Both of them are masters of temperament, especially Li Xiangjun, who played the pipa superbly with one hand. Just a few glances and a few fiddles on the piano, you know the extraordinary lyrics and music .

"My sister is so lucky." Li Xiangjun looked at the sheet music on the paper, his eyes lit up, and he complained: "I'm afraid this is another prince, and it was specially made for my sister."

"Elder sister knows how to make fun of Yan Yan." Xu Yanyan blushed, lowered her head to protest softly, and then suggested: "Sister's libretto, how about Yan Yan playing the piano?"

Li Xiangjun didn't know how to perform in front of people, but the lyrics and music written by Wang Yan made her unable to stop, so she agreed immediately.

In the outer hall, everyone was still discussing what happened just now, and it could be foreseen that what happened tonight would soon spread throughout the entire city of Nanjing.

Listening to the discussions around him, Zhu Guobi's face was gloomy and cold, and he couldn't help praying secretly that Wang Yan's score must not be too good, otherwise he would become the laughing stock of Shilin, and he would be like "I don't know Wang Shiheng with my eyes, and I mistake the chamber pot for a teapot." " joke.

Sometimes, things always backfired, Zhu Guobi concluded that he must have never read the almanac before going out, and today must be a crime against Tai Sui.

In the inner hall, there was a burst of zither sounding, mellow and affectionate, and everyone in the outer hall quieted down by coincidence, and then a tender female voice came out.

"Li Xiangjun!" Some literati who had heard Li Xiangjun's libretto immediately exclaimed.

With the singing, everyone's mood fluctuated accordingly.

The westerly wind crosses the cold mountains and rain at night, and the home and country are still in the dream.

If you don't see you, you can't see you, and you can't bear to leave.

When will the flames of war stop, the winners and losers will go to the east.

The wax torch has left tears and tears are hard to dry, and the country is not old and the beauty is old.

Looking at this poem alone, it cannot be compared with the previous masterpiece, but it is completely different when combined with the rhythm. The artistic conception in the poem, along with Li Xiangjun's tender yet infectious singing voice, is displayed in everyone's minds. Everyone is introduced to the world created by lyrics and music.

Li Xiangjun's leisurely and melodious voice makes people can't help but substitute into the story described in the lyrics when listening to it. The ups and downs of love are narrated, which makes people weep.

Everyone in the outer hall was intoxicated with the singing and the sound of the piano, and even Zhu Guobi was unconsciously trapped in the world of rhythm. The melody and lyrics kept circulating in his mind until Li Xiangjun was about to finish singing. I woke up suddenly.

Zhu Guobi looked at the people immersed in the lyrics and music, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this place is not a place to stay for a long time.

At that moment, he looked at Wang Yan, who was seated in the distance and listened with his eyes closed, with hatred, and left quietly.

After singing a song, everyone was still full of enthusiasm and praised, Li Niangzi's singing skills are amazing, Wang Shiheng's lyrics and music are excellent, and Xu Niangzi's melodious and melodious piano sound is too beautiful to behold.As for Zhu Guobi's quiet departure, everyone did not mention it tacitly, and naturally Wang Yan would not chase after him and humiliate him, so the matter of gambling and fighting was over.

"Shiheng's lyrics and music are really unique. They are different from others and have a unique style. It is really admirable. Moreover, the lyrics are dark and the current situation. When the country is in crisis, the man goes to the battlefield with armor and sword, and the beautiful woman is looking forward to it in the rear. It's really an excellent song." Although the song just now seemed to tell the story of a woman's love, Chen Zilong could hear a sense of broken mountains and rivers, worrying about the country and the people, which made him Unlimited emotion.

"Brother Wang, you are really talented, Xiao Yin admires it." Xia Wanchun said happily: "However, Mrs. Xu's piano is also supported well, and Mrs. Li's singing is even better."

For everyone's praise, Wang Yan naturally thanked them all.

At this time, although everyone was still full of ideas, the activity of Meixianglou was over after all, and Li Zhenli was satisfied with it. With today's stories, poems and lyrics, Meixianglou will definitely become famous tomorrow.

With an excellent lyric and an unforgettable new song, Wang Yan was undoubtedly promoted by everyone as the best player in the competition.

It was Haishi at this time, after electing Wang Yan as the winner, all the people in the outer hall left with still unsatisfied feelings.

At that moment Wang Yan also bid farewell to Chen Zilong and Xia Wanchun. The two parties left their contact addresses and agreed to visit Zuo Maodi together tomorrow, and then they left first.

At this time, Wang Yan asked Liu Shun and Qian Yifeng to wait outside, and he followed Li Zhenli to the inner hall. The road was not far away, but it seemed like he had walked for a long time.

When he came to the inner hall, Wang Yan raised the gauze curtain with one hand. In the inner hall, in front of the Guqin, Xu Yanyan was dressed in neon clothes and feathers, tears streaming down her face.

Wang Yan stood there like this, his eyes met each other, and he was speechless, only crying a thousand lines.

　In the song Hong Yanjiu, the erhu is very brilliant, but the author can't let the famous prostitute play the erhu, it feels too weird, so he changed to playing the piano.

　　Readers, if you still like the novel written by the boy, then please give a recommendation, please leave a comment!
　　Just add oil.

　　


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