Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 437 An Amazing Song

Composing poems for music?

Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaidao suddenly came to their senses and looked over in surprise.

"Brother Li, you are doing too much. Let's..."

Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly stepped on, Cheng Chu hummed silently, and quickly fell silent.

Qin Huaidao smiled and looked at Li Xian meaningfully.

"Brother Li, Zuihualou has stood in Chang'an City for several years, and no one has been able to match the poems that match it. You should think about it."

It's not that he doubts Li Xian's literary talent, but as a frequent visitor of Zuihualou, Qin Huaidao has a lot of attainments in poetry, and has also seen batches of smug literati return home in failure.

But this time, it was obvious that he had won a beautiful woman to sit with him by chance, so he no longer needed to take such a risk.

What's more, if the poems are neither high nor low, Meng Huakui will also feel embarrassed.

Seemingly seeing through Qin Huaidao's thoughts, Li Xian smiled slightly and clapped his palms lightly.

The moment Jizi stepped into the elegant room, Li Xian smiled and said words.

"It's okay!"

"Bring the pipa!"

"Today, Li Xian's voice of freedom has recovered, and I feel relaxed and joyful, and my thoughts are like a spring. It's not a masterpiece, but it's easy to master the rhythm of the piano!"

Hearing this, the princes and nobles outside the door became even more excited, and the noise of discussion rose up in an instant.

"Yes! Let him be right! Let us also see if this talented man with a reputation in Chang'an is not in vain!"

"Could it be that Li Xian is talking nonsense at the top of the winery? Yu Mansion even made three chapters with it when the restaurant was built. In the past five years, they have never written poems that match the music of the qin that the leaders are satisfied with. Could it be that Li Can Xian's poetry and prose attainments be higher than those of the Yu family?"

"That's true! The Yu Mansion is the hottest poet in the imperial city today. This competition with Zuihualou is the most shameful thing about engraving a mansion. Li Xian's speech is probably going to follow suit."

"Hey! The blue is better than the blue! Mr. Li is quick-witted, and his poetry is not too bad. Even if he can't match the piano music, it can still be a gluttonous feast!"

Not minding the discussions around him at all, Li Xian made a slight gesture of invitation and looked at Meng Huakui with a smile.

Taking the pipa from Jizi, Meng Huakui gently put it down on her legs and stood up, leaning slightly.

"There is a boy."

The scorpion's head is slightly turned sideways to lean on the upper end of the pipa, and the slender fingers lift the strings, and the long rhythm permeates.

After adjusting the silk strings, close the eyelids slightly, pick or twist the fingertips, and the string sounds slowly rippling through the jumping fingertips like silk.

The gentle melody seems to be able to cleanse the soul. The human voice that was still noisy in the previous breath was silent for a moment, overflowing through the gaps in the window lattices, pouring down over the six-story fence, and even the attics on the lower floor gradually calmed down. The man quietly walked out of the elegant room, walked up the corridor and listened carefully.

Li Xian glanced over Linglong's body wrapped in azure blue clothes, heard the melodious melody in his ears, and calmed down as if bathing in the spring sunshine.

As a person of two generations, he naturally has different views on musical instruments and rhythms, and he can also appreciate the unique charm from this ancient and rich rhythm.

This tune is not as desolate and sad as before. Instead, it is like thinking about hometown in the quiet moonlight. The continuous string sounds seem to express the longing for the distant family.In the middle of the turn, the sound of the strings is raised like a cold moon in the sky, and one person dances to invite the moon, and his heart is full of beautiful dreams about the future time.

Zheng~
In the end, the silk string slipped down the fingertips and gradually disappeared into the mind.

The string sound dissipated from his mind, and Li Xian couldn't get out of this intoxication for a long time, until someone touched his side slightly, and a small question came out.

"how?"

The warrior was slow to the melody, so naturally he was a little uncertain about the charm he wanted to express in the melody, and looked at Li Xian in a little confusion, trying to find an answer from it.

Glancing at the happy faces around him with the corners of their mouths curled up, Li Xian applauded first.

"It's no wonder that Zuihualou has the most exquisite melody. The melody is silky and smooth, without the slightest sluggishness. It makes people immerse themselves in it without knowing it."

Li Xian stood up by helping him up, and Li Xian smiled slightly, stepped on the velvet boots with cocked heads, and pondered for a while.

"It's not so much a tune, it's better to say that Meng Huakui weaves a sweet dream for everyone. I just want to be intoxicated in the dream and never wake up."

"The lyrics and music are as you wish!"

Wei Wei stepped forward, stretched her arms, looked at Meng Huakui with a smile, Li Xian spoke unexpectedly.

"Borrow the pipa for a while."

Meng Huakui was really a little stunned, but then realized, and looked at Li Xian in disbelief.

"Are you going to... play?"

It's not a surprise that a man knows the rhythm, but if it is placed on Li Xian, it will be very surprising.

After all, this young man is now making a song that can be called a miracle, and his military strategy is amazing. If this melody is also beyond ordinary people, such a person can still be called an ordinary person?

With amazed eyes, Li Xian took the pipa slowly, sat on the seat and began to fiddle with it.

"This... Li Xian can do this too? Could it be that he is playing around? Is there anything in this world that this young man doesn't know?"

"That's right! Is it possible that the skills in this life were learned from that god? It's really evil, why didn't the god take me away and teach me a thing or two?"

"Phew, it's unbelievable! To actually play, this Li Xian is really hiding everything!"

The noisy voice gradually became restless, but Li Xian seemed to turn a deaf ear to it. His five fingers strewn across the silk strings, and the mellow tone permeated the air.

The blue and slow melody popped out, and Li Xian seemed to be immersed in it. His eyes were not closed and his lips were slightly parted. The majestic voice seemed to come from the sky, slowly filling the house.

"When will the bright moon come... Ask the blue sky for wine... I don't know what year the palace in the sky is..."

The crowd who were still questioning stopped abruptly in the next breath, and everyone present looked over in unison with horror.

This...is this the same tune?
Putting on a male voice has a different charm!
In the dark, it seems like a huge full moon rises in a huge drunken flower building, like a disc, like a jade, the warm yellow moonlight does not appear cold, and the shadows of people do not feel cold...

The melody turns and is passionate, the picture changes suddenly, and the white clouds are misty, as if you are in the clouds, overlooking the magnificent scenery of the world with the bright moonlight.

The lights are like bright stars, and in the warm yellow fire shadow, the family members are reunited and harmonious, sitting under the grape vines, looking up at the bright moon, and laughing and talking about the glory and prosperity of the Tang Dynasty...

Pressing down on the fingertips, the silk strings trembled slightly, the sound was intermittent, and the meaning was indeed spreading, and the warmth in the mind seemed to have not stopped.

"it is good!"

Cheng Chumo, a reckless man, slapped the table and stood up abruptly, with a look of excitement on his face.

"I fucking understand! This is a grand occasion for the whole family to rejoice and the people to celebrate!"

"Brother Li, what a person has joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes!"

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(End of this chapter)