"It's time to adjust!" Yuan Zai's face was still calm, but his heart was gradually sinking.

Tang Dynasty poetry inherited the poems of the Han Yuefu, and was in line with the oldest elegant poems of Tianzhou. From the style and elegance of the Book of Songs to the long narrative poems of the Han Yuefu, all the poems could be sung at that time.

Nowadays, there are only some literati who are more poetic.

He created this poem with rhythm of tone but not in harmony with the song.

However, "Qing Ping Diao" is not an example, because the name Qing Ping Diao is derived from the name Ping Diao, Qing Diao and Se Diao of the Song of Yuefu Xianghe in the Han Dynasty.

These three tunes are also called the Qing Shang Three tunes, Qing Shang Song...

Everyone here, who is as proficient in music as Emperor Xuan, can even show a rough rhythm when he hears the name of the tune. Great poets like He Zhizhang are all great musicians who are proficient in the songs of the suburbs of Yuefu Temples, Yan Shooting songs, drumming songs, horizontal blowing songs, Xianghe songs, Qing Shang songs, dance songs, piano songs, and miscellaneous songs.

When He Zhizhang and Qian Chen were facing swords, the seven chapters of poems used were all the music of the ancient Tang Zen Club that worshipped Houtu. The rhythm was like the Book of Songs, inheriting the ancient sounds of Tianzhou.

The name of Qingping tune and three short poems as lyrics must have corresponding songs.

Now Qian Chen’s implication is to let him sing it out...

In a place where Emperor Xuan could not see, Yuan Zai was sweating coldly. He was able to pass the imperial examination and was very knowledgeable about poetry, but he was far behind everyone like Li Bai, He Zhizhang, and even Qian Chen.

If he had been good at this, he would not have left only a song of "Farewell Wife Wang Yunxiu" in the entire Tang Dynasty poem...

If he used the old Yuefu topics as common as "The Road Is Difficult" and "Yan Ge Xing", Yuan Zai could barely sing them. After all, if he had not learned these, he would not have been able to become a Jinshi.

However, the Qing Pingtu was not an old lyrics in Yuefu, but a new lyrics in the original history of the Emperor Minghuang of Tang was unwilling to use the old lyrics, and ordered Li Bai and Li Guinian to work together to create a new lyrics. At this time, there was no melody at all.

If these three poems in Qingping dialects are only half of the works, only lyrics but no songs.

There are only poems, but no songs...

As for the tune of Qingping tune, Qian Chen didn't know it, and he was confident that Miaokong had no idea. After all, unlike poetry, the songs were too easy to be lost. The tunes of the Han Yuefu in the past have been lost to the Tang Dynasty today, but more were retained in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

Unfortunately, as a music lover, Qian Chen was disdainful of the so-called mysterious and clear talk that was popular among the aristocratic families during the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Instead, he collected a lot of Han Yuefu poems and tunes. He really knew how to sing many ancient Yuefu songs that were scattered in the five-way demon disasters of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

Compared with his poetic achievements, he may not be the best at this time, but he is indeed an exception in Yuefu tunes.

Seeing that Yuan Zai was silent for a long time, Emperor Xuan felt something was wrong when he saw that Qian Chen had already confirmed that several poems explained the plagiarism, the princes of the county kings and kings felt something was wrong. He turned his suspicious eyes to Yuan Zai. Although he was determined to stumble, he could not get out of the situation in person, so he gave Gao Lishi a look.

Gao Lishi understood it and knew that Emperor Xuan was making a comeback and gave Yuan Zai time to think about countermeasures.

But this look fell into Li Mi's eyes. He stood up in the prince's surprise gaze, bowed to Emperor Xuan first, and said, "Your Majesty, I have never heard of this song in Qingping. However, the "Your Majesty" and Li Bai mentioned earlier, or "The Wine of the Cong" are ancient songs that Li Mi heard."

Yuan Zai's body shook again. When the man handed him this poem, he did not mention this!

Li Mi said slowly: "As Li Bai said, this poem should be called "Jiangjinjiu", which is the tune of the short flute song of the Fairy and Han Yuefu, and is also an ancient lyrics. From the perspective of Bi, the rhythms made in "Jiangjinjiu" are all in line with ancient lyrics, and are by no means possible for people who have different tunes."

"That's why Li Bai mentioned that poem called 'Jingjinjiu'!"

Emperor Xuan was signaling Gao Lishi with his eyes, and Gao Lishi could only say helplessly: "Li Mi, although Li Bai first said the name of "Jiangjinjiu", there is still a name in addition to the name of the song. Perhaps it was because Yuan Zai mentioned the name of the song, and he still had time to mention the name of the song?"

Li Mi smiled and said, "That's simple, there are thousands of songs of Yuefu poetry. The song "Jiangjinjiu" is a bit remote and not widely circulated. I was also fortunate to read ancient books in the palace and learn from Doctors, and then I learned about this song. Let Li Bai and Yuan Zai sing this lyrics together, and no one can sing it is a fake!"

Emperor Xuan said helplessly: "Li Bai, you sing first!"

All the kings heard this, so how could one ask one person to sing first? Another person learned it on the spot, so it would be verified! Moreover, since it was the name of the song mentioned by Li Bai, even if it was verified separately, Yuan Zai should be verified first. Moreover, it is not difficult for the two to sing separately, so why do they have to sing in this palace?

Li Mi frowned slightly and stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty..."

Emperor Xuan stopped him from his next words and said, "Everything that Yuan Zai said before was evidence. Even if Li Bai refuses to doubt it with the tune, he should prove his innocence first. There must be one thing coming first, right?"

This seems reasonable, but it is actually fartling.

Is this how to use it when you come first?

But who said he was the emperor? The emperor was qualified to be unreasonable and also qualified to be willful. The princes, dukes, and even scholars all shut their mouths obediently, and no one spoke for Qian Chen. Li Mi's eyes looked at Emperor Xuan, with a slight complexity.

He wanted to give another advice, but the prince closest to him reached out to hold him back!

Now that Emperor Xuan is getting older and the prince is full of wings. It is the time when the relationship between the monarch, minister, father and son is the most complicated. He can tolerate his most capable helper Li Mi, who offended the saint Tianyan for a nameless and offended the emperor.

Emperor Xuan looked at Qian Chen and smiled and said, "Of course, in order to show fairness, you can take Yuan Zai down first, and wait for Li Bai to finish singing first, and then let him come up to verify it. If both of them understand this song, then this matter remains to be discussed..."

He turned around and saw the imperial concubine looking at him with a smile. There was something unique in her beautiful eyes and coughed guiltily.

Wave and say, "That's it!"

Qian Chen smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty, there is no need to let Yuanzai go down! This man's nonsense has tainted everyone's ears and ears, so he lets him listen to the regular tune of the Yuefu to face the sound of the sound!"

Let Yuanzai continue to make a joke, and then Gao Lishi secretly learned the ancient song "Jing Entering the Wine" sung in the agarwood pavilion to him?

Qian Chen wrote another note to Emperor Xuan in his heart...

But his face looked light and intoxicated, and asked the musician next to him to give up a piano. Qian Chen played a few sounds lightly and exclaimed: "What's the name of this piano... I dare to ask what this piano is?" The piano master replied: "This is a thunder qin in Shu, known as Chunlei!"

"Spring thunder? It's just in line with my thunder sound!"

Qian Chen put the zither on his knees and said to Emperor Xuan: "Your Majesty, the female prostitute in Jiaofanghua Street needs money to play the zither. She only knows nothing about the music. When she plays the zither, she is afraid she will die!"

Emperor Xuan heard what he said and laughed: "Okay, I won't ask you to pay your life!"

"That's good!" Qian Chen debugged the Qin Zhen, pressed his right hand on the seven strings, and gently raised his left hand. A palace sound like a spring thunder sound was like a thunder sound in spring, and then a continuous sound like a large bead falling from a jade plate, like a rain curtain pulled by a spring thunder.

Gradually the rain is getting heavier and heavier, just like the sky pouring down...

A vast river of heaven, from the nine heavens, merged into the sound of the piano... There was a long sword hanging upside down in the river of heaven. At this time, the prelude was over, and Qian Chen started singing: "Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, flowing to the sea and never returning..."

Yuan Zai was sweating heavily, as if a roll of heaven was carrying infinite sword energy, rolling back towards him.

Emperor Xuan showed strange expression on his face, and his right hand involuntarily hit several tables, with different severity, but the rhythm was consistent.

The princes and nobles in the Chenxiang Pavilion, who had extraordinary cultivation, could feel the infinite sword intent coming towards them, and they personally experienced what the two masters of poetry and swords are. The sound of the piano is, and it passed away with the smooth and soothing sound of the piano. The magnificent river of heaven and time gradually turned into the joy of banquets...

Emperor Xuan couldn't help but pick up the golden cup and drank three cups and dried wine. As the lyrics gradually came to an end, the musical meaning fell and the musical sound stopped after the song. Qian Chen hesitated a little when he was picking the sound of the last sound.

With this last pick, the sword energy he poured into the Yuan carrier could explode instantly, breaking through his swords into pieces.

But he used the sound of the piano to control the sword and collected Yuan Zai's whole body, but he could not find any trace of Miaokong.

Such a test is to prevent darkness under the lamp. If Miaokong is this Yuanzai, Qian Chen is careless and misjudged, it will really become a laughing stock for a lifetime.

On the other hand, Qian Chen also confirmed that Miaokong did not use any means of practice to impeach this person, but instead used the art of power to persuade him to go against him.

Qian Chen hesitated slightly and did not pop up the final ending. Fortunately, except for Emperor Xuan, others did not care about this.

He Zhizhang laughed and said, "Li Mi...is this the ancient song "Winning to Wine"?"

Li Mi nodded slightly and said, "Although there is an adaptation, it is also to be more in line with the poem... Some tunes, although different, seem to be more ancient."

Emperor Xuan also praised, "Good lyrics, good songs! Li Bai... I underestimated you! I didn't expect that you were so proficient in music besides your poetry and sword skills."

"Then it's Yuanzai's turn to sing this song now!" Emperor Xuan glanced at him, wondering if this person had recorded it.

Yuan Zai touched a trace of cold sweat on his head. He was no ordinary person to be a traitor in the future. Although the tune Qian Chen played just now was profound, he still relied on his outstanding understanding to write it down.

But when he heard Qian Chen's adaptation of this song, he hesitated a little. If he played the tune adapted by Qian Chen, although he could barely pass this level, his lies would have been almost exposed! But if he played a pure ancient song, he would not be able to do so!

Qian Chen smiled and said, "Since you have played "Jiangjie" before, it doesn't make any sense to play it again!"

Yuan Zai was relieved, but when he saw King Ning's face showing contempt, He Zhizhang drank wildly at the golden cup and laughed happily, Li Mi's expression was just a faint smile, and Princess Yuzhen was excited, and Wang Wei looked at him and sneered.

Then I knew that Qian Chen had turned the situation around and now he was facing many doubts!

He could only smile and said, "I am not good at music... I will not be ugly. Li Bai and music are indeed better than me, but poetry is literary and not good at music to make it. I use ancient songs as wine as lyrics, and it is inevitable that there will be some omissions. If it weren't for the wise and wise, you could confuse the public. Unfortunately, Li Bai, you are a wanderer after all. You have never been to Chang'an. You have come to the agarwood Pavilion for the first time today. If you have no such past, how can you write this poem?"

"The spring breeze in this poem refers to the poem written in spring, but the agarwood Pavilion has also ordered the place to make the poem..."

Qian Chen smiled and said, "I have never been to Tianmu Mountain, so haven't I also written "Sleeping in the Sky and the Farewell"? The spring breeze refers to the blooming of flowers, and also refers to the imperial concubine's youth, life is like spring, and favor is like spring. If it is written about the autumn wind... wouldn't it mean to decline?"

"If the Tang Dynasty was like a beauty... this year should be spring!"

Qian Chen knocked on the desk a few times: "Come on Yuanzai's musical instruments, I want to hear him play Qingping tune..."

Yuan Zai's expression collapsed instantly!

Yuan Zai recalled the old Yuefu song in his mind, and confirmed that there was no Qingping dialect. He complained in his heart why he didn't think about it more and misused the original name, which led to such a dilemma. He could only barely tell the difference: "I am not good at the rhythm. This Qingping calls Qingting and Pingting dialect songs, written in combination with rhymes, and cannot be sung."

"Of course you can't sing it!" Qian Chen stood up and said, "Because, this song was made by Li Guinian in the Pear Garden today. He wanted to play this song for Your Majesty at the Qianqiu Banquet. This song was first given, and there were three poems in the Agarwood Pavilion."

"You are a bit extraordinary. You can steal the poems I haven't written yet. Unfortunately, I only stole half of them. Didn't the person behind you tell you that the song of Qingping Tunes was also made by me, Li Bai?"

Yuan Zai's face was pale, and then he turned purple and red. He could only bit his tongue and said, "You... you swear by blood, turning black and white!"

"No matter how Li Bai, you argue, I have this poem first, and it is always ironclad!"

"I'm also a proof!" Outside the Chenxiang Pavilion, someone said loudly, and Li Guinian walked up to the hall with his pipa in his arms. Emperor Xuan looked at it and hurriedly called out, "Is Guinian here?" He was about to wink Li Guinian when he heard Li Guinian say, "I arranged the song of the colorful skirt and feathered clothes to be the song of Ziyun. Now he is coming to play the "Qingping Diary" cooperating with His Majesty!"

Bang!

Yuan Zai finally collapsed to the ground after hearing this, his face turned gray.

The eyes of the pavilion looked at him, with contempt, disdain, coldness, and wood. Emperor Xuan was also confused at this time. When he looked at Yuan Zai's gaze, he also felt very disgusted with such incompetent people, which was really useless.

Emperor Xuan was about to announce the ruling on this matter when he saw Yuan Zai suddenly raised his head and looked crazy. He grabbed the pen beside him and said wildly: "I can still write, I can still write poetry, and I can still prove that I have made these poems!"

He wrote on the ground: "The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes are roaring, and the sand is clear and the white birds fly back..."

"The country is broken and the mountains are everywhere, and the city is spring and the grass is deep..."

"In August, the high wind roared, rolling the three-fold thatched ones on my house. The thatched ones fly across the river and spread across the suburbs of the river..."

"The Emperor of Han values ​​color and wants to conquer the country..."

Qian Chen saw it and became angry at the beginning. He raised his foot and kicked him one meter away, shouting angrily: "You deserve to write this poem? Do you know when these poems will be born?"
To be continued...