After a while, the song ended, and the lingering sound lingered.
There was a roar of applause everywhere.
The turtle slaves who were waiting at the stairs and at the door of each box once again opened their voices with all their strength and shouted out the prizes for the distinguished guests to the Ziling family, lest anyone could not hear.
Although all the reward money added up is not worth one-tenth of the previous ingot of horseshoe gold. At least in terms of popularity, Ziling and others did not lose too much to Honglian and others.
Everyone, Zi Ling, is a man who works hard for success.
First, he held the pipa in his arms, put it down in each box and saluted frequently. Then, he took the initiative to play and sing a recently popular song for the distinguished guests to express his gratitude.
After the cheers started roaring again, he hugged his pipa and slowly left the stage, taking a detour back to Huashan Yaju where Han Qing and others were staying.
The crowd of spectators were listening happily, but how could they agree? They all laughed, slapped their hands and stamped their feet, asking Zi Ling to return to the stage again.
Seeing this, shopkeeper Shi of the Peony Pavilion quickly walked to the peony pond, bowed and bowed, and explained to all the guests that the "Die Lian Hua" that Ziling had in front of him was Liu Sicang of the Yongxing Military Road Transport Department.
, it was done on the spot to bid farewell to friends and was not prepared by Lotus Class in advance. Therefore, it cannot be repeated for the time being.
Immediately, some good people protested loudly, saying that they could also write lyrics, and Peony Pavilion could not favor one over the other.
Shopkeeper Shi was worried that the atmosphere was not lively enough, so he immediately agreed that if the other party also had good words, he would arrange for Bai Ou and everyone to show off their singing voices.
Immediately, he took the opportunity to announce that if other talents are interested tonight, they can also write lyrics on the spot. The theme and lyrics are not limited, and the two masters Zi Ling and Bai Ou will select the favorite works and set them to music and sing in public.
At this time, the atmosphere at the scene was boiling.
Many guests who had been studying for a few days immediately asked the waiters and turtle slaves to quickly get paper and pen, and they themselves also wanted to compose lyrics impromptu.
Shopkeeper Shi, on the other hand, was afraid that these people would usurp the guests, so he secretly told his subordinates Turtle Slave and the clerks that no matter how good a guest wrote, he would be put in the back queue for the time being. Tonight, Bai Ou and Zi Ling were waiting.
All your time is arranged by the officials of Huashan Yaju.
In fact, there is no need for him to take such painstaking efforts?
Ding'an County used to be a prosperous place in the Tang Dynasty, but now it is a frontier in the Song Dynasty.
The total population of the county is less than 100,000. How many talented people who are good at writing lyrics can be found in one time?
Regardless of how energetic everyone is now, if they really pick up their pens and still have the guts and ability to finish a whole list of words, I’m afraid not even one out of ten can survive.
And it is unlikely that this one-tenth of people will write any excellent works.
The reason is very simple, reading makes people's hearts lively. Although people often laugh at people who are ignorant of the world and call them nerds, but how many of the real talents are ignorant of the world?
Those with a clear mind who had heard the official title of Sicang of the Transportation Department had already understood that a group of officials came to Peony Pavilion tonight!
Who would be so idle that they have to compete with a group of officials who may block their way forward in the future?
And how could ordinary scholars who could not even pass the exams and sharpen their guns in battle compare to "talents" such as Judge Lu, Magistrate Zhang and Liu Sicang who had already passed five tests and killed six generals in the examination room?
What's more, Lu, Zhang, Liu and others had staff around them to polish it on their behalf, and even prepared "answer sheets" for them in advance.
In this way, the second half of the entertainment program in the Peony Pavilion tonight has almost become a special performance for a few officials to show off their talents. Everyone has a song, and I have a song, and the performance is like a fountain of talents.
The two singers, Bai Ou and Zi Ling, accepted everyone who came and took turns playing and singing the lyrics they had filled in. Even if there were occasional other programs interspersed in between, they could not dampen the interest of the lyricists at all.
Although Han Qing himself did not know how to write lyrics, he knew the status of Song lyrics in the history of Chinese literature. Therefore, at the beginning, he listened with some respect in his heart.
It's a pity that after listening to five or six songs in succession, none of them surpassed the level of Liu Sicang's "Die Lian Hua". It wasn't even much better than the 21st century ancient folk songs in his memory.
This made him suddenly feel extremely confused, and he even began to suspect that he was not coming to the Northern Song Dynasty in Chinese history this time!
However, after thinking about it, he understood the reason.
Thinking about the Northern Song Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty, the number of poems written by people in the Northern Song Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty for more than 300 years is probably hundreds of thousands. However, the number of poems that have actually been passed down to later generations and become familiar to ordinary people is only a hundred or so in total.
The huge waves of history are ruthless. After nearly a thousand years of repeated panning, what remains must be real gold.
Those nonsense people back then, even if they relied on various means to win a temporary reputation, no one would remember them in the blink of an eye, and they would have no chance of winning eternal praise!
"Jiajun, Jiajun, hurry up and help me read this song. I don't want to amaze everyone, just don't let people find too many faults to embarrass you!" Yang Xusheng likes to join in the fun, and suddenly he held up a piece of paper full of words.
paper, walked up to Han Qing, and begged repeatedly.
"You have already joined the army, why are you messing around now?" Han Qing didn't know how to write lyrics at all, so of course she wouldn't revise them for him. She didn't want a good friend to steal the limelight that should belong to Senior Brother Li.
, it was a no-brainer. Therefore, he pushed the paper aside decisively, "And among all the gentlemen here, who has not read more books than you?"
"That's not necessarily true. As the saying goes, each flower catches his own eye. No one is first in literature, and no one is second in martial arts. Maybe everyone in Bai Ou will read this poem I wrote tonight. Is it particularly thoughtful?" Yang Xu didn't think so.
Ken kept a low profile, narrowed his drunken eyes, and shook his head repeatedly, "When the time comes, I will find an opportunity to quietly bring her back to Hebei for resettlement. Anyway, Hebei is thousands of miles away from Bianliang..."
"Didn't you just say that you fell in love with Ziling at first sight? Why did you change your mind so quickly?" Unable to stand the other party's nonsense, Han Qing frowned and reminded.
"What does it mean to be moved by something different? I can't bear to neglect the beautiful woman!" Yang Xu had obviously drunk too much, and explained loudly with a big tongue. "Someone in Honglian smashed the horse's shoe gold, and Qinglian is going to have the final show tonight. Ziling just said
Liu Sicang and the others write lyrics to support them. If there is no decent lyrics for Bai Ou and everyone, wouldn’t it be..."
When Han Qing heard this, he became even more unwilling to accompany him to fool around. But Yang Xu was convinced of him and insisted on a good friend to polish it for him first.
When the two brothers were in a stalemate, outside the window facing the peony pond, there was suddenly a crisp sound of porcelain falling to the ground, "pop, clatter..."
Immediately afterwards, an angry scolding came through the window: "Old Shi, don't bully others too much! Please tell me, what is the difference between the words my young master wrote tonight compared to the previous ones? Why is that over there?
It was written and sung endlessly one after another, but it was written by my young master, but you swallowed it into your stomach!"
"Butler Li, forgive me, forgive me." The walls of the box were all made of wood, and the sound insulation effect was extremely poor. The two boxes were very close to each other, and the voice of shopkeeper Shi came quickly, revealing a lot of helplessness and fear.
, "It's because my subordinates are blind and don't recognize Li Langjun's masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. The little old man immediately called Honglian and asked her to go into the box and play and sing for Li Langjun in person!"
"Who asked you to invite Hong Lian to sing in private? Is it possible that my young master's lyrics are shameful?" The butler took advantage of others' influence and continued to talk loudly, "Let me tell you, my young master has not been arrogant before."
, is to be considerate of others and unwilling to compare with what they wrote. Now, since you look down on others, my young master, I will let you see what kind of words can be called a "good" person.
"Words. What kind of words can only be regarded as street slang!"
This is obviously a competition for the limelight with the officials of Huashan Yaju. As a common man, how can shopkeeper Shi dare to agree?
With a smile on his face, he bowed his body and begged hard. He only hoped that Mr. Li could stand up and speak out, so that he and his Peony Pavilion would not be involved in an unnecessary disaster.
The young Spanish envoy surnamed Li next door was obviously used to being domineering. He actually allowed his butler to behave in such a manner that he refused to utter a single word from the beginning to the end.
As a result, Senior Brother Li Sheng and Li from Han Qing's side really couldn't stand listening anymore. He suppressed his anger and ordered Lu Xingyan's staff member Yu Changshi to send a message to Shopkeeper Shi, and composed a tune for the guest next door's excellent words.
Enjoy playing and singing together.
"This..." Yu Changshi hesitated after hearing this, and raised his head to ask the transfer judge Lu Xingyan for instructions.
"Go on, since he is going to offer a treasure, let's at least listen to his masterpiece, and then give his father some pointers!" Lu Xingyan had already suppressed his anger in his heart, and waved his hand with a cold face.
In his opinion, for a second-generation ancestor, no matter how talented the staff around him may be, his ability to write lyrics may not be higher than his own academic background. Otherwise, the staff would have already passed the Jinshi examination, so why would he need to rely on others to serve a person all day long?
A young man who doesn’t know how high the sky is and how high he is?!
Previously, he thought that since both of them were officials, he didn't care about the other party throwing money around to show off. This was already magnanimous.
Now, since the other person is trying to do what they want with his lyrics, I just want to give this person a lesson and let him know that the sky is the limit!
However, what happened next was far beyond Lu Xingyan's expectations.
Although Zi Ling and others excused themselves from being tired and did not perform in person to play or sing, they were replaced by Bai Lotus, whose playing and singing skills were three points inferior to hers.
Although Bai Lotus and everyone rushed into battle, they didn't have much time to get familiar with the style of the young master or the staff who helped him catch the sword.
When the song was accompanied by the sound of the pipa, the whole place fell silent instantly.
"In the east wind of Qin Tower.
The swallows still come to look for the old fortress.
The remaining cold is slightly penetrated, and the red sun invades Luo Qi.
The young bamboo shoots have jasper hairpins, and the thin willows have golden stamens.
The orioles are singing in the woods, and the fish are swimming in the spring water.
The flexed railings lean all over.
Another new story.
A beautiful woman should think about her return date and wash away her plum makeup.
The sound of the phoenix flute fades away the solitary wild goose, and the eyes clear of the clear waves of the unparalleled carp.
The clouds and mountains are numerous, and the heart is thousands of miles away..."
"Good words!" After hearing "Swallows Return to Find Old Strongholds", Han Qing couldn't help but quietly stroking her palms under the table. At the same time, she knew that her colleagues here had lost without any suspense tonight.
When I heard "The orioles are singing in the forest, the fish are swimming in the spring water. The winding railings are leaning against each other. There are new peaches and plums again.", I was even more convinced. If I hadn't been patient with everyone's face, I couldn't help but want to sing along in a low voice.
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[The author has something to say]
The last poem was written by an unknown person in the Song Dynasty. The rhythm is very similar to Dongfeng Po. It should be able to be sung with the tune of Dongfeng Po.