Dong Xiaowan finished playing and singing "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" and said with a smile: "Didn't Mr. Hu just say that he wanted to discuss the music with the Nu family? Please give me some advice."
"I don't dare to give you advice. I accidentally learned a kind of Western music score. Now take it out and discuss it with us. I'll serve you with paper and pen." It seems that Hu Yimin has been prepared for it. Although she was forced by her father to focus on Rishengchang's career.
, but he is an out-and-out music lover at heart. He has no less than ten precious guqins at home, and he has a deep understanding of music scores.
Dong Xiaowan gestured to the little maid to take a piece of bamboo paper and a pencil imported from the Song Dynasty and handed them to Hu Yimin. Then shopkeeper Hu lay on the small coffee table next to the sofa and started writing and drawing. He finished writing in a short time.
Dong Xiaowan took the piece of bamboo paper full of straight lines and tadpoles and turned it over several times. Finally, he shook his head helplessly: "Mr. Hu, what is this book-like thing?"
Hu Yimin smiled reservedly and explained: "This is a kind of music score that comes from far west Europe. It records music on five equally spaced parallel lines, marked with notes and other symbols of different durations.
one
This method is much more complicated than the commonly used five notated tone levels of "Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu". It can better reflect the tones of high, middle, bass and various musical instruments. The musical coverage is extremely wide. Although it is not yet available
It is not popular, but it will definitely become popular in the future. This is the melody of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" that I recorded using staff notation."
"Is there such a magical thing?" Dong Xiaowan couldn't hold back his excitement, "Master Hu, you must teach this method to Xiaowan."
"It's easy to say. In my spare time, I wrote a booklet called "Lü Lu Zhengyi" that talks about staff notation. I can just ask my servants to send it to Mr. Dong when I have time." Hu Yimin said.
"Thank you very much. Mr. Hu is so knowledgeable and he was able to memorize the music of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" after only listening to it once. Xiaowan really admires him and wants to keep in touch with him more in the future." Dong Xiaowan heard that there is a pamphlet.
Gifting each other makes me even more happy.
Seeing Mr. Hu being favored by the beauty, Hou Fangyu couldn't help but feel a little sour. He coughed dryly to remind her that there were four guests here.
"I have neglected you gentlemen." Dong Xiaowan turned around and nodded to the four Jiangnan princes to apologize, and then said: "Xiaowan's song is finished, and it is considered a good start. Now it's time for the guests to perform."
This is the latest form of entertainment popular along the Qinhuai River. The top brothel owner interacts with the guests in a salon-like manner. The host performs first, and then the guests write poems, paint, or sing according to their own specialties.
, or a pair, in short, each shows its own strengths, each
The performers in people's hearts will be cleverly stimulated by the hostess of the salon, bringing the atmosphere of the whole party to a climax. This is much more interesting than simply performing alone. Of course, the four young masters from Jiangnan know how to play this method. They knew it before they came.
Performance projects have been prepared.
"We four brothers did prepare some tricks before we came here. Since the Dong family has given orders, we will shamelessly show off our embarrassment." Hou Fangyu said with a smug expression, and glanced at Liu Ziguang and others, saying "showing ugliness"
, it really looks like a treasure offering.
"I also need to borrow Dong's pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Hou Fangyu said, Dong Xiaowan's embroidery room was naturally equipped with instruments, chess, pen, ink and other things. Within a moment, a piece of fine rice paper was spread on the desk, and Dong Xiaowan polished the ink himself.
Everyone gathered around to watch Hou Fangyu perform calligraphy.
What should I write? Hou Fangyu was really quick-thinking. He looked around the room and saw the "Feng Qiu Huang" that Hu Yimin had marked with staff just now. Yes, he just wrote a painting of "Phoenix Qiu Huang"!
After making up his mind, Hou Fangyu gently held the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand to avoid getting stained by ink. He waved Lang Hao with his right hand and wrote quickly on the snow-white rice paper. After a while, an elegant and lively cursive calligraphy "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" came out.
Okay. Mr. Hou carefully wrote on the signature that he wrote this in handwriting for Dong Xiaowan on a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, and stamped it with his own seal.
"Is this given to me by Mr. Hou?" Dong Xiaowan held her chest and looked happy. It is a common rule for guests to give art works to the hostess, but Dong Xiaowan has to show such happiness every time, which also makes the guests
His vanity was greatly satisfied.
Hou Fangyu nodded and smiled and said: "It's just for Mr. Dong." Chen Zhenhui said later: "My eldest brother is reluctant to give away calligraphy treasures easily. Mr. Dong is the number one on the Qinhuai River."
"Oh, then Xiaowan needs someone to frame it and hang it in my bedroom. I will copy and study it morning and night." Dong Xiaowan chuckled, picked up the calligraphy and read it intently.
Everyone also praised him. Even a semi-literate person like Liu Ziguang could see that Hou Fangyu's cursive calligraphy skills were really good. Alas, the calligraphy of ancient people was honed since childhood. It's impossible not to admire him.
Hou Fangyu was so praised that Fang Yizhi and Chen Zhenhui couldn't sit still and asked to "show off their ugliness" one after another. Everyone naturally waited and watched. The two borrowed Dong Xiaowan's guqin. One played the guqin and the other recited poetry.
In the song, he collaborated with a song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" by Su Dongpo of the Song Dynasty.
?The reason for having a child during the Mid-Autumn Festival:
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and beautiful houses will
It's extremely cold at high places.
Dance and figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world!
Turn around the Zhu Pavilion and look down at the Qihu. The light will make you sleepless.
There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of being happy when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes,
This matter has never been completely solved.
I hope that people will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart.
"Poems about appreciating the moon are often solitary and solitary. Dongpo's poem is as ethereal as the clouds, hidden in the clear light. The poem about drinking and asking about the moon has the legacy of Li Taibai, the wine fairy, and it is full of strangeness. It happened to be written by two famous people.
It’s really breathtaking to see great talents from all over the Yangtze River performing together.” Dong Xiaowan clapped her hands and praised.
There was another burst of admiration from everyone, and Chen Fang and Chen Fang said a few words of humility, and then Hou Fangyu said: "We three brothers are really good at attracting others. The fourth brother's talent is the best among us. Before he came today, he
It took me a long time to prepare, I don’t know what surprises are waiting for us.”
"Oh, what talents does Mr. Feng have that will open up Xiaowan's horizons?" Dong Xiaowan asked.
"It's just a small skill, I don't dare to go to the grand hall. Mao also wanted to wait until the four young masters finished their performances before making any plans." Mao Pijiang obviously believed that he was very talented and wanted to be the finale.
"We?" Liu Ziguang and others were a little panicked now. They were not so well prepared. Although they had studied poems, songs, and poems, they could not be compared with the Four Young Masters of Jiangnan. Hu Yimin could still refuse. Just now
Having already shown off their musical notation, the other three people felt like they were rushing to get on the shelves.
Seeing their embarrassed expressions, the four young masters from Jiangnan couldn't help but smile with ridicule. Dong Xiaowan advised: "Young masters, don't worry about it. This is just for everyone's entertainment. The important thing is to participate."
"Well, then I'll sing a song called "Sifan", which won the first place at this year's Mochou Lake Conference." Li Jun, the little girl, is young after all. She quickly overcame her shyness, and she also wanted to be in the idol Jiangnan.
Showing off in front of the Fourth Young Master, he was the first one to come out and ask for a performance.
Everyone applauded and welcomed, and Dong Xiaowan also played the piano to accompany her. The little girl's voice was very bright and bright, but she didn't have her own characteristics. She blindly imitated the castrato-specific high notes of this year's champion Wang Liuge, so although her singing was precise, everyone didn't think much of it.
Excellent, just slapped a few times as if to meet the occasion. This round can be regarded as losing to the Fourth Young Master of Jiangnan.
"Since Mr. Hou has left a treasure of calligraphy, let me also write a calligraphy, just the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" that the two talents collaborated on just now.
"Mid-Autumn Festival with a Child"." Peng Jinrong had no choice but to pick up calligraphy, which she was good at, for a performance. A word was written quickly, and the very regular regular script was as carved as a knife and an axe. It looked good, but the regular script
The artistic content of East and West is far less than that of cursive script. In addition, Peng Jinrong did not have a stamp to stamp the signature, so this round was at another disadvantage.
Everyone's eyes fell on Liu Ziguang. This yin-yang face was the most inconspicuous one. Everyone didn't hold out much hope. They just hoped that he would finish his performance quickly so that Mao Pijiang could perform the finale.
"Well, I don't know much, so I'll just sing "Man Jiang Hong" for everyone." Liu Ziguang really didn't have anything to perform, so he had to use the most familiar military songs to make up the number.
Everyone suddenly lost interest. Although it was a good poem by Yue Wumu, it had been sung indiscriminately by soldiers over the years. Expecting it to resonate as strongly as Jinan Prefecture by the Qinhuai River was tantamount to wishful thinking.
Sure enough, when Liu Ziguang finished singing "All the Rivers Are Red", he found that only Peng Jinrong next to him was looking at him with a smile. The four young masters from the south of the Yangtze River chatted together, laughing knowingly from time to time. It seemed that they were not listening at all.
Yimin and Li Junye
I don’t know where my mind went, but the two of them whispered something with their heads together. Dong Xiaowan praised it politely: "What a powerful song Manjianghong." After saying that, he turned to Mao Bijiang: "Master Mao.
, you can’t hide now, can you?”
Mao Bijiang stood up with a smile and said: "Originally, I just wanted to dedicate my work "Xiangli Garden Occasionally" to the Dong family, but when I heard this "Niu Gongzi" sang "Man Jiang Hong", I also wanted to perform a Kunqu opera.
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"But the collection of poems written by Mao Gongzi before he was fourteen years old was hailed by the 80-year-old art giant Dong Qichang as "The Occasionally Existing Garden of Fragrant Lady", which is not inferior to the talented young man Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty?" Dong Xiaowan said in surprise.
"That's right." Mao Pijiang proudly took out a blue-covered thread-bound book and held it to Dong Xiaowan with both hands: "It's all handwritten by a young student. I hope everyone in Dong will accept it."
Dong Xiaowan hurriedly took it with both hands: "Thank you so much, Mr. Mao. Xiaowan will definitely read it carefully."
They were going back and forth in a lively manner, which made Liu Ziguang, who had just finished his performance, feel disgraced. He sat back on the sofa in boredom, waiting to watch Mao Pijiang's Kunqu Opera.
Kunqu Opera, also known as Kunshan Tune, is a type of southern opera that originated in Kunshan, Jiangsu Province. It is sung in the gentle Suzhou dialect and is more beautiful and beautiful. The song "Huan Sha Ji" sung by Mao Bijiang was performed by Liang Chen, a native of Kunshan.
Yu's masterpiece in the late Longqing years. It was the performance of this masterpiece that expanded the influence of Kunqu Opera. Scholars and scholars competed to use Kunqiang to create legends, and the number of people who studied Kunqiang was increasing day by day.
Today's "Huan Sha Ji" by Mao Bijiang is a cappella without accompaniment. Without the support of gongs and drums, it can be clear and far-reaching, and the melody is even more beautiful. Everyone except Liu Ziguang was fascinated by it and couldn't extricate themselves for a long time. Until
Mao Bijiang finished singing for a long time before he slowly recovered.
"If we hadn't visited the Dong family together today, the three of us wouldn't have known that our fourth brother had this skill! It's really impressive!" Hou Fangyu suddenly clapped his hands as if he had suddenly come to his senses.
"It's really a lingering sound that lingers around for three days. Xiaowan feels ashamed." Dong Xiaowan also praised.
Everyone also praised him, but Liu Ziguang snorted and looked dismissive.
His expression was seen by Mao Bijiang, and he remembered that Liu Ziguang had just ridiculed them for being Tutiao, and he couldn't help but get angry, and said: "Everyone praised me, how can Xiaosheng's Kunqu Opera be compared with that "Niu Gongzi"?
"Compared with the powerful Azolla."
"How can the fourth brother's white snow be compared with Qiu Ba's military songs? Some people are just jealous of you. Don't worry. With our status, why should we be angry with an unknown junior?" Hou Fangyu also noticed Liu Ziguang's expression,
As the leader of the four young masters, he thought he had more courage and persuaded him to open up new frontiers.
"My surname is Liu, Liu Ziguang, not a cow. Is there something wrong with pretending to be a gentleman?" Liu Ziguang said coldly. It is indeed very impolite to deliberately say someone else's last name incorrectly.
"Okay, okay, it's really an honor for Xiaowan to get to know the eight young masters today. In fact, today is Xiaowan's last performance by the Qinhuai River. From now on, Xiaowan will move to Bantang, Suzhou. Everyone will continue to work together in the future.
I want to go to Suzhou to support Xiaowan." Dong Xiaowan saw that the two sides were about to quarrel and quickly interrupted.
As expected, everyone's attention was attracted. The famous Dong family was actually leaving the Qinhuai River. This was unexpected news.
"When are you leaving? We should go to the pavilion to see you off."
"The water town in the south of the Yangtze River is suitable for the Dong family to live in. I will definitely visit it when I have the opportunity."
Everyone was chatting around Dong Xiaowan. Liu Ziguang couldn't help but think of a song he learned in elementary school. When he was learning this song in the Children's Palace, he also learned the guzheng by the way. Looking at Dong Xiaowan's guzheng and
The guzheng in his impression is very similar, maybe it is a kind of musical instrument. Whatever it is, I also showed off my skills. Liu Ziguang made up his mind, and when others were not paying attention to him, he walked to the guzheng and sat down cross-legged and started playing and singing.
Everyone was talking eagerly around Dong Xiaowan when suddenly a melodious piano sound sounded. Although it was a bit unfamiliar, the melody was indeed extremely beautiful and the lyrics were even more beautiful.
Beside the ancient road outside Changting
Fragrant grass and green sky
The evening breeze supports the willows and the sound of the flute remains
Sunset Mountain Outer Mountain
The end of the sky and the corner of the earth
Half acquaintances
A pot of turbid wine, all the joy left
Don’t dream coldly tonight
Everyone was shocked, their jaws almost dropped to the ground. They had never heard such a beautiful melody, and the words and sentences of the song were even more unique. A poignant scene of farewell in the pavilion immediately appeared before their eyes, so vivid and smart. And
What surprised everyone even more was that such a wonderful song was actually sung by that yin-yang-faced man who could only sing military songs.
"Good night, don't dream coldly." Dong Xiaowan didn't know why, but there were sparkles in the corners of her eyes. Maybe this song moved her as she was about to travel far away.
"Excuse me, where does this song come from?" Dong Xiaowan has been on the Qinhuai River for many years. It can be said that he has heard songs and plays all over the world, but this is the first time he has heard of this unique farewell song. The person who wrote this song must be a great talent. He is truly
Not only is the lyrics beautiful, but the music is also beautiful. It is definitely a rare masterpiece. Compared with Dong Xiaowan's Feng Qiuhuang and Mao Pijiang's Kun Opera, it is not at the same level.
"This is a work I made when I was eight years old, and it made everyone laugh." Liu Ziguang said shamelessly.
The four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River are all open-mouthed and unable to close their mouths. They can compose such lyrics and music at the age of eight. Is this still a human being? That is a literary star descending to earth! This guy must have plagiarized it!
"You are able to compose this song and music when you are eight years old. It is really admirable. However, a Yuan Dynasty music score passed down by my ancestors seems to contain this song. The lyrics are also very similar. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass is green.
"I don't know whether you copied it from Yuan Ren, or Yuan Ren plagiarized it from you?" Mao Bijiang said matter-of-factly.
"I am also lucky enough to have seen this Yuan Dynasty music score from my fourth brother's house. A pot of wine will make you happy, don't dream cold tonight. I still remember it in my heart. It is exactly the same as this song by Liu Gongzi. It seems that
Mr. Liu is from the Yuan Dynasty. It's really disrespectful." Hou Fangyu's mind was spinning very fast, and he immediately cooperated with Mao Bijiang to tell the lie more perfectly. As scholars, they could remember the lyrics word for word after listening to them once.
, he also looks decent when he lies.
"Haha, I didn't expect that Mr. Liu was a time traveler. Did he travel from the Yuan Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty or reverse time travel? Haha." Although Fang Yizhi didn't know whether this score really existed, Hou Fangyu's sarcastic words obviously aroused his resonance.
He also mocked Liu Ziguang.
"Damn it, I shamelessly plagiarized Li Shutong's works, but these people are even more shameless than me, and they actually did this!" Liu Ziguang finally got a chance to show off, and was labeled as a plagiarist. If it weren't for
Seeing that there were many girls present, I was already ready to kill them with a knife.
"Young man, take out your music score and show it to everyone. I'll go get it with you now. If you can't get it out, I'll see what happens to you!" Liu Ziguang said angrily.
"Why should I show it to you? I will naturally show it to Mr. Dong when the time comes." Mao Bijiang glanced sideways at Liu Ziguang and said disdainfully.
"Okay, okay, what does it matter who composed it? The key is that a good song can be reproduced in the world. This is the most important thing." Dong Xiaowan came out to smooth things over again. She still believed in Mao Bijiang's words.
Maojia is a family of poets and calligraphers in the south of the Yangtze River. It is normal to have a rare and orphaned copy. But since it is an orphaned copy, how did Liu Ziguang know about it? Is this really a coincidence?
Hu Yimin curled her lips and said nothing. Mao Pijiang's words were obviously framed by Liu Ziguang, but Liu Ziguang was probably lying when he said that this was a work he wrote when he was eight years old. The only possibility was that it was written by Miss Peng next to him. Unexpectedly, when
When she looked over, she saw Peng Jinrong's surprised expression. It seemed that this matter had really become a mystery.
It seems that today's gathering will no longer have a harmonious atmosphere. Although Dong Xiaowan's relationship with Xi Ni, Liu Ziguang and the Fourth Young Master were still forged, Dong's last concert on the Qinhuai River ended in unhappiness.
Although it ended hastily, the money was still indispensable. The fourth young master paid 800 taels of silver and went ahead proudly. Liu Ziguang was also here to check the accounts and took out 800 taels of silver notes, causing a great chaos.
This karaoke session was really expensive! Liu Ziguang spat on the ground indignantly, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers to call over some taxis parked at the entrance of the chaos.
What came over was a human-powered tricycle from Ziguang Motorcycle Company. The drivers were all big-shouldered and round-waisted men. They were full of charlatanism, but they were deliberately concealed. "Gentlemen, where are you going?" asked a driver.
"Let's go back to Meiyuan first." Hu Yimin said.
"Well, you go back, we won't bother you anymore and just go back." Peng Jingrong said.
"Okay, let's see you another day." After saying that, Hu Yimin took Li Jun on a tricycle, and no one noticed the driver's evil smile.
Liu Ziguang also got on a tricycle with Peng Jinrong. After telling the address, he let the driver pedal on the stone pavement. The driver obviously didn't master the tricycle technology very well and kept going in the wrong direction. Liu Ziguang said curiously: "Man, you
Did you come to work without any training? How can you attract customers with skills like yours?"
"I've been trained, but I forgot. Guest, please sit down and don't say anything more." The coachman said gruffly.
The first rule of Ziguang Coachman's rules is not to bump into customers. This guy is weird! When a person is suspicious, he will observe carefully. This coachman's clothes are very tight, as if they are not his own clothes. There are three red threads embroidered on the hem of his clothes.
His name was "Xu Sanpi". Liu Ziguang saw this and pretended to be casual and asked: "What's your surname, coachman?"
"My surname is Wang, why?" the driver replied nonchalantly as he rode a tricycle crookedly, but he didn't know that a soft sword had been quietly placed on his neck.