Chapter 220 He Is the Hope of the Song Dynasty Literary and Art Circles
Chapter 220 He is the hope of the literary and artistic circles of the Song Dynasty (fourth update)
Author: sunny
Chapter 220 He is the hope of the literary and artistic circles of the Song Dynasty (fourth update)
That week, everyone stood up and began to talk about their new work, and also solemnly recommended the red-sleeved girl.
Naturally, the audience did not dare to neglect and cheered and agreed.
However, when the music started and Zhou everyone sat back, these people once again entered the whispering mode.
The topic they were talking about was about "Autumn in the Palace of the Han Dynasty" performed by Master Fan Lou today.
Regardless of Miss Shishi's makeup today, her singing and dancing, or her dancing, and her magical stage performance.
It has become a topic of discussion among these audiences. As for the lyrics of the girl with red sleeves, for them, it is indeed good.
But the musical performance they saw today had an impact far greater than a mere masterpiece.
Seeing these friends who were invited by him, they were obviously sitting here, but their eyes were wandering.
The topic discussed was closely related to "Autumn in the Han Palace" performed by Miss Fan Lou.
Hearing that Zhou Bangyan was feeling extremely evil, he couldn't bring himself to express his anger, so he could only force a smile and continue to attract these people to support the red-sleeved girl.
After the song was sung, the cheers from the whole hall seemed so weak, and even the enthusiastic comments in the past were not heard.
If the red-sleeved girl, who was sitting there and had put in a lot of effort and practice over and over again for a long time, had not been so good-looking and these people were all guests who had spent money, she would have really wanted to just walk away.
In my aunt's territory, you don't discuss my aunt's singing, you don't comment on Zhou Lang's masterpieces, but you just criticize Master Li's musical in Fanlou. Are you here to cause trouble?
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An unspectacular feast of appreciation of Zhou's masterpieces ended in an extremely sloppy way.
The guests had already dispersed one after another, either going home or hugging their sweetheart to talk about life and distant places.
Zhou Bangyan was sitting in the girl's room with a helpless expression, and the girl's sobbing voice could be heard in his ears.
Naturally, the girl with red sleeves would not complain about the example of Zhou Bangyan, a poet and poet, but she would just say that she was too useless.
Surprisingly, such a good libretto could not move all the audience to cheers tonight.
This made Zhou Bangyan very embarrassed. After comforting the girl with red sleeves, he found an excuse and slowly left the boudoir of the girl with a sad face.
Outside the house, the madam saw the desolate-looking Zhou family and hurriedly came forward to greet them.
"Why did everyone Zhou come out? Could it be that my daughter is ignorant?"
"No, no, no, I haven't been back home for many days. I just finished taking care of things today, so it's time to go back home for a walk."
The madam nodded knowingly and watched Zhou Bangyan walking away, then turned around and got into the room of the red-sleeved girl, trying to appease the pillar of the red building.
Don't be depressed, you must have strong self-confidence and the ability to resist being beaten. Only in this way can you survive in the cruel competition among courtesans.
So what if you can't compare to Master Li? At least you got Zhou's masterpiece, and you are at least better than most of the lovely people in Tokyo's Goulan Pavilion world.
Over there, the madam was comforting the red-sleeved girl, while here Zhou Bangyan raised his hand and summoned his confidants to follow Zhou Mo, striding towards Wanhong Mansion.
Zhou Mo went up to his master with a confused look on his face and asked him why he suddenly wanted to leave Wenrou Township.
Zhou Bangyan glared irritably at his confidant who was living more happily than himself in Wanhonglou these days.
"I haven't been back home for many days. I just have nothing to do today. I'll go back and have a look."
After hearing what the master said, Zhou Mo secretly curled his lips, fearing that there was something wrong with today's masterpiece sharing feast, the beauty was displeased, and the old man couldn't bear it and decided to avoid the limelight first.
I don’t even think about it. It was the master who insisted on confronting Fan Lou in the first place. Isn’t it cool now?
Fortunately, Zhou Bangyan was walking at the front and didn't even notice Zhou Mo's disdainful eyes behind him.
Just as the master and servant were walking slowly forward, they suddenly heard the sound of galloping hooves approaching from a distance.
Zhou Bangyan and Zhou Mo turned their heads to look at each other at the same time. They saw a carriage on the street behind them, surrounded by dozens of riders, galloping towards them.
The other party also discovered this pair of master and servant, and someone even pointed in this direction.
Soon, dozens of people from the group came close and slowly stopped with the familiar carriage.
The car curtain was lifted, revealing a face that was extremely familiar to Zhou Bangyan.
Zhou Bangyan quickly lowered his head and bowed his head in salute. "I see the official."
Zhao Ji, an official, was sitting in the carriage, looking at Zhou Bangyan's master and servant playfully, and said with a half-smile.
"You don't have to be polite, Zhou Qing. Didn't Zhou Qing go to the Fan Tower to appreciate "Autumn in the Han Palace" today?"
Upon hearing such a question, Zhou Bangchan's eyelids twitched wildly and his head hung lower and lower.
"I went to visit friends today and did not go to Goulan."
"I see, that's a pity. I went to Fan Tower today and enjoyed a wonderful show.
"Autumn in the Han Palace" is really exciting, especially Wang Zhaojun played by Shishi, who is really alive, as if Zhaojun was alive..."
"Speaking of which, the child prodigy Xiao Gao Aiqing is really capable. This musical "Autumn in the Palace of Han" was written by him."
"Haha, this is an eleven-year-old child. He can actually write such a sentimental, tender and sad story. I really love him."
"..." Zhou Bangyan stood with his head bowed, and heard the official Zhao Ji's self-concerned words in his ears.
Those relatives and friends had been whispering in his ears before, and now, Zhao Ji, the official who wanted to steal women from him, was also whispering.
These words fell into his ears, making Zhou Bangyan feel extremely humiliated. It was enough to really step on the horse.
Although Zhou Bangyan was complaining crazily in his heart, he did not dare to show it on his face and could only hum and chirp in agreement.
Seeing Zhou Bangyan's appearance, the official Zhao Ji felt secretly happy. After showing off his beloved disciple and his woman, the official Zhao Ji said to Zhou Bangyan.
"Zhou Qing's family has been back in Tokyo for some time. I wonder if any masterpieces will be published in these days?"
Zhou Bangyan did not dare to neglect, so he recited the masterpiece that he had been inspired by under the red-sleeved girl's bed on the spot.
This made Zhao Ji, an official, have to admit that the dry and skinny Zhou Qing family still had some talents.
"Yes, you are indeed Zhou Bangyan. It just so happens that I read Wang Jinqing's "Remembering an Old Friend: Candle Shadow Shakes Red" yesterday.
I feel that the entire poem is deeply sentimental and touching, and I love it very much. However, this work is not rich enough, and I deeply hate it."
"It just so happens that you, Zhou Qing, have joined the Dasheng Mansion and are good at writing about the love between men and women and the sorrow and sorrow of separation. You can write a different story for me and add to it..."
"..." Zhou Bangyan watched as the official Zhao Ji and his entourage left Yangchang, leaving his master and servant in this deserted street.
Listening to the receding sound of hoofbeats, I thought of those strange words made by the official Zhao Ji just now.
Zhou Bangyan's face was ashen as frightening, especially when Zhao Ji, an official, praised the "Autumn in the Palace of the Han Dynasty" compiled by the prodigy number one scholar Gao Zhang in front of him.
And the masterpiece he just recited on the spot only received two indifferent comments from him.
This made Zhou Bangyan feel more and more that the officials were pouring salt on his wounds. They were clearly saying that you, Zhou Bangyan, were too old and had passed your time, and that child Gao Zhang was the hope of the literary and artistic circles of the Song Dynasty.
"Master, master, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."
Zhou Mo saw the old man standing there with his hands covering his heart, his face was frighteningly white, and he was so frightened that he quickly supported the frail Zhou family.
"I, I have nothing to do. Let's go back home quickly. I just want to have a good sleep at the moment."
Zhou Bangyan waved his hand feebly, gritted his teeth, and took staggering steps toward home.
It's a pity that I didn't bring my own mount here today, although the donkey was a little frustrated as a mount.
After all, it is a tool for transportation. Now that my hands and feet are weak, I don’t have to force myself to go on the road.
Even if you go to Goulan Guan Pavilion next time, you must bring it with you.
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Making hot air balloons is not complicated, but you can’t use mud in the hot air balloon basket to build a clay stove, right?
Therefore, if you need a suitable iron stove, the best one is naturally a stove made of hammered iron sheet.
In front of Gao Zhang, there was a completed iron stove placed in front of him, which was made exactly according to the drawings drawn by Gao Zhang.
This iron stove was very well made and light in weight, making it easy to place in a hanging basket. For fuel, Gao Zhang decided to use high-quality coke produced by the Gao family's coking workshop.
After all, this Immortal Boat is used to show off to Master Hunjun, not to smear Master Hunjun. After all, one must pay attention to details.
PS: Sorry, sorry, it’s almost the fifth update, my head is spinning as I write it, I’ll continue tomorrow.
Sorry, sorry, it’s almost the fifth update and my head is spinning as I write it. I’ll continue tomorrow.
