The musicians and Xu Zhiqiong played the song "Walking to Wuyin Pavilion with a Lantern" together.
At first the musicians were a little unable to keep up, as they had never heard this piece before.
But after playing for a while, the musicians all caught up, because this piece of music is very simple, following the basic direction of the pentatonic tones, without changing the key or pitch, and the rhythm is consistent to the end.
Especially the first sentence, "In those days, Huang Lao reversed Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu and turned it into Yu Zheng Jiao Shang Gong. The translation into a simplified musical notation was 65321, and then he created a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation.
According to Daxuan's aesthetic standards, "A Laugh in the Sea" is not a song, but after listening to it all night, the guests suddenly heard the catchy and easy-to-understand tune, and felt relieved and relaxed in their hearts.
What's even more rare is that this piece of music has an elegant and heroic character, and many guests started humming along with the tune.
A guest drank a full glass and sighed repeatedly: "This is how a man should be, and this is what a warrior should be."
There were only four lines in the tune, and after being played back and forth four times, Xu Zhiqiong put away the flute, wiped it clean, and returned it to the musician.
The guests hadn't heard enough yet. Someone shouted: "Play another piece, this music is so nice!"
A guest officer did not forget the literati's demeanor: "This song is so heroic that you should have another big drink!"
The musician took the dongxiao and looked at Xu Zhiqiong. This young man is really handsome.
The musician turned to look at Xin Chu again, and Xin Chu nodded, which meant he agreed.
"I, Yan Fengru, have met the young master." The musician saluted Xu Zhiqiong.
Xu Zhiqiong looked at Wu Xu who was sitting on the seat, and Wu Xu also nodded.
"My name is Xu Zhiqiong, the Qiong of the sky."
Yan Fengru looked at it carefully and felt that this handsome young man was a little naive, but he looked even more cute.
"I still have to play music here, and when the banquet is over tonight, I can ask the young master for instructions on how to play the flute."
Xu Zhiqiong nodded and said: "Let's ask for advice together, let's ask for advice together."
Amidst the cheers of the guests, Xu Zhiqiong returned to his seat and glanced at Wu Xu with a slightly satisfied look.
He successfully captured a musician and got a chance to stay overnight tonight.
Wu Xu sneered and ignored it.
Next, more than a dozen guests came to the stage to perform. After all, they were here for entertainment. As long as their skills were not too bad, they could take away a servant girl. However, a few guests were too unbearable and were sent out of the attic.
After the first question, there were more than thirty guests left in the hall. There were three musicians and eight servant girls on the stage. The competition was a bit fierce.
Xin Chu asked the second question, chanting.
Chanting is singing, which sounds easier than playing an instrument.
In fact, this is not the case. The master of the pavilion wants to order music cards.
The first person to take the exam was a young man. Xin Chu played a tune: "Please invite the guest officer to sing "Remembering the Old Friends"."
"Remembering Old Friends" is an ancient song that is no longer popular nowadays. Many versions of the lyrics have been lost. The test questions are quite difficult.
The young man thought for a moment during the banquet and nodded to the musicians. The musicians played "Remembering Old Friends" and the man sang along: "The bamboo leaves are clear, the late wind is shaking the waves, and it is the saddest to stand alone in the empty fence..." "
The words were well chosen and suited the occasion, but the young man was tone-deaf. As soon as he finished singing, the musician's face turned purple and the audience had difficulty breathing.
It was rare that he could sing an entire ancient song, so Xin Chu considered him to have passed and nodded to a servant girl.
The servant girl came out and said to the young man: "I like singing very much and would like to ask the young master for advice."
This young man didn't have an accurate idea of his singing voice. He thought he could conquer at least one musician, but the one who came up was the servant girl, which made him quite dissatisfied.
Seeing that the young man didn't answer, the servant girl smiled slightly and said, "Since I am despised by the young master, how can I dare to disturb you?"
After saying that, the little servant girl returned to the queue.
The young man regretted it. It was good to have a servant girl.
But it was too late to regret it. Xin Chu picked up the tea cup and signaled to see off the guests.
No servant girl was willing to see him off, so the young man looked depressed and left by himself.
The second guest said: "I'm not good at singing!"
Xin Chu said: "In that case, the guest will come back another day."
There are only two questions in one night. If you can't answer both questions, don't waste your time here.
The guest sighed and left. Xin Chu then asked the question. This time the tune was called "Jiangmei Yin". The next guest had heard this tune and remembered some lyrics. He sang two lines but forgot one. Fortunately, he was in the middle of the table.
Singing, I was reminded by people around me, so I barely finished singing one song, which was considered a pass, and I followed a servant girl to the second floor.
Xu Zhiqiong listened to the lyrics one after another and found that the lyrics were exactly the same as the lyrics he was familiar with in his previous life. Even the format and level were not much different.
In a blink of an eye, it was Wu Xu's turn. Xin Chu stared at Wu Xu for a moment and sang a song "Drunken Spring Breeze".
The guests made a noise after hearing this. The difficulty of this question was too low.
How low is it?
It's like asking someone to recite the Tang Dynasty poem "Thoughts on a Quiet Night".
Guests expressed strong dissatisfaction:
"This question is cheap. Who can't sing two songs of "Drunken Spring Breeze"?"
"Don't mention two, ten of them are worth mentioning."
"Drunken Spring Breeze" is very popular in Daxuan, and has been written by many lyricists. In the literati circle, there are countless popular versions, and there are only a few people who can't sing "Drunken Spring Breeze". Unfortunately, Wu Xu
is one of them.
He whispered to Xu Zhiqiong: "I know the tune, but I have never memorized the lyrics."
What's the use of telling me this?
"My subordinates don't even know the lyrics."
"Don't you often go to Goulan?"
"Tick, tick, just listen to the music, don't memorize the lyrics..." I'm here to study music, so why memorize the lyrics?
Wu Xu said: "Make one up."
Xu Zhiqiong was shocked: "This, how could you make this up..."
"You can even make up a tune, but you still can't make up a word?"
"But this..."
"Hurry up and make it up, don't ask for a beating!"
Isn't this a joke? This is something that can be made up just by asking.
Think about the Song lyrics you learned in your previous life. Are there any lyrics for "Drunken Spring Breeze"?
Xu Zhiqiong racked his brains and thought. The other guests were impatient to wait:
"Can you sing? If not, let us sing!"
"You can't even sing "Drunken Spring Breeze", but you still come here to embarrass yourself?"
"Have you ever read a word book? First of all, do you know how to read?"
The voices of sarcasm kept coming, and Wu Xu was in a difficult situation. In his anxiety, Xu Zhiqiong actually remembered the song "Drunken Spring Breeze".
It's just that this poem is a bit straightforward.
Xu Zhiqiong looked at Wu Xu, who glared at Xu Zhiqiong: "Why don't you look at it!"
I have no choice but to be more straightforward. Now I can think of this song "Drunken Spring Breeze".
Xu Zhiqiong quietly came to the musician, asked for paper and pen, ran to a corner, and quietly wrote lyrics.
Seeing the urgency of everyone's urging, Wu Xu said to Xin Chu: "There are so many lyrics in "Drunken Spring Breeze" that I don't know which song to sing at the moment. After thinking about it, why don't I compose an impromptu one."
When everyone heard this, they instantly became quiet. Singing was quite reluctant for them, but writing lyrics was something they couldn't comment on arbitrarily.
There used to be someone who could write music, and now there’s someone who can write lyrics!
There are really many talented people coming to Wuyin Pavilion today.
Xin Chu nodded repeatedly at Wu Xu. She showed rare patience to Wu Xu, and even the cold arrogance in her eyes disappeared.
A waiter brought Wu Xu pen and paper, and Wu Xu stared at the white paper and pondered carefully.
When Xu Zhiqiong came back, Wu Xu had already made up his mind. He scribbled on the white paper and then changed the lyrics that Xu Zhiqiong had written.
Wu Xu picked up the poem written by Xu Zhiqiong and said to Xin Chu, "I'm sorry!"
Xin Chu signaled the musicians and played "Drunken Spring Breeze".
Wu Xu stood up, looked at the lyrics, and sang slowly.
Although Wu Xu had never learned music, he was extremely talented, with accurate pitch, steady rhythm, and a clear and resonant voice. As soon as he opened his mouth, he attracted applause from the whole room.
"We drank together in front of each other, hugged each other by the nephrite lamp, looked back, looked back and hugged each other, it was a perfect feeling."
Wu Xuka paused for a moment, the lyrics were too direct.
The guests kept cheering:
"Next to the nephrite lamp is the word "support". The word "support" is good, and the word "soft" is also good!"
"Looking back and hugging me, it's good, I got in by myself."
Next, Wu Xu's voice trembled a little.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. I pushed him gently, and gradually I heard a trembling sound, and I was slightly frightened and blushed."
After singing the song, the whole house cheered!
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, where does it hurt!"
"Push me lightly, are you willing to push me?"
On the stage, Xin Chu covered her mouth and smiled, her heroic spirit seemed to have disappeared, leaving only her daughter's beauty.
The musician and the servant girl were whispering, their cheeks all red.
Wu Xu stood where he was, looking pretty good.
There are thousands of households in the dignified Yamen, and they have never experienced anything. They just sing a song. What's the big deal?
"Hahahaha!" Among the guests, one person's laughter sounded a bit familiar.
Could it be...
Wu Xu followed the sound and found Zhong Shen among the guests.
When did he come?
Why didn't you notice him before?
Zhong Shen raised his glass to Wu Xu: "Good words, good words. I've asked someone to copy them down. I'll find someone to frame them tomorrow and hang them in your Yamen!"
Wu Xu put down the lyrics and his body trembled.
Xu Zhiqiong moved his chair farther away, trying to keep some distance from Wu Xu.
Qianhu, you can’t blame me, you forced me to write it...
After singing, it's time for Xinchu to draw the prize.
Such an amazing song, how could it also have a musician?
The remaining three musicians looked at Xin Chu expectantly, wishing they could drag Wu Xu upstairs.
The servant girls also held on to their last vestiges of fantasy and stared at Xin Chu closely.
Xin Chu was silent for a moment, then stood up and said, "I love singing very much, and I would like to ask my husband for advice tonight."
The leader! The leader allowed him to enter the scene!
In Wuyin Pavilion, there were constant exclamations and cheers.
These guests are jealous, but also very excited. It is very rare for the leader of the pavilion to welcome guests into the room, especially for a cold and arrogant pavilion master like Xin Chu, who may not have guests entering the room all year round.
Xu Zhiqiong was not surprised by this. He had guessed this result from the time Xin Chu gave Wu Xu the question.
The lyrics were beautifully written, which only served as the icing on the cake. From the moment Xin Chu saw Wu Xu, the answer was already written on her face.
Look at our Qianhu's appearance, figure, voice, and aura. All women's fantasies are focused on him.
If one day he no longer wants to be a Qianhu, switches his career to business, and only accepts ladies from the capital, who else can the leader have?
When the time comes, I will act as a bustard for him and ensure that he earns much more than he does now!
Wu Xu suddenly glanced at Xu Zhiqiong, who trembled with fright.
Why are you trembling? This is all what I am thinking, and he can't hear it anyway.
Amid the cheers of the crowd, Wu Xu gave Xu Zhiqiong the blank paper on which he had scribbled.
Xu Zhiqiong opened it and saw that it was not random graffiti, but a drawing of the layout of Yinggeyuan, with several locations marked.
Wu Xu whispered: "Tonight, please do things quickly and let the woman go to bed early. Sneak out and check these places."
"Why didn't Chihu tell me earlier?"
"If you can't stay here for the night, what's the point of telling you?"