Classic Villain Rescue Station

After a melody, there was a pause, and then, Yang Jian actually opened up his high-pitched voice with the sound of bells and drums, playing and singing:
"Upstairs in Qi Du's building is full of bright moon and autumn, how many peasants in the world are suffering? I am worried about the people, and I see the waves rolling.

The blue clouds cover the sky, and the moon's rhyme is very brilliant.Ying cries like burning, Xiaolou is so sad. "

As he sang, some sensible people came to his senses.

"Isn't this Bodhisattva Man, is that what Bodhisattva Man sang?"

Unlike Tang poetry, Song Ci has corresponding lyrics.For example, the familiar "Xun Xun Mi Mi, deserted, desolate and miserable", this is Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi", and the slow sound is the ci card of this poem.As we all know, ancient poems are used to sing, and ancient words are used to sing, but it is a pity that the words are easy to pass, and the music scores are hard to find.

Cai Jing arched Tong Guan next to him: "Isn't this the song "Bodhisattva Man·Watching the Moon to Relieve Heart Sorrows", thanks to him remembering it so clearly. It was a year full of disasters. The whole country in the south of the Yangtze River was full of troubles, and the officials stayed up all night because of it." Can't sleep."

Tong Guan nodded: "He is the only one who has recorded all the impromptu works of the official family. The Ninth Prince even joked about asking Yang Jian to publish a complete set of Ci for the official family."

Luo Wei and Yang Jian's second cycle also came together: "So, besides painting and calligraphy, Mr. Xuanhe is also good at writing poetry?"

Gao Qiu also followed: "That's natural, Yang Jian has memorized them all in his notebook, a total of 12138 poems."

Damn, apart from the aesthetics of farmhouse music, I also found a similarity between Song Huizong and Qianlong.Qianlong had countless stinky poems in his life, with a total of 43630 poems. Song Huizong did not give up much, with 12138 poems.

Regardless of the large gap in numbers, Qianlong basically enjoyed himself and lived until he was 87 years old without any disasters.Song Huizong's historical records live to 52, and Mr. Xuanhe in front of him is not even 52, not to mention that during Song Huizong's reign, it was a disaster.In addition, the deduction of the number of words for Ci is far more than that of Poetry.

The well-known number [-] has another identity, that is, the number of poems written by Song Huizong before his death.I don’t know if the person Luo Wei was chatting with had heard it. Anyway, Song Huizong was listening to Yang Jian’s playing and singing, beating his fan in time, squinting his eyes, not much different from an old man in the neighborhood listening to an opera.

After the song was finished, the meaning was still unfinished, and the scene was silent again.

It was the little internet celebrity anchor Meimei who raised her hand first to speak: "Uncle, did you just sing Bodhisattva Man?"

Seeing Song Huizong's reaction, Yang Jian smiled triumphantly: "It's "Bodhisattva Man: Watching the Moon to Relieve Heart Sorrow" written by our official, er, sir."

Song Huizong thought about this strange name for a while, and nodded slightly, making Yang Jian even happier.Isn't that right, usually the original author can't think of a name for an improvised work, otherwise there wouldn't be so many "Untitled" and "XX Year XX Sending XX Friends to XX Friends" in the poems. The name is vulgar and elegant, and this situation is even worse in the lyrics. Yang Jian's move can be regarded as a dragon's fart on the spot.

The conjecture was confirmed, and everyone present was in an uproar, and Meimei was even more excited. She recalled the catchy tune and sang the representative work of this lyric, Xin Qiji's "Bodhisattva Man Book Jiangxi Stoma Wall" to the beat.

Not to mention, compared to Yang Jian's clattering voice, the girl's sweet voice falls into the atmosphere of this ancient melody, although it is still beautiful, it always feels a little less. The great eunuch who sang was born.

"Under the Qingjiang River under the Yugu Terrace, how many pedestrians cry in the middle? Looking northwest at Chang'an, there are countless mountains.

The green mountains can't cover it, after all, it flows eastward.Jiang Wan was worrying, and partridges were heard deep in the mountains. "

……

Sure enough, it was a good match, and everyone talked about it.

There was some silence on the side of Qingyun Chuxiu, and a thin old man with eight-character eyebrows and white beard and hair jumped out excitedly: "Mao Zhongping, may I ask Mr. Gao's surname?"

Yang Jian got up and returned a salute: "My surname is Yang, and I'm named Jian alone."

alright, you win.The buzzing around became louder, your parents must have worshiped Erlang God so much that they named their son Yang Jian.

Mao Zhongping didn't care too much, and humbly asked for advice: "Mr. Yang, besides the song just now, are there other masterpieces for appreciation?"

Yang Jian glanced at Song Huizong again, and smiled confidently: "More than ten thousand." He closed his words, plucked the strings lightly, and started his performance again.

"On the battlefield, the spirit is rising. If you take off the rabbit, you are like a broken bamboo. The princess is unparalleled, as if there is no land. Fight for the leader bravely for your father, go to the battle personally, and watch Ling Hua.

He is fearless, heroic and heroic, and he is full of people!With one strike of consonance, who can beat Fenghua?Dress up and compete in the Cuju field, the stars are falling, and the glory is shining. "

No one needs to explain the words and cards of this poem. Luo Wei knew it was Jiang Chengzi when he heard it. Mr. Dongpo's "Jiang Chengzi · Hunting in Mizhou" was required to recite proficiently when he was a student.

Gao Qiu made a narration at the side: "The memory of this song "Jiangchengzi·Princess Linghua Yichai and Ju" is like yesterday. At that time, the dragon's heart was happy."

Yang Jian also repeated this song twice, and then the tune changed sharply, and another different melody poured out.

"Leaping into the dragon gate, on the celadon plate, the depths of the blue waves are as gorgeous as fire. The fragrance is not very fragrant, and the jade is soft and soft.

Like a fish in water, there is sourness in sweetness, and all flavors are in harmony with each other.A little bit of relish, savoring its taste is endless. "

Luo Wei was dumbfounded, the more he heard the word, the more awkward he felt.

The narrator was replaced by Liang Shicheng: "I remember this is "Treading on Shasha·Bibo Red Carp". At that time, the officials went to congratulate the prince of Yan Wang Shizi on his great happiness, and offered a dish named Bibo Red Carp. The officials praised it for its taste. Wonderful."

Luo Wei listened to Bibo Red Carp's description, and the more he listened, the more it sounded like a squirrel carp.Isn’t it said that this dish was carried forward by Qianlong? Well, long before Qianlong ate the first bite, there was already this dish in Suzhou, the birthplace. If it is not even in the Song Dynasty, there were already capable people who could cook it. Luo Wei Another connection between the two emperors was discovered.

After all, Yang Jian was a little old, and he didn't have much energy to play and sing. Although he got excited after playing and singing three songs, he was a little weak in the future, so he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath again.At this moment, the surrounding audience was not limited to surprise, everyone became a little fanatical, especially Mao Zhongping.

On the contrary, Song Huizong, who was quite cheerful at first, became a little embarrassing.The reason why his scribbled works have not been handed down is that he thinks he is talented and doesn't bother to write records at all, and the other is that all the close ministers and servants around him are talented people, and his writing level is still very good. Those who are forced to count belong to the type who is afraid of competition and loses his reputation when he compares. With his arrogance, how can he spread his clumsy works.It can be seen from this that Qianlong was still complacent in writing those broken poems, but those ministers around him must have lacked literary literacy.

Seeing that Yang Jian opened his eyes, Luo Wei had a tendency to turn today's discussion into a song, so he quickly picked him up from his seat.If Yang Jian were a modern person, he would definitely be the kind of overlord who would hold on to the microphone and never let go. He was very annoyed at Luo Wei's sweeping of his sex.

"Don't just focus on your karaoke, just look at your master's face!"

Sure enough, Song Huizong looked worried, and a group of old men with literary literacy next to him from the group of treacherous ministers looked like they couldn't explain it in words.Yang Jian suddenly felt that his dragon fart had come off, pressed his head and quickly flashed back behind Song Huizong.

Mao Zhongping reached out his hand blankly, trying to stop Yang Jian, but failed: "Mr. Yang, don't go, please continue your performance." Then he was dragged away by a hand stretched out from Qingyun Chuxiu's team go back.

It was Mao Zhongan, the team leader of Qingyun Chuxiu, who stretched out his hand. He reprimanded in a low voice: "Brother, calm down, you are still in the game!"

Mao Zhongping was half a head shorter than his younger brother, and he jumped three feet tall with his teeth and claws: "Is there any other comparison? Any of the three capitals of the family is a national treasure. How can this grandson compare with others!" He almost poked Chen Huai on the door, "What is this called? If you use up all the tricks, it's your own fault. Sun thief, you are far behind. There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky."

There was also a commotion in the barrage of the little Internet celebrity anchor, Qingyun Chuxiu ran away in a desperation, not even bothered to take away the things he brought, even the little old man Mao Zhongping who was flattering the stars was left behind, just saw him Pidianpidian followed Yang Jian in all kinds of flattery, and occasionally helped to regulate the painting utensils and guqin brought by him, and offered them with both hands.

Luo Wei couldn't stand Mao Zhongping's painting style, so he grabbed him by the neck: "I said Da Maoshanchang..." His younger brother Mao Zhongan was called Maoshanchang, and Luo Wei naturally followed this name.

Mao Zhongping rescued himself: "What is the head of Da Maoshan? It's so ugly. My old man is an academician of the Huaxia Academy of Chinese Studies. You want to call me Academician Mao."

Luo Wei still wanted to talk to him about the bet he made before, but Mao Zhongping posted Yang Jian again as slippery as a loach: "Mr. "Return to the South", please give me your advice."

Luo Wei stretched out his claws for a long time but failed to regain his attention. The group of treacherous ministers even divided up the paints and paints and followed Dong Pangpang back to his lair on the third floor. When he looked back, he was sent by Zheng Zhixin with a bald head The leading six or seven bastards surrounded him.

Xiaopingtou did not know where to bring a cup of leftover tea, which was mixed with cigarette butts, fruit shells, paper towels and other unknown objects. Do-it-yourself: "Watching a play is boring. If you drink this cup of apology tea down to the last drop, the brothers won't care about wasting our time with you. Let's do it later. What Zheng Erye explained."

Luo Wei rolled his eyes, this group of guys did not know where to invite funny people, they didn't even get out the clothes that looked serious, looking at the crumpled black trousers, they looked like they were dug out of the ground The pickles are dry "white shirt", and then look at the guys in his hand, rolling pin, knife sharpening stick, stove hook... There is also a colander who knows that he is here to find trouble, and those who don't know think Luo The Wei family is hiring a cook!