Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

As the head of the brothel, Liu Jingzhuang, who has left Linglong House with a good sentence for the ages, is like the owner of Linglong House. From the moment you step into Linglong Building, you are greeted with the highest standard of reception. But all the girls with some names apologized to the guests and came to salute in front of Liu Jingzhuang. If Liu Jingzhuang asked them to stay for a while, they would naturally not go back. If Liu Jingzhuang did not speak, they could only leave one side of Jinpa and leave sadly.

According to the rules of the brothel, if you find the young man in the brothel and say that you want to return the Jinpa, it is natural that the two of them will begin to give and receive privately.

The worldly mind, but it is between one gift and one return.

But the strange thing was that those guests didn't care, and also bowed to Liu Jingzhuang.

"I have seen the word saint!"

"I have seen Liu Daru!"

"I have seen Mr. Liu Qi!"

"I've seen Big Brother Liu!"

Greetings to Liu Jingzhuang come in a variety of names.

This is a brothel, it feels like an inspection!

The Confucian scholar in the brothel is so terrifying!

Chen Luo Mingming was also considered handsome, but at this moment, he was completely covered up by Liu Jingzhuang's light, and he followed behind him without attracting attention at all.

……

"It's broken, my father is here!"

Liu Mengrui, who was eating pastries by the window on the second floor, choked and hurried into the house. Cheng Difei, who was preparing sweet brew, was startled, shaking his hand, poured more wine, and instantly the whole room was overflowing with the aroma of wine.

"What should I do? Are you here to arrest us?" Cheng Diefei looked terrified.

Liu Mengrui patted her chest, swallowed the choked pastry, and then waved her hand: "No, he came to play by himself. Let's not go near the window. After listening to the song, we will slip through the back door. Don't worry, it's alright."

Cheng Diefei looked at Liu Mengrui a little nervously, but there was no other way. He could only nod his head, and he was not in the mood to continue making sweet brew. He could only take out the "Voters" that he carried with him from his sleeve and read it again. .

……

"Liu Cisheng, Liu Cisheng..." The maid brought Liu Jingzhuang and Chen Luo into the private room on the second floor, and a bustard in gold and silver hurried over, "Liu Cisheng, help!"

Seeing the bustard, Liu Jingzhuang was about to introduce Chen Luo to her, but when she heard the words "help" from the bustard, she frowned slightly: "Miss Han, what's so serious?" After speaking, she also said to Chen Luo, "Xian Brother, this is Mrs. Han Sanniang, the owner of Linglong Building. Sanniang, this is my brother Chen Xian.”

Han Sanniang glanced at Chen Luo and saw that he was a young man in his twenties. He just thought he was the son of a prince. She gave a casual gift and said to Liu Jingzhuang: "Hey, speaking of it, today is the day I'm overjoyed by Linglonglou. The day before. A few days ago, everyone Luo’s new work “Flying Bird Song” was completed, and I, Linglonglou, won the bid in Zhongjing Zhongqinglou, and I invited everyone to come to my Linglonglou to sing for the first time…”

"You godly woman!" Liu Jingzhuang pointed at Han Sanniang, and scolded with a smile, "It's such a good thing, you didn't even notify me!"

Immediately, Liu Jingzhuang turned his head and explained to Chen Luo: "This Luo family, named Luo Huanu, was born from an affair between a musician in the palace and a pianist. He has a natural sense of music, his voice is like a yellow warbler, his dance is like a flying swallow, and he plays and sings. He is perfect in everything. At the age of fourteen, a song called "Falling Flowers" entered Confucianism with music, and now it has only been ten years and has become a master of music, so it is called Luo Dajia."

Chen Luo's heart moved: "Genius musical girl?"

In a previous life, Chen Luo's grandmother was an actress from the Kunqu Opera Troupe in the county seat, and she was also the most popular Zhengdan in Tsing Yi. So for those who can sing, Chen Luo feels kind in his heart for no reason.

"Oh, my sage Xianggong..." Seeing that Liu Jingzhuang and Chen Luo were chatting hotly, Han Sanniang interrupted Liu Jingzhuang half coquettishly and half angrily, "Listen to the old lady."

"Alright, alright!" Liu Jingzhuang, who has never been a great scholar, nodded quickly, "This is obviously a good thing, why should I save my life? Tell me..."

Han Sanniang sighed heavily: "The people from the Fuci Club are here too..."

Liu Jingzhuang was stunned when he heard the words, and then helplessly helped his forehead: "It's hard to do now."

Han Sanniang had a pleading look on her face: "You old man is a master in the field of poetry, and you are highly respected. If something goes wrong later, I hope you can make a difference. If there is really a problem with everyone in Luo's song this time, I will be at Linglonglou. He's got a reputation for blowing autumn leaves with a gust of wind—it's all clean!"

"This... Old man, do your best." Liu Jingzhuang gave a wry smile.

Seeing this, Han Sanniang knew that this was also the limit of Liu Jingzhuang's promise, so she bowed again, thanked her again and again, and then slowly left the private room.

At this time, Chen Luocai asked with a fox face: "Brother Liu, what kind of organization is the Fuci Club? Why do you and Han Sanniang look like they are facing the enemy?"

Liu Jingzhuang poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and then sighed: "It's a long story..."

……

"Brother Qian, today Luo Ni's new work "Flying Bird Song", I must refute it, I hope Brother Qian will not pity Xiangxiyu!"

"Brother Tang, am I, Qian Erkang, that kind of anxious person? Even if Luo Hongnu is stunning, how could I, Qian, be merciful in the face of the difference between words and music?"

"Brother Erkang said exactly what he said. The style of writing is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient. We, who worship poetry and respect words, are the right way. How can rural folk songs be considered elegant! Luo Ni must be won!"

"Okay, after the first battle today, Linglong Building can't stay any longer. I can transfer to Chuan Shang Building, and I will take care of the expenses after I have spent it!"

"Brother Zhao Wen is arrogant, come here, drink this full cup!"

……

In the private room on the second floor.

"The difference between lyrics and music?" Chen Luo was puzzled.

Liu Jingzhuang nodded and explained: "My dear brother, listen to me. The style of poetry in the previous dynasty was at its peak, and in this dynasty, the style of poetry has risen again. The so-called ci is a different form of poetry, also known as melody. Ci has a card, but it is the tone of the word. There are regulations on the total number of sentences, the number of sentences, the number of words in each sentence, and the flatness of the different words and cards, and the word cards are required."

"That's why lyric writing is also called Yiyun filling in the lyrics!"

"However, the song is different. Although the song also has a song card, it can be used to complement the words. The word card determines the number of words in each sentence, but the song card can add or subtract the number of words at will according to the author's intention, which is undoubtedly a lot more free."

"Secondly, the rhyme used in words and tunes is different. Qu can be flat and flat, and rhyme can be repeated, but neither can be used in words."

"Finally, the words are mostly elegant, and the songs can be made of common sayings~www.wuxiamtl.com~such as you and me, this side, that side..."

"Because both of them are singing, therefore, the literary world has a distinction between lyrics and music, which is really a battle between the refined and the popular."

"The Fu Ci Club is a staunch supporter of elegant Ci, and regards popular music as heresy. That's why Han Sanniang has such a headache."

"Can't we just drive them away?" Chen Luo asked.

Liu Jingzhuang shook his head slightly: "This is a dispute in the literary world, why should violence be used? Isn't it true!"

"Then what about you?" Chen Luo continued to ask, "Is Brother Liu standing in the Ci Party or the Qu Party?"

Liu Jingzhuang was stunned for a moment, chuckled lightly, and said, "If it was twenty years ago, I would have been the backbone of the Fu Ci Club. But today, I myself tend to tune in."

"After all, words can be lyrical, they can describe scenes, but they can't remember events. Songs can be all three."

"The tune of the word should be sad rather than joyful, the tune of zhuang should not be harmonious, and the tune can be both."

"In the final analysis, the lyrics and music are not enemies, but brothers, but they broke the blood of the battle between the refined and the common, and did not conform to the old man's wishes."

Chen Luo nodded slightly, listening to Liu Jingzhuang's words, it was similar to Song Ci and Yuan music.

But the difference between lyrics and music is equal to the battle between the refined and the popular?

Whoever said that there is no elegance in music!

"Withered vines, old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water..." A song of Qiu Si wrote all over the world!

"The peaks and mountains are like gatherings, the waves are like fury, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road..." The nostalgic color of this song is strong, and it means gloomy.

and many more!

Chen Luo's mind was shocked. In this world, all songs seem to be still in the stage of common songs.

There are very few Sanqu with true artistic achievements.

"This wave..."

Chen Luo was thinking about the matter of electricity, and the drums were beating lightly outside the elegant room, Luo Hongnu was about to appear...

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