Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"Are you still satisfied?" A gentle smile sounded like a thunderous explosion in Qian Erkang's ears.

But Qian Erkang is also a person who fights with others all the year round. After reciting Chen Luo's new song a few times in his heart, he suddenly realized something, and quickly forcibly stabilized his mind and surrendered to Liu Jingzhuang; "Please comment on Liu Daru first. , students will talk later."

At this time, everyone looked at Qian Erkang and others with contempt. What kind of tricks Qian Erkang wanted to play, but everyone could hear that this little boy's music was like a landscape painting, which was pleasing to the eye. What to say?

Liu Jingzhuang also looked at Qian Erkang dissatisfied, but it was inconvenient to have a seizure, so he cleared his throat and said, "Brother Chen Xian's song is about parting feelings. In a woman's tone, it directly describes the separation of men and women."

"The first sentence is since the farewell, it is hard to leave, and a little lovesickness will never end. Straightforwardly expresses the lingering of a woman, starting from the farewell, although the tone is simple, but I feel 'difficult to leave', after thinking about it, the lovesickness is only 'a little', but I don't know 'When is it absolutely', the so-called disconnection is nothing more than this!"

"The second sentence, 'Flicking Yang Huaxue with a sleeve', reminds me of Po Xian's "Youth Tour"."

"Last year, we sent each other off. Outside Liuxia Gate, the flying snow resembles poplar flowers. This spring, the poplar flowers are like snow, and I still haven't seen them return home!"

"The woman who saw her off stood on the high platform, watching her sweetheart leave from a distance, brushing away the poplar flowers in front of her, so as not to let it block her sight."

"But what about that. The figures are getting farther and farther away, until at the end, only the Xixieshan can be seen, and the sweetheart, let's go..."

"This sentence has quite the feeling of Li Qinglian's 'The lonely sail is far away in the blue sky, and only the long river flows in the sky', but it is a woman's mind, and it is more delicate and lingering."

"It's more like the wonderful sentence of Uncle Yan of this dynasty, 'After parting, I remember meeting each other'."

"Farewell and lovesickness are all in the tenderness of a woman, and how many people can understand the lingering meaning..."

After listening to Liu Jingzhuang's comments, everyone present seemed to see a beautiful woman looking at the mountains and rivers from afar, but no longer saw the loneliness of their sweetheart, and they felt a pain in their hearts for no reason. At this time, the women in Linglonglou looked at Chen Luo again, all with tears in their beautiful eyes, but their hearts were fiery.

An Acacia decree, all the exquisite hearts.

……

"It's going to be released, it's going to be released, two wonderful elegant songs, I'm going to release Linglonglou this time!" Han Sanniang, who was on the side, never dreamed that the young master brought by Liu Jingzhuang was so talented, and blurted out two handed down songs. Yaqu. Enough to raise her Linglonglou's title to a new level. Thinking of this, she glanced at Qian Erkang, but she didn't even think that the other party hated him before.

"In any case, I must let this young master agree to engrave these two songs on my Linglong Building..." Han Sanniang made up her mind, "This little son does not seem to be short of gold and silver, I wonder if he will like it. The four courtesans of my Linglong Building..."

……

"Wow, this gentleman is so good!" Liu Mengrui jumped up excitedly, "Being able to be with that old man of my father... No, being able to be brothers and sisters of my father's poetic master, he really has two brushes. Huh? No, he Talking about brothers with my father, isn't that... my uncle? Die Fei, that's your uncle too?"

Cheng Diefei was stunned for a moment, spit, and his tone was a little anxious: "That's your father, not my father, don't talk nonsense!"

"Why are you blushing?" Liu Mengrui asked.

"I'm... a little hot!" Cheng Diefei quickly changed the subject, "Look, that Qian Erkang doesn't seem to give up yet, I don't know what kind of trick he's going to use..."

……

In the lobby, Qian Erkang took a deep breath and clapped his hands: "Sir's song is really wonderful, and students are like listening to the sky. But..."

Qian Erkang suddenly raised his voice. He glanced at the classmates of the Fuci Club behind him and gritted his teeth. He understood that as soon as he said the next words, he would definitely become the target of public criticism, but as long as he made a contribution to the Compound Ci Club and suppressed the elegant style of this mysterious young man, someone would naturally support him.

Qian Erkang was heartbroken and said, "This song is as Liu Daru commented, and the charm of the poems of the predecessors is often seen. The students dared to think that the elegance of this song is not in the song itself, but in the use of many poems. , contaminated with two or three elegant rhymes. It's not enough to justify the name of the song!"

"Shameless!"

"fart!"

"Turtle son!"

"Damn ass!"

……

One after another, the scolding sounded, and Qian Erkang also went out of his way, with a generous appearance that everyone was drunk and I was awake alone. He glanced at the classmates behind him, and saw the admiration in the other's eyes, and his heart was even more determined.

Chen Luo frowned slightly, he looked at Qian Erkang.

With his face drawn like this, not only did the opponent not surrender, but he dared to fight back at us?

Really, I didn't even give myself the opportunity to return to the light.

Oh you forced me.

Chen Luo stretched out his hand, suppressed the noise in the lobby, and asked, "What do you want?"

Qian Erkang was certain in his heart and said, "In addition to the use of lining words, there is another key point in the distinction between words and music, and that is rhyme."

"Poems are elegant because they have strict requirements on rhyme, and the most taboo of them is heavy rhyme."

"But music is different. There is no taboo on heavy rhyme."

"If you can use the heavy rhyme to make a prime minister's symphony, I, Qian Erkang, swear once again to quit the Fuci Club and become a fan of yaqu in this life!"

Hearing Qian Erkang's words, everyone in the audience who knew a little bit of poetry couldn't help frowning.

The so-called heavy rhyme refers to the repeated use of a word in a poem to rhyme. Before the rise of metrical poetry in the previous dynasties, heavy rhyme was often not taboo in long poems, but in metrical poetry, heavy rhyme is a big taboo. Occasionally, two or three articles are published, and most of them are game works.

Now that Qian Erkang even asked the other party to do heavy rhyme by name, he still had to ask the question of lovesickness. In addition, there is another request that was not spoken, but in the silence, that is, the first two Yaqu Zhuyu are in front, and the other party's third song must not be too different.

It's so deceiving!

"Young Master!" Luo Hongnu, who had been quiet for a while, suddenly spoke up at this moment, and the sound of "Young Master" was as crisp as a ying, causing everyone to look at Luo Hongnu.

Luo Hongnu looked at Chen Luo and gave a slight bow; "Thank you for your maintenance today. Your son has two elegant songs, if Hongnu is a treasure. In the past, if you don't sing Hongnu's songs, you don't have to sing. You don't have to fight against the villain anymore. Gambling, hurting your own talent..."

There was an uproar.

Everyone heard it, it was really too tricky for Qian Erkang to ask the question, and everyone in Luo couldn't bear to lose face to Chen Luo, so they were willing to seal the song and make this trouble.

Chen Luo looked at Luo Hongnu, who had worried eyes, and smiled gently: "It's okay. I haven't heard the wonderful voice of everyone from Luo, how can I say that I won't sing it? I will compose this song and give it to Luo. Everyone, next time we meet, I hope everyone in Luo can sing and listen to me."

After Chen Luo finished speaking, he turned to look at Qian Erkang.

"Chongyun, right? Lovesick, right?"

Chen Luo took a deep breath, and then sighed out, with a tone of three parts sadness and three parts sadness.

"I will never miss love in my life,"

"Only will I miss you,"

"It hurts lovesickness."

"The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like flying fluff, and the breath is like a hairspring."

"There is a lingering fragrance here, and I hope that you will be a wanderer of gold."

"When the proof comes,"

"When exactly?"

"When the lights are half-dark,"

"In the middle of the moon."

When the song was over, the audience fell into a dead silence. This song doesn't need Liu Jingzhuang's comments, and everyone understands what it means.

Since I was born, I didn't know what lovesickness is, and I just understood what lovesickness is, and I have suffered from lovesickness deeply~www.wuxiamtl.com~ My body is like a floating cloud, my heart is like a swirling fluff, and I can't even breathe. There are only strands of hairspring.

There is a trace of fragrance left in the air, my sweetheart, where have you been?

When was the most violent Acacia? It was when the lights were half-dark and half-bright, and the moon was half-bright.

A strong lovesickness was brewing in the Linglong Building. The verses of the predecessors engraved on the walls actually radiated bright golden light, and there seemed to be whispers from the pavilions.

"Poems resonate, lingering voices linger!" The crowd was in an uproar. Such a scene happened 20 years ago. That was when Liu Jingzhuang wrote, "The belt is getting wider and I don't regret it. It makes people haggard for Yixiao." .

"Not only, you smell..." someone reminded.

The person who was reminded gently sniffed, and instantly a fragrance penetrated into the nasal cavity, and the whole person was shocked.

"This is, Ya Yun Piaoxiang?"

"Plain text cannot be transcribed, and only elegant poetry can carry the inner rhythm of poetry and fragrance?"

"The elegance of this song is certified by the Tao of Heaven!"

"Oh my God, the way of Yaqu is open!"

"I thought that Wan Anbo was already considered a gift from heaven, but I didn't expect that there would be someone comparable to him."

……

"Give it to him! Give it all to him! Give him all the four great courtesans!" Han Sanniang was almost mad, roaring in her heart, "Even if he wants an old body, give him the old body too! This song, I must win Linglonglou!"

At this time, no one cared about Qian Erkang, who was like a lost dog, and everyone else looked at Young Master Ruyu.

Luo Hongnu was the first to come back to her senses, blushed slightly, bowed formally, and asked the biggest question in everyone's heart.

"Slave Hongnu, please ask the gentleman's name."

​​