Next, Han Du taught Xiangxue word for word.
Xiangxue was very familiar with this, and after Han Du corrected her several times, she was able to sing the lyrics smoothly. After a few more contacts, Xiangxue learned it completely.
Once again on stage, Xiangxue shocked everyone's ears with the lyrics written by Han Du. The language of this song is very simple, but it is catchy when sung. In addition, there are some naughty sounds in the tune, which complement Xiangxue's quirky personality.
When countless people listen to it in an instant, it feels like being scratched by countless kitten paws. But after listening to it, they always feel empty in their hearts, as if they have lost something. People couldn't help but want to go back and listen to it again, but even after they finished listening to it, in addition to being more itchy in their hearts, they felt even more empty.
In this way, it almost formed a vicious circle, making these people unable to stop lusting after Xiangxue.
And Jiaofangsi also took advantage of this trend to return to its peak in just a few days. It was so crowded that once again, reservations were required to enter the opera house.
Han Du was sitting behind the table. Nanny Li clasped her hands and bowed slightly, standing respectfully in front of Han Du with Xiangxue.
Han Du took a deep breath and said with a smile: "I'll help you this time, but you have to find a way on your own. You can't ask me to do it every time, right?"
Aunt Li smiled bitterly when she heard this, "Master Hou, it's not that my subordinates are not dedicated, it's really that I can't find anyone as talented as Master Hou. Just write something casually and people can spread the word to each other."
Han Du also realized that what Nanny Li said was reasonable. After all, people like Liu Sanbian are rare. But after all, I was once a dignified Marquis of Zhenhai, and now I am also a prince-in-law. I can't indulge in Jiaofangsi and write lyrics for them in the future, right?
Suddenly, Han Du thought of a group of people, touched his chin and said, "I think you can find it among the storytellers. By the way, those storytellers are still receiving money from the Jiaofang Division, right?"
"The leader." Nanny Li nodded quickly, "Ever since the Marquis ordered to give them money, the subordinates have not stopped. It is only a few dozen dollars a month. For the Jiaofang Secretary to bear Get up."
Han Du immediately sat up straight and gestured and said: "Then tell them that if you want them to write lyrics, they should write about things that people like to hear about, such as romance, scholar lady, and gold list titles. When you issue a reward, you can't always do it ten times, ten times. It doesn’t matter, but as long as they write well, I’ll give them enough remuneration, no cap!”
This is the method Han Du came up with. Since the quality is not enough, use quantity to make up for it. There may not be any amazing masterpieces at first, but practice makes perfect when it comes to writing lyrics. As long as they write more, they will always write surprising masterpieces.
"Is this okay?" Grandma Li was a little undecided.
Xiangxue on the side immediately advised: "Oh, mama, just listen to the Marquis. When has the Marquis ever made a miscalculation? Besides, now that we have the lyrics provided by the Marquis, we can survive for a while no matter what. Maybe something good will appear during this period?"
As soon as the words came out, Xiangxue immediately realized that there was something wrong with these words. He quickly added, "Of course, he can't be better than the Marquis."
Ever since the libretto written by Han Du was sung, people in the four famous houses were filled with hatred. They immediately began to send people to sneak into the Jiaofang Division, hoping to get the music score.
But after suffering a big loss from them, Grandma Li had already prepared for their move in advance. After being unable to get the music score, people from the Four Famous Houses simply sent musicians into the opera house to listen to Xiangxue's singing and dancing in person, hoping to forcefully write down the music score from memory.
Not to mention, although this method is a bit clumsy, it is indeed effective. It was impossible for Grandma Li to guard against it, and the music score was actually taken over by the four famous houses.
Upon learning this, Grandma Li was so angry that she beat her chest and cursed the people of the Four Famous Buildings for being shameless. But since Jiaofangsi was taken over by Han Du, the four famous buildings were overwhelmed. Now that we finally have a way to deal with Jiaofangsi, how can the people in the four famous buildings care about Grandma Li's abuse?
On the contrary, the louder she scolded, the happier the people in the Four Famous Buildings became, and they felt proud instead of ashamed.
However, after people from the four famous houses started singing this song, they realized that things were not as simple as they thought. This song originally has a cheerful and playful style, and when paired with Xiangxue's quirky spirit, it complements each other perfectly.
Although the people from the Four Famous Buildings have a song, where can they find someone with such an eccentric personality as Xiangxue? If no one’s personality matches the music, no matter how hard you sing, it will always feel out of place.
The quality suddenly dropped a lot compared to Jiaofangsi. Although it was able to attract some people for the time being, when these people discovered that there was a huge gap between listening to music in the four famous buildings and Jiaofangsi. So I would rather spend a lot of money to go back to Jiaofang to listen to music.
After getting the news, Grandma Li was extremely proud. At the same time, she also started to deal with the matter of offering a reward to the storyteller for lyrics.
Those storytellers are soft-spoken and short-handed. They have always been holding Jiaofangsi's money, but they have not been allowed to do much. Storytellers also have a sense of shame, so getting money for nothing makes them feel a little embarrassed.
Well now, Jiaofangsi wants to sing the lyrics, and he still spends a lot of money to offer a reward, so what else is there to say? Naturally, I spared no effort in writing lyrics to support Jiaofangsi.
It is not only not a shameful thing for a scholar to write lyrics for Jiaofangsi, but it is also a story about a talented man and a beautiful woman that people talk about.
Thinking back then, didn't Liu Sanbian become famous all over the world with a poem he wrote for the Qing emperor?
If one of the tiles and railings of the singing house, prostitute building, some beautiful silk and bamboo orchestral music, and the passionate and graceful woman can win the favor of the masters of the Jiaofangsi with one poem, they will not only gain fame and wealth, but also be drunk in the lap of a beautiful woman.
New words are like huge rocks thrown into the middle of a lake, setting off layers of waves.
Especially for Yao Yue, Han Du's poem seemed to have been cast into her heart. Perhaps in the eyes of others, this poem was written by Han Du to Xiangxue, and maybe even Xiangxue thought so.
But only Yao Yue knew that this poem was actually written by Han Du to her. After all, although Xiangxue is quirky enough, she is still far from being able to close the innocence in the lyrics. If she were to perform this poem, it would be unparalleled in heaven and unparalleled in the world.
However, Yao Yue can't act. Even if she wants to act, it will be for Han Du alone.
Just when folk rumors were abuzz, Han Du returned home but was met with a blank stare by An Qing.
"Hey, our romantic talent is back?"
Han Du stepped forward with a smile, "You say I am a genius and I admit it, but why do I always feel that you are telling a truth?"
An Qing glared at Han Du fiercely and said through gritted teeth: "What's wrong with my words? Some people even think that there are words in their words. Hide everything you want to say but don't dare to say into words and see what you can do." Do you think that no one else can hear it?"
"I, I was wronged..." Han Du shouted hurriedly, "What am I hiding? I can sit up straight. What am I hiding?"
However, An Qing chuckled and waved his hand to interrupt Han Du, "You don't need to explain to me. Why don't you go explain to your father?"
"Explain to father, what did you say?" Han Du laughed dryly, and his momentum weakened instantly. I want to say a few nice words to stop Anqing from complaining in front of Lao Zhu.
An Qing's eyes widened, as if he were laughing at Han Du's joke, and he raised his hand and pointed to the side.
Only then did Han Du realize that he had not noticed the eunuch behind the door when he entered.
"The emperor has a decree to summon the prince consort to the palace to meet the emperor." The eunuch bowed with a smile.
Han Du suddenly turned around and looked at An Qing blankly.
An Qing saw that Han Du seemed to have misunderstood, and immediately glared at him hatefully. Said: "How do you think I know this? If my father hadn't sent someone to tell me, I would have been kept in the dark by you."
Han Du shook his head dumbfounded and sighed: "I told you, it's really not what you think."
Before An Qing could speak, the eunuch on the side made a gesture of invitation, "Your Majesty, it's better to leave as soon as possible. Don't keep the emperor waiting."
Han Du had no choice but to follow the eunuch into the palace. It is said that since Lao Zhu took away his title, he has deliberately avoided himself, wishing that he would not ask for an audience. But now it's the other way around. Lao Zhu summoned him again and again because he was dissatisfied with himself.
Han Du felt that his title seemed to be getting further and further away from him.
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After entering the palace, Han Du met Lao Zhu in Qianqing Palace.
"Your Majesty, Han Du, pays homage to the Emperor. Long live the Emperor, long live the Emperor..."
Lao Zhu glanced at Han Du who was kneeling on the ground, but did not ask him to get up.
After deliberately ignoring Han Du for a moment, he asked slowly and leisurely: "I heard that you went to the Jiaofang Division?"
"Yes." Han Du had no choice but to kneel on the ground, straighten up and reply to Lao Zhu.
"What are you going to do?" Lao Zhu didn't even raise his eyes.
"Back to the emperor, there is a problem with the operation of the Jiaofang Division and the income has been reduced. I will go and see what is going on." Han Du said clearly without saying a word.
Lao Zhu knew what happened next better than Han Du, so there was no need for Han Du to explain it again. Then he threw the book on the imperial desk and stared at Han Du with both eyes. He asked in a deep voice: "Is this true? But how did I hear that you wrote the lyrics specifically for that singer?"
Han Du looked up at Lao Zhu and replied with a clear conscience: "I wrote it for the Jiaofang Division, not for the singer."
I didn't write it for Xiangxue in the first place. Even when facing Lao Zhu, I was able to answer frankly.
Lao Zhu stared at Han Du, then withdrew his gaze after a moment and said, "Get up."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Han Du replied seriously. The expression on his face was neither happy nor sad, but he was relieved in his heart that he had passed the test!
