Imperial College's academic qualifications are the ninth grade, the doctor's grade is the eighth grade, and the secretary's degree is the sixth grade.
It stands to reason that this Siye should have seen Zhao Tao in Daqing Hall during the celebration banquet, but he was not in Tokyo at that time. He went to Yingtian Mansion to supervise schools and did not attend the banquet.
However, as a sixth-grade official, I might have seen him from the sidelines, not necessarily directly in front of him, maybe just from the side, or maybe glanced at him from a distance.
This was how Si Ye felt at the moment. He felt that he must have seen this Kuang Sheng somewhere before. He felt a little familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember who it was.
At this time, the writing behind the copy said: "The scholar who came to the stage came and left his name."
Zhao Tong shook his head: "Don't rush to leave your name first, write a poem and then talk about it."
Shubi also heard about writing poems with his feet. Seeing that he refused to record his name, he looked behind him to work.
Si Ye was confused in his mind, so he nodded: "Let him write the poem first!"
Xuezheng on the side immediately whispered: "Si Ye, this is against the rules."
Si Ye frowned and said, "It doesn't matter. He will keep his name if he does well. If he doesn't do well, ask for punishment."
Xuezheng said: "How could this crazy student do such a good job? I think he didn't dare to go on stage at first, but he came up because he didn't want to apologize because of his face. Now it's just pretentious and pretentious."
Si Ye said: "Let's do it first and then talk about it."
After receiving a reply from Shubi, he said to Zhao Tong, "Scholars write poems."
Zhao Tong looked at the audience, and everyone was staring at him. He smiled and said: "There are many Mid-Autumn poems from ancient times, and it is difficult to come up with new ideas. I will write a song today."
As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar, and even the Imperial Doctors on the stage looked at each other in shock.
Na Xue Zheng said: "Qu? How can a tune be elegant? I think this crazy student is just deliberately causing trouble and trying to please the public!"
Si Ye shook his head and said: "Since it is a poetry meeting, music is certainly feasible."
Poetry is actually a general term for a literary genre, and it does not only refer to quatrains, verses, and ancient sayings.
And words, music, short songs, short poems, etc. can all be called poetry.
Therefore, in the Poetry Club, you can not only write about rhythm and music, but also about lyrics and music, and even short essays about parallel four and six figures.
At this time, a scholar in the audience shouted: "Is this brother going to be a ringer or a suite?"
The Reiwa suites are all cantata, without movements or spoken words, and are only used for a cappella singing and chanting.
The order is based on one piece of music as an independent one, and the small order can be combined with the same piece of music to form a large order, which is also called Dai Guoqu.
A suite of songs is a set composed of several different tunes, expressing the same scenery and emotions.
This kind of clear song basically does not go into the theater to sing lyrics. It is different from the big songs in the theater where many brands are strung together to sing about different things.
The number of characters is rarely increased under each song card of Qingqu, and it is mostly based on a fixed character grid.
In addition to the different use of rhymes and words, the phrasing is more popular and straightforward, suitable for both refined and popular tastes, and can be understood more easily, making laughter and cursing smoother.
But it is precisely because Qu's language is simple and straightforward that ordinary people can understand it, so Xuezhengcai's words are not elegant, and he thinks that things that ordinary people can understand are probably not profound.
But from the perspective of circulation, the circulation of a good song in the current world is actually higher than the lyrics.
After all, the lyrics were mostly circulated among the upper-class scholar-bureaucrats, and the number of people was limited, while the songs were more popular in the market, heard by more people, and were easier to understand.
As for Song opera, which was not as popular as Ci in later generations, it was just because Ci was favored in this dynasty and sought after by scholar-bureaucrats, who deliberately distanced themselves from Li Shu.
Just as the Tang Dynasty favored rhythm over ancient poetry, so Tang poetry was not popular in later generations, the same is true for the Yuan Dynasty. The Yuan Dynasty favored music, so Yuan poetry was rare in later generations.
This kind of Qingqu also has a name, and it is often called Sanqu among the people.
Zhao Tong looked at the scholar who was shouting and said with a smile: "Just fill in an order."
The scholar below heard this and applauded, showing that he had a special liking for music.
Yan Shizi and others frowned. As imperial students, they had been studying for more than ten or twenty years. They all knew about Qing opera and had even written it, but no one could write it well.
Just because the song must be understood not only by scholars, but also by ordinary people, and it must be easy to understand. This is really a bit embarrassing for students who spend their whole day writing allusions and articles.
Therefore, the music written is often neither fish nor fowl, with words but not words, music but not music, and a somewhat different feeling.
The scholar below shouted again: "Brother, what brand do you want to make?"
Zhao Tong said: "Just make a winning order."
The scholar's eyes lit up when he heard this and he said hello repeatedly.
It turns out that the song brand of Zhegui Ling evolved from the Tang Ci Pai. It is also known as "The First Branch of Autumn Wind", "Guanghanqiu", "Toad Palace Song", "Tianxiang Yin" and other names. Most of all, it is in conjunction with the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival. None of the tunes are more suitable for Mid-Autumn Festival tunes than this one.
Zhao Tong turned around and glanced at the Taixue officials behind him. He saw that all of them had complicated expressions. He couldn't help but smile and thought to himself, Mr. Yunzhuang, I'm offended.
Then he looked up at the full moon in the night sky and chanted:
Who can grind a flying mirror? It illuminates the universe and seals the mountains and rivers.
The jade dew is cool and clear, washing the autumn sky with silvery waves without waves. There is more light than the clear night, and it does not hinder the whirling of the osmanthus shadow.
I sang a song to ask Chang'e, "How about not getting drunk during the good night?"
In just a few sentences, the Mid-Autumn Festival song was completed, and a dreamlike, half-bold, half-absurd picture emerged in everyone's mind.
You could hear a pin drop on the stage, but the audience was completely silent.
After a long while, Si Ye came back to his senses. He took a long breath and said to himself: "Okay, it's really good. This is the taste. This is how the music should taste!"
All the doctors also came out of the artistic conception of this piece of music, and looked at each other, all of them were shocked. Isn't it true that someone can perform the music to such an extent? Isn't it...
At this moment, they all have an idea in their minds, but no one dares to say it out. If the music can be made like this, wouldn't it be able to compete with the lyrics? Compete!
No one dares to say it, no one wants to admit it in their hearts. After all, poetry is the mainstream nowadays. It was even included in the imperial examinations at one time. All the scholar-bureaucrats wrote lyrics, but how many wrote music? Saying this kind of thing is really offensive to people, especially those who are famous lyricists in the world.
But those few words of music just now pulled them directly into a clear, weird and interesting artistic conception, which made them unable to stop, immersed in their hearts and unwilling to break away, but they couldn't help but want to shout "ok".
At this moment, Si Ye opened his mouth, and a doctor followed him: "It's really a good song. I've never heard it before, but this song can be so beautiful!"
Another doctor twirled his beard and said: "Good music, really good music, common but not vulgar, universally applicable, both refined and popular, appreciated by both refined and popular, this is the real music!"
Some of the Tai students below also started to praise it, especially the scholar who was interested in music before. He smiled happily and shouted to several classmates next to him: "I said the music is not worse than the lyrics, but we can't compose it well." It’s just that, now that this brother can write such a wonderful song, what else can you say?”
Several people around him had obviously argued with him over the lyrics and music, and their faces could not help but turn red at this moment. They were shocked by this song that won the title of Mid-Autumn Festival. However, even if they admitted it in their hearts, they were unwilling to admit defeat. One of them said: "That's it." This is what you, Gao Yan, wrote first. If you can compose a piece of music like this, I will admit that the music is as good as the lyrics."
The scholar surnamed Gao was not annoyed when he heard this and said with a smile: "Zhang Zhongzong, my brother and I are of the same profession, but your words are really sophistical."
The scholar next to him said: "Yanxian, this piece of music is very good, different from the ones that are currently circulating, but this is a piece that fits the occasion, so it can't represent everything, right?"
The scholar surnamed Gao shook his head: "Zhengxing's words are wrong. I believe that brother can not only compose the music for the occasion, but also the other songs."
Another scholar said: "It doesn't matter whether it's appropriate or not. If this brother can make a similar song, I will obey your words!"
The scholar surnamed Gao looked at this man: "Shaoyang, you have to accept it. I think this brother can definitely do it again!"
At this time, Yan Shizi and others next to him all turned pale. The song played by Zhao Tong on the stage had obviously shocked everyone. Even the other Tai students praised it.
And the four imperial students who were always good at criticizing, Gao Deng, Zhang Yuanqian, Xu Kui, and Chen Dong, although they seemed to be arguing, they all admitted that the song was good.
Yan Shizi's voice was a little trembling, and he whispered to the scholar who had a poem on the pillar wall: "My dear friends, this song is very good...but it seems to have nothing to do with the handwriting, right?"
When everyone heard this, they all stared at him and didn't answer. They thought to themselves, if you hadn't caused the trouble, how could Kuang Sheng have come on stage to compose music? Everyone is still happy and proud of their own poems, how can we be in such an embarrassing dilemma like now!
The student on the stage was looking embarrassed. He was naturally a man who had read poetry and books, so how could he not be able to judge the good from the bad? This is a song that will definitely be sung, and there is no doubt that it will be passed down to future generations. This really hurt his face.
But how could he admit that he was wrong? The more he looked at Kuangsheng in front of him, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but say: "I'm afraid this is the only one. Although this song has a wonderful artistic conception and is difficult to find in the world, I want to play it again." It is impossible to write such bold and absurd music, I think this song is not enough to measure the talent of a mad student!"
The meaning of his words is obvious. This song was written by chance. It is impossible to write another song with a similar artistic conception. Therefore, it cannot be concluded about Zhao Tong's talent.
When Si Ye heard this, he said dissatisfiedly: "The article was originally made by nature, but a skillful hand accidentally picked it up. Even if it cannot produce a similar artistic conception, there are still poems that have been passed down to the world as isolated pieces."
The doctor also said: "In the Tang Dynasty, there was a solitary poem about Spring River, Flowers and Moonlight Night. Although this piece is not as good as it is, it is enough to be passed down to the world. Even if this scholar only wrote this piece in his life, he would be envious of us!"
When Xuezheng heard this, he became more and more embarrassed. Although he had been studying for half his life, he knew that no one present, including Si Ye, could write an article that would be handed down for generations.
The literary world at this time was far from the atmosphere where everyone was rampant and the stars were bright and reflected each other as it was when Shenzong arrived at the beginning of the dynasty. Although it cannot be said to be withering, it is not as good as much.
At least their Taixue no longer had Qin Shaoyou who was the kind of person who held the show. The more he thought about it, the more he hated it. He felt more and more that the music in front of him was a fake, so he couldn't help but get up and walk away.
He came to Zhao Tong and said solemnly: "This piece is well done!"
Zhao Tong looked at him and thought that it was more than good. I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to write it even if I gave you a hundred years. He smiled and said, "I've learned Zheng Miao Praise. It's just a piece of work. It's not worth the praise of Xue Zheng."
"You..." Xuezheng choked up after hearing the words, and after a moment he hummed: "I think you can only fill in this one piece of music. I'm afraid it will be difficult to write such an artistic conception. Just now, writing poetry with feet is considered crazy. , how can it count if there is only one piece of music!”
Zhao Tong raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean by learning to be upright?"
Xuezheng sneered and said: "Since you dare to say that you are better at writing poems with your feet than the students below, that piece of music is definitely not enough. You write another Mid-Autumn poem... No, fill in another Mid-Autumn tune, and I will accept it. If you can't explain your arrogant words, you should apologize to the students below!"
Zhao Tong reached out and touched his chin. Is this a lie? He actually has to fill in another song, and it also has to be a Mid-Autumn Festival song. This is obviously making things difficult. I'm afraid that Big Beard Su will be reincarnated and he won't be able to fill it out in a short time. Come on the second one.
It is not easy to write poems and lyrics. Some poets have to polish every word for months or even half a year. Even if they get it occasionally, they can only write one and a half sentences, and some who have never heard of it can write two poems.
Although he didn’t make this song, it’s tiring to carry it, isn’t it? You have to recall and think about it, which is also a waste of your brain.
He said: "What does Xuezheng mean... If I compose another song, Xuezheng will accept my words?"
Xuezheng said: "If you compose another Mid-Autumn Festival song with the same artistic conception, I will recognize the words you wrote with your feet."
Zhao Tong smiled and said: "Do you recognize Xuezheng? Xuezheng is indeed very responsible. I admire him, so I will compose another one. However, what I said before has nothing to do with the scholars in the audience. As long as I compose it, it will be Writing with your feet is better than studying it!"
When he said this, Xuezheng was stunned for a moment, and all the students below were also stunned. Gordon smiled and said: "Wonderful, wonderful, this brother is really a wonderful person!"
Chen Dong also nodded and said: "Although we were not nearby before, we also asked clearly that the words about writing poems with feet were said by this brother of the Xiongtai family, and did not come from the mouth of the Xiongtai family. Learn to correct right and wrong. But I was targeted by this brother."
Gordon said: "In this case, it proves that this brother is not an arrogant person. He is just a talented person and his family wants him to show off. He doesn't want to write poetry, but he is crowded into power by others and scholars."
Chen Dong nodded and said: "That should be the case!"
At this time, the high school student on the stage was looking puzzled. He glanced at the audience and said, "Have you thought about it and can really do it? If you don't do it well, you will leave your name in the school and apologize to everyone!"
Zhao Tong smiled and nodded. Xuezheng felt a little excited when he saw his promise. However, he secretly thought that composing two Mid-Autumn Festival tunes on the spot would have to have the same artistic conception. This was simply impossible. Even a great poet would not be able to do it. Not to mention a young student under twenty years old.
But to be cautious, he still asked: "It must be a fill-in song, no worse than before!"
Zhao Tong said: "Everyone can prove it, how can we lie!"
Xuezheng snorted: "You just keep doing it. If you can do it, I'll take it for granted!"
He is a ninth-grade official, but at this time it is already a dispute between scholars. The official body is not useful, and he can only rely on his writing to speak.
Zhao Tong took two steps forward with his hands behind his back, and then said: "Then let's make one more order, let's make the first...Putianle!"
Putianle, the name of the tune, is also known as "Huangmeiyu". The northern tune belongs to the Zhonglu Palace and the southern tune belongs to the Zhenggong Palace.
It can be used for both large and small orders, Santao and Zaju.
Gordon immediately applauded from the audience: "Brother, you are such a talented person, Putianle also rises to the occasion!"
Taishangye murmured: "Putianle...Mid-Autumn Festival?"
The doctor next to him nodded: "Si Ye is none other than Putianle."
Si Ye thought for a while: "I remember that this order is a common brand."
The doctor said: "This is also used in big songs in plays, but the more it is done, the more difficult it is to do it well, and most of it becomes a common tune."
Si Ye looked at Zhao Tong, thinking slightly.
Zhao Tong thought for a few moments, then slowly chanted:
Luoyang flowers, Liang Yuanyue, good flowers must be bought, and bright moons must be credited.
The flowers leaned against the railings to watch the rotten leaves bloom, and the moon once asked for wine for the reunion night.
The moon waxes and wanes, the flowers blossom and wither, and I think of farewell as the most painful thing in life.
The flowers have faded and spring is almost here. The moon has faded and the Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived. When will people come back after they have gone?
After the song was recited, the stage and the audience fell into silence again.
Suddenly, Si Ye stood up from behind the case and slammed his palm on the table: "What a bright moon!"
It is still the same artistic conception, which is the same as the previous winning order. The doctors on both sides closed their eyes slightly and experienced the artistic conception of the song. Some had a faint smile on their lips, some looked a little melancholy, and some shook their heads as if repeating in a low voice. Quotes.
Xuezheng's face was ashen at this time. He took a few steps back, then stood there in a daze for a long time, lowering his head and not daring to look at the crowd. Then he covered his face with his sleeves and stumbled off the stage, hurriedly all the way. , staggered away.
In front of the audience, Zhao Yan shouted: "Can you all accept it?"
Yan Xuezi and others were stunned on the spot, all looking ashamed. They could neither stand nor walk, with their mouths open, not knowing what to say.
Gordon shouted: "Brother is a talented person, and my younger brother Gordon admires him!"
After that, he bowed deeply.
Zhao Tong returned the favor on the stage.
At this time, Dr. Ming Taixue came over, his eyes were hot and his expression was enthusiastic: "I don't know your name yet, please tell me quickly so I can post it on the post."
Before Zhao Tong could answer, another doctor came up from behind. He pushed away and grabbed Zhao Tong's sleeves and said, "I wonder if you, little friend, would like to come to my university to study? I would like to teach you personally!"
Si Ye stood behind the case and deliberately stepped forward to explain. However, he was an official of the sixth rank and could not be too rude. He coughed and said, "Let this scholar give his name first!"
When the two doctors heard this, they hurriedly urged. Zhao Tong smiled and said, "There is no need to sign up."
The doctor said: "My little friend, how is this possible? How can I post a piece of music on a pillar wall without a name?"
Zhao Tong shook his head: "Doctor, do you think this music is not inferior to the lyrics?"
The doctor hurriedly said: "It's not bad, it's not bad. I think these two songs, little friend, will shock the scholars once they are released, and it won't take long for a music trend to arise!"
Zhao Tong smiled and said, "That's enough!"
After saying that, he jumped off the flower platform and walked towards Zhao Fujin and his brother, and then led the two of them out of the crowd without looking back.
The doctor on the stage looked anxious: "Please leave your name, little friend..."
Zhao Tan wanted to leave his name, but Zhao Yan beside him was unwilling to accept it. After thinking about it, he turned around and shouted: "My second brother is the most talented man in the world!"
The most talented person in the world? Si Ye was stunned for a moment on the stage, and then an idea flashed in his mind, and the familiarity of the figure on the back immediately matched a name.
He trembled all over, and immediately ran to the edge of the stage in three steps and two steps. Looking at the figure that had gone away, he shouted in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, King Qin, Your Highness, King Qin, I'm sorry for being so polite. Please forgive me..."
King Qin? It's the King of Qin!
The students and people in the audience were shocked when they heard this. The person who composed the music on the stage just now was actually the King of Qin, Zhao Tao!
There was a brief silence, and then the sound erupted into a roaring noise, filled with shouts of shock and enthusiasm.
Everyone turned back to look for Zhao Tong, wanting to see King Qin again.
But at this moment, just like the dragon that sees its head but not its tail, Zhao Tong can still be seen...
(End of chapter)
