Emperor Daojun twirled his beard and smiled when he heard this. What question should I give?
He glanced at the people below. Zhou Bangyan would definitely not be the first to write the lyrics. It should be those lyricists from the capital who came first, so the topic should not be too difficult and the difficult questions should be left for later.
He understands Zhou Bangyan's style of poetry. Zhou's poetry is graceful, romantic, and sentimental. Regardless of ancient and modern times, he will not use these for now.
He also understood Zhao Tong's style of poetry. He had read the second son's poems over the years. Most of them boasted heroic sentiments, encouraged ambitions, were heroic, wrote about frontier fortresses, and expressed pathos, but they seldom described scenery.
They are completely two approaches. If we look at the style of writing alone, both have their own merits, but they are completely unrelated.
Zhou Bangyan is less vigorous and vigorous, while Zhao Tao is less tender.
However, in comparison, Zhou Bangyan is more comprehensive. After all, he has been writing various types of poems for decades. Regardless of whether he is good or bad, he can always write them all.
Zhao Tong was different. At least Emperor Daojun had never seen him write poems about scenery. He rarely wrote poems that saddened the Spring and Autumn. As for festivals, those two Mid-Autumn Festival songs were the first.
Thinking of this, Emperor Daojun smiled and said: "I will make a plan to suit the occasion. Now that autumn is deep, I will compose lyrics and music according to the weather."
Composing based on the spirit of the time means writing about autumn. You can write about your mood and feelings, you can write about autumn scenery, you can use autumn chants, but the prerequisite is to describe the scenery.
In Emperor Daojun's mind, this was something Zhao Tong was not good at.
When Zhao Tong heard the words below, he lowered his eyes slightly and revealed a subtle smile at the corner of his mouth.
Sure enough, it was targeted based on the title.
But this was all within his expectation. Emperor Daojun would ask questions that he rarely did, thinking that he was not good at them.
He usually writes less scenes, less emotion, and more bold and unrestrained insights. Taojun and emperors will follow this approach and write in reverse.
Coupled with the fact that Zhou Bangyan would not take the first step, but would let those poets test it out, then Emperor Daojun would not ask too difficult questions, and they would most likely be questions that suit the time.
When should you be angry? Of course it’s autumn!
He sent a total of three pieces of music to Zhao Yuannu, the first of which was about autumn.
Zhou Bangyan and others said together: "I obey the order."
Zhao Tong also said: "I accept the decree."
This is a wheel battle, not one or a few songs that determine victory or defeat.
When someone from the opposite side comes up to write a poem, he responds here, and then the next person comes up for the next question. He can even start over after one round, until one party can't take the answer.
But he has no one, and he can't find anyone to help him charge into the battle. After all, the music has just come out, and there are only a few good ones. It is probably only in the Gyeonggi area and is in full swing. If he goes to the border areas such as the northwestern part of Guangdong and Guangxi, I'm afraid the music will still be unresolved. Not disseminated.
At this time, not to mention that there were no factions related to Qingqu, even the general outline of the path to be taken had not been formed.
Zhao Tong wants to pave a way for Qing opera tonight, so that people all over the world who are learning to compose music can have an example, so that they will not go astray and write the kind of music that has no words, no music, and no meaning. The text comes out.
At this time he said: "Official, I feel something is wrong."
Emperor Daojun said: "If the King of Qin has anything to say, just say it."
Zhao Tong looked at the person opposite and said, "I feel that since the official proposes the question and the other party answers the question alone, if my music completely overwhelms the other party's lyrics, then the person who responds will no longer be qualified to appear on the stage!"
What he said was very simple. If the other party loses a question, don't come out and embarrass yourself. Even if the other party still has something in mind, he is not qualified to come out and deal with him again.
Emperor Daojun was stunned when he heard the words above. There was nothing wrong with what he said. After all, there was only one person on Zhao Tong's side, and there were more than a dozen on the other side. Even if he lost, don't show up.
But today he had to use this dispute over lyrics and music to suppress his second son. He couldn't let go of any favorable opportunity, but he was a little hesitant.
Zhao Tong added: "Although the official family is fair and the ministers also invited people, I did not invite them. But even so, if the poet opposite has lost and still comes on the stage, I am afraid that if the word about the banquet tonight is spread, he will be criticized by scholars." It’s a joke, not to mention... it’s also damaging to the reputation of these lyricists!”
Emperor Daojun glanced at Zhou Bangyan and others: "This..."
Zhao Tong smiled and said: "If the official thinks that outsiders will not look down upon today's dinner, the poet opposite does not care about the reputation accumulated over the years, and the Zhou people are not afraid of losing their security in the evening, then it is pointless for me."
Emperor Daojun's face immediately darkened. The old man's words were high-sounding, but he was hiding something behind the scenes and started to fight back.
It's just that this matter is indeed as he said. It is not that glorious. If it spreads, it will cause some loss of identity and dignity.
Zhou Bangyan's face was not good-looking either. He originally wanted to argue with Zhao Yu alone this time when he returned to the capital. Unexpectedly, Emperor Daojun actually called other poets together. He had no choice but to object. At this moment, Zhao Yu pointed out directly, which was a bit embarrassing. Embarrassing.
He was also a frivolous person. He recalled that during the Shenzong Dynasty, when Wang Daxiangong's reform began, he regarded the world's scholars as nothing, wrote the "Biandu Fu" of more than 7,000 words, and dedicated it to Emperor Shenzong.
Emperor Shenzong held this work in his hands, which praised the prosperous times and eulogized the reform. He read it for a long time but could not finish it because he used many ancient and strange words in the article, which Emperor Shenzong did not recognize.
Even if Li Qingchen, the minister Zuocheng who "learned to read at the age of seven and recited thousands of words a day" was summoned and asked Li Qingchen to read aloud in the palace, Li Qingchen still didn't know many words. Fortunately, Li's brain was quick enough, so he "spoke more in sidelines". Of".
Later, Emperor Shenzong met with him in person at the Zhengshi Hall and appointed him as the Imperial College Principal. In this way, he directly transformed from a Taixue student to an official in charge of the Imperial College.
Since then, Zhou Bangyan's reputation has spread far and wide, and he has risen from the literary world. When many poets gradually died of old age, he began to become famous all over the world. By this time, he was firmly seated as the first contemporary poet, among Daojun In the emperor's dynasty, no one can control him.
What an honor, what a splendor, and now I have to deal with a young person with a group of people.
This is something Zhou Bangyan disdains. Not to mention his current status as a poet, even if he did not have such status in the literary world, he would never have done such a thing.
But! The dispute over lyrics and music is a big deal, and it already involves cultural traditions!
So, he endured it! But Zhao Tong's words made him break through the defense directly. Yes, Wen Tong is Wen Tong, Wen Tong is not his alone, but Wan Jie is his own. Compared with the two... it seems that Wan Jie is more important. Bar!
Emperor Daojun had not spoken at this time. Zhou Bangyan turned around and looked at everyone. Everyone looked ashamed and nodded lightly.
He said seriously: "Officials, I'll just do what King Qin said."
When Emperor Daojun heard this, he glanced at Zhao Tong and saw that he looked calm and composed. He felt angry and said, "Although what King Qin said has some truth, it cannot be followed. Zhou Aiqing should not be included in this list. King Qin must also make a decision." It’s far better than the lyricist’s music!”
Zhao Tong nodded: "The officials are wise, and the Zhou people are naturally not among them."
Emperor Daojun said calmly: "Let's get started." After speaking, he leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes slightly.
Opposite Zhou Bangyan said: "King Qin invites you first!"
Zhao Tong shook his head: "There are many of you, so you come first. I have to think about it for a while!"
Zhou Bangyan nodded and looked behind him. At this moment, many poets were indignant and eager to try.
This word related to autumn is actually unusual, and it is autumn at this moment. Not only Zhao Tong expected this question to come up, but many of them also guessed it.
This kind of timely words are usually in stock, and the topic they refer to impromptu needs to be pondered on the spot. Several people immediately indicated that they wanted to appear.
Zhou Bangyan glanced at one of the poets named Chen Sidao and nodded.
Chen Sidao immediately stood up and came to the court and saluted Emperor Daojun: "Official, I have shown my shame."
He was an official of the fifth rank, so his etiquette was naturally sufficient. He was polite to Zhao Tao, Wang Fu and others, and then he wrote a poem about "Guizhi Xiang".
The word brand is fragrant with cinnamon branches, which is very suitable for the occasion. It has one hundred and one words in two tones.
Guizhixiang is also known as Shulian Danyue, which is generally based on Wang Anshi's "Jinling Nostalgia" as the main body, but there are several variations. This one is filled by Chen Sidao in the main body.
He had the manuscript in mind, so he asked the musicians next to him to directly start the tune and then recite it.
This is a poem about the joy of approaching autumn. Seeing the sadness of autumn, recalling the past, and thinking about the future, the description of the scene is exquisite, neat and rigorous.
After he finished speaking, everyone couldn't help but applaud, and Daojun and Emperor also nodded slightly.
Zhao Tong sneered and said: "The one-hundred-and-one-word "Guizhixiang" has been written by Vice Lang Chen for many years. Could it be that he thinks that the more words, the better?"
Chen Sidao was a member of the Taipu Temple, Wai Lang. Yuan Wai Lang was from the fifth rank, referred to as Wai Lang or Yuan Wai, and was commonly known as Fu Lang.
He frowned when he heard Zhao Tong's words. The number of words in Guizhixiang was actually not that many, but the most moderate one.
It has a few more words than Xijiangyue, Yujiaao, etc., and compared with big names like Qi Shi and Liuzhou Getou, it has a lot less characters.
So this is clearly the king of Qin deliberately looking for trouble. Nian Nujiao also has these words. There are many people who have done it, and I haven't heard anyone say more words.
He was about to retort when he heard Zhao Tong say again: "It's okay if there are too many words. The content is empty and meaningless. The whole article is useless and useless. It's a failure!"
"Ah!" Chen Sidao's blood surged up when he heard this, and his head felt dizzy.
The people at this banquet are not ordinary people, and the words spoken are not the jokes and quarrels in the market. The emperor of the dynasty is here, the young prime minister, the deputy prime minister, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, and the top literati of the Song Dynasty. Every word can affect countless storms. Control the movements of the world.
Most of the famous poets in the Song Dynasty also came, at least almost all of them from the Gyeonggi area, and they were all watching. King Qin was one of the leaders of the literary world. If this "failure" was spread, how could he have the face to be seen by others? ? His reputation as a scholar will definitely be greatly damaged, and even... his posthumous reputation will also be affected.
He looked at Zhao Tong, his face pale: "His Royal Highness King Qin, you..."
Zhao Tongxin said, "Who asked you to stand out first? You can't blame me. Besides, the writing of this word is indeed very ordinary, and it cannot be said to be a masterpiece."
Zhou Bangyan couldn't help but said: "The King of Qin belittles this poem so much. I wonder what his masterpiece is?"
Zhao Tong stood up slowly, walked to the ground with his hands behind his hands, and said with a smile: "With Ji Qiu as the introduction, why use more than a hundred words? A small order is enough."
Chen Sidao heard this and said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Ling? I don't believe that King Qin's simple song and Xiao Ling can overwhelm the official's words!"
Zhao Tong glanced at him and said with a smile: "I didn't believe it at first. After all, there are very few words in Xiaoling, and some of them are monotonous and indifferent, which makes me weak in terms of momentum. But after hearing Vice Lang Chen's words, But I think Xiao Ling is enough!"
Chen Sidao took two steps back, and a young eunuch next to him hurriedly supported him: "I still don't believe it, I don't believe it!"
Zhao Tong said: "Yesterday I had nothing to do. Feeling the sadness of autumn and the gradual decline of all things, I made a song sign to play with. It is a sign of Xiaoling."
For literati, it is not uncommon to create original Ci Pai and Qu Pai. Many of Liu Yong's Ci Pai are his own creations, especially the Ci Pai of "Qi Shi", which has the second largest number of words in the history of Ci, and is divided into three sections. , a total of 212 words.
Words such as Yu Lin Ling, Wang Hai Chao, Die Lian Hua, and Mi Shen Yin were all created by Liu Yong and were not inherited from the Jin and Tang Dynasties.
It is not uncommon for poets to create their own brands of poetry. Zhou Bangyan also had his own brand of poetry, and so did Li Qingzhao. Everyone in the field of poetry has the ability to create their own brand of poetry. However, the music and sounds involved in a poetry brand are extremely complex and cannot be created at will. .
Everyone present was not surprised when they heard that Zhao Tan had created Qu Pai. With Zhao Tan's talent and knowledge, it would be strange if there were not a few self-made brands.
It's just that... I said that I wanted to create a brand yesterday when I had nothing to do, and I can fill it out today. Are you serious?
Even if Liu Yongtian is a genius, the Prime Minister of Ci, and has created many Ci poems in his life, he has never heard of them being completed in one day, right?
Everyone looked at each other. The sign was made on this day. Wasn't it used to humiliate the poets present?
Emperor Daojun looked a little unhappy: "King Qin, what brand do you make?"
Zhao Tong said: "When I returned to my official home, I thought of my trip to Longyou to raise horses. I lamented the desolation of the western frontier, the high sky and light clouds, the vast land and few people. It was even more lonely and ownerless in the autumn, so I felt this and built it. This card.”
"This card is called..." At this point, he paused.
"It's called Saishangqiu, also known as Tianjingsha!"
"This little order is written in Shangqiu, with a single sentence, five sentences, and a total of twenty-eight characters!"
Stuffing autumn? Alone? Five sentences with only twenty-eight words?
Emperor Daojun frowned, and everyone below also had different expressions.
The number of words is really too small, and it is monotonous and monotonous. It is only twenty-eight words. If it is just to express my mood and hurt the past and the present, it is still barely enough.
It's just that the name of this card is Sai Shangqiu, which needs to be described with scenery, not to mention the word "Sai Shang", which also needs to convey the mood.
Twenty-eight words, is it really enough?
Emperor Daojun took a deep breath. As expected, this guy was still doing what he had been doing before, coming up with things that seemed bold and rough, but actually disrupted people's hearts.
It's just that he is not good at describing scenes. The word card he created on this day only has twenty-eight characters, and I am afraid it will be difficult to fill it in completely.
No matter how much Emperor Daojun thought about it, he thought it was impossible and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
Zhou Bangyan looked even more confused, then smiled slightly.
Many of the poets behind him were like him. After being surprised, they couldn't help but feel a little teased.
Over there, Bai Shizhong was the most knowledgeable person. Wang Fu and Cai You both looked inquiringly. Bai Shizhong shook his head without revealing anything, and the two of them started to smile.
Chen Sidao looked at Zhao Tong with wide eyes at this time: "King Qin... is he going to fill this wall for the autumn season?"
Zhao Tong nodded and said, "That's right. Vice Lang Chen, do you have anything to say?"
Chen Sidao shook his head and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He felt that he had been too nervous just now. Even if this twenty-eight-character order could really surpass what he had written, if he wanted to reach the level of crushing, I'm afraid it would be too much. Idiot's dream.
His face recovered a little, and his legs and feet became stable. He pushed away the young eunuch who was supporting him and smiled: "I would also like to ask the King of Qin to tell you a song. I am all ears!"
Zhao Tong smiled, stretched out his hand to call the musician, and handed over a piece of music score. After a while, he tried it over, and Zhao Tong nodded: "Start the tune to plug the autumn!"
When the strings and bamboos were played, a bleak and lonely music suddenly filled the entire hall, instantly pulling everyone into a sad, lonely and melancholy mood.
Zhao Tong walked a few steps toward the outside of the hall with his hands behind his hands, and then slowly spoke:
Withered vines and old trees, dim crows,
Small bridges and flowing water, people’s homes,
The ancient road has a westerly wind and a thin horse.
The sun sets in the west,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
…
The twenty-eight-character Qiu Xiaoling was written on the plug, and slowly fell with the sound of lonely music.
The expressions of everyone in the hall changed in an instant. Even the little eunuch who was serving the wine stopped, as if he had fallen into a strange artistic conception, cold and absurd, alienated and lonely.
Under the sunset of late autumn, a picture of the world being dim and lonely, depressed, tired and melancholy unfolds in front of everyone.
There was no sound in the hall, and everyone fell into that lonely mood. In the past, I didn't know what the music was, but now I heard the person in the music for the first time.
After a long time, a soft "click" sound broke the peace in the hall.
The wine pot in the young eunuch's hand fell to the ground, and he remained motionless. It wasn't that he couldn't hold the pot, but after listening to this song, he thought of his hometown. Not far from his home, there was a small bridge with flowing water, and the sunset , there are old tree crows in the dim field.
Everyone was pulled back by the sound, and Zhou Bangyan's body trembled. The words in this song were without any refinement. They were ordinary and completely different from his exquisite and luxurious words that looked like gold and jade, but they seemed to have a magical power. , directly pulls people into the curved state, and they cannot extricate themselves for a long time.
"Okay, that's great..." I don't know who muttered in a low voice, and then more and more sounds gradually came out of the hall.
The expressions of those poets kept changing, most of their eyes were blank, their lips were trembling slightly, they wanted to say something but couldn't say it out, they wanted to praise but didn't dare to speak, they felt so uncomfortable in their hearts that they felt like they were suffocating.
Chen Sidao stood aside, as if he was dumbfounded. The lyrics of the twenty-eight-character song were simple and ordinary, but these simple and ordinary words, combined together, directly crushed his poem to pieces.
No, all the words he had written in his life were crushed to pieces. All the words he had written in his life put together were not as good as this twenty-eight-character song. He lost. Under this song, not only did he lose his voice today, If you lose the competition, you will lose everything before and in the future.
He stumbled back to his seat, sat down blankly, then fumbled, grabbed the wine bottle, and poured it down his throat...
In front, Emperor Daojun shouted excitedly: "Come here, write and ink quickly, I want to draw the artistic conception of this song!"
(End of chapter)
