It didn't take long for Emperor Daojun to abandon his pen and ink, and completed a black and white picture of a tired field at dusk, with the poem "Shang Qiu Xiaoling" on the side.
He also ordered people to get two seals, "Xuanhe Master" and "Yu Shu Zhi Xi", and then sealed them. After blowing them with satisfaction, he ordered people to pick up a silver hook, unfold it and hang it on the gold pillar.
Everyone looked up and felt a "boom" in their minds. The desolate and lonely artistic conception became more clear against the background of the pictures. The poems and pictures seemed to merge into one. Emperor Daojun actually came to the world in a short period of time. Then the artistic conception of autumn on the plug is roughly and clearly described, and the poetry is vividly reflected in the painting.
Everyone was filled with admiration and stood up and shouted "Guan Jia Magic Brush". Even Zhao Tong couldn't help but nod. Emperor Daojun's painting skills had reached an advanced level, and his cultivation of painting skills had reached an indescribable level.
Emperor Daojun stroked his beard proudly and looked at the people below: "This order is so good that he should be the ancestor of Qiu Si!"
The ancestor of Qiusi!
This poem about autumn written by Zhao Yu is called Qiu Si.
Everyone present disagreed, it was a sincere thought in their hearts. Even Zhou Bangyan sighed secretly. This song "Qiu Xiaoling" will definitely be famous in future generations, not to mention the current generation.
In fact, in later generations, Zhou Bangyan's poems have no equal to the wide spread, great influence in the literary world, and high artistic value of "Tian Jing Sha·Qiu Si".
Although Zhou Bangyan's poems were highly praised by later generations, they were not widely spread. For ordinary people who are not good at poetry, probably none of them are familiar.
As for his name, it is not as well-known as Su Dongpo and Li Qingzhao, which are almost universally known to women and children.
The reason is that it is too elaborate, too whitewashed, and too showy, so that ordinary people cannot understand it at all.
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
The falling flower man is independent, and the wisps fly together.
Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank is full of dawn wind and moon.
You will know what these mean as soon as you hear them. The sentences are beautiful, simple and easy to understand, and there are no uncommon words. You can probably recognize them all if you have read a book.
Let’s look at Zhou Bangyan’s words again:
Burn agarwood to relieve the heat.
Sad. Hate piles up. Farewell, Pu lingers back, Tianjin is quiet.
The wind sells the flame wax, the dew blows from the oven, and the flower market lights shine on each other.
Even though the artistic value is extremely high, it is difficult to spread.
Moreover, is art that is far away from the people really still considered art?
The little song "Tianjingsha·Qiu Si", with its straightforward and plain language, vivid and interesting words, and clear rhythm, when combined together seems to be natural, and it will instantly draw people into the artistic conception described in the song.
What you see in poetry, calligraphy and painting is the artistic conception.
The craftsmanship of the knife and carvings are probably not of the highest quality.
Tianjingsha·Qiu Si has been widely circulated, spread far, has a wonderful artistic conception, and is of such high value that it can immediately compete with those ancient terms...
At this moment, Zhao Tong has already met the second terminologist.
Emperor Daojun came up with the topic, and the literary young man rolled his eyes and continued writing about autumn!
Zhao Tong felt that this was really pushing him to death. You can be shameless, but you can't be so shameless, right? Didn't he pick it up at home?
This is really a desperate attempt to suppress him.
The poet who appeared opposite was an official from the Imperial College. He was obviously suppressing a smile and said: "King Qin, I will write a piece of Huanxi Shaqiuhuai."
"Huanxisha" has fewer words. After he finished it, everyone praised it as having more flavor than Chen Sidao's previous work.
Zhao Tong said with a cold face: "The number of words is too few, the work is a failure!"
The official was stunned. Just now you said Guizhixiang had too many words, and now Huanxisha said that there were too few words. It is really shameless to be so capricious.
Officials are so shameless that they make two false inscriptions. You are wrong in using too many words and too few words. It is true that father and son are of the same strain! The official slandered secretly, but with a smile on his face he said: "Please give me some advice from the King of Qin!"
Zhao Tong said: "Let's start to tune Universal Music!"
Putian Le is a complete song, and the musicians over there play drums, silk and bamboo.
Zhao Yanyin said:
No one is too busy to live for. The west wind's stagecoach, the falling moon's book lamp. The road to Shu is difficult in the blue sky, and the red leaves in Wujiang are cold.
The two words of fame and fame are often looked at in the mirror, and people will not be spared the gray-haired stars. Diao Ziling, thinking of the eagle in the season of water shield, laughing at me drifting away.
…
This piece of Autumn Embrace is simple and neat, and still has the inherent flavor of the song. It uses autumn to understand the mood, and it is miserable and helpless to laugh at oneself.
Although it is not as good as the previous Tianjingsha Qiusi, it is still enough to beat the poem opposite.
Emperor Daojun thought about it for a while, and he felt very uncomfortable. This second man had written two Mid-Autumn Festival songs before, and now he has written two Autumn songs. Could it be that this song has become an autumn song?
He doesn't believe it, he absolutely doesn't believe it.
I have always heard that there are not many poems written about autumn in Zaju and Qingqu. They are full of spring, summer, and the hustle and bustle of the world. How many of them write about autumn?
He coughed lightly, picked up the wine glass, covered his face with his sleeves, and said, "Let's use autumn as the title again!"
ah? ! Everyone below was stunned when they heard this. Do you still want to write Qiu?
At this moment, even a flatterer like Wang Fu was speechless. Officials cannot behave like this!
It’s fine to be shameless in secret, not in the open!
Cai You touched his face. This seemed to be a bit much!
Bai Shizhong's eyes shone brightly, thinking to himself that Guan Jia is really a role model for our generation!
Over there, Zhou Bangyan frowned and secretly calculated in his mind that King Qin had composed four autumn songs in a row since he advocated music. If he composed more, it would be five!
Five sons passed the exam? Five Blessings? A poem in five steps? Five Autumn...
For some reason, he had a vague feeling in his heart.
Zhao Tong looked up and saw that Emperor Daojun seemed to be unable to finish a glass of wine. He just covered his face with his robe sleeves and refused to show his expression.
Are you ashamed to meet people? Zhao Tong squinted his eyes and asked three questions in succession. This was unheard of in ancient times! You, old man, have done something that will go down in history again. Even your son-in-law could not have predicted this kind of operation!
The poets across the street don't know what to say at this moment, but they all have autumn poems in mind, but the King of Qin opposite... can they write about autumn again?
A poet will probably never write more than three poems of a certain period in his lifetime.
And if the King of Qin includes the Mid-Autumn Festival songs, he has already written four of them. This is still within a short period of time, and the four are the kind of songs that will become famous today and be passed down to future generations, especially the one with the Qiu Xiaoling in it, it is simply It is a work of God, not only unprecedented, but also unprecedented.
After writing so many autumn songs, can King Qin write about autumn again?
No one believed that Zhao Tong could write Qiu again. Zhao Tong looked at everyone's expressions and knew what they were thinking, so he couldn't help but sneer secretly.
The essence of music is probably in autumn. In fact, the third milestone of poetry culture is autumn in Qing music.
At this time, a lyricist walked out from the opposite side. After the ceremony, he recited the song "Man Ting Fang". This poem also had a lot of words, but his composition was average and not as good as the previous two.
Zhao Tong shook his head and said: "It's a failure! It's a failure!"
The lyricist was naturally dissatisfied. He secretly thought that the King of Qin had already written so many autumn songs. No matter how amazing his talent was, he might not be able to produce a good one, let alone a strong one.
"Please give me some advice from the King of Qin!" the poet said with a smile.
Zhao Tong didn't even look at him and said, "Get the order to win the title of Gui!"
The musician started the tune, and he chanted:
Qingshan was forced to rectify Wusha. Returning wild geese in autumn, weary travelers miss home. The green sleeves are attentive, the gold cups are scattered, and the jade hands are playing the pipa.
When people grow old, their hair turns white in the west wind, and when butterflies come and go, their flowers turn gray. Looking back at the end of the world, there is a ray of setting sun, and the jackdaws are counted.
…
Another autumn song, at this moment the expressions of everyone in the hall changed.
From the two Mid-Autumn Festival songs composed by Zhao Yu at the Taixue Poetry Conference to the three Autumn Thoughts, Autumn Huais, and Autumn Sorrows at this time, there are already five songs related to autumn!
What is this for? Is it going to be a winding road in the fifth autumn?
All the poets were a little frightened, even Zhou Bangyan's expression was extremely solemn.
The Emperor Daojun above finally put down his sleeves and showed his face. He was filled with doubts.
Has this been done? Could it be that the second child has been writing music since he was a child and has been hiding it until now?
What does the second child want to do? Even if you really want to make Qu famous, you don't have to be so deliberate, right?
This is almost crazy, five songs related to autumn in a row! Crazy, really crazy, what is this if not crazy?
"Well..." Emperor Daojun looked at everyone and thought to himself that at this moment, he must not give the second son a chance to breathe. Even if he has been writing music and hiding it since he was a child, how can he write everything? It seems like some unusual questions will be asked.
Emperor Daojun thought of this and said: "The next inscription is... Hangzhou West Lake!"
Write about West Lake!
Zhao Tong grew up in a palace and had only opened a palace for two or three years. He had never been to the south of the Yangtze River, let alone Hangzhou and West Lake.
But those poets are different. They are all scholars. They believe that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. What's more, they are poets who pay most attention to traveling around mountains and rivers and visiting all the famous places.
Not to mention their current age, most of them have been to Hangzhou and West Lake when they were young, to see the osmanthus in three autumns and the lotus flowers ten miles away.
Many people even wrote poems about West Lake in the early years, and they were also circulated for a while.
Writing about the West Lake is even easier for them than writing about the autumn colors.
Zhao Tong looked at the people opposite him, and they all looked at him blankly. No one expected that the official would ask this question. This was obviously a question for free.
And most people know that Zhao Yu has never been to Jiangnan, not even Jiangnan, so how can he write about West Lake in Hangzhou?
Emperor Daojun's idea of subduing the lyrics to the music was clearly exposed at this moment, and everyone knew better.
But only Zhao Tong understands that Emperor Daojun doesn't care about lyrics and music at all. He just wants to suppress his own family. No matter what he does, Emperor Daojun will do the opposite. After all, he has not avenged Fan Lou yet.
Someone came out from the opposite side and imitated Liu Yong's "Looking at the Sea Chao Southeast" and wrote a poem about the West Lake.
Zhao Tong sneered: "Failure!"
Then, with everyone in the palace stunned, he began to compose a West Lake song.
Emperor Daojun rubbed his eyes on it, this is impossible! The second child has never been to Hangzhou, how could he write such a lascivious and extravagant West Lake song? It sounds like he wants to go to Jiangnan!
No, we have to find a way! Emperor Daojun continued to write the topic, this time he had to go further, Guangnan West Road, Nantian Cape, and write about the scenery of Qiongzhou!
Now everyone in the palace was confused. Not only had King Qin not been there, they had not been there either!
That place is a place of relegation. Who can cross the sea and run there if they have nothing to do?
That place is isolated overseas, with one state and three armies, Qiongzhou leads five counties, Changhua army leads three counties, Wan'an army leads two counties, Jiyang army leads three towns, the Hainan area is under the general control, and Guangnan West Road is under the jurisdiction.
Write about the scenery of that place? There may be something interesting about it, but no one has seen it.
But you still have to write it if you haven’t seen it before. Just write it with your scalp, or make it up with your eyes closed.
Anyway, there is a sea. Those who have never seen the sea in the south have always seen the sea in the east. Just fill in a word brand according to the gourd painting.
When someone comes across from you, you don’t have to pick and choose this topic. Just fill it in with whatever word or brand you think of, and that’s it.
After the lyricist who came out finished filling in, Zhao sneered: "What kind of word is this? It's a failure!"
This time, the poet across from me was neither angry nor annoyed. He looked at Zhao Tong and said with a smile: "Xia Guan is really not good at this word. Please ask the King of Qin for advice!"
Zhao Tong began to compose music, and after only thinking for a few breaths, he composed the song "Water Fairy". Emperor Daojun was stunned when he heard this, "What's going on?" How come the dick is so filled up? Is Qiongzhou really what it says in his song?
No, no, he can't have been to Qiongzhou, but I haven't been either. I don't know if what he said in the song is right!
This guy is really disgusting. Isn’t this because he’s cheating on me because I’ve never been to Qiongzhou? This is lying to me!
Emperor Daojun regretted for a moment that he had come up with this topic, and everyone in the palace was also confused. No one had been there, and they guessed that Zhao Tong was probably making it up, but this one was really good, much better than that poet's. Listen. The music is written as if it were from Qiongzhou.
Zhao Tong's face was expressionless. He felt that Emperor Daojun would still make trouble, and he would not give up until he reached the Yellow River.
Sure enough, Emperor Daojun began to ask unpopular questions again. Each question was weirder and more remote than the last. He originally wanted to embarrass Zhao Tong, but in the end, the poet over there couldn't even finish a single line of words after fussing for a long time.
Under Zhao Tong's words of "failure", everyone except Zhou Bangyan took a turn, and all of them failed.
At this time, Emperor Daojun's face turned blue, and Zhou Bangyan sat there silently, not knowing what he was thinking.
Emperor Daojun said: "Zhou Aiqing, it's your turn to take action."
Zhou Bangyan said: "Guan family, I think that one game with the King of Qin is enough."
Emperor Daojun frowned and said, "Only for one round?"
Zhou Bangyan nodded and said: "The King of Qin is extremely talented and quick in thinking. I feel that one game is enough."
Emperor Daojun nodded. He could only agree with what Zhou Bangyan said. After all, it was Zhou Bangyan who proposed this argument about lyrics and music. Since he wanted to decide the outcome in one round, he could only follow his ideas.
Emperor Daojun looked at Zhao Tong again, and Zhao Tong smiled and said: "It doesn't matter whether you are an official or a minister. It all depends on what the Zhou people say."
Emperor Daojun mused: "Since it's a game, I have to think about a topic carefully."
He thought to himself.
Zhou Bangyan is good at romantic lyrics, but this is precisely what Zhao Tong is least good at.
Think about it, this second son has not even married a concubine so far, so how can he be so charming and charming?
That night, Fan Lou originally wanted to seize the oiran, but ended up leaving Zhao Yuannu behind and ran away.
Thinking of this, Emperor Daojun had a score in his mind and said: "This question is about the romantic exile!"
Romantic and unrestrained? Everyone understood Emperor Daojun's intention as soon as he heard this. Although King Qin was known as the most romantic and talented man, in fact he was not romantic at all. In the past, poems and articles almost never had anything to do with it. As for the song "Saurus Love", it was written about lovesickness. It's suffering, but it's not romantic.
Zhao Tong remained silent after hearing the words and lowered his head silently. As expected, he used this topic as the finale to push himself. The last of the three poems he sent to Zhao Yuannu was exactly related to this.
Zhou Bangyan came out and said: "Officials, let me start!"
Emperor Daojun said: "Zhou Aiqing, let's start. I haven't seen Zhou Aiqing write any new words for a long time."
Zhou Bangyan responded, and then said to the musician: "Start the tune, send the candle shadow to shake red!"
There were several different styles of the word Zhu Ying Yao Hong in the past. Zhou Bangyan changed it into a new style, which is considered to be a new creation. When writing this word, Zhou Bang was the standard. Later generations will follow it.
Listening to the sound of music, Zhou Bangyan opened his mouth and chanted:
Her face is evenly red, and her eyebrows are skillfully painted with light makeup. The energy given by the romantic sky is all in Jiao Bo's eyes. It has long been haunting. Go to the front and look at Xiao frequently. I wanted to see each other several times, but it was as if I had not seen each other yet.
The shadow of the candle shakes red, and the late night drink is short in spring. Who would sing about Yangguan at that time? The world is far away from hatred. Zhengnai clouds collect and rain disperses. By the langan, the east wind fills me with tears. After the begonias bloom, when the swallows come, we go deep into the courtyard at dusk.
…
After the song, there was silence in the hall for a moment, and then the sound of applause broke out and lasted for a long time.
Emperor Daojun said: "It should be passed down to future generations, it should be passed down to future generations!"
Even Zhao Tong nodded slightly. This is a good word. The Zhou family is old-hearted. They can still write such romantic words at this age, which shows that the sword is not old.
After a while, everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Tong.
Emperor Daojun said in a playful tone: "Prince Qin, can you fill in the song now?"
Zhao Tong raised his head and smiled: "In the official family, Zhou's family is in front of me. I think the ordinary Xiaoling can't compare. I... fill in a set of songs!"
A suite, also known as a suite, is a set of songs that connects many tunes within the same palace tune to sing a single content. It can describe scenes, express feelings, or tell stories.
He thought for a moment and said: "This suite of music is roughly composed of three tunes, namely Yi Zhihua, Liangzhou, and Jieyin."
After finishing speaking, he asked the young eunuch to send the music score to the musicians. It took a long time for the orchestra to get familiar with it.
Zhao Tong glanced at everyone, with a slight smile on his lips, and chanted:
Climbing out of the wall, flowers bloom, and branches and willows are folded along the road. The flowers climb with tender red pistils, the willows fold with soft green strips, and the prodigal son is romantic. With my hand in breaking willows and climbing flowers, the flowers and willows have been destroyed. He was born breaking willows and climbing flowers, and in this world he was sleeping among flowers and lying on willows.
I am the leader of the world's gentlemen, the leader of the world's prodigal sons. May the beauty remain the same as before, enjoy the flowers and forget your worries in the wine. Dividing tea and bamboo, playing horses and Tibetan lots, mastering the five tones and six rhythms smoothly, is there such idle sorrow in my heart? Accompanied by the female Yin Zheng, she is smiling and leaning against the silver screen in front of the silver platform. Accompanied by the Jade Heavenly Immortal, climbing the Jade Tower with jade hands and jade shoulders. Accompanied by the Golden Hairpin Guest Singing, holding a golden vat full of gold. You talk about my suaveness, endlessly! It occupies the first place in the ostentation and fame, and is more exquisite and clear. I am a handsome man from Jinzhen Huayingdu, and I have traveled around the country.
I played Liang Yuanyue, drank Tokyo wine, admired Luoyang flowers, and climbed Zhangtai willow. I can also play Go, play cuju, play siege, gag, sing and dance, play bombs, swallow, recite poems, and play Shuanglu. You have lost my teeth, crooked my mouth, crippled my legs, and broken my hands. God has given me all these evil symptoms, but I still refuse to give up! Unless the king of hell calls him personally, the gods and ghosts will come and hook him. Three souls returned to the underworld, and seven souls died in the underworld. Oh my gosh! Then don’t go to the fireworks road in the meantime!
…
After singing the song, everyone in the hall.
No matter whether it is Daojun, Emperor, or Wang Fu, Cai You, Bai Shizhong.
It’s still Zhou Bangyan and those poets.
Or eunuchs and silk and bamboo musicians.
Like a wood carving and clay sculpture, he was stunned.
Everyone was dumbfounded!
(End of chapter)
