Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the drunken prostitute presented the guqin to him. Everyone moved aside and Zhao Hong sat down behind the qin table.
The seven-string guqin is elegant and dignified, with an antique flavor, but it seems a bit powdery.
What to play?
Zhao Hong put his fingers on the piano and frowned in deep thought.
"Mr. Ji Guo, do you know how to do it? Is this all about love and concubine?"
Yang Yi raised her eyebrows and pressed.
This Duke of Ji Guo is just a dandy. He only plays the melodious music, so what good can it be?
"Mr. Ji Guo, do you have any new songs? Don't show off those old and worn-out songs!"
Wei Jinyu also echoed Yang Yi, wondering if it was a woman singing her husband's footsteps?
Zhao Hong raised his head, looked at the careless Wei Jinyu, and the disdainful Yang Yi, and then looked away.
The person who came here is not kind!
This Yang Yi has skin as white as snow and a graceful figure, but the coldness in his eyes makes people uncomfortable.
He couldn't let these dandy boys be humiliated in front of everyone.
The songs flashed through his mind one by one, and Zhao Hong quickly came up with an idea.
"Mr. Ji Guo, do you know how to play..."
Before Wei Jinyu had finished speaking, the sound of the piano was already playing.
The sound of the piano was crisp, lively and joyful. Everyone was surprised and listened carefully.
It seemed to have a special charm. While everyone was surprised, Zhao Hong started singing along with the sound of the piano.
"A smile from the sea
The tide surges across the Taiwan Strait
Ups and downs, follow the waves, only remember the present moment
The sky is smiling and the world is full of tides
God knows who will lose and who will win.
The country is smiling and the rain is far away
………”
The sound of the piano, the heroic singing, and the pleasure of the world. What Zhao Hong plays seems to be his own life and his own life insights.
His parents were frugal and spent so much money on letting him practice the piano. Was it because they wanted him to play for these guys?
My parents raised me to be such a loser!
Zhao Hong's eyes became wet without realizing it.
There was silence in the entire "Cuiyun Pavilion". Everyone looked at Zhao Hong and listened carefully.
Unconsciously, the entrance and windows of "Cuiyun Pavilion" were filled with spectators who came to listen. Everyone was holding their breath and breathing loudly.
"The laughter in the breeze actually makes me lonely
There is still a night photo left of pride
The common people laugh no longer lonely
The pride is still smiling foolishly
La……"
Zhao Hong collected his emotions and slowly came back, his heart full of pride, and his whole person became heroic.
On weekdays, people are exhausted from the busy schedule and trivial matters, and only in the sound of the piano can they get a moment of peace of mind.
Before the song ended, there was a wave of cheers, accompanied by whistles and strange screams. Zhao Hong, sweating profusely, stood up and saluted the audience.
Playing the piano, like fighting, is a physical job.
"Your Highness's song and words make me full of pride. I really want to stand up and fight fiercely on the battlefield!"
Young Jiang Wanzai's eyes shone, and his excitement was palpable.
"I was a little worried at first, but after listening to His Highness's song, I suddenly became enlightened! Good music, good lyrics!"
Wu Wenying shook her head gently, her eyes dark.
"The lingering sound will not stop for three days! It will not stop for three days!"
Hu Mengyu shook his head in surprise.
Zhao Hong, the Duke of Jiguo, was a high-minded and reclusive man, so no wonder he aroused people's jealousy.
There is still a night photo left of pride!
It can be seen from the words that Zhao Hong's mind is not as broad as usual.
The beauty Yang Yi stared at Zhao Hong with a pair of bright black eyes, her eyes filled with shock.
How did he come up with such generous lyrics and music?
This prodigal, didn’t he plagiarize?
"Your Highness, what is the name of this song of yours?"
Wu Wenying asked loudly while her heart was palpitating.
Why does this song sound so sour?
Is this to persuade him to see all the prosperity and end up being dull?
"Brother Wu, everyone, this song "Swordsman" is to get away from the hustle and bustle, let people be unrestrained and live freely. It will make you laugh."
Amid everyone's astonished gazes, Zhao Hong spoke with a smile on his face.
"Swordsman! It's really a good song. One more song!"
"Your Highness, one more song!"
The audience was not satisfied with their appreciation and shouted one after another.
"Your Highness is tired, please disperse!"
Hu Mengyu quickly came out to rescue Zhao Hong.
"Everyone, please disperse!"
Young Jiang Wanzai also quickly thanked Zhao Hong for his guest.
Zhao Hong was sweating profusely and drunk. He probably didn't have the energy to play anymore.
"Mr. Ji Guo, your "Swordsman" is not plagiarized, is it?"
In the midst of the excitement, Yang Yi said it coldly.
There was silence inside and outside the room, and everyone's eyes were on Zhao Hong and Yang Yi.
"Yang Yi, Miss Yang, what is your intention in slandering Lord Ji Guo like this?"
Hu Mengyu stood up angrily and broke the silence.
"Why, can we no longer doubt whether what Duke Ji Guo did is true or false? Is it plagiarism?"
Wei Jinyu was not polite. After drinking a glass of wine, he stood up and was about to go toe-to-toe with Hu Mengyu.
"Are you doubting this? This is an insult!"
Although Hu Mengyu was a scholar, he had a stubborn personality and was not at all afraid of Wei Jinyu's height and weight.
"Mr. Hu, there is no need for this. I am not afraid of insults."
Zhao Hong took a step forward and pulled Hu Mengyu back.
This upright middle-aged man is not afraid of powerful people, which opened his eyes today.
"Miss Yang, how can I make you believe that I'm not a fool?"
Zhao Hong looked at the indistinguishable androgynous beauty Yang and asked loudly.
Even if he is asked to play another song, he is not afraid.
"If Duke Ji Guo can compose a poem and convince everyone here, we will believe that Duke Ji Guo is not someone who deceives the world and steals his reputation!"
While everyone was looking at him, Yang Yi still had an expression on his face, even a little proud.
"Mr. Ji Guo, as Miss Yang said, if you can write a poem, we will believe that you wrote "Swordsman"!"
Wei Jinyu stood aside and echoed Yang Yi loudly.
"You are composing poems in the hall, do you think His Highness is Cao Zijian? Aren't you trying to make things difficult for His Highness?"
Imperial student Jiang Wanli shook his head and said, I don't know whether he looked down on Zhao Hong's literary talent or complained about Zhao Hong.
"Your Highness, you can ignore them!"
Jiang Wanzai said loudly, very dissatisfied with Yang Yi and Wei Jinyu's tyranny.
If it weren't for Zhen Zhidao, a good-natured person who organized the situation, and Wu Wenying, an upstart in the poetry world, they wouldn't have joined in the fun.
"Your Highness, how about we go?"
Hu Mengyu stood up and was about to leave with a dark face.
This Yang Yi and Wei Jinyu are simply arrogant and unreasonable.
"Your Highness, don't worry. Sit down and drink!"
Zhenzhidao smiled, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
As for Wu Wenying, she sat aside and drank slowly, calmly, as if everything happening around her had nothing to do with him.
"Everyone, please be patient!"
Zhao Hong glanced at the snow-capped Western Mountains outside the window and suddenly had an idea.
"Bring me a pen, I'm going to compose a poem!"
The contempt of these dudes completely aroused the little vanity in his heart.
A dignified graduate of the Normal University, a few poems, lyrics, and poems were not a problem for him.
Everyone was startled. They just recited poems to refuse, so they played the piano. Now they have to dance with words?
Could it be that drunkenness makes people cowardly?
"Bring up the pen and ink quickly!"
Hu Mengyu was startled, then smiled and shouted loudly.
People who can play "a laugh that changes the sea" should have some caves in their chest. And judging from Zhao Hong's posture, he should be confident.
Wu Wenying also stood up and opened his eyes wide.
I hope this prince will not disappoint anyone or damage that wall.
The pen and ink were presented, and Hu Mengyu polished the ink himself. Zhao Hong picked up the pen and started writing on the pink wall with one swipe.
Fortunately, he practiced calligraphy for a few more days when he was at school and teaching, otherwise, today would have been a very embarrassing day.
"The scenery of the North, thousands of miles of ice, looking inside and outside the Great Wall... If you want to compete with God, you must have a clear day...
Cherish the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, who are slightly less talented in literature, and the Tang and Song Dynasties, who are slightly less charming... They are all gone. Let's count the famous figures, but let's look at the present! "
As Hu Mengyu read, his chest felt like a huge blow and he remained motionless.
"...the country is so...so charming, it attracts countless heroes to compete...and bend..."
Zhenzhidao murmured to himself, his lips and body trembling.
The little beauty Yang Yi picked up the pen, ink and paper and started copying. Seeing her fingers trembling slightly, one can imagine the shock inside.
At this time, she couldn't care less whether Zhao Hong was a wolf among perverts or a pervert among wolves.
Everyone in the pavilion was astonished. Everyone looked at the words on the wall and pondered them carefully, mesmerized.
"The profound artistic conception, majestic momentum and broad mind of this poem are even better than Xin Jiaxuan's "Broken Array"!"
Wu Wenying was shocked and praised, shaking his head.
"The Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty were both talented and broad-minded, but the Tang Zong and Song Zu's martial arts skills were not as good as that of a prodigal. How arrogant!"
Wei Jinyu smiled coldly and shook his big head disdainfully.
"I don't know. Is it just a fake thing?"
As he spoke, his eyes looked at Yang Yi from time to time.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Yang Yi sternly scolded Wei Jinyu and continued to observe and experience.
"Your Highness, is the Genghis Khan in this word the Tatar Khan from the northern grasslands?"
Wu Wenying asked curiously.
Does a leader on the grassland deserve to be called a "genius"?
"Brother Wu, don't underestimate this Mongol Khan on the grassland. He has been fighting in the army all his life, and it is difficult to find a defeat. Even the Jin people avoided his edge and moved their capital south."
Zhao Hong shook his head and said, feeling a little worried.
The people of the Song Dynasty had almost no knowledge of the Mongolian army, the strength of the Mongolian army, and no sense of crisis.
It seemed that he had to do something.
Immediately, Zhao Hong shook his head mockingly.
It's better to find a way to pass the test of Shi Miyuan, Queen Yang and others first.
Yang Yi carefully read the copied words several times and shook his head, still looking disdainful.
"I'm going to check it out and see if it was written by a famous person?"
Yang Yi's muttering made Hu Mengyu's anger rise.
"Miss Yang, what you just said doesn't count anymore?"
Yang Yi's face turned red and he was speechless for a moment. Wei Jinyu glared again and started to quarrel.
"So what if it doesn't count? What can you do?"
"Wei Jinyu, are you a gangster?"
Wu Wenying's face was serious and she stood up for Hu Mengyu.
No one can plagiarize this masterpiece except the author himself.
Wei Jinyu wanted to butt the cow, but Yang Yi stopped him.
She herself felt a little guilty and didn't want to be annoying anymore.
"You are all short-sighted and look down on others. I will write another song to open your eyes to ordinary people like you. Don't underestimate the world's heroes!"
After drinking a little too much, Zhao Hong's emotions and anger were ignited by these dudes.
"Your Highness, I will grind the ink for you!"
Hu Mengyu was stunned for a moment, then regained his energy and began to sharpen the ink himself.
Zhao Hong is going to make a bigger move.
Zhao Hong glanced at Wei Jinyu, glanced over Yang Yi's body, snorted coldly, and walked over.
“The world of poetry has been popular for thousands of years,
The soul of the soldiers is gone and the soul of the country is empty.
Focus on military music in Shijiu,
From ancient times to the present, men are free. "
After Zhao Hong finished writing, he felt that the anger and hostility in his chest seemed to have disappeared a lot.
Sad for his misfortune, angry for his inability to fight. The emperor is fatuous, the traitorous prime minister is in power, the military is weak, and the morale of the scholars is flagging...
Is there any way to save the Song Dynasty, where the soul of the country has been completely wiped out and the soul of the country is empty?
It would be foolish of me to talk about patriotism with these dandies.
"The soul of the soldiers is gone and the soul of the country is empty..."
Hu Mengyu's eyes turned red unknowingly.
"Eternal men are free! Zhao Hong, aren't you saying that we don't have a good man in the Song Dynasty?"
It was Wei Jinyu again who spoke angrily.
"Wei Jinyu, shut up you damn naughty thing!"
Zhen Zhidao, who has a weak personality, and Jiang Wanzai, who has an equally gentle personality, shouted angrily almost at the same time.
"Zhenzhidao, you..."
Wei Jinyu's eyes widened, and he was about to get angry. When he saw Yang Yi staring at him coldly, everyone in the room stared at him angrily, and his words were stuck in his throat.
Zhao Hong was talking about the current situation of the Song Dynasty. The scholar community was sluggish and no one in the younger generation was willing to join the army to serve the country. This was the trauma of the Song Dynasty.
If he keeps fooling around, he will probably arouse public outrage.
Among the crowd outside the pavilion, a young woman disguised as a man stopped to listen. She was elegant and luxurious in a green satin dress, which made people's eyes bright.
She looked at the masterpieces on the wall, the music played by Zhao Hong echoed in her mind, and murmured to herself.
"To count the romantic figures, look at the present day... only in the Southern Dynasties can there be such romantic figures!"
Turning his eyes towards Zhao Hong in the pavilion, he had already restored his smile and bowed repeatedly.
"Everyone, I'm too drunk to drink, so I'll take my leave."
"Your Highness, walk slowly!"
Everyone sent each other off one after another, and the woman couldn't help but be stunned. Isn't this the lewd prince?
Does he still have such talent?
Fragrant lyrics and beautiful songs, it seems that he really knows this.
When Zhao Hong came out, everyone was respectful and moved out of the way. The woman in green also wanted to get out of the way, but Zhao Hong saw her at a glance.
"Miss Yan, you are here too!"
When their eyes met, Zhao Hong couldn't help but be startled, and then he cupped his hands.
Seeing that Yan Chun couldn't avoid it, he had no choice but to salute.
"Your Highness, nice to meet you."
"Miss Yan, are you here to see me? What's the problem?"
After drinking too much wine, Zhao Hong felt a little carried away by the beauty.
"Your Highness, I... still have something to do, I'll leave first!"
In full view of everyone, Yan Chun was shy and could not resist, and fled away like flying.
Zhao Hong looked at the people around him, confused.
After talking to Yan Chun for a few words, why do these people look at him like this?
"Your Highness, please teach us how to play this song!"
The singers came up and begged, and they leaned hard against Zhao Hong, licking him hard and pulling him.
"Okay, okay!"
Zhao Hong struggled hard and pushed the singers away, accidentally pushing several people's vital points, making several singers blush with embarrassment.
I wanted to refuse, but it was better to have to agree.
"I'll teach you right away, but you have to have good wine and good food!"
Life as a singer is not easy, and he couldn't bear to refuse.
Seeing Zhao Hong leaving surrounded by the singers, Yang Yi felt inexplicably disappointed.
"This shameless womanizer!"
I am young, beautiful, and talented, but in the eyes of this slutty prince, I am worthless?
"Yang Yi, let's go to the West Lake to enjoy the snow and plum blossoms?"
Wei Jinyu came over to Yang Yi with an apologetic smile on his face.
"What Yang Yi, am I so familiar with you? I won't go!"
Yang Yi shook his head impatiently, lowered his head and left in a hurry, without the arrogance he had just now.
Wei Jinyu looked at the pavilion again. The singers and diners crowded in and began to copy and copy the masterpieces on the wall. Hu Mengyu, Jiang Wanzai and others also left without saying goodbye.
Even his good friend Zhenzhidao left with a dark face and disappeared quickly.
What a wonderful party, and this good-for-nothing loser was all over the place.
