The lyrics are good, the music is good, and the singing is even better!
Zhao Mengqi was the first to applaud, and after waking up everyone, there was a wave of applause.
Even Zhao Hui didn't say anything weird and clapped her hands.
Zhao Han put her head on Zhao Mengqi's shoulder, "Fourth brother, this sister is also very good. Take her back and be my sister-in-law."
Zhao Mengqi laughed and pinched her little face, "You little traitor, Ruo Chubai has been so good to you."
"Yeah... the pig is tempting Shi Mo." Zhao Han was pinched so hard that he couldn't speak clearly. After breaking away, he continued, "Of course Sister Wanwan is the best, no one can compare with her, but she only has one belly, not much. Sister-in-law, how can you give me more nieces and nephews to play with?"
Good guy, I gave birth to children as toy pets for you...
Zhao Mengqi was completely dumbfounded, "Aren't your cats and dogs enough for you to play with?"
"They can't talk. Little Hei is stupid, Little White is too naughty, and Little Turtle keeps his head curled up all day long..." Zhao Han said confidently.
Immediately, Zhao Fei rolled her eyes and came closer, "Jian Niang, do you still remember the zoo that fourth brother said? If you can really build one, you can raise some of anything. It will definitely be fun."
Zhao Yan's eyes lit up and he said happily, "Yes, yes, the zoo! The zoo!"
"It's a pity that I have no money. My fourth brother took it all away, so I can't build it..." Zhao Fei looked regretful.
Zhao Jian was confused and said, "Ah... Fourth brother, then please return the money to Fifth Sister."
Glancing at Zhao Fei slightly, Zhao Mengqi tapped Zhao Fei's forehead and said, "Don't listen to your fifth sister's deception. Even if you give her back the little money she has, it won't be enough to build a zoo. At most, you can build a pig farm..."
"Then... Then Fourth Brother, you can build it. You have more money, okay, okay..."
Zhao Han held her brother's arm and shook it, shake it.
"Okay, okay, build it! Build it! Build it another day."
Zhao Mengqi had no choice but to get himself involved again.
Zhao Feng wanted the zoo because she wanted to be a "female version of Darwin", while Zhao Fang just did it for fun.
In fact, there is nothing wrong with building one. This thing is not unique to later generations. Royal gardens of past dynasties have kept many rare birds and animals for viewing and entertainment, but they are not open to ordinary people.
Before the Song Dynasty moved south, especially during the reign of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, who had the most fun, in order to reflect the prosperity of Yuda, the royal gardens were often opened to the common people, including the Yujin Garden, which housed a large number of rare birds and animals.
After crossing south, although the gardens were still built, they were no longer so extravagant and high-profile. On the one hand, the national power weakened, and on the other hand, it was easy to attract criticism from literati.
Therefore, if Zhao Mengqi dares to create one, he will definitely be criticized and reviled by others. He will probably be as "notorious" as Zhengde who built the Leopard House.
Well, anyway, I have already done a lot of things to make people scold and hate me, and there will be more in the future, no less than one or two.
Zhao Mengqi thought about it for a while and finally decided to get one.
It's not just to fulfill his sister's wish, he also has other plans, because what he built must be a real zoo open to the public.
In this way, it can not only enrich people's entertainment, but also open their horizons and increase their knowledge. It can also promote the biological research of the Song Dynasty and their understanding of the world. After all, curiosity can also encourage people to make progress.
Just like the great geographical discoveries made due to Columbus's exploration, which in turn set off the Age of Discovery.
While the three brothers and sisters were muttering, the people in the audience kept bragging about Tang An'an's beauty, praising Zhou Mi's talent, and even praised the new poem to the sky, as if it was the most amazing thing in the world.
There is no way, the people of the Song Dynasty are like this. They pursue talents, culture, and Donghuamen's roll call. They are especially fond of the soft, beautiful, sad and gorgeous poems.
After Tang Anan thanked him for a while, the excitement in the audience subsided, and everyone became more emotionally involved in composing lyrics.
The three leaders stood together, and Yan Ran'er couldn't hide her jealousy. "You can meet great talents so easily. Sister Tang is really lucky..."
After hearing this sour
As he spoke, Tang Anan kept his eyes straight, but said, "Wouldn't it be better for you to win the favor of King Yan? If the order of winning the crown is kept until now, it is still unclear who will win. It's a pity that a dog's belly can't hold two taels of sesame oil." ..."
"You!" Yan Ran'er's face turned pale with anger, "The villain succeeds!"
Ji Ni felt the strong smell of gunpowder between the two of them and subconsciously moved to the side.
At the same time, I felt very unhappy. Although I had attracted a lot of attention with my novel tricks, if I didn't have one or two heavyweight poems by my side, I couldn't really be famous.
At present, there are about ten poems that have been sent in, but Wu Wenying is still very picky and has rejected less than half of them. The others are basically rated as inferior, and only one of them is given to Yan Ran'er as medium.
Ji Ni only has two inferior songs, which are slightly better than none. It seems that in the final ranking, she can only stay at the bottom.
Perhaps because of God's mercy, a rather handsome young scholar walked up to Wu Wenying's case.
"A student from Shaoxing, Wang Yisun, whose courtesy name is Shengyu, met Mr. Meng Chuang and wrote an article in a slow voice. I would like to give it to Ji as a gift. Please comment on it."
Although few people have heard of his name, his appearance and temperament suggest that he is a talented person.
Then Ji Ni's spirit was shaken and she became full of expectations.
After reading the lyrics, Wu Wenying raised her head in surprise, "Sheng Yu, how old are you?"
"Sir, the student has just turned eighteen."
"Hey, he is four or five years younger than Gong Jin, but he is as talented as ever. Haha, I met two rising stars today, which really makes me feel happy. It is indeed the most talented person in the history of the country!...Ji Xingshou , come and take away this excellent work."
"Excellent!?" Ji Ni was overjoyed.
She took it over and read it carefully. Even if Shun decided to choose it as a performance poem, she didn't expect anything better in the future.
In just a few moments, she memorized the entire lyrics, and her slow voice was an old-time signature, and the melody had already been engraved in her bones.
Perhaps out of cherishment, Ji Ni didn't plan to do any singing and dancing tricks, but serious acting.
She sat on the embroidered pier in Taichung, holding the pipa horizontally, and carefully tuned the music she had already tuned.
Some people may complain that this posture is wrong, but unlike later generations who basically played the pipa vertically, most pipa played in the Tang and Song Dynasties was held horizontally.
Five fingers sweep the four strings, the wine glass drifts with the wave, the face is full of love, and the red lips are lightly opened. .
"Welcome to the door with a high bun, lean on the fan and say something. Pingting has not counted Xizhou.
The vermillion lead is lightly brushed, and the spring breeze blows through the February branches.
We met a handsome man with beautiful makeup, and there was romance in his old home and Beijing and Luo.
Heartbroken sentence, try to pick up the color pen again, and worry about leisurely life.
I still remember that Lingbo wanted to leave, and asked Ming Mingluo socks, but for whom he left them.
Dreaming about lovesickness in vain, I went boating to Nanpu several times.
Don't quit dancing with jade bottles, fearing that the swallows will come back again and the building will be empty.
I am melancholy, holding my pipa and spending this autumn leisurely. "
A pipa song, longing for love, watching the Qionghua in the morning, cold in the evening.
The string breaks, the music stops, and the person is in ecstasy.
The men in the audience sighed sadly, and the women had tears in their eyes, as if they were all reminded of old dreams that had been hidden deep in their hearts for a long time.
There was silence for a long time, but there was no cheers, but the applause was much more intense.
Zhao Mengqi couldn't help but feel a little sad. The appeal of this art does not distinguish between ancient and modern times, China and foreign countries.
Zhao Han beside him is still young and has not been contaminated by love. He just thinks it sounds good, "Fourth brother, this can also be a sister-in-law..."
Zhao Mengqi rolled his eyes, "If I take you out a few more times, I'm afraid you will drag away all the beautiful women in the world."
It's okay to have sex, but if the harem is full of romantic women, shouldn't it become the laughing stock of the ages?
He turned to look at Ji Ni on the stage, and secretly praised in his heart that after this performance, this woman had washed away her previous vulgar and shallow image and gained some merit.
Now, the pressure is completely on Yan Ran'er.
According to current statistics, Tang An'an has one excellent song, three medium songs, and eight low-grade songs. Ji Ni also has one good song, one medium song, and eleven low-grade songs. Yan Ran'er has five medium songs and eighteen
Let me wait.
In other words, Tang An'an made her choice too early, so many words that should have belonged to her were transferred to the other two.
On the contrary, after Ji Ni finished playing the pipa, many people who were touched began to send her lyrics, and the number became more and more frequent.
Time passed slowly, and Yan Ran'er, who was at the bottom of her grades, acted more and more irritable, but in fact, her eyes were very calm.
It wasn't until there was only a quarter of an hour before the time limit, when a maid delivered a piece of paper to Wu Wenying's desk that the situation began to change.
Wu Wenying opened the paper and read it, her brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
The audience in the audience was surprised and speculated one after another.
"Mr. Meng Chuang, what's going on?"
"Is it that the words are too bad and hard to read?"
"Throw it away if it's too bad. There's no point in doing that."
"That shouldn't be a masterpiece, otherwise it would be just like the two previous songs. I'm happy to see you."
"Perhaps it's difficult to grade..."
"This shouldn't be the case. Mr. Meng Chuang is a master of poetry. How can he have any words that would embarrass him?"
Wu Wenying was indeed in a dilemma, not because of the words, but because of the word "Yan Wang" marked on it.
Although it is not the handwriting of King Yan, it is impossible to confirm its authenticity, but judging from the lyrics themselves, it is 80% correct.
After thinking for a while, Wu Wenying raised her head and looked at the audience, "This word is signed by His Royal Highness King Yan. I am a subordinate, so I dare not comment. Of course, I may not need to say more. Whether it is good or bad, everyone will know it as soon as they hear it. , Yan Xingshou, please take it away."
The audience roared, "Your Highness wrote the lyrics again?... It was for Yan Xingshou. This is a strong support. ... The word "support" is used very cleverly. ... It is said that Mrs. Jiang only has one song, this Yan Xing What kind of magic power does the leader have to make His Royal Highness the King of Yan send speeches again and again?"
Zhao Mengqi could only touch his nose under the inquisitive gazes of his two sisters.
Don't look at me, it's not me, I don't have it!
This girl Qian Duo is really grand. She gives two songs at a time. She deserves to be from a wealthy family...
On the stage, Yan Ran'er was very proud and took the paper from Wu Wenying with proud steps.
She pretended to glance at it, then folded the paper into square sheets and put it close to her chest. In fact, she had already memorized the contents.
"It is a great honor for me to receive His Highness's words again. Please allow me to sing and share them with everyone. I only hope that my skills will not disgrace His Highness's good words."
While talking, the equipment for the performance was ready.
The instrument she will use is a guzheng.
