"Miss Ningxiang is not only beautiful in person and music, but also has an even more beautiful voice. The music and lyrics blend together, a match made in heaven."
"Lin Jieyuan has the talent of number one scholar."
"well!"
At this moment, all the scholars stood up and cheered, applauding Miss Ningxiang and Lin Yi.
Those Qin Dao scholars who were holding the piano and ready to try it had their mouths slightly open and their expressions were still in shock.
Why does it sound so good?
How can the meaning of the words and the meaning of the song be so consistent?
"Why does Lin Jieyuan know Miss Ningxiang's music? Is there any hidden secret between them?"
A bachelor from the Holy Academy raised such a question.
The gloomy-faced Holy Son Li Xiyang smiled leisurely after hearing these words: "Because they had planned this a long time ago."
"The lyrics have been written a long time ago, but they just create the effect of a talented scholar and a beautiful lady."
"Otherwise, after the lyrics and music came out, how could there be no fluctuation in talent between heaven and earth?"
Li Xiyang made judgments based on the fluctuations of talent in the world.
Many scholars from the Holy Academy agreed and agreed with Li Shengzi's judgment, and everyone at the table was whispering to each other for a while.
Pointing at Miss Ningxiang.
But the bachelor who knew the way of piano shook his head repeatedly, feeling quite miserable.
Miss Ningxiang looked at Li Xiyang, wiped away her tears, and said: "It seems that Li Shengzi does not understand the Tao of Qin. The birth of Wen Dao Tianyin is the first Qin sound imprinted by heaven and earth, so how can the heaven and earth of the music and lyrics be talented? You still have to look at...our violinist's recording!"
She placed the slender fingers of her right hand on the guzheng, looked at Li Xiyang without timidity, and moved her fingers.
Boom~
The dull sound of the piano sounded like the sound of literature and heaven, resounding throughout the Yueyang Tower.
Immediately afterwards.
The guzheng that carried the lyrics of this song suddenly burst into bright light, making people unable to open their eyes.
The powerful energy of heaven and earth surged and quickly filled the entire Yueyang Tower inside and outside.
The talent produced by this kind of music, after being washed by the sound of the piano, does not need to be understood by literary monks.
It's like an enlightenment. The deeper you understand the sound of the piano, the more talent you can absorb.
Those literati bachelors who were moved by Ningxiang's songs and the Qin Dao bachelors benefited the most, and countless talents merged into their literary palaces.
Even those oiran ladies who came from ordinary people have benefited.
The scholars of the Holy Academy did not benefit from it, because they did not understand it and did not want to understand it.
However, Fu Yuheng, Zhong Zizheng, Fang Qingxue and others have benefited.
At this moment.
Those scholars who had benefited stood up and bowed to Miss Ningxiang, expressing their gratitude and admiration.
Miss Ningxiang bowed and returned the courtesy. She looked at Lin Yi and left Xiangxiang and said loudly: "I haven't asked the young master about the name of his poem yet..."
"Chi Ling!"
Lin Yi's voice rang out from the crowd, but Miss Ningxiang couldn't find where he was.
A touch of melancholy and frustration came to my mind.
The sixth prince, Lin Cong, murmured in a low voice: "This guy... is really willful. I thought he was good at poetry, but he is not inferior to Miss Ningxiang without any knowledge of music and lyrics?"
"This prince appreciates him a little!"
But that's it.
"Ah!"
A sneer came from the Yueyang Tower: "It's so unpleasant. Who chose the name?"
It was Li Wenbo wearing a white Confucian shirt.
Many people looked at Li Wenbo with doubts on their faces, who is this person?
He looks ordinary, and he is not a talented person, so why should he be so popular?
Fang Qingxue frowned slightly.
Zhong Zizheng and Fu Yuheng, two old acquaintances, were also stunned for a moment. Isn't this Lin Yi's book boy?
Zhao Tai couldn't help but draw his sword and kill the guy.
Don’t you know that is His Royal Highness?
Why is this book boy's path getting further and further away?
"..."
Lin Yi fell silent, good guy... is this about to start? But don’t say “Chi Ling” is ugly!
Because Li Wenbo was too ordinary, he was quickly suppressed.
But Li Wenbo's words successfully attracted the attention of the Holy Son Li Xiyang.
Li Xiyang turned his head and said a few words to a bachelor of the Holy Academy beside him, who nodded...
"Is there any piano master who can contribute music?"
Girl Ningxiang adjusted her mood and looked at the bachelor of letters present.
But his words frightened many Qin Dao scholars. These Qin Dao bachelors who were originally eager to give it a try tightened their piano bags...
"When I heard Miss Ningxiang's song today, I realized that I have little talent and little knowledge, so I stopped showing off."
"I've heard about Miss Ningxiang's name for a long time, and now that I've seen her, she's well-deserved."
Those Qintao scholars smiled and did not choose to show their shame.
Unless they can surpass Miss Ningxiang and become famous in one fell swoop, they are really showing their shame... They are self-aware.
"This song and lyrics were taught to the little girl by Lin Jieyuan. He is truly famous. His song "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" is well-known all over the world. Now he has a song called Chi Ling. He is even more talented!"
Miss Ningxiang knew that this was Lin Yi's good words and even the changes she made were so shocking to her.
She believed that Lin Yi definitely didn't understand music, but said it on purpose.
The scholars nodded.
The subsequent chess, calligraphy and painting project also went through the motions quickly. After all, it was art, and it was regarded as an entertainment project of the cultural association.
Their home ground is the battlefield.
The poetry and essays with strong and weak talents are the finale of the cultural fair and the project that everyone is looking forward to.
"As the saying goes: There is no first place in literature, no second place in art. Today's literary society, I think everyone, like the little girl, wants to see who is the first in the literary society and the best in the capital."
Miss Ningxiang now has Chi Ling as the leader, and the rhythm of the entire cultural gathering seems to be under her control.
After the words fell, the literati, bachelors and officials who were originally a little sleepy suddenly became energetic.
“As we all know, the prosperity of literature depends on poetry, and poetry is the king of literature!”
The veiled girl Ningxiang became more and more calm and said: "Good poetry can awaken the deep feelings in our hearts."
"Beautiful poems can make people feel the same. The "Golden Threaded Clothes" and "Wangyue Pavilion Send Fu Xuezheng out of Nanxiang" circulated in the capital, Mingzhou Guanfu, are so talented that they make people marvel at the charm of poetry."
"Now, let's get closer to the world of poetry."
Miss Ningxiang then looked at the Yueyang Tower, with a smile in her eyes, and continued: "The venue for this cultural gathering was provided by Prince Teng. We are fortunate to see this famous building in the capital with its ingenuity, so... today's cultural gathering will be named after the Yueyang Tower. as the theme.”
"A poem of astonishing talent and beauty is not the result of decades of hard work, but the feeling and emotion that came to my heart as I stood here at that time."
"I look forward to the masterpieces being handed down to the world and Dayan Wen Dao to add more good stories!"
After Miss Ningxiang finished speaking, all the bachelors of letters inside and outside the Yueyang Tower who had prepared poems and were eager to try them suddenly turned dark.
"Yueyang Tower? Why should there be a theme?"
"Who asked for this?"
"Are we prepared in vain?"
They originally thought that this literary conference would have no theme and let a hundred flowers bloom. In response to this cultural conference, they even spent a lot of money to buy poems of great talent from the great Confucian scholars.
Now you don’t even have the chance to appear holy in front of others?
in the corner.
Prince Teng looked at Lin Yunhong with a smile and said: "Your Majesty, I think this kind of poetry meeting is only fair and can show your true skills!"
Lin Yunhong was not able to expose Prince Teng, and said: "Don't think that I don't know your thoughts, but you are right. This literary meeting should be performed on the spot to test the talents of these literati!"
Prince Teng smiled dryly.
…
'Is the theme of this article meeting to give out sub-questions? '
Lin Yi in the crowd was stunned for a moment. He knew that once this theme came out, many people would be caught off guard.
But only in this way can the real talents be screened out.
