As the head of the brothel, Liu Jingzhuang, who left a lasting legacy for Linglong Tower, is like the owner of Linglong Tower. From the moment you step into Linglong Building, you will receive the highest standard of reception. All the famous girls apologized to the guests and came to bow in front of Liu Jingzhuang. If Liu Jingzhuang asked them to stay for a while, they would naturally not go back. If Liu Jingzhuang did not speak, they could only leave a brocade handkerchief and leave sadly.
According to the rules of the brothel, if you find the young man in the brothel and say that you want to return the brocade handkerchief, it will naturally mean that the two of them will start to give and receive in private.
Worldly thoughts are nothing more than a gift and a return.
But the strange thing is that those guests didn't care and also bowed towards Liu Jingzhuang.
"I've seen Ci Sage!"
"I've met Liu Daru!"
"I've met Mr. Liu Qi!"
"I've met Brother Liu!"
There are various names for greeting Liu Jingzhuang.
This is not a visit to a brothel, it feels like an inspection!
The brothel master is so terrifying!
Chen Luo, who was obviously handsome, was completely obscured by Liu Jingzhuang's light, following him without attracting any attention.
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"It's broken, my father is here!"
Liu Mengrui, who was eating pastry against the window on the second floor, choked and hurriedly walked into the house. Cheng Diefei, who was making sweet wine, was startled. He shook his hand and poured more koji. Instantly, the whole room was filled with the aroma of wine.
"What should we do? Are they coming to arrest us?" Cheng Diefei looked panicked.
Liu Mengrui patted her chest, swallowed the pastry she was choking on, and then waved her hand: "No, he came to play by himself. Let's not get close to the window. After listening to the song, we will slip out of the back door. Don't worry, it'll be fine."
Cheng Diefei looked at Liu Mengrui with some anxiety, but had no other choice. He could only nod his head, but he was not in the mood to continue making sweet wine. He could only take out the "Da Voter Daily" he carried with him from his sleeve and read it again. .
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"Liu Cisheng, Liu Cisheng..." The maid led Liu Jingzhuang and Chen Luo into the private room on the second floor. A madam wearing gold and silver hurriedly ran over, "Liu Cisheng, help!"
When he saw the Madam, Liu Jingzhuang was about to introduce Chen Luo to her, but when he heard the words of "help" from the Madam's mouth, he frowned slightly: "Ms. Han Sanniang, why is it so serious?" After saying this, he said to Chen Luo, "Xian Brother, this is Mrs. Han Sanniang, the proprietor of Linglong Tower. Sanniang, this is my younger brother Chen Xian."
Han Sanniang glanced at Chen Luo and saw that he was a young man in his twenties. She just thought he was a son of a certain family. She gave him a casual gift and said to Liu Jingzhuang: "Hey, speaking of which, today is my big day at Linglong House." Days. A few days ago, the Luo family's new work "Flying Birds" was completed. Our Linglong House won the bid at Zhongjing's brothels, and we invited the Luo family to come to our Linglong House to sing for the first time..."
"You pious mother-in-law!" Liu Jingzhuang pointed at Han Sanniang and cursed with a smile, "You didn't even notify me of such a good thing!"
Immediately, Liu Jingzhuang turned his head and explained to Chen Luo: "This Luo family, named Luo Huanu, was born from an affair between a palace musician and a piano master. He is born with a sense of music, sounds like an oriole, dances like a flying swallow, plays and sings He is proficient in everything. When he was fourteen, he sang "Luo Hua Qu", which introduced Confucianism into Confucianism. Now, in just ten years, he has become a master of music, so he is called Luo Master."
Chen Luo's heart moved: "A genius music girl?"
In his previous life, Chen Luo's grandmother was an actor in the county Kun Opera Troupe, and she was also the most popular Tsing Yi Zhengdan. Therefore, for no reason, Chen Luo felt kind to people who could sing.
"Oh, my sage..." Seeing that Liu Jingzhuang and Chen Luo were having a lively chat, Han Sanniang interrupted Liu Jingzhuang half coquettishly and half angrily, "Listen to me, old lady, finish what you have to say."
"Okay, okay!" Liu Jingzhuang, who has never been a scholar, nodded quickly, "This is obviously a good thing, why do you have to save lives? Tell me..."
Han Sanniang sighed heavily: "The people from the Fuci Club are here too..."
Liu Jingzhuang was stunned when he heard this, and then helplessly raised his forehead: "This is going to be difficult."
Han Sanniang had a pleading look on her face: "You are a master of poetry and have high moral standards. If there is any disagreement later, I hope you can change your words. If there is really something wrong with Luo's debut this time, I, Linglong Tower, His reputation is that the strong wind blows through the autumn leaves—all of them are gone!”
"This... I'll do my best." Liu Jingzhuang smiled bitterly.
Seeing this, Han Sanniang knew that this was the limit of Liu Jingzhuang's promise, and after another blessing, she slowly exited the private room.
At this time, Chen Luocai asked with a foxy look on his face: "Brother Liu, what kind of organization is the Fuci Club? Why do you and Mrs. Han look like they are facing a formidable enemy?"
Liu Jingzhuang poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and then sighed: "It's a long story..."
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"Brother Qian, Luo Ni's new work "The Song of Flying Birds" is written today. We must refute it. I hope Brother Qian will not be pity for the beauty!"
"Brother Tang, am I, Qian Erkang, that impatient person? No matter how stunning Luo Hongnu is, how can I, Qian, be merciful when faced with the big issue of right and wrong over lyrics and music?"
"It's exactly what Brother Erkang said. The style of writing is declining, and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be. We respect poetry and lyrics, and that's the right way. How can rural folk songs be worthy of being in the elegant hall! Luo Ni must be captured!"
"Okay, after today's battle, we can't stay in Linglong Building any longer. We can transfer to Sichuan Shanglou. As soon as the expenses are met, I, Zhao Yougan, will take care of it!"
"Brother Zhao Wen is so heroic, come on, come on, drink this cup full!"
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In the private room on the second floor.
"What's the difference between lyrics and music?" Chen Luo was puzzled.
Liu Jingzhuang nodded and explained: "Brother, listen to me. The poetry style in the previous dynasty was at its peak, and in this dynasty, the style of poetry has revived. The so-called words are a different style of poetry, also known as quci. There are word cards in words, which are the tone of the words. As for the title, different word cards have regulations on the total number of sentences, the number of sentences, the number of words in each sentence, and the level, and the word cards must be combined."
"So, composing lyrics is also called filling in lyrics according to rhyme!"
"But the music is different. Although the music also has a qupai, it can be used with lining words. The cipai determines the number of words in each sentence, but the qupai can add or subtract the number of words at will according to the author's wishes. There is no doubt a lot of freedom."
"Secondly, the rhymes used in lyrics and music are different. The music can rhyme with plain and oblique rhymes, or it can have repeated rhymes, but the lyrics cannot do either."
"Finally, the lyrics mostly use elegant words, while the music can use common words. For example, you and me, this room, that room..."
"And because both are sung songs, there is a distinction between lyrics and music in the literary world. It is actually a dispute between elegance and vulgarity."
"The Fuci Society is a staunch supporter of elegant poetry and regards popular music as heresy. That's why Mrs. Han Sanniang has such a headache."
"Can't you just drive them away?" Chen Luo asked.
Liu Jingzhuang shook his head slightly: "This is a dispute in the literary world, why should violence be used? Isn't it true!"
"What about you?" Chen Luo continued to ask, "Is Brother Liu on the Ci side or the Qu side?"
Liu Jingzhuang was stunned for a moment, smiled lightly, and said, "Twenty years ago, I would have been the backbone of the Fuci Society. But today, I am more inclined towards music."
"After all, words can express emotions and describe scenes, but they cannot remember events. Songs can do all three."
"The tone of the lyrics should be sad rather than happy, solemn but not harmonious, but the music can be both."
"In the final analysis, lyrics and music are not enemies, but brothers. But fighting over elegance and vulgarity is a bloody battle, which is not what I want."
Chen Luo nodded slightly. When Liu Jingzhuang said this, it was similar to Song lyrics and Yuan music.
But the difference between lyrics and music is equal to the dispute between elegance and vulgarity?
Who said music is indecent?
"Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people..." A song of autumn thoughts reaches the end of the world!
"The peaks and mountains are like clusters, the waves are like angry, the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road inside and outside..." This song is full of nostalgia and has a deep meaning.
etc!
Chen Luo was shocked. In this world, all music seemed to be still in the stage of vulgar music.
Sanqu with real artistic achievements is rare.
"This wave..."
Chen Luo was thinking about teleportation, and the drum beat softly outside the private room, Luo Hongnu was about to appear...
