Just listen to the gentle beating of drums, the crisp sound of bamboo boards, and the curtain on the balcony lifted a corner. A crisp voice is like an oriole in the green forest, gentle and clear, as if taking a sip of ice drink in the summer, making people feel refreshed. It seems that all the worries and sorrows in the heart are brought out by this voice, and then thrown to the sky in an instant. .
The curtain was lifted for the second time, and a beautiful lady slowly walked out with an instrument that looked like a pipa in her arms. The person who came here was wearing a lavender dress and had a graceful figure, but when she walked, she exuded a bookish air, which made people feel peaceful. The facial features are not that stunning when viewed separately, but when put together, it is as if God has carefully calculated them and is perfect.
As if aware of Chen Luo's gaze, she raised her head slightly and looked at the private room on the second floor. She met Chen Luo's eyes, smiled faintly, and turned away. But at this moment, Chen Luo seemed to see Jiang Nan in her previous life in her eyes.
Her whole person is Jiangnan!
The beautiful, bright, beautiful lakes and mountains of Jiangnan.
"The smoke and water of a river illuminate the clear mist, and people on both sides of the strait connect their painted eaves."
"The lotus bushes have a dull autumn light."
"Watch the sand gulls dance again and again, rolling the ten-mile bead curtain in the fragrant wind."
"The painted boats are coming to the horizon, and the wine flags are blowing in the wind."
"Love to kill Jiangnan!"
Really picturesque beauty.
Chen Luo smiled softly. No matter what, the beauty was always pleasing to the eye, and he felt much happier.
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At the same time, everyone in the lobby of Linglong Tower was quiet for a moment, and then there was a burst of cheers like a roaring wind.
The Luohua Nu bowed slightly and didn't answer. He sat quietly on the chair and plucked the string with his jade hand, and a sound of silk and bamboo sounded like gurgling spring water. The cheers gradually died down.
At this moment, at the table of the Fuci Club, a Confucian scholar came to his senses, pulled Qian Erkang beside him and looked directly at Luo Hongnu, and said in a low voice: "Brother Qian, Luo Ni wants to Let’s start singing!”
Qian Erkang also came to his senses at this time. He looked at Luo Hongnu who was happy and angry on the stage, and then looked at the classmates in the Fuci club around him. He gritted his heart and suddenly clapped his hands on the table: "Luo... Girl, wait!"
At this time, Qian Erkang used Confucian magic to "make a splash". Originally, he wanted to call Luo Ni, but temporarily took back the word "Ni", which caused the righteousness in his body to go astray, and two streams of blood suddenly flowed from his body. There was flow from the nostrils.
Everyone looked around and saw a Confucian scholar with an upright face, but his nosebleeds made people laugh. Han Sanniang, who was standing aside and observing closely, could only scream "no" in her heart and hope that the other party would bleed out and die immediately.
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"It's those little antiques from the Fuci Club." Liu Mengrui peeked her head in, saw Qian Erkang, and spat, "Why are these flies buzzing everywhere? If they think the lyrics are good, they just write them themselves. What's more? If you insist on saying that lyrics and music are irreconcilable, even my father would not dare to say that!"
Cheng Diefei was also angry. These people couldn't write good lyrics, but they repeatedly criticized those good songs. It seems that their inability to write lyrics is because they have been contaminated by the music. It makes no sense. It is just that there are some seniors in the Confucian sect who support them, which makes them extremely arrogant.
"Can everyone in Luo deal with them?" Cheng Diefei clenched his fists.
Liu Mengrui snorted coldly: "Let's see if it doesn't work, let's sneak attack them and then run away."
Cheng Diefei: "Is this appropriate?"
Liu Mengrui raised her chest and raised her head: "What are you afraid of? My father is here, isn't he?"
…
At this time, everyone in the hall also recognized them, and everyone was unhappy. I came here to have fun and spend money, why did I meet these people? It's just that there is no other way. The other party is a Confucian scholar who has entered the spiritual practice, and there are experts sitting behind him. Under the guise of a literary war, these wealthy businessmen really couldn't intervene. They could only glare from the sidelines and express their inner dissatisfaction.
Luo Hongnu glanced at Qian Erkang, who still had a nosebleed, and asked calmly: "What's the matter with this nosebleed son? The slaves can only sing, not heal!"
As soon as this was said, the whole audience burst into laughter. Qian Erkang's face turned red, and he quickly blocked the nosebleed with Haoran Zhengqi. He wiped it with his sleeve casually, cleared his throat, and said, "Don't interrupt. I came to the Fuci Club today just to ask everyone about Luo. What is the song you sang today?"
"What do you think?"
Qian Erkang paused for a moment and then said: "Let's talk about the rest! Luo family, today's literary style is declining, and vulgar music is one of the main culprits. Don't you think that listening to the music of silk and bamboo can linger for three days, but the folk songs of the country have made this The majestic place has turned into a den of abalones, and the stench is unbearable! I advise you to study elegant lyrics for a long time, and then you will be on the right track. There is no need to sing those vulgar songs of yours."
Luo Hongnu's expression didn't change at all, but he just said lightly——
"roll!"
"You!" Qian Erkang's face flushed instantly. Seeing Qian Erkang's humiliation, other people in the Fuci Society stood up one after another, and their whole bodies were full of righteousness.
At this moment, a soft sigh suddenly came from the private room on the second floor.
"Hey...everyone, please stop fighting."
Everyone followed the sound and saw Liu Jingzhuang leaning on the bed in the private room on the second floor, with a look of helplessness on his face: "You students, if you are besieging a girl from the Luo family again, do you still want her literary name to be spread? Let's leave first. …”
When Qian Erkang saw Liu Jingzhuang, his face became overjoyed and he said, "It's great that Liu Daru is here. Mr. Liu's words have been handed down from generation to generation, and students have been admiring them for a long time. Please give me the dignity of the CI world, and stop the path of popular music." "
Liu Jingzhuang shook his head slightly: "I don't have that ability. If this popular song can be spread, of course some people like it. I thought..."
Qian Erkang bowed again, interrupted Liu Jingzhuang's words, and said: "Sir, as a master of poetry, it is your duty to bring order out of chaos. On behalf of millions of Confucian students, I ask Liu Daru to uphold justice in the literary world."
Liu Jingzhuang frowned slightly and was about to speak when suddenly a sneer came from behind Liu Jingzhuang.
"You are so fucking shameless. Do you think you are a literary minister? And you represent millions of Confucian scholars?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Luo turned around from behind Liu Jingzhuang and looked coldly at Qian Erkang below. Originally, Chen Luo hadn't planned to come forward, but he couldn't help hearing the anger.
How come there are such cosmic creatures in every world? Tiantian thinks he can represent the entire world.
"Tell me the name of the person you represent, and I'll count if it's tens of millions!"
A trace of anger flashed across Qian Erkang's face, but when he thought that he could chat and laugh with Liu Jingzhuang in a private room, he must be rich or noble. He immediately suppressed his anger and asked, "I am a student of Qingbo Academy and a member of the Fuci Club. I wonder which academy you are from, Brother Wen?"
Chen Luo touched his chin and did not answer the other party. He just asked doubtfully: "Qingbo Academy? I've never heard of it!"
At this time, a voice with a deliberately changed voice suddenly came from another room: "A third-rate academy with no reputation!"
The whole room burst into laughter, and even Luo Hongnu on the stage couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
Liu Jingzhuang was slightly focused. Why did the voice that changed just now sound familiar?
The faces of Qian Erkang and other students were flushed. Qian Erkang gritted his teeth and asked again: "There is a saying in a humble house. If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if it has immortals. How can you laugh at people because of the level of the academy? This young man, You haven't replied to me yet? Which college are you a student of!"
Chen Luo shrugged: "I'm not a student..."
As soon as these words came out, Qian Erkang and others looked happy, but other guests had some regrets on their faces. Looking at Chen Luo's age, if he is not an academy student, he must have poor talent or no talent at all. He is at most a playboy, but he is indeed not qualified to laugh at Qian Erkang and others.
"Since he is not a student of the academy, this young man should stay out of my literary affairs..." Qian Erkang said in a contemptuous tone.
"Who said it has to be a student?" Chen Luo said with a sincere face, "Isn't it okay to be a professor at the college?"
Qian Erkang was stunned for a moment, then laughed again: "Sir, don't be joking. I have never heard of any academy with such a young person..."
But before Qian Erkang finished speaking, Chen Luo took out a jade plaque from his pocket, took a look at it, and said, "This is my professor's nameplate at Zheliu Academy!"
After saying that, he put the jade token aside and took out another jade token from his pocket: "This is from Red Sleeve Academy..."
"This is from Chunfeng Academy..."
"This is from Bixiao Academy..."
"From Yuntai Academy..."
"From Xuemei Academy..."
"From Haoyue Academy..."
"From Honghu Academy..."
The eight identity plates are lined up, which are the five first-rate academies in Zhongjing and the other three top second-rate academies among the eight major academies of Daxuan.
Yesterday, Kong Tianfang came to urge him to update. He handed all these nameplates to himself, and it was not enough not to accept them. Chen Luo also forgot to change his clothes, so he just took them all with him. I didn't expect it to come in handy now.
The entire audience was silent. Even Luo Hongnu, who had always been as calm as water, raised his head slightly and glanced at Chen Luo again, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. No one doubted the authenticity of those nameplates, after all, Liu Jingzhuang was standing beside him. If he lied about his identity and took out a fake nameplate, but Liu Jingzhuang didn't stop him, then Liu Jingzhuang would never be able to survive in the literary world.
Qian Erkang swallowed, never heard that there was such a number one person in the capital? But when the facts are in front of us, we have no choice but to believe them. At this time, we have to retreat in order to advance and bow to the end: "The student has eyesight but cannot see the mountain. I have seen the teacher. The student was arrogant before and admitted his mistake to the teacher. But I am waiting for this trip, just To ban music. After all, music is vulgar and humiliating..."
"Fart!" Chen Luo interrupted Qian Erkang, "Who said music must be vulgar?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent, but Luo Hongnu looked at Chen Luo again, but did not look away again...
