"Oh, that young master looks very smart, why do you say such stupid things?" Liu Mengrui stamped her feet, "Isn't this just trying to put the blame on someone else's mouth? Die Fei, don't you think so?"
Cheng Diefei was stunned when he heard this: "Ah? What did you say?"
"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Liu Mengrui reached out and touched Cheng Diefei's forehead, "Why did you suddenly lose your mind?"
Cheng Diefei shook his head: "I'm fine. I'm just curious, who is that young master? How can he have the status of a professor in eight academies? I have never heard of it."
Only then did Liu Mengrui realize this problem, and she also looked puzzled: "Yes, I've never heard of it. By the way, why did he get together with my father?"
Cheng Diefei walked to the bedside, glanced at Chen Luo secretly, and had a bold idea in his mind: Could it be that he is...
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When Qian Erkang and others heard Chen Luo's words, they felt relieved. When they looked at each other, they could see the joy in each other's eyes. Qian Erkang raised his hand again and said: "Students are ignorant, and all the music they know is vulgar and intolerable, even a few famous songs by the Luo family..."
Qian Erkang glanced at Luo Hongnu on the stage and found that Luo Hongnu was looking at Chen Luo with a pair of beautiful eyes, completely ignoring him. He felt angry for no reason and said, "In my opinion, it's just a lie." Ping's work."
"Since you think there is elegant music, why don't you open the eyes of the students and let us understand, what kind of music can be called elegant? If you open up a path to elegant music, the distinction between lyrics and music can be eliminated, and you should also be a role model for our generation. .”
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"This Qian Erkang, all he says is unworthy of publicity!" Cheng Diefei said angrily, "His words are forcing that... young master into a situation where he is riding a tiger and it is difficult to get off. It's really hateful!"
Liu Mengrui crossed her arms and looked embarrassed: "It's his fault that he said the wrong thing just now. How can elegant music be so easy to do? My father has wanted to write a few elegant songs many times, but every time he writes, he can't escape the lyrics. Limitations. Dad said this is a stereotype. The more you are good at literary talent, the harder it is to break out. But if you don’t have literary talent, how can you write elegant music? "
"Meng Rui! How about we take action and run away after the fight!" Cheng Diefei suddenly said.
"Ah?" Liu Mengrui was stunned for a moment, "Now?"
Just as Cheng Diefei was about to nod, he heard Chen Luo say in the private room over there: "Okay!"
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"Brother Xian, you..." Liu Jingzhuang looked at Chen Luo with some worry. Chen Luo has now become famous with "Du Shiniang" and "Swordsman". He must not be damaged here, and he is also a little anxious. . Chen Luo gave a relieved expression, and with great strength, he jumped out from the window sill of the private room, and landed directly in front of Qian Erkang with a loud "bang".
With the blessing of the Great Perfection of Tongmai Realm, although Chen Luo's leap was not as graceful as the magic technique, it was as powerful as thunder and so powerful that Qian Erkang couldn't help but take a step back.
"You, what do you want to do?"
Chen Luo patted his clothes and said calmly: "Don't be nervous, we are all gentlemen. Don't you want to listen to elegant music? What topic do you want to listen to?"
Hearing Chen Luo's words, the people around him gasped again. Listening to what this young master meant, he had not already finished the elegant song, but asked Qian Erkang and others to designate the topic. Compose music?
This... is too much.
It is not without reason that the song has been called a vulgar song and has not been able to take off the vulgar label.
Chen Luo was not panic at all. In his previous life, he was influenced by his grandmother. In addition to Tang poetry and Song lyrics, he also dabbled in Yuan music. There were only a few topics that literati came up with, and he could always find a corresponding one.
If you want to kill, then kill like crazy.
"This...this is what you said!" Qian Erkang became more and more angry when he saw Chen Luo's calm expression. He rolled his eyes and was about to ask the question. A flash of green light flashed before his eyes. Liu Jingzhuang stood on the second floor. among people.
"Liu Daru, do you have anything to tell me?" Qian Erkang seemed to ask, but he ended the possibility of Liu Jingzhuang intervening. Liu Jingzhuang glanced at Qian Erkang with disgust and said, "Don't be impatient. I would like to be impartial and comment on the new song that my brother Chen Xian is about to compose, so as not to be misinterpreted. Is there any problem?"
Before Qian Erkang could answer, the guests around him clapped their hands and shouted: "That's right, it's the saint's comment on music, a wonderful thing in the literary world!"
Seeing such a reaction, Qian Erkang and others stopped saying anything and bowed their hands, which was regarded as recognition of Liu Jingzhuang's status as an upright person.
Qian Erkang said: "It's not difficult for you, sir. It's late autumn now. Since ancient times, there have been so many autumn poems, so they must be easy to write. Sir, let's write an elegant song with the theme of autumn."
Chen Luo glanced at Qian Erkang and asked Qiu?
If I take out the "Withered Old Tree and Dusky Crow" known as the ancestor of Qiu Si, I will be bullying you!
Chen Luo cleared his throat, "Qiu, right? Listen up!"
"The sunset in the isolated village is covered with light smoke and jackdaws are seen on the old trees."
"Under the shadow of a little Feihong."
"Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers!"
After finishing the song, the whole hall was silent.
"Mr. Liu, please comment..." A guest reminded Liu Jingzhuang, who was deep in thought, and Liu Jingzhuang suddenly came back to his senses.
"Wonderful!" Liu Jingzhuang sighed loudly, "I have never seen such a wonderful piece of music."
"In just twenty-eight words, it can paint an autumn scene so vividly. It's a stroke of genius!"
"When the ancients wrote about autumn, they were often lonely and desolate, and the beginning of this song is the same. The six pictures of an isolated village, sunset, lingering clouds, light smoke, old trees, and jackdaws all convey a sense of desolation."
"Then there is a shadow of the flying geese. The flying geese are autumn geese. There is only one point, which shows its loneliness. But it is this point that makes the whole picture turn from stillness, and the whole autumn scenery seems to be rushing towards our face."
"The best thing is the closing sentence, green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers."
"There is a distant view, which is mountains and water; there is a close-up view, which is grass, leaves and flowers. A mixture of far and near."
"Moreover, it is decorated with five colors of blue, green, white, red, and yellow, and the previously lonely autumn scene suddenly becomes lively and bright. It turns out that the autumn scene is also so colorful, adding vitality to the solemnity of autumn, and eliminating the cliché of the predecessors who were always sad to the end. !”
"Elegant music, this is elegant music! If this is not elegant music, how dare 90% of the lyrics be called elegant poetry!"
Liu Jingzhuang was so excited that he picked up a wine bottle from the table and poured a few sips of wine into his mouth. He looked very happy!
After hearing Liu Jingzhuang's comments, everyone was recalling the song, understanding the beauty of it, and kept reciting it in their mouths, becoming more and more excited.
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"Wow, this young master is so awesome!" Liu Mengrui looked delighted, "Dieyi, don't you think so?"
At this time, Cheng Dieyi looked at the young man below with a smile on his lips, and said with certainty in his heart: It must be him! It must be him!
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On the other side, Qian Erkang's face was as thick as the bottom of a pot. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't escape the faults of this song. It was just that his mind was quick and he suddenly stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Sir, you are a very talented man. This picture of autumn scenery is eye-opening to the students!"
"Students, please be brave and ask the teacher to compose another song, so that students can appreciate the elegance of the music."
"Despicable!" There were many low-pitched scoldings in private. Qian Erkang's expression did not change. He could not retreat at this time. If he quit, the connections he had worked so hard to build in the Fuci Club would be gone.
Luo Hongnu on the stage finally turned his eyes to Qian Erkang, but he was filled with disgust.
"You are a student with a natural talent for writing and a masterful hand..." Liu Jingzhuang naturally knew Qian Erkang's plan, which was simply to express that this piece of music was an isolated example and that it still could not become an elegant piece.
"It's okay, Brother Liu!" Chen Luo waved his hand, pressed Liu Jingzhuang's protective wish, and looked at Qian Erkang with a faint smile: "Tell me, what other questions can you think of?"
"Since we are in the Acacia Building, we must use the theme of Acacia!" Qian Erkang seemed to have already thought of the title.
"Lovesickness? No problem." Chen Luo nodded and was about to speak when he heard Qian Erkang say, "Wait a minute!"
"what happened again?"
Qian Erkang bowed his head seemingly respectfully: "A few days ago, Mr. Wan'anbo Chen, whom the students admired, once wrote "Ying Bamboo and Presenting Soldiers to Send Soldiers to Wanren City" in the court hall. Countless of my Confucian scholars will I joined the army and went to the border. Why don't you compose a piece of music to express parting and lovesickness, and to be in harmony with Mr. Chen? "Wouldn't it be beautiful?"
Chen Luo was stunned, am I compatible with myself?
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"Shameless!" Liu Mengrui gritted her teeth in anger, "We can only miss each other when we are separated. This is farewell and lovesickness at the same time. Not to mention the music, even the poems are difficult to write. Not to mention the one with Wan Anbo. The poems are harmonious, which shows that they are making things difficult for others!"
Cheng Dieyi looked at the young master with a calm face and said softly: "He can do it!"
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At this time, everyone understood Qian Erkang's intention to make things difficult. The high-rollers in the room clenched their fists, and the oiran's eyebrows glared. Just when the atmosphere was tense, Chen Luo's voice sounded again.
"Oh, farewell and lovesickness, do you want them all? No problem."
"Listen carefully——"
"I feel sad to say goodbye. How long can I miss you?"
"Flicking the poplar snow with my sleeves."
"The stream is sloping and the mountains are covering it, so people leave!"
Chen Luo looked at Qian Erkang with a gentle look on his face: "Are you satisfied?"
