Ouch! This couple really has a story!
Zhang Fei couldn't help but look at Sima Guang beside him with a gossipy face, but before he could open his mouth, Sima Guang glared back.
"Go and do your business."
"Yes, then I'll excuse you first."
Zhang Fei held his hands slightly, turned around and left with a hint of curiosity.
He looked around for a while, then suddenly caught a glimpse of Fan Zheng who was busy, and immediately walked over, "Fan Da."
"Third brother is here."
Fan Zheng cupped his hands and gasped slightly.
Zhang Fei looked at him and saw that he was sweating profusely, and asked: "How come you, the majestic young master of Baifanlou, are so busy? Where did you go to be so calm and leisurely in the past?"
Fan Zheng smiled bitterly and said: "Third brother, haven't you seen who are all the people here? They are not the prime ministers of the dynasty, but they are prime ministers who have become officials, or they are the prime minister's sons. I have to watch carefully, but don't let anyone out. thing."
This voice was trembling. Although Baifan Tower was the first building in Bianjing, this was the first time I encountered this scene. Poor prime ministers like Sima Guang almost never came here.
Zhang Fei turned his head and took a closer look, and saw that this was indeed the case. Even Wang Anshi was here, standing with Han Jiang and several Hanlin Academy scholars. He couldn't help but said: "I didn't expect that Duke Yan's reputation was so high. "
Fan Zhengdao: "I have heard about this. When Yan Gong was in office, he promoted many people. The original Fan Gong, now Fu Gong, Wen Gong, Wang Xueshi, and Sima Xueshi have all received his favor."
indeed!
It can be said that Yan Shu promoted three generations of prime ministers for the Song Dynasty.
Yan Shu really had never convinced anyone when it came to discerning pearls with his discerning eye.
But in fact, this is only a secondary reason. The main reason lies with Zhang Fei himself, because the previous tax exemption made the scholar-bureaucrats live very depressed. Now that the storm has passed, everyone also wants to relax, and this happened to happen , just came here to have some fun, that's why today's grand occasion is possible.
This is really a secret arrangement.
Zhang Fei couldn't help but said: "Since you know, you should be fully prepared. Why are you still so busy?"
"This is one thing."
Fan Zheng said depressedly: "Yan Gong's collection of poems was available in every bookstore in the past. It was not a rare thing. It would not alarm these prime ministers and scholar-bureaucrats. I thought it would attract the young masters to come and watch it at most. Who knows. Alas. .This time it was really a mistake.”
Zhang Fei chuckled and said, "Don't be too nervous. I often deal with prime ministers like them. The higher the position, the less likely they will care about such trivial matters."
Fan Zheng has always been cautious, but he is not as big-hearted as Zhang Fei, "It's better to be careful!"
When Zhang Fei saw him talking, he couldn't help but glance left and right, and then asked: "By the way! Are they coming from Yanei?"
Fan Zhengdao: "I've been here a long time ago. I'm preparing with Brother Xiaochun and the others in the back."
Zhang Fei wondered: "Is Yanei so caring?"
Fan Zheng smiled and whispered: "Ya Nei just wants others to know that he is also involved in today's opera performance."
"I see!"
Zhang Fei suddenly realized, "This seems like his style. Okay, I'll go backstage and have a look. I won't disturb you anymore."
Fan Zheng nodded.
He was about to go backstage to meet Cao Dongdong for a drink and a slap in the face, but halfway, he was called over by Wang Anshi and others. At this time, Wang Anshi, Sima Guang and Lu Gong were standing together with them, who were political advisors.
"Zhang San, the boy, has met the great scholar Wang, and it's something about the Han Temple..."
"okay!"
Before Zhang Fei finished reporting his official name, Wang Anshi waved his hand, "I heard that this opera was created by your kid?"
Zhang Fei smiled and said: "I just came up with an idea. The specific arrangement was designed by Mr. Yan Xiao and others."
Han Jiang asked: "What do you mean by this opera?"
Zhang Fei explained: "To put it simply, it is to find someone to interpret the background or story of each poem, hoping that people can be immersed in it, just like it!"
As he spoke, he pointed his finger upward, "What the poem says is that the flowers have no choice but to fall away, and the familiar swallows return. People cannot avoid birth, old age, illness and death, but poems and stories can last forever."
"So that's it." Han Jiang stroked the goat's beard and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that your boy is also quite accomplished in poetry."
Mr. Lu on the side smiled and said: "There is no way to lose your soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain. People are thinner than yellow flowers, but that's what he did."
Han Jiang was surprised and said, "Really?"
Sima Guang and the others all laughed and said nothing.
Based on their understanding of Zhang Fei, they all believed that this poem should not be written by Zhang Fei. Although the article belongs to the article and the words belong to the words, judging from Zhang Fei's articles, it is impossible to write such a quatrain. .
Genius is not like this!
When Zhang Fei looked at their eyes, there was a hint of joking. This strong character came back. Anyway, the idols were not born yet. He raised his hands and said: "No! It was made by me. In my opinion, this word is the most popular one in the poem." Painting can be understood or expressed."
"Poetry within a painting?"
"Exactly."
Zhang Fei nodded and said: "Reading poetry is more about connecting with the author's mind. When reading words, pictures can't help but appear in the mind. If the poems and words are regarded as one, then the words are the picture in the poem.
In particular, Yan Gong's lyrics are even more immersive, so I thought of presenting Yan Gong's lyrics through interpretation. I even dare to conclude that as soon as my opera comes out, my Song poetry will definitely reach a higher level. Compared with Tang poetry, it is more widely circulated. "
When it comes to the back part, it is extremely heroic.
But you have to know that in front of him are a bunch of great people in the literary world. If we want to improve our lyrics to a higher level, we still have to rely on you, kid?
Is that what you mean?
There is no limit to the madness.
"You're a little arrogant!" I saw a person walking over.
This person's name is Wang Gui, who was also promoted by Yan Shu and is currently a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy.
Of course, he also has another identity, that is, Li Qingzhao's grandfather.
But Zhang Fei didn't know, otherwise, he would definitely give him three points of respect and said with a smile: "We'll see."
As he was talking, he suddenly heard a thud upstairs.
Everyone looked up and saw a woman on the second floor stroking the strings of the piano, and the soothing sound filled the air.
"Is this about to start?"
The guests who were standing together just now took their seats one after another.
In fact, this is the meaning of this arrangement. The drama of the incident is about to begin, so you should hurry up and take your seats.
Soon the building gradually became quiet.
Listening to the gradual change of the sound of the piano, the singing girl opened her mouth and sang: "A new song with new words and a glass of wine, the weather last year is the same pavilion. When will the sunset come back? Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallows return. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone."
Yan Jidao's melodious music, Yan Shu's melancholy words, coupled with the melodious singing of the singing girl, seem to have reversed time and space, pulling the thoughts of the scholar-officials on the first floor to Zeng Jin's past.
But just as everyone was immersed in this beautiful singing, they suddenly heard a heart-wrenching cry: "Mr. Lang!"
Everyone suddenly woke up and looked down at the stage on the first floor. They saw a young woman stepping through a false door with one foot. She held the door gently with one hand and looked affectionately at the "young man" carrying a baggage in front of her. Talented, his clear eyes held a pool of autumn water, filled with tears, filled with endless reluctance.
This scene made the scholar-bureaucrats and young men present feel heartbroken.
Song lyrics are about love in the boudoir and the pain of separation, so for them, this scene is like bringing the lyrics into reality.
It was like opening a window for them, finally understanding what Zhang Fei meant by "deduction".
Looking at the parting couple on the stage, and seeing the young woman alone in her boudoir, waiting for the letter to come back, they all couldn't help but feel sad.
This scene made Zhang Fei shed goosebumps all over the place, like a group of old people, crying over the love between life and death.
Zhang Fei, who grew up watching Meteor Garden, couldn't resonate with it at all. He first went to the back room to have a few drinks with Cao Dongdong and the others. It turned out that this guy was even busier than Fan Zheng. He wanted to lie down under the door and peek at the actors. After changing clothes, there was no time to talk to him.
Zhang Fei, who was asking for trouble, went out and suddenly found a familiar figure standing in front of the dim back door. He immediately walked over and said with a smile: "Fourth brother is also interested in this opera?"
This person is Ma Tianhao.
"I wanted to come here to join in the fun, but I found that all the prime ministers of the court were here. I could only stand here and take a look, and then go back later."
There is no other way. The people sitting inside are all noble people. He, a wealthy businessman with tattoos on his face, can only stand here.
With that said, Ma Tianhao looked at Zhang Fei again, "You are so ruthless! Xiangguo Temple has never suffered such a big loss."
He knew very well that the salt banknote was caused by Zhang Fei.
Zhang Fei did not deny it, saying: "They were the ones who started it, but I have shown mercy. Otherwise, their losses would have been more than this."
Ma Tianhao said: "They are not going after you, so why are you asking for trouble? Don't forget that our business is favored by Xiangguo Temple!"
Zhang Fei said: "But they also made money. We are not puppets of Xiangguo Temple, but a cooperative relationship. Does it mean that fourth brother wants to devote his life to Xiangguo Temple for the rest of his life?"
Ma Tianhao glanced sideways and said with a smile: "What? You still want to instigate me?"
Zhang Fei smiled and said: "I just think that the Xiangguo Temple method is outdated. What is popular now is our charity foundation. Fourth brother should also make plans for himself."
Ma Tianhao said: "You can't be ungrateful!"
Zhang Fei said: "Xiangguo Temple is cooperating with me, and it has never been to help me. I don't owe them anything."
Ma Tianhao looked at him and said seriously: "But I owe it."
Zhang Fei shrugged slightly and said no more.
Ma Tianhao said: "You have to understand that Xiangguo Temple lost to the court this time, not to you in business."
Zhang Fei said: "They forced me to do this. I never thought about going against Xiangguo Temple."
Ma Tianhao smiled and said, "But Xiangguo Temple may not think so."
Zhang Fei said: "Fourth brother, have you heard about what happened in the court recently?"
Ma Tianhao said: "You mean to ask you to go to the northwest to become an official?"
Zhang Fei nodded and said: "This is my strength, so I think it is better to be friendly and make money. Otherwise, both sides may suffer."
Ma Tianhao looked at him in surprise, "Are you really going?"
Zhang Fei said: "Maybe."
Ma Tianhao said: "I advise you not to go. I have served as a soldier somewhere. If you are not careful, you may be shattered to pieces!"
Zhang Fei said with a smile: "This wealth is obtained through danger. I am where I am today because of my hard work."
Ma Tianhao stopped trying to persuade him and just said, "If you go, don't take the pony with you."
Zhang Fei said: "Don't worry, fourth brother, I won't take him there." He added in his mind, why should I take Xiaoma there? If so, Yanei should take him there!
At this moment, the sound of the piano sounded again upstairs.
Just listen to the singing girl singing loudly again: "The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the smoke and the orchids are weeping. The curtains are slightly cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slant light reaches the dawn and penetrates the red doors. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and stood alone. From the tall building, you can see the end of the world. If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, where do you know the mountains are long and the rivers are vast?"
As the lingering sound lingered, I heard an excited voice coming from the third floor, "I knew this was the song I was performing."
It turns out that according to the arrangement, at the end of a story, a song will be sung to correspond with it.
"Haha. That brat is absolutely right. This opera is really unique."
Wang Anshi nodded approvingly.
Lu Gongzhu couldn't help but say: "This play combines lyrics and music, which is really immersive and exciting."
Wen Yanbo said: "Not only that, the arrangement of this opera also makes the artistic conception of this poem more perfect. It may not be long before this opera will become popular all over the country."
At this point, no one really doubts this statement anymore.
This opera really appeals to the scholar-bureaucrats' appetites. Most importantly, it can also make their lyrics more famous. It can be said that they gain both fame and fortune. How could you not love it?
One after another, one after another.
The guests were intoxicated and couldn't extricate themselves. Some of the emotional ones even secretly wiped the corners of their eyes.
It's like those children who watch idol dramas for the first time. They cry together when they are separated. Only when they grow up do they realize that they are crying not for Aiqing, but for BMW.
Another song is finished!
Just as everyone was looking forward to the next performance, suddenly the geishas who had just performed on stage came up to the stage and saluted the guests around them.
Is this gone?
It’s fun to watch!
Sing a few more songs!
Whether it is the scholar-bureaucrats on the first floor or the young men upstairs, everyone is full of things to say.
But when I asked about the time, it had already been two hours.
After coming back to their senses, Fu Bi, Wen Yanbo and other old people suddenly felt that their waists were sore and their legs were numb. They quickly stood up, stretched their muscles and were about to leave.
Suddenly, I saw several people carrying a wooden table. There were thick books on the table, especially the exquisite covers with high texture, which made the scholar-bureaucrats present widen their eyes.
The performers on the stage each picked up a book, faced around and showed the books in their hands.
A man with a small mustache came on stage and beat the gongs and drums three times.
The people sitting here are very familiar with the sound of gongs and drums, so they want to buy it!
It was the book that I bought, and the man introduced it. It turned out that this book was a collector's edition of Yan Shu's poetry collection. Currently, there are only 100 copies, and they are not sold to the outside world. You can only get it today.
Always on sale.
"Huh, finally I've waited for my favorite part."
Zhang Fei, who was drowsy, suddenly became energetic and looked nervously at the stage.
"I'll pay for it."
Everyone looked for a voice and saw Fu Zhishuang standing in front of an elegant seat and shouting loudly.
Immediately, many young men were ready to make a move. Looking back, they saw that it was a rich man, so forget it.
No surprise, the rich family won the first one with the usual money.
The second book was won by Wen Yanbo with consistent money.
The third book, written by Lu Gong, was won with consistent money.
Sima Guang and Wang Anshi didn't take action. Since they bought it, they could borrow it, so why waste the money.
Hou Donglai, who personally escorted these books here not long ago, couldn't help but look at Zhang Fei blankly, "Sanlang, this is different from what you said!"
Zhang Fei raised his head and looked up at the third floor, looking at the young master who was about to make a move but didn't dare to open his mouth. He couldn't help but closed his eyes and sighed, regretting: "This wise man must make a mistake after all his considerations!"
(End of chapter)
