In Han Yan's impression, Cao Zhi is definitely the best at playing poetry, and he became a poem in seven steps under the pressure of life threat, which is unique in history.

The ancients wrote poems and lyrics, even if they had inspiration, they had to ponder for a long time before they could write, and every word had to be carefully figured out to conform to the artistic conception and meaning of the word. Participating in the gatherings of these literati and scholars, all the speeches chanted on the spot were prepared in advance, and many people wasted three or five years just to become a blockbuster and gain fame.

Of course, in addition to the appropriate words and the meaning expressed between the lines, the quality of the words is more important to conform to the artistic conception of the time.

For example, the north wind blows coldly in the daytime, and as a result, you come to a sentence "The spring breeze is on the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me", the sentence can be, but it will definitely fall down and will not be praised by everyone. Therefore, when writing a resignation, you have to find a suitable opportunity, and you have to participate in dozens of resignation conferences diligently, and you can only become famous when you encounter this kind of scene.

Like Han Yan, who goes up to the next level and sings a sentence, really writes lyrics on the spot, and speaks between tossing and turning, even if the artistic conception is not very far-reaching, it is shocking enough to make the talented people sigh to themselves.

"When did my big man come out with such a character? Even if Sima Xiangru is here, it can't be a four-step word, right? ”

"It's a good sentence, but it's a good autumn...... But why do I sound wrong, like an abusive word? ”

"I feel that way, too."

"Who just said that when it's cold, you need to cover your face with a few more layers of skin?"

"Brother Xiang, congratulations on becoming the protagonist of "Ascending the Tower". Be completely convinced.

"......" Xiang's face turned red, and he was embarrassed by these robes who were still in the same camp just now, "You...... You wait. He pointed vigorously at the few talented people who were merciless in his mouth, and he had no face to stay here, so he turned around angrily and went down to the third floor.

Today's female Yan four steps into a speech, the name will surely resound throughout Chang'an, Xiang in the speech as a villain, a good ball will make the people who chant to "Denglou Words" remember him, insulting others but being humiliated, reputation is ruined.

And on the fourth floor, this floor is the place where the really talented people can stay, all the famous people in Chang'an City, the princes and nobles, the realm is not the same, the sound of the silk feet is sung, melodious and beautiful, there are piano masters are playing the piano, there are chimes who are playing the chimes, so that everyone is intoxicated and can't extricate themselves.

"There are two brushes." Han Yan looked at it at a glance, there were no young people here, all of them were the older generation who had been immersed in the literary and artistic world for many years.

Seeing that someone came to the fourth floor, the elders were just surprised by the immature appearance of the brothers and continued to revel in the sound of the piano, without paying too much attention, let alone taking the initiative to provoke. When the realm is high, you will naturally get the essence of being a person, and you will not be as impetuous as young people.

The brothers didn't disturb others, they quietly found a futon to sit on, and the young lady stood aside and served the tea.

Liu Che likes this atmosphere very much, which makes people feel a sense of peace and tranquility, can throw away selfish distractions and return to pure nature, and after a while, his eyes seem to be squinting like an old generation, shaking his head slightly, as if he is not moving, feeling the artistic conception with his whole body and mind, and letting his thoughts fly.

Han Yan is the soul of modern people after all, when you have seen a hundred kinds of musical instruments, and because you are idle and bored, you have listened to the classical music on QQ music almost once, it is the essence of music developed two thousand years ago, although it lacks the soul, but in terms of music alone, it is definitely more accurate and better than the two who are playing at the moment, so I don't think their performance is very powerful.

Without that respect, it is not easy to revel in it like Liu Che. He spent most of his time observing these older figures, looking at their appearance, mannerisms, sitting postures, temperament, and backs, as if there was something more beautiful than music.

However, the ancients said that if you are not polite, you are not far away from each other, you will look at others with bright eyes, and after watching for a long time, people will feel how much they will feel and feel that they should respond, but probably because of good cultivation, all of them will not worry about him as a junior, but they are just a little unhappy.

The sound of silk and bamboo finally stopped, Liu Che came back to his senses, let out a long breath, and seemed to spit out the recent bad luck, even his soul was purified, and he made a decision in his heart to invite these two musicians back to be guests, and it was good to cultivate his sentiments when he had nothing to do.

As an emperor, Corporal Lixian is a necessary quality, Liu Che signaled to Han Yan, so the two of them stood up and said, "I have seen all the seniors, my brothers are polite." ”

"The two of them are so young and talented that you don't have to be polite. In my opinion, the two of them are extraordinary in conversation and well-behaved, and they must be children of a big family, especially this one. The pianist gestured to Liu Che and said: "There is the quality of a king between the seats, and there is domineering in the depths of his eyes, he must be the heir of the royal family, but I am very familiar with the two of them, and I don't know the name?" ”

"Woman."

"Huang Yi."

"Disrespectful, disrespectful." The violinist had an inexplicable meaning on his face, and when he heard the name, he knew that it was a pseudonym, but he didn't break it, sat down with a gesture of asking to sit, and sat down together.

The four floors are different, everyone here has a mastery, the piano master and the chime bell are played, and the painter paints on the spot, the mountain peaks are abrupt, the road is grand, the sea of clouds is vast on the mountainside, and the painting is magnificent.

There is calligraphy everyone with a brush dip ink pen to walk the dragon snake to write a small seal, the plain woman on the first floor and this comparison, the gap between the lines of the words is clear at a glance, just the font brings people beautiful and positive will make people feel that it is a good word.

There are also masters of chanting and singing Fu on the spot, singing Sima Xiangru's "Zixu Fu". The rhetoric of the Han Dynasty is written and sung, just like writing lyrics, you have to find a singer to sing it, and if you sing it well, you can spread it widely, and the more people who know, your reputation will be greater.

As the first person to call his work "Fu", Sima Xiangru's work is a must-learn for all singers in the world. It's just that listening to Han Yan's ears, how awkward it sounds, it's hard to understand the meaning of the words, and he can't even hear what he is singing, as if listening to a play.

If he doesn't understand, he won't pretend to do it, because he already understands the intentions of these older generations, which is to make you retreat. I don't open my mouth to pick you up, but everyone has unique skills, but you two don't have them, how can you be qualified to sit with me? At that time, you will be ashamed and shameless to stay at this level, and we will not offend you, so that you will not even have a chance to find fault, and the heirs of the royal family will not be able to help us.

Han Yan thought for a while, and the painter's work suddenly attracted his attention, and he had an idea in his heart, muttering in Liu Che's ear, let the future be a shocking person, and secretly said My brother was really taught by the gods......

Sure enough, when everyone finished performing, their eyes fell on the brothers together.

Han Yan looked at Liu Che and signaled with his eyes that you would like to come first?

Liu Che shook his head slightly, signaling you to hurry up, the big guy always appears last, I want to be the finale and shock the big man.

Han Yan had no choice but to take a step forward, raised his hand to show respect to the master of chanting, and said: "You have profound singing skills, a long breath, and clear words, the kid doesn't dare to compare, a few days ago, I saw an old master singing with a fairy wind and bones, so I secretly listened to some, and today I took it out to offer ugliness, it is really not elegant, I will sing two sentences casually, the tone is a little weird, please don't be surprised." ”

"You just sing."

"Whoa." Han Yan cleared his throat, straightened his waist, glanced around, and slowly spoke after signaling to everyone......

"The winged butterfly that can't find the flower,

Never, I can't see the withering......

The eaves of the small bridge in the night of the south of the Yangtze River,

I can't read it, the wilderness of Saibei......

Whether it had snowed on the broken bridge, I looked at the lake.

The cold moon in the water is like snow, and the fingertips melt lightly.

Has it snowed on the broken bridge......"

Han Yan sang very softly, and his voice with a childlike voice was not high, but it was as clear as water, which made the scene silent. It's a pity that everyone is not shocked by the song, but with doubt, disdain, rolling their eyes and other emotions, as if they are watching an idiot. This surprised Han Yan, who was about to pretend to be a good force, but he also realized it instantly.

Even if modern songs have classical charm, the words and tunes are too much beyond the times, and the content pursued is also very different, which is not accepted by the ancient Han people. In the eyes of the ancients, Han Yan's tune is an evil song, like the vulgar "heyhaheha" tune of the barbarian tribe, which is unbearable and immoral, and it is not even a glamorous sound.

The music of the ancients emphasized connotation, it is the art of the soul, it can cultivate sentiment, can arouse the resonance of people's feelings and thinking, and can purify people's hearts and touch your heart, but this thing is really difficult, and even fewer people understand it.

Most of the modern music pursues physical dynamics and rhythmic braking, the lyrics and songs are simple and easy to understand, and there is less psychological resonance and artistic conception, which is unacceptable in the eyes of the ancients. Since ancient times, music has always been indispensable in court etiquette, which shows that it occupies a very important position in Han culture.

At this moment, Han Yan was very embarrassed, his face was red, this time he was planted, he felt like a clown jumping beam, a seed from the savage tribe, holding a stone as a gem, it was really ugly.

"Elders, the boy is ignorant......"

"Needless to say, you were also misled after listening to other people's singing, and you have a prejudice against the rhythm, and he will have to change his evil and return to the right and study the music rhythm seriously."

"You have a big heart, and the boy is taught." Han Yan was convinced and was moved by people's hearts.

The pianist nodded lightly, disapprovingly, and looked at Liu Che, looking at this young man who was the heir of the prince at first glance, and had some expectations.

Liu Che was neither humble nor arrogant to everyone, walked towards the road map drawn by the painter, pondered it in detail for a moment, and then tapped the mountain peaks and cliffs on the painting with his fingertips, and slid down from top to bottom along the cliff wall, and said with great emotion: "Oh, it's dangerous!" ”

He moved his fingertips to the slender mountain road, "The difficulty of the Shu Road is difficult to go to the blue sky!" ”

"Silkworms and fishes, how dazed is the founding of the country!"

"Erlai is 48,000 years old, and he is not populated with Qin Saitong."

"Xidang Taibai has a bird road, which can cross the top of Emei."

"The earth collapsed and the mountain destroyed the strong man to death, and then the ladder stone stack was hooked together."

Speaking of this, Liu Che's heart rose bold and free, and he aried the theme with strong feelings, which laid a majestic tone for the whole poem, and also made the eyes of the older generation characters burst into golden light, and they listened carefully, afraid of missing even half a word.

Liu Che's fingers were linked, pointing on the painting, "There is a high standard of six dragons returning to the sun, and there is a rushing wave and a reverse bending of the river." The flight of the yellow crane is not yet passable, and the ape wants to spend his sorrow and climb. ”

But when the excitement came, when everyone was looking forward to it...... Liu Che suddenly opened his mouth, scratched his head again, and cast a look at Han Yan for help......

Forgot the word......