Birds chirp, willow branches caress the water, and circles of ripples dissipate irregularly. A carriage inlaid with ornate gems stopped in front of the gate of Fangfu, and a handsome and dashing young man was walking around in style with a folding paper fan in his hand.

"Why hasn't your young master come out yet, today is the most lively song and dance festival in the night building."

Fangfu is now full of scenery, and many rich gentry come to talk to him every day. Qian Yuan is naturally no exception, the dialect can return to Jiangning County so quickly, and the Qian Mansion has also made a lot of efforts. As a member of the Qian Mansion, it is also necessary for Qian Kai to have a good relationship with Fang Jue, who called Fang Jue the only son of Fang Jue.

Fang Jue heard that Qian Kai came to find him, and he just wanted to go out for a walk. After Fang Jue finished washing, he went out, but this time he did not wear a gorgeous costume, but a cyan shirt. I didn't bring any maids.

When Fang Jue walked out of the door, Qian Kai circled around Fang Jue a few times with surprised eyes, and then laughed heartily. It seems that he is laughing at Fang Jue's dress. Fang Jue and Qian Kai stood together, it was a world of difference, sure enough, people rely on clothes, Fang Jue is more plain than Qian Kai's servants.

"Brother Jue, what are the tricks today?"

Qian Kai looked very familiar with Fang Jue's appearance, and said teasingly.

As soon as Fang Jue went out, he would receive countless strange eyes, and now he is the son of the Taishou Mansion, no wonder. In order to be able to relax, Fang Jue's dress is also helpless.

The banks of the Qinhuai River have been famous since ancient times, like a delicate figure, different from the green wattles on the soft mud, and the oily swaggering posture under the water. Fang Jue already knew something, and many literati couldn't help but say: The smoke cage is cold and the moon is long, the night park is close to the restaurant in Qinhuai, the merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country, and the flowers in the backyard are still singing across the river.

Fang Jue and Qian Kai sat in a carriage and stopped at a place called Yelou on the bank of the Qinhuai River, and several of Qian Kai's servants had to stay outside and wait.

The reputation of the night building is unknown, but judging from the flow of people in and out, the business of the night tower should be good. Of course, those who can enter are some rich gentry or the second generation of the Celestial Empire, a pair of literati clothes, and they entered with a few taels of silver. There are also some poor scholars, who have been saving for a long time, and finally raised enough money, but they are unwilling but still pretend to be elegant.

Fang Jue forgot to bring silver when he went out, he really never brought silver before. All the expenses are, of course, the money to settle the bill.

"Who is this?"

The guy in the night tower didn't seem to know Fang Jue, and then asked.

"You're blind, and you don't even know the prince!." Qian Kai yelled a little angrily.

"The little eyes are clumsy, the little eyes are clumsy, and please atone for the sins."

Fang Jue changed his dress, not to mention that the night building had only been open for a long time, no wonder these people only recognized clothes and not people, and did not recognize Fang Jue.

The night building is very large, the decoration is also very luxurious, the simple and elegant carved tables are prepared for the rich lord, and the pastries and tea are prepared in the morning.

However, there are also private seats upstairs, which are the only few that can be bought at a high price. The visuals are certainly the best.

As the richest man in Jiangning, Qian Kai, the eldest son of the Qian family, of course, will not stoop down to sit below. So I booked a private room early. The private room is not bad, with two seats and a separate service staff.

As soon as Fang Jue sat down, a beautiful woman walked over.

"Ouch, it turned out to be Young Master Jue, I almost didn't recognize it, Young Master Jue wants to do some music or dance today"

This woman is a bit like a housekeeper in the night building, of course she has to take care of the guests in the private room, these are all rich people. With a look that seemed familiar, he asked Fang Jue. Qian Kai has already paid for it, and he has the right to choose songs and dance.

Fang Jue didn't know the rules here, so he had to hand over this glorious task to Qian Kai.

Qian Kai ordered the song, and then waited for some famous actors to come out and sing.

However, they are all lyrics and songs written by some scholars and literati, and then they have been adapted. Let those good-looking celebrities just sing.

Some people actually don't understand, and they deliberately pretend to be romantic, looking very useful. Since Fang Jue had a long dream, there were many familiar and beautiful rhythms that always echoed in his ears, and Fang Jue was a little unaccustomed to these tunes that could not be changed. Qian Kai looked very useful, listening to the music, while not forgetting to tease the woman next to him. Fang Jue was surprisingly quiet, and even the girl next to her couldn't help but take the initiative to massage Fang Jue. If it weren't for Fang Jue's family background being displayed there, this serving girl would probably not want to care about it at all when she saw Fang Jue wearing such a shabby dress.

"Brother Kai, you play slowly first, and I'll go out for a while."

Fang Jue felt a little bored, and felt very stuffy, so he wanted to go out to breathe.

Qian Kai thought that Fang Jue was going to act, and he didn't know which famous actor would be bullied by Fang Jue, the big villain, and couldn't help but show a sinister evil smile: "Okay, okay, Brother Jue go quickly, don't forget to teach me when you come back." ”

Fang Jue passed by some private rooms, and vaguely heard some businessmen discussing business, and there were also some private rooms where men and women were laughing and laughing.

Fang Jue smiled disdainfully, in order not to be recognized, Fang Jue had to put on the mask.

"Why are you here, the back shop is too busy, and you are still hanging out here."

A little girl with a mask walked over and urged Fang Jue. Before Fang Jue could react, he pulled Fang Jue and ran towards the back square.

Fang Jue felt a little funny, maybe he recognized the wrong person, but anyway, he was bored, so Fang Jue followed him to the back fang.

The back room is the place where some of Hua Dan's famous characters make up and practice their repertoire. There are men and women, and some musicians who specialize in playing the piano sit behind a large screen, which can not only see who should play behind, but also see the demeanor of the famous actors at the front desk.

"Owner, there is a guest who ordered a song that is not on our repertoire list."

A little girl who was in charge of collecting the guests' music looked at the owner with some embarrassment.

The owner is a woman in her thirties with a very well-coordinated face and figure, and she used to be a famous actress. It's called Qin Hongyan.

"What tracks did the guests order?" Qin Hongyan has also seen the world, she reached out and took the booklet in the little girl's hand.

"Long Hate Song..."

When Qin Hongyan saw these words, he was a little silent.

Wasn't the song of long hatred written by Bai Juyi? Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi, after the Anshi Rebellion, Bai Juyi was born, so this Bai Juyi should not be from the Tang Dynasty, I don't know if the long hatred song he wrote is the same as the Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty.

Later, Fang Jue learned that this Bai Juyi was similar to Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty, but he appeared a few years earlier than history, and was born during the Anshi Rebellion, and then wrote this long hatred song in the early days of the Celestial Empire, and died suddenly.

"The slave and maid saw that the guest was not from the Celestial Empire, but like a Turk."

"Turks!"

Qin Hongyan was a little silent, of course she knew that the Turks and the Celestial Empire were fighting every year, and they had just signed an armistice agreement this year, but she didn't expect the Turks to come to the Jiangning territory to provoke.

"I heard that there are many capable people in your Heavenly Dynasty, can't you even sing a song of long-hatred in this dynasty."

A burly, bearded man stood in the private room on the second floor, shouting downward, completely ignoring the people present.

"I came to the Celestial Empire by order, and you self-righteous obedient people of the Celestial Empire only know how to sing poems and songs, and it turns out that it is nothing more than that."

It looks like this Turk should be a military general. The rhetoric is a brazen provocation.

Although Bai Juyi's long-hated song is exquisite and exquisite, it is too long, and many famous composers dare not try it easily, for fear that their skills are not enough and they will tarnish the works of celebrities. Isn't that intentionally embarrassing?

There was also some celebrities in the night tower, and in the face of the contempt of the enemy, these literati suddenly became excited. On the front line, the Celestial Empire army suffered repeated setbacks to the Turkic armies, and in the rear, it also suffered cultural humiliation from the northern barbarians.

"The owner of the Red Word Workshop is willing to pay a thousand taels of silver, please be present to write a song for the long-hatred song."

A girl from the back room said loudly on the stage.

It seems that this year's Night Tower Song and Dance Festival is a bit unusual, and even the generals of the enemy countries also visited here and commented on the poems of the Celestial Empire.

"As long as someone in your Celestial Empire makes this song, I am willing to pay 10,000 taels of silver, hahahaha..."

The Turkic general also seemed to understand that giving a good song is not something that can be done in a moment, and it needs to be pondered and pondered repeatedly, and then it will be practiced and sung by famous actors. What's more, it's a long hateful song.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and a few celebrities who seemed to have real talents and real learning began to close their eyes and meditate, but they couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh. It seems that it's really hard, hard. More people, just to see the excitement, faced with the provocation of the Turks, only out of a few verbal insults, and then continued to drink tea, waiting for someone to maybe compose a song.

An hour passed, and still no one dared to try. Qin Hongyan, the owner of the back workshop, was also a little anxious, and several senior composers inside also shook their heads in embarrassment.

Fang Jue was standing aside at the moment, and he could feel that the atmosphere in the back room was so solemn. The Turks came to stir up trouble again, Fang Jue was already disgusted with the Turks, and he always wanted to find an opportunity to teach these aliens a lesson, and even more wanted to find out what he had been puzzled about. But Fang Jue doesn't understand those profound knowledge, let alone compose music.

Qian Kai in the attic was hugging two beauties at the moment, waiting to see the excitement, he looked left and right, but he didn't see Fang Jue's figure. Presumably, Fang Jue, the young master of flowers, is already alive on the warm bed of a famous corner at this moment.

"The song of long hatred is given by your literati of the Celestial Empire, and the literati who are truly talented and learned are now dead? It's a pity, a pity, a pity, and a blessing. Hahahaha...... The dignified Celestial Empire, which loses to my Turkic Empire every year, is really not literate, and it is not enough. It seems that the heavenly dynasty has been exhausted, and now it seems to be prosperous, but it is just the light of the dying country. ”

The Turks had no scruples about belittling the literati of the Celestial Empire, intending to provoke trouble in Jiangning. After the death of Ye Qingsui, the martial emperor of the Celestial Empire, the national strength of the Celestial Empire plummeted. Today's emperor Ye Yunlong does not have the pride and ability of a thousand iron armor to build a country like the previous emperor, and the Celestial Empire has long ceased to have the glory of the past, and the years of war have reached the point where the people's grievances erupt.

In the face of the provocation of the Turks, the literati could only sigh, because what the Turks said was also the status quo of the Celestial Empire, and clever rebuttals seemed to deceive themselves.

Fang Jue really heard it in Houfang, he didn't have any patriotic sentiments about this Celestial Empire, but as a descendant of Yan and Huang, an orthodox Han people, Fang Jue didn't like the Turks very much. The brutality and tyranny of the Celestial Empire's morality and righteousness are obviously advantageous for a while.

Qin Hongyan of the back fang, successively assigned manpower, went to other buildings for help, and some buildings heard that the Turks were coming, so they all abandoned the scruples of peer competition, and sent the best composers to come and stand on the same front. This is not only a cooperation against foreign enemies, but also a good exchange meeting to learn from each other.

However, this kind of unity and exchange seems to be a bit temporary, how can we condense the strengths of everyone in a hurry and transform them into a powerful force.

The tense atmosphere in the back room was broken by the chaotic exchanges, and some composers read the song of long hatred in a low voice, trying to raise and low the tone, but without reading a few sentences, they seemed to shake their heads wrongly.

Fang Jue on the side wanted to laugh when he heard this, is this the master teaching students to read? However, Fang Jue still knows the occasion, how can he use his own knowledge and cognition to judge the efforts of others, at least these composers represent the popularity of the time, and many people still like it.

Even the little girl who brought herself over to the back shop just now was humming at the moment, so many famous composers are rare, and the little girl must also like to compose music very much, so she will not let go of such a rare opportunity.

The most anxious thing is Qin Hongyan, her forehead is about to overflow with sweat, the back fang, which is not very wide, is overcrowded at the moment, and she is still talking out of breath, she is starting to look a little stuffy. But I still have to keep walking around and listening to the progress of the composers.