On the mountainside of Kongshan Mountain, there is a stone pavilion, called the Drunken Man Pavilion.

At this moment, outside the Drunken Man's Pavilion, the maple tree saw an old man in a brocade robe, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe and a jade crown, and a woman in a willow blue wide-sleeved deep coat.

The woman sat lightly behind the case, plucking the strings between her fingers.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "I haven't heard the eldest princess play the piano for a long time, today's scenery is just right, can the eldest princess play one or two, so that the old man and the county king can feast their ears?" ”

"Xu Guogong has an order, Luan Mei should obey the order," the woman who called herself Luan Mei said happily, "Actually, Luan Mei smelled a good work two days ago, the rhyme of the poem is different, born from the December drum song, Luan Mei has a poem as the master's instructions, it will be composed as a piano music, Guo Gong is my dynasty Confucian, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all fine, Luan Mei is trying to ask Guo Gong for guidance." ”

The middle-aged man in Lou Jin and the jade crown was surprised: "The masterpiece that can make Luan Mei and you also feel excited must be extraordinary." It's just that this December drum song is just a folk song played by small drums and erhu, and if you take it as the law, you can't help but be suspected of being a Riba person. ”

The old man in the brocade robe said: "Don't say that, the tune is just a tune, and the poem is made with it as the law, or it depends on the ability to write the poem, just like the same five words, some people make it that can last forever, and some people make it, just listening to it will pollute the ears." ”

The woman smiled and said, "What Guogong said is true, Luan Mei just thinks that this poem must be able to be remembered for a hundred years, so that she can come over first and recompose the music for it, or she can get some light." ”

The old man and the middle-aged man couldn't help but be moved, just because they knew that this woman was by no means an empty talker, and with her status and talent, if even she felt that the poem could be passed down for centuries, then it would definitely not be bad.

The old man smiled: "As soon as the eldest princess said this, the old man wanted to hear it even more." ”

The woman said: "The poem is perfect, but the music composed by Luan Mei may still have shortcomings, and I also ask the prince and the king for guidance." ”

At the moment, the maid next to her brought clear water, the woman washed her hands and burned incense, plucked the strings lightly, first there was a crisp sound of the piano leisurely dispersed, like the empty mountain spiritual rain, stirred the heartstrings of the listener, the kingfisher in the sky gathered unconsciously, the clouds moved with the sound of the strings, the breeze blew at this moment, shaking the ribbons and green bamboos in the distance, and the maple leaves that had not yet been dyed red in the near place danced wildly.

In the beautiful string sound, the woman sang loudly: "The sky is cloudy and the fog is coming, and the galaxy wants to turn a thousand sails to dance......"

The moment the piano sounded, the crowd at the foot of the mountain fell silent.

It was an incredible, dream-like feeling, as if the sky was open and foggy, the clouds were turbulent, and there seemed to be a galaxy surging, thousands of sails were exhausted, and the silk strings in the depths of the soul could not help but be plucked, so that everyone fell into an inextricable intoxication, and then, the song sounded, the clear stream was turbulent, and the romance was narrated, and the poems full of rhythm were like an illusion unfolding in everyone's mind, which made people unable to extricate themselves.

Suddenly, the string sound turned, ethereal, like a dream, and the singing voice of the mountain woman became more and more ethereal.

“…… As if the dream soul returned to the emperor's place, he heard the words of heaven and asked me diligently where I returned......"

This ethereal feeling, like a phoenix singing the river, the bright moon alone, makes people wander in the Heavenly God Palace, wonderful to the indescribable, moving to the incredible, only to feel that every cell is trembling, and even want a sense of reverence that wants to worship. And the sound of the piano and the beautiful singing are also at this moment, and the dream continues:

"I reported that the road was long and the sun was twilight, and there were no amazing sentences in learning poetry...... Ninety thousand miles of wind is lifting, the wind rests, and the boat blows the three mountains. ”

It was an ethereal singing, suddenly turned heroic, and the string sound also became flying at this moment, as if there was smoke and dust on the ground, suddenly rising to the sky, Dapeng spread its wings, passed through thousands of mountains, rainbow and rain, color through the clouds, Fu Lingyun did not hesitate, played flowing water without shame, soaring, stepping on the fairy mountain. After that, the sound of the piano was tactful, and the song and that song echoed again, lingering, and reverberating, and when he stopped, the whole Kongshan fell into silence, and everyone fell into that indescribable intoxication, and they couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.

Like this, after a long time, the old man's shout came from the mountainside: "Good! Good song! Good poetry! ”

Only then did everyone at the foot of the mountain react, they cheered, and some people shook their heads and recited the poem sung by the woman again: "The sky is connected with clouds and clouds, and the stars want to turn and dance with a thousand sails; As if the dream soul returned to the emperor's place, he heard the words of heaven and asked me diligently where I went. I reported that the road was long and the sun was twilight, and there were no amazing sentences in learning poetry; Ninety thousand miles of wind is rising, the wind is resting, and the boat blows the three mountains...... Good poetry! Sure enough, it's a good poem! ”

Such a magical artistic conception, such a unique rhythm, as if opening a new world, moved everyone.

Those who know a little about the music can hear that the qin song is changed from the "December Drum Song", but the "December Drum Song", which was originally only played by the erhu and the small drum, has been adapted by the woman, as if it has been directly sublimated, and has improved by many grades, and this poem is even more extraordinary, wandering between dream and reality, the scene is magnificent, magnificent, magnificent, majestic, and even has a refreshing sense of exploration that washes the decay of the poetry circle in the past hundred years.

"Who is the woman playing on the slope?" "Who wrote this poem?" ……

The students talked a lot, and some people even shouted, the one who can pop up such a fairy must be an unusual strange woman, and she must go to the mountain to take a look no matter what.

Song Junzhe knew who played this piano music, but he had never heard this piano music. But Xiaomeng was extremely excited, because she heard the voice of the sister she and her brother met the night before, she was still thinking, she didn't know where to go to find this sister, but she didn't expect to meet her here.

Song Junzhe knew the identity of the woman playing the piano and wanted to stop everyone from going up the mountain, but the woman playing the piano on the slope was a "beautiful woman", and everyone thought they were talents, how could he stop it? In addition, even Ning Xiaomeng begged to see the woman who played the piano, he didn't want to offend the person he liked, so he said to everyone: "Everyone wants to see that woman, it's okay, it's just that the woman on the mountainside is noble, please be quiet, wait for me to go up in person, and invite her down the mountain." ”

Everyone saw that even the prince of the county palace said this, it seems that the woman's background is indeed extraordinary, so they quieted down first, but, in this way, they have to meet this beauty no matter what, in case they are favored by the beauty, wouldn't it be a sudden climb to the dragon and the phoenix?

At that moment, Song Junzhe went to the slope, and after a while, three people went down the mountain with him, among them was an old man, and a middle-aged man, and soon, someone recognized that the old man was the great Confucian Xu Guogong, and the middle-aged man in brocade clothes and jade crown was Song Junzhe's father, King Hexiang County.

With the two of them, there is a woman wearing a veil, Lingyun bun, and a wide-sleeved deep coat, holding Yaoqin, and Na Wanting, although she can't see all her appearances clearly, she gives people the feeling that she is peerless, and she is captivating the country and the city.

Xu Guogong and the king of Hexiang County are here, and the sentient beings naturally dare not make loud noises. Song Junzhe bowed to the woman first, and said, "Everyone wants to know who made the song that Aunt Tang played just now, and ask Aunt Tang to tell me." ”

The others were surprised when they heard Song Junzhe call this woman who was at most his age and was afraid that she was younger than her as "Aunt Tang", and then reacted again, in their hearts, this woman must have been born in the royal family, but they didn't know which county king or the daughter of the prince of the country was.

Xu Guogong smiled and said, "Don't say that all beings are curious, even the old man wants to know." ”

The beautiful eyes of the woman with Lingyun bun looked around and said with a smile: "I was playing on the shore of this lake the day before yesterday, and suddenly heard that someone in the lake was reciting a poem on a boat, and the talented man chanted this poem 'The sky is connected with clouds and clouds', because this poem is really different, not a quatrain, not a rhythmic poem, but a music made by relying on music, so I asked it over and recomposed the music for it." ”

King Hexiang nodded and said: "Cousin, this song is well written, and this poem is really well-written, after all, who is this talent?" ”

For a moment, everyone else pricked up their ears, wanting to know which genius could write such extraordinary poems.

The woman in Lingyun's bun bowed her forehead slightly, her beautiful eyes turned around again, and she said with a little regret: "I thought that talented man would also participate in this parade, so I came to see him, but unfortunately he was not here." He is Ningjiang Ningcaizi, who made the "Long Song Xing" at the Yuehu Poetry Club at the beginning of the year. ”

As soon as these words came out, all the talented people were stunned, Gan Lie, Zheng Xiang and others looked at each other, they were still sneering at Ning Jiang who was not present for some reason just now, and they didn't expect to turn their heads...... For a moment, they only felt hot on their faces.

Others also looked at each other, especially the people in Tang Yu Academy, thinking of Ningjiang's hateful attitude of "the first talent in Tongzhou is not interesting" yesterday, they wanted to praise it unwillingly, but they couldn't say it if they didn't praise it, and they were all dumbfounded.

Xu Guogong said with a smile: "It turned out to be the talented man of the Linjiang case who wrote 'Qingqing Garden Zhongkui, morning dew waiting for the sun', not bad, not bad." Oh, I reported the long road at dusk, and there were no amazing sentences in learning poetry...... This son is really humble! ”

Gan Lie, Zheng Xiang, Lu Zhiyuan and others immediately remembered what Ning Jiang said yesterday:

- "My generation of scholars, you should be low-key, there is no first!" ”

They were speechless for a while!!

The woman in Lingyun's bun originally thought that Ning Jiang was also among the students, and she came down the mountain to see her, but now she saw that Ning Jiang was not here, and she also had a little regret, and after smiling slightly, she turned around and was about to leave with the qin.

At this moment, a girl's voice came from the crowd: "Wait a minute! ”

The woman with Lingyun bun turned around and saw that it was Ning Caizi's sister who spoke, Xu Guogong and the king of Hexiang County had also turned around, but they also turned around at this moment, and looked at the petite girl in the turquoise skirt with the others.

The girl was looking at the woman with Ling Yun's bun, on one side was everyone staring at her, and on the other hand was the beautiful sister who was about to leave, she was anxious, and suddenly exclaimed: "My brother likes you!! ”

The entire Luoyan Lake was quiet at this moment, and then there was an uproar. Bai Zijin was dumbfounded, Zheng Xiuxiu and the others widened their eyes, and they didn't know who this girl was After asking in a low voice, they looked at each other, both surprised and surprised, and then, everyone's eyes turned to the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman was holding Yaoqin, and even her neck turned red all of a sudden, and she was overwhelmed by this kind of thing suddenly.

Xiaomeng is afraid that she will leave like this, my brother likes this sister, and my brother falls in love with this sister at first sight, if she leaves like this, where will my brother go to find her in the future? At the very least, she wants to let this sister know, let this sister know that her brother likes her.

Xiaomeng wanted to be a matchmaker for his brother, but the others were sluggish at this moment, some people couldn't react at all, and some people slapped their legs and shouted, I didn't expect Ning Jiang to play this hand, and the first strike is strong? Song Junzhe was embarrassed for a while, thinking about Little Dream Girl, do you know who she is?

The woman with Lingyun's bun blushed, only felt that her whole pretty face was piping hot, and she didn't know what to do at all. Xiaomeng was afraid that she wouldn't believe it, so she quickly took out a Shu note: "This is a poem my brother wrote for you, and my brother likes you." ”

Xiaomeng was about to run over and hand the poem to the woman in Lingyun's bun, but Song Junzhe hurriedly grabbed her sleeve: "Little Dream girl, calm down, calm down!" Although other students have guessed that the woman is from the royal family, but the Great Zhou Dynasty has been established for hundreds of years, and the royal family has already branched out, in their opinion, this woman is most likely to be a county monarch or county lord, at most a county lord, but he knows that this woman's identity is by no means comparable to ordinary county lords.

If Xiaomeng collided with her, it would not be a joke, and even the Hexiang County Mansion with them would be implicated.

For fear that this sister would leave like this, and my brother would never see her again in the future, Xiaomeng was anxious, so he simply took the poem and read it directly: "Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting building, Guitang East; There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is clear! The Shu note was opened to the beautiful sister: "My brother's poem to you." ”

The students were silent at first, and then they were moved. Gan Lie, Lu Zhiyuan and the others looked at each other, all smiling bitterly, thinking that it was no wonder that Ningjiang couldn't even look down on the name of "the first genius in Tongzhou". Bai Zijin also sighed, no wonder Brother Ning dared to compare himself with the stars in the sky.

Song Junzhe was stunned for a moment, then let go of his hand and couldn't speak again.

Xu Guogong brushed his beard and said: "There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little understanding in the heart!" He shook his head and smiled: "What else do you say that there are no amazing sentences in learning poetry...... It's just sentence after sentence! It's too modest, this son is too modest!! ”

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[On the Shu note is Li Shangyin's "Last Night's Stars and Last Night's Wind", well, someone in the book review area has already guessed it...... You're so smart that it puts a lot of pressure on me as an author. T_T】