Mrs. Yu Guo leaned on the seat, held her cheeks and said, "I don't drink, I'm very good, waiting to see Wang Yuan write poems." ”

Mrs. Qin Guo was helpless, and glanced at Yang Zhao, Yang Zhao sighed and got up and came to Wang Yuan's side and whispered, "Brother Wang, are you better?" ”

Wang Yuan had a splitting headache, although the world was spinning, but his heart was still very sober, and when he heard this, he opened his eyes and said, "Please make me a cup of strong tea, the stronger the better, and it is best to put some vinegar." ”

Yang Zhao hurriedly ordered to go down, and after a while, a cup of strong black vinegar tea was served, Wang Yuan opened his mouth to drink, and his sour body was fighting, but the discomfort on his body was much better, and he wiped the sweat on his forehead and stood up.

Wei Xiaohou said: "Prince Wang, everyone is waiting, you won't ruin everyone's interest." If you can't write a poem, say it early, and we won't laugh at you. ”

Wang Yuan spat at Wei Mingchen and said with a black spit: "This vinegar tea is so sour." Wei Mingchen's face was angry, but he couldn't attack.

"Writing poetry is a daily routine for me, and I can sing sentences in my sleep, so what's so difficult? Since the little marquis likes my poems so much, how about writing a poem for you in the future? ”

Wei Mingchen was puzzled, Wang Yuan wanted to write a poem for himself, this is a good story, it is a fashion for the literati and celebrities of the Tang Dynasty to give poems to each other, Wang Yuan wants to write a poem for himself, this is an elegant thing. But something always feels wrong.

The people around were very interested and applauded loudly, but Wei Mingchen was not easy to refuse, so he said: "You love to write poems and give them to me, I don't care anyway." ”

Wang Yuan nodded and said: "That's good, the poem given to the little marquis is too easy to write, just open your mouth and come, listen to it: green bamboo shoots in the mountains, reed roots on the wall, what are the similarities between the two, Hou Ye Wei Mingchen." ”

Everyone was amazed, this poem was not literary, and the rhyming rhetoric was inferior, and they did not understand the meaning of this verse, what reeds in the mountains and walls were reeds, and they did not know what to express.

"It's also called poetry?" Wei Xiaohou Ye grinned and sneered: "I wrote better than what you wrote, and you wrote such a thing under the name of 'Xiao Li Bai'?" This is ridiculous and dead, and it doesn't insult Li Taibai's name. ”

Qin Guo's wife Yang Zhao and others were also disappointed, this poem is like a limerick poem in the market, there is no literary brilliance at all, it is hard to believe that Wang Yuan will only write such poems. However, Li Guinian sat on the side and was stunned at first, and then couldn't hold back the smile on his face, and laughed.

Yang Zhao asked, "Why is Mr. Li laughing?" ”

Li Guinian beckoned: "Don't say it explicitly, if Du Zhilang wants to listen, I can tell you quietly." ”

Yang Zhao came over with his ear, and after Li Guinian said a few words in a low voice, Yang Zhao was surprised, and finally couldn't hold back his laughter, Mrs. Qin Guo also wanted to listen, Yang Zhao secretly told Mrs. Qin Guo the meaning of the poem, Mrs. Qin Guo also grinned, looking at Wang Yuan with her eyes, although there was a look of disgust, but there was a hint of conniving appreciation.

The appearance of a few people secretly laughing quickly aroused the curiosity of others, and Wei Xiaohou Ye also felt that these people looked at him a little strangely, so he asked, "What?" Am I not right? Is Wang Yuan's writing also called a poem? ”

Yang Zhao said with a smile: "What the little marquis said is, it's really not good, Wang Yuan, if you want you to compose a poem, you can't fool us like this, you must always write a good poem, otherwise won't you ruin your reputation?" ”

Wang Yuan smiled and nodded: "It seems that the little marquis is not very satisfied with this one, it seems that the little marquis's vision is quite high, so it's okay, just rewrite the one." ”

Wei Mingchen rolled his eyes and said, "It's not that I have a high vision, it's that your poems are too bad, and anyone knows that you can't write well." ”

Wang Yuan said with a smile: "What I said is that it seems that if I don't come out with some real skills today, the little marquis will not let me go." Not...... Mr. Li, I would like to know what kind of rhyme is easy to get into the key, so I can write a few sentences according to the rhyme. ”

Li Guinian said: "The rhyme is changeable, there is no need to be stubborn, the son does not have to think too much, with good words, the tune has its own decay." ”

Wang Yuan arched his hand and said: "I see, it is an honor to meet today, and I am also very interested in the matter of music and rhythm, and I have also created my own tunes to entertain myself, but I know that I have no talent in this way, and I have benefited a lot today." ”

Li Guinian was stunned for a moment and said, "Will Wang Gongzi also make a new tune?" So why not let me wait for an eye-opener? Yes, with the wisdom of the child, how can such a thing be difficult to get a child. ”

Wang Yuan waved his hand and said: "How to get an axe in front of Mr., isn't this smiling and generous?" I just wish I could ask for advice in private. ”

Li Guinian shook his head and said, "No, I haven't listened to the tune, how do you know?" The old man is boasted to be the first in the world, but he knows that there are people outside the sky, and he has never regarded himself as more clever than all the people who love music in the world. For example, the Qingping tune you played just now from a master named Teresa Teng, the old man feels that it is no worse than mine. Now that you have mentioned this, today you must fulfill the desires of old age. ”

Wang Yuan scratched his head and said, "This is my mouth." ”

Mrs. Qin Guo was very interested, and said in a voice: "Don't twist the prince, if you have the ability, why not let others know." Hiding clumsiness is not necessarily better than showing timidity, there is a master here today, if you want to improve, wouldn't it be just right to ask the master for guidance? ”

Wang Yuan nodded and said: "It's very true, it's better to hide than to be cowardly, and show cowardice once today." The one written below is an antique style song, and it is called "Sleeve Bottom Wind. Green Sleeves. ”

"Sleeve wind? What an elegant name, sing it and listen to it. Mrs. Qin Guo said.

Wang Yuan said: "If you don't have a good voice, singing may cause discomfort to others, please be mentally prepared, and if you don't want to listen, cover your ears, so as not to make you unhappy." ”

Wei Xiaohou frowned and said, "Sing and sing, so much." ”

Wang Yuan smiled, put a wine cup in front of him upside down on the table, picked up a chopstick and tapped it a few times, and slowly sang:

"I'm thinking about it, and I'm not scared."

"Abandon me and go away, depression is unbearable."

"My heart belongs to each other, and the days go by."

"Relying on Qing, the earth is desolate."

"Green sleeves beckon, my heart is happy."

"The green sleeves are fluttering, and I am crazy."

"The green sleeves are shaking, and my heart is shining."

"Green sleeves are eternal, not my bride."

"I'm just snuggling together, soft and fragrant."

"I promise myself, why not sacrifice my life."

"If you want eternal life, you will repay it in this life."

"Looking back at love, look around."

"I have no hope for the people of Iraq."

"The other side is getting louder and louder."

"People are eternal, and their hearts are frosty."

"Rebuke joy and rebuke love, green sleeves are impermanent."

"The green sleeves are gone, and the flow is paid."

"I burn incense in my heart and send a message to God."

"My heart is still on fire, and I will not be extinguished or hurt."

"Standing in the middle of the wall, waiting for Yi to return to his hometown......"

Wang Yuan's voice is not good, but fortunately, the five tones are complete, and the tune of this green sleeve is already beautiful and mournful, and after the ancient lyrics, the lyrics and songs are one, which hides many shortcomings in the voice, and makes the people present deeply immersed in the artistic conception of the song and listen quietly. Even the boys and girls who were ready to find fault with each other fell into the center of the tune without distractions.

After a song, there was no sound on the seat, everyone looked sideways, and there was some admiration in their eyes when they looked at Wang Yuan. Mrs. Qin Guo held her heart in her hands, her eyes were confused, and her thoughts didn't know where to fly.

"This ...... Is this tune really composed by the prince? Li Guinian smacked his tongue.

Wang Yuan put down the bamboo chopsticks in his hand and said with a smile: "Has Mr. Li ever heard others sing this tune?" ”

Li Guinian slowly shook his head and said: "No, this tune has never been heard of in the life of the old man, it is not like all the tunes of the Tang Dynasty and even before, how can the old man feel that some tones seem to be a little strange." ”

Wang Yuan smiled and didn't answer, and said in his heart: It's not strange, this is a Chinese word from a foreign folk song.

Li Guinian frowned and closed his eyes to recall the tune, babbling out of his mouth, his head shook slightly, and he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "No, strange, strange." ”

Yang Zhao said: "What's wrong? ”

Li Guinian pointed at Wang Yuan and said, "Why isn't your tune the five tones of Gongshang Jiao Zhengyu?" How do I feel that there are more notes, well, there are two more notes, and the sound of changing the palace and changing the signs is added, and I will use this method, and I must be a master of music. Wang Gongzi, it turns out that you are humble, and you are so thorough in the study of music and rhythm, I suddenly understood just now. ”

Wang Yuan couldn't cry or laugh, what changed the palace signs, Wang Yuan didn't understand those, but Wang Yuan also understood that it was probably a slight difference between the seven-tone scale and the five tones of the palace Shangjiao Zhengyu, in front of a master like Li Guinian who was extremely sensitive to the scale, he knew the difference in the scale as soon as he heard it.

"Seeing and laughing, it is difficult to get into the elegant hall of self-entertainment."

"Is this still self-entertainment? If you study hard, then you can pay it back? Wang Gongzi, please record this song, and after returning to the palace, it will be accompanied by musical instruments, and His Majesty will like it. The old man can be regarded as having a long experience today, and Wang Gongzi can write nothing, but he also has such attainments in music and rhythm, which is really admired by the old man. ”

(The English folk song Green Sleeves is a very nice ballad, and the text quotes the ancient Chinese lyrics rewritten by a talented woman with the screen name Lianbo based on English lyrics, which is very tasteful.) Personally, I like the version in the movie "The History of Western Exploration". ）