When Chen Yan returned to the front yard, the poetry club had already begun to be half an hour old. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"How did you go for so long?" Zhao Zongxuan asked curiously.

"I'm in trouble."

Zhao Zongxuan was stunned for a moment, a little unclear, but Di Yong understood, and said with a smile: "Lord Cao must be merciful to his subordinates." ”

Chen Yan was noncommittal and asked, "How long will we stay?" ”

"Scared?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I'm bored. I don't know how to write poetry and lyrics! "He came to see Zhao Jinxi, since his goddess didn't come, what is he still doing here? Waiting for Cao Huanting to plot against him? What's more, when he went upstairs just now, Zhao Zongbo didn't look at him well.

Today's poetry will be divided into three sessions, each of which selects a poem as the best, and finally these three talents come to the stage and compose another poem on the spot, and the best one is the leader of today's poetry club. Don't underestimate the leader of this poetry club, you must know that next year is the year of the big exam, once you can win this leader, it will be a lot of benefits for next year's big exam, not to mention Cai Xiang, Yan Shu and other literary heroes are present, if they are outstanding, they may be able to worship under their doors.

This first scene is themed on plum, limited to half an hour, and poetry is acceptable. Chen Yan didn't plan to continue plagiarizing, where he sat and watched singing and dancing with his brother, eating snacks, drinking tea, and wasting time comfortably.

The incense burned on the high platform, announcing the end of the first scene, and the main hall was in full swing to discuss and judge, this moment naturally could not be cold, so everyone heard the sound of the cloud board, and then a burst of piano sounded, more than a dozen girls wearing palace gauze skirts came to the stage, and then a woman in a white gauze skirt came with a guqin in her arms.

As the melodious sound of the piano sounded, Chen Yan felt that it was not good, because at this time, Chu Qian'er was playing the song "Heavenly Fairy".

"Ice and Snow Maiden Enters the Mortal ......"

What surprised Chen Yan was that Chu Qian'er's singing method turned out to be the kind of singing and singing style he taught Gu Qiaoxi in later generations, although it was different from the singing method at this time, but the feeling to everyone was extremely novel and unique, coupled with Chu Qian'er's tactful and beautiful singing voice, soft and clear voice, there was really a kind of realm of big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, and it was even better than Gu Qiaoxi's singing. Those graceful girls, dancing with the song, walking in the light clouds, looking forward to the brilliance, have already performed the realm in the song vividly, making people dizzy and breathtaking.

"Master!" Chen Yan couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Zhao Zongxuan sighed and said: "This "Heavenly Fairy" has been circulating in Beijing for more than a month, so I know that when I see it today, I know that there is really a sky outside the sky." ”

"Is that an exaggeration?" Chen Yan said this, but he really admired it in his heart, this Chu Qian'er's singing skills are absolutely top-notch, coupled with the graceful demeanor of the accompanying dancers, this "Heavenly Fairy" is definitely higher than the original singing realm of later generations.

At the end of the song, the joy was thunderous.

Soon, a family member from Liufu came to the stage and shouted: "Zhou Gongzi will give a reward, and the money will be twenty yuan." ”

"Chen Gongzi rewarded, and the money was twenty yuan."

"Zhou Yuan's reward is twenty taels of silver."

.......................

Chen Yan looked at Chu Qian'er who bowed down to thank him in the stands, and said in his heart that this money is too easy to earn, it seems that he is still too stupid, he has worked hard to open a small shop, and he has a consistent income in one day, and people will sing a song on stage for more than 100 times, this is the gap!

Zhao Zongxuan shook his head and said, "I can't do it, otherwise the third brother will try?" ”

"Try what?"

Although Di Yong is a decent person, he also understands the way of this, so he said in a low voice: "Naturally, I wrote a good word to give to Chu Qian'er, and I might be able to win his favor." ”

As if confirming his words, as soon as Di Yong's words fell, he heard the family on the stage shouting: "Mr. Qian made a new song and gave it to Miss Qian'er." ”

Chen Yan smiled, and said in his heart that your circle is really complicated, buddy, it's better not to get involved, it's good to be your own spicy hot little boss honestly.

Zhao Zongxuan looked at Di Yong and said, "There are everyone in the family, and the third brother can still see other women?" Right? ”

"No!"

In the noisy and noisy rewards, the results of the first game have come out, and Xinghua Huang Zhongyong's song "Fortune Operator" has become the best. The title of the second scene was then written on a white cloth and hung in the middle of the high platform.

Memory.

With the theme of memory, the scope is wide, and it is a little difficult to grasp the singing and the present, which is obviously more difficult than Mei in the first scene. Of course, Chen Yan didn't plan to make a move, but Zhao Zongxuan couldn't hold it back, and he couldn't hold it down, but he couldn't do anything. Although he is a child of the clan, he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he only knows a little about poetry and songs, so it is really difficult for him to make poetry.

Chen Yan and Di Yong smiled and continued to drink tea, Zhao Zongxuan finally couldn't hold back, lost the brush, and was quite resentful: "Third brother, can't you write a poem for our brothers to fight for?" ”

Chen Yan shook his head, there were not many poems in his memory, and he didn't want to plagiarize, let alone Zhao Zongxuan, even if the official family came today, he didn't want to write it or didn't want to write. Today, he came to see Zhao Jinxi, and even more so to increase his knowledge, but he was not in the limelight.

After a while, someone wrote and sent it to the main hall, and the subsequent masterpiece was naturally instructed to be sent to the high platform to be read aloud for everyone present to enjoy.

On the wooden building opposite, Cao Huanting looked at the opposite side with a wine glass, turned her head and said a few words to the maid beside her, the maid nodded, turned around and went downstairs, and went straight to the main hall.

Cao Huanting had a smile on her face, she looked glamorous, but as the famous saying goes, the more beautiful things are, the more dangerous they look.

Those who can sit in the main hall, except for Cai Xiang, Yan Shu and Wen Qixiao, the rest of them are also famous people in the capital. Wen Yanbo, Sima Guang, Lu Gongbi, Mei Yaochen, isn't that a well-educated person? At this time, a few people present were shocked when they saw the spirit of "Mulan Ci" presented by the maidservant, and they immediately lost their voices.

If life is only as it was first seen, all the past will turn into red dust and smile. Only the surprise and affection when I first saw it were left. Forget the betrayal, sadness, helplessness and grief that may have been. What a wonderful state of life. At first sight, stunning. Looking back suddenly, it was once in the sea. I'm afraid that the world has changed. Looking back suddenly, it is already a matter of things and people, and the vicissitudes of life. It's just seven words, but it has been full of joys and sorrows, love and hatred. I don't feel like this "Mulan Ci" at first reading, but after a careful taste, it has a long charm. It's like a jar of old wine roaring, which makes people have endless aftertaste and hook people's minds.

After a long time, Mei Yaochen said in a low voice: "Be the leader." ”

Several other people also nodded slightly, looking at Yan Shu, there are also many excellent works in today's poetry club, but those so-called masterpieces are all overshadowed in front of this "Mulan Ci".

Yan Shu is a master in today's Northern Song Dynasty literary circle, and he has created a graceful style, and his attainments in poetry are naturally unparalleled, so everyone wants to hear his opinion.

"Good! The old man couldn't write such an artistic conception. Yan Shu's words immediately calmed everyone present. Who is Yan Shu? That is Yan Xianggong, who can write helplessly and the flowers fall, and he seems to know Yan back, and his status in the literary circle of the Great Song Dynasty is still above Ouyang Xiu. It is already a great honor to be able to get a good word, not to mention that Yan Shu also admitted that he couldn't write such an artistic conception. Everyone was stunned, and couldn't help but want to see who Chen Qicheng was? !

It was Liu Qixian who sat with him at the end, and when he saw that Yan Xianggong had spoken, he ordered the people in the house to copy this poem and send it to the high platform for recitation.

Chen Yan couldn't sit still at this time, and was about to use the trick of urine escape, when he heard the Liufu family Ding on the high platform and said loudly: "Bianliang Chen Qicheng, "Mulan Ci". If life is free, ...... first sight"

"What the hell?!" Chen Yan stared at the high platform.

Di Yong and Zhao Zongxuan were also stunned, and said in their hearts when did their third brother make a poem and send it to the main hall?!

The person who stands on the stage and recites poetry is naturally not a simple family, but also a person with deep literary skills, so when reciting, it is naturally full of emotion, yin and yang, and very beautiful.

The recitation of the four sentences was completed in a moment, and the courtyard, which was originally a little noisy, slowly quieted down, and only the sound of everyone's breath was heard.