No matter how the anger churned in his chest, he still didn't dare to open his mouth to refute it, so he could only bury his head and let Zhang Yixian keep scolding. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This matter was originally a loophole for him to exploit Liu Fan's words, and if no one stood up and accused, there would naturally be no problem. But now a big man like Zhang Yixian directly reprimanded him in person, even if he has more reasons to stand on his feet, he doesn't dare to say it now. Offending a Liu Fan is at most a loss of face, if he offends the eunuchs guarding Nanjing, then it will be difficult for him to gain a foothold in Jiangnan. This point is very clear to Mao Bijiang.

However, Mao Bijiang is also a person with quick wisdom, and when he saw that things were not second, he hurriedly said sincerely, "Father-in-law Zhang is angry, the agreement between Hou and Liu Zongbing is only about miscellaneous learning, and Hou wants to come to this chess game is just a pastime and entertainment, and it can be regarded as a kind of miscellaneous learning." I didn't expect to break the rules! In this way, Hou is not better than chess skills! ”

"Hmmm! Knowing your mistakes can make a difference! Seeing Mao Bijiang happily admit his mistake, Zhang Yixian nodded with satisfaction, and didn't bother to continue to criticize any more. This is not his mansion after all, and Zhang Yixian does not want to leave a bad impression on the people of Nanjing in public.

Seeing that the two foxes, one big and one small, were playing in front of him in such a grand manner, Liu Fan had to cough twice and interrupted, "That's the case, so what is the next challenge of Mao Gongzi?" If not, please don't delay everyone's time! ”

Mao Bijiang glared at Liu Fan angrily, and said loudly, "Who said no, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting can't be regarded as a test item, then music and rhythm can finally be regarded as 'miscellaneous'!" Mao Mou will compare the rhythm with Mr. Liu, if you can win against me, you will win! ”

"Rhythm?" Zhang Yixian glanced at Liu Fan quietly with his eyes, and saw that he bowed slightly, so he nodded and said, "Okay, Mao Gongzi proposed to test the music rhythm, does General Liu want to fight?" ”

"Nothing to do!" Liu Fan smiled and quipped, "Since Mao Gongzi has put it forward, then the governor should play, although we are not good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, we still understand a little bit of this rhythm." It just so happened that Bendu made a few military songs for my broken army some time ago, although it was a little crude, but since it was a request from the impostor, then Bendu took it out for everyone to listen to! Little Tiger! ”

"Got it! My lord! Li Xiaohu hurriedly replied, and then shouted, "Brothers, it's time for us to behave, cheer me up, don't embarrass our captive army!" Let's go! ”

"Yes! Battalion commander! The soldiers of the pro-military battalion, who were originally responsible for standing guard on both sides of the ring to maintain order, quickly gathered together when they heard the sound, and stepped into the ring step by step with neat steps. The uniform pace and resolute and strong faces, although there were only fifty people, brought a great shock to the people of Jiangnan. The soldiers who are accustomed to seeing that chaotic life, seeing such a mighty army here, the senses of the people in Jiangnan can be imagined under the huge contrast, and they never thought that there is such a powerful army in the Ming Dynasty today.

"The wolf smoke rises...", the loud singing resounded in the sky on the bank of the Qinhuai River, and a song of the Ming version of "Jing Loyal to the Country" was added to the Ming version of "The Soul of the Chinese Army", these two classics from later generations appeared for the first time in the south of the Ming Dynasty. Although the times are different, the reason why a classic can become a classic is that it has a charm that never fades.

"If the Motherland suffers a violation ... The rolling Yellow River, the surging Yangtze River, give me life, give me strength..."The impassioned singing echoed in the ears, the simple melody, and the infectious lyrics seemed to contain shocking power. The people of Nanjing City in the audience seemed to be infected, and couldn't help but chant softly along with the rhythm.

The two songs with a very masculine spirit and military atmosphere, performed by a brave army like the Broken Army, seem to have more majestic momentum and unyielding spirit than the original song.

Liu Fan is also an extremely emotional person, and no one in this era understands the meaning of these two songs better than him. Seeing that they could bloom with dazzling brilliance in the coming end of the Ming Dynasty, Liu Fan's heart also trembled slightly. Under the surging blood, Liu Fan couldn't help but take the stage in person and sing a song.

"The Great Wall is thousands of miles long, and outside the Great Wall is my hometown. Sorghum fertilizer, soybean fragrance, gold everywhere and few disasters..."A "Ballad of the Great Wall" seems to be more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people of the Ming Dynasty than the other two songs under Liu Fan's affectionate interpretation. The Great Wall is not only a spiritual symbol of the Han people, but also a solid barrier for their survival. From ancient times to the present, once the Great Wall was breached by foreign races, the people of the Han nationality had to face the danger of extinction. Now, the chaotic situation of the Ming Dynasty, even in the relatively stable Jiangnan has begun to show signs. From the Wuhu Rebellion to the Yuanmeng invasion to the present, a tragic fate seems to be about to befall everyone.

"If it's sister, what do you think of these three tunes by Mr. Liu?" Just as Liu Fan was singing, Li Xiangjun on the guest stage quietly came to Liu Rushi's side and asked in a glutinous voice

Hearing the little sister's inquiry, Liu Ru turned his head and said, "General Liu's three songs are brilliant, and although the lyrics and songs are a little rougher, they are better than the sincerity of the feelings and the momentum. Linked to General Liu's identity, several factors are combined, and it is indeed a few rare country songs. As for the evaluation, my sister doesn't dare to talk nonsense, my sister still observes it with her own heart! Sometimes there may not be many people who appreciate the spring and snow, and the people in the lower riba may not be bad! It depends on who listens! ”

"Oh!" Li Xiangjun nodded in a daze, although she didn't quite understand what her sister Liu meant, she still decided to follow what Sister Liu said and observe it with her heart.

After singing the song, Liu Fan said to everyone with emotion: "This song was 'composed' by me after hearing the tragic experience of millions of people in Liaodong. As a soldier, not being able to defend the country and regain the homeland has always been the most painful thing for our captive army. Therefore, in recent years, I and the tens of thousands of soldiers of my Broken Army have been diligently cultivating their soldiers, practicing their skills hard, and rarely paying attention to the outside world except for going into battle to kill the enemy! Originally, I was reluctant to take part in this debate. However, for some reason, the princes of Donglin have been slandering and slandering my army. It doesn't matter if I'm scolded a few times. But I can't bear the insults of the soldiers under my command, how much blood has been shed for the sake of national stability in the past few years? How much did you suffer? What were you Donglin gentlemen doing when they were bloody and killing the enemy? When they shed their blood and died, where are you fellows who shout for the country and the people? What are you doing while they are starving and lying in the snow? Needless to say, I'm sure everyone knows it very well! Today, the reason why I stand on this stage is not to compete with the students of Donglin. I just want to use the facts to tell you that the so-called literati are not very noble, and the so-called rude warriors are not so despicable. What you can do, we may not be able to do. What we do, you may not be able to do. In terms of the contribution of the world to the country and the Ming Dynasty, I am a well-deserved hero! (To be continued.) )