Just as the scholars were eager to hand in their poems, Master Tang suddenly shouted behind him: "Miss Caiyun, please!" ”

Everyone stopped at the same time and looked over.

I saw that from behind the four-sided landscape painting screen behind Master Tang, a woman wearing a lake-blue cloak and holding a pipa came over.

The woman is not tall, she looks very slender, especially the waist, so thin that she can hold it, her face is small and delicate, she looks like a female middle school student in later generations, but it is not like the popular song of Qinglou.

It is in line with the aesthetic taste of the Ming Dynasty people, which is not much different from modern people.

Look at the beings in the hall again, all of them are giving their souls to their appearances.

The pipa was introduced to the Central Plains from the Western Regions during the Han Dynasty, and is the most expressive instrument because of its beautiful timbre and wide vocal range.

But because it is a foreign music, it is not elegant, because there is no Tang Dynasty in this dream, and the pipa has not been popular in the court, and it has only become the most popular music among the people.

During the Yuan Dynasty, the Mongols invaded the south, and a large number of West Asians entered the Central Plains, which further enriched the skills of the pipa and became the most important accompaniment instrument in Yuan opera.

Because of this, if the lyrics are not sung without a lute, they simply do not become a tune.

There are also a variety of ways to play the pipa, some with fingers, some with a pluck, and some with a prosthetic.

Probably because she was afraid of the deformation of her fingers, after Caiyun sat down, a maid came up with a brocade box, opened the box, and put a set of jade nails on her fingers.

I saw that Caiyun raised his right hand and pointed at the wheel.

"Huh!" A clear and soft music sounded.

Wu Jie didn't understand music, but when this sound came, it made his heart tremble, and he had a feeling of being all over his body.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of music like raindrops was incessant, soft and dense, making people a little breathless.

After all, Wu Jie is a modern person, just search on the computer, I can't find any music, it's nothing, I just think this woman's pipa plays well, it's very good, and it's comfortable.

But all the beings around him have been completely conquered, immersed in this beautiful music and can't extricate themselves, and some people's bodies even tremble with this raindrop-like lute.

Fortunately, this song is not long, with a "ding" sound, the aftermath is lingering, and finally some people will not be ugly.

At the end of the song, the sky-shaking applause.

Someone shouted: "I have heard Caiyun girl's piano art and singing voice for a long time, and today I heard your piano sound, and it was really worth the trip to my late life, and I asked the girl to show her throat, so that I could open my eyes." ”

"Yes, please have mercy on the girl."

Then there was a chorus.

But Caiyun had a flat face, ignoring the cries of all beings.

Seeing that the atmosphere was so warm, Master Tang was also proud in his heart, and said with a smile: "Everyone, it is not difficult to get Miss Caiyun to sing a song, just write a peerless song that is enough to impress her." In this competition, the top 14 were selected by the same adults and professors, but they were not ranked. After the first fourteen lyrics are selected, I will ask Miss Caiyun to pick out a satisfactory song from them, and the one who is selected is the first place in the scene. The old decay also gave out a hundred taels of color to be rewarded. ”

After speaking, he looked at everyone and drank: "Everyone, are you ready, can there be a word?" ”

One hundred taels, that's an astronomical amount, enough for ordinary people to eat and wear for ten years. Most of the people who came to participate in this poetry meeting were well-off families, but this hundred taels was still a heartwarming wealth for him.

As soon as the words fell, all the people boiled.

They all shouted: "Master Tang, we are ready, can we start, can we start?" ”

"That's it, let's deliver it."

Scholars kept standing up and put the words they had carefully prepared for the afternoon on the long case in front of Yang Zongzhi and Professor Fuxue. When he left, he didn't forget to look at Song Ji Caiyun greedily.

Caiyun still had that lukewarm expression, while Wen Tongzhi, Master Tang, and the professor of Fuxue looked at the manuscripts of the scholars, and then commented in a whisper.

There was a slight twitch in the hall.

Because of Caiyun's appearance just now, Wu Jie was a little distracted. Only when the scholars began to hand in the papers did he look down at the manuscript.

Over there, Wu Lun suddenly stood up, lifted the wine jug and poured a large bowl full of water, and then walked over. smiled kindly: "Brother Jie, the previous thing was that it was wrong for my brother, I knew that you returned to your hometown from Nanjing, but I didn't take care of it." This matter is my fault, come on, come on, toast you, it's a confession. ”

Wu Jie was a little stunned, how could this Wu Lun be so kind and respectful.

But you didn't come here with such a big bowl of sea to get me drunk!

It must be so.

Wu Jie stretched out his hand to block it, and said lightly: "Wu Lun, although we are both surnamed Wu, we have nothing to do with each other. In the future, you will take your Yangguan Road, and I will cross my single-plank bridge, and you will be exempted from drinking. ”

"What's the matter, Brother Jiejie won't give me face?" Wu Lun still couldn't help but move forward.

Wu Jie's side, Huang and Jiang Ersheng also stood up, whispered to persuade Wu Jie to drink, and wrapped Wu Jie in it.

Wu Jie felt bad and was about to push the three of them away.

Suddenly, the sea bowl in Wu Lun's hand splashed forward, and a large bowl of dripping wine was poured on the poem manuscript in Wu Jie's hand.

Miss Tang's poem was written on fine Jiajiang rice paper, and when it was drenched in water, it immediately rotted into a ball.

Now, even if Wu Jie wanted to copy Miss Tang's script, there was nowhere to copy it.

"You!" Wu Jie couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and was about to scold.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my hand is slippery." Wu Lun couldn't help but smile and stretched out his hand to wipe the water traces on Wu Jie's body, and then asked in a low voice: "Fool, Miss Tang's lyrics have been memorized, but if not, it's a pity!" However, with your wisdom, so many words, in a hurry, it is good to be able to memorize two sentences. ”

The hall was full of hundreds of people, and they were all busy handing in the papers, and no one paid attention to what happened to Wu Lun and Wu Jie.

"I see!" Only then did Wu Jie know why Wu Lun did this, and he was furious in his heart and was about to have a seizure.

That Wu Lun suddenly burst out laughing, his laughter was long and loud, full of pride.

The entire hall immediately fell silent.

Hearing the laughter, Master Tang looked over and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Nephew Wu Lunxian, why are you laughing?" ”

Wu Lun continued to laugh: "Shibo, in the afternoon, the juniors have already communicated with your colleagues, and according to the little nephew, there are no good works. The little nephew just wrote a "Linjiang Immortal", although it was unsatisfactory, he was confident to win the first place in this competition. ”

"Oh, Wu Lunxian nephew, you are so confident?" Master Tang was overjoyed: "Quickly hand over the manuscript to Master Wen and the professor." ”

"That is, I didn't have it by chance just now, but it didn't end up in writing, and listen to me read it to the two adults and Uncle Tang, please don't hesitate to correct it."

After speaking, Wu Lun cleared his throat and read aloud: "The light rain and light smoke are remnants, and the small building is fragrant and fragrant." The grass under the curtain is green, Sven is half-hidden, cooking wine and singing.

Zhiyuan is just like a cloud, and his heart is as high as the wind. Why bother with a micro-name? Three thousand verses, pointing to the top and listening to you. ”

……

"Good!" As soon as Wu Lun's voice fell, the scholars in the lobby cheered loudly.

At the beginning, Wu Lun said that he was confident that he would come out on top, but the scholars of Xinjin County didn't think so. Scholars in other counties of Chengdu Prefecture are dissatisfied.

But as soon as Wu Lun's words came out, he was all depressed, and he had to admit that this "Linjiang Immortal" was very well written. The annoyance was immediately replaced by surprise and admiration. While being convinced, I couldn't help but applaud loudly.

……

After Wu Lun finished reading, he lowered his head and whispered in Wu Jie's ear: "Brother Jie, for your brother, you will sacrifice your ugliness first." I also read Miss Tang's lyrics just now, it is really well written, Wu Lun is ashamed of himself! If you really copy it, you really don't have the confidence to get the first place. It's a pity, now you have nothing to copy, so you can only cheapen me Wu Lun. I'm also from the Wu family, and I'm your brother. Seeing that you are about to hand in a blank paper, I feel a little unbearable in my heart. Or, you beg me, I'll write one for you, so that I can cope with this scene. ”

"You ......" Wu Jie's anger rose in his heart, and he shouted: "Good means!" ”

Wu Lun smiled sarcastically: "What's next?" Wu Lun is a talented learner, and he is always nobler than a villain like you who eats women's soft rice and thinks of taking advantage of plagiarism. Miss Tang, that is our first talented woman in Chengdu Mansion, why are you worthy of others. The reason why this family business was decided in the past did not depend entirely on your father's power. Now, your eldest son Wu has become a lost dog, and he still twists others, what a thing! ”

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