He is indeed Li Jing. Lin Feng saw through a swarm of large and small officials rushing forward, and suddenly found the current emperor who was surrounded by a group of fierce guards, and found that he was the person who was watching the scene among the guards last night.

If last night was a secret test, it seems that tonight will be a semi-public test of myself.

Like a strong wind blowing through the woods, everyone in front of them all knelt on the ground, calling them "Long live", Lin Feng followed everyone and knelt down, and found Li Congqian who was smiling behind Li Jing. Lin Feng was happy in his heart, this little guy might bring him immeasurable help.

"Everyone, please get up, today, we are celebrating Han Shuyan's return to the capital, and most of them are the old people of the East Palace in the past, you don't have to be polite, just feel free." Li Jing held his hands in a false position and asked all the kneeling people to get up. At this time, he was smiling and relaxed. It's no wonder that Li Jing was accustomed to the poetry banquet between old friends in the East Palace.

Everyone did not relax, and they kept hugging Li Jing into the main seat, and then sat down in the order of their positions. Because Lin Feng had no official position, he could only stand in the shadow of the first table on the left side of the hall.

"Today, Uncle Han's return from Xuanzhou is really a quick thing. I have ordered someone to send a song "Spreading the Huanxi Sand" to celebrate. Now, according to our old practice, each person will have a poem to cheer up. Time for a pillar of incense. After three rounds of drinking, Li Jing took the lead in speaking.

It seems that everyone is already familiar with this kind of feast and poetry. As soon as Li Jing's voice fell, someone had already gotten up and came to the small square table behind the banquet table, picking up a pen and writing, and next to each table, there was a scholar who was specially responsible for grinding ink and waiting.

Li Yu turned sideways and nudged Lin Feng, who was observing the crowd at the banquet: "Mr. Lin, it's up to you to come this round." Lin Feng was about to shirk it, but was pushed slowly but forcefully by Li Yu again, and had to walk to the desk.

Lin Feng thought to himself while gently wiping the brush in the inkstone.

In Lin Feng's memory, Li Jing and Li Yu's father and son are definitely in the same line, Li Jing once planned to build a study under the Lushan Waterfall as a hermit, but he succeeded to the throne, and Li Yu even named himself three hermits; In terms of literature and art, both of them are brilliant and deeply immersed, not to mention words. In Wang Shizhen's "Yizhou Shanren Word Commentary", he said: The flowers are still broken and broken, and it is wonderful to the father and son of King Li in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Feng Xu in "Song Sixty-one Selected Words? Example" praises: The word to the Southern Tang Dynasty, the two main works are on the top, in the middle and in the bottom, and the subtlety is extremely good, and it has never been.

Li Jing's words, sincere feelings, fresh style, unrefined language, should have countless good words, but the strange thing is that there are only four or five words left in the "Two Main Poems of the Southern Tang Dynasty", and there is only one poem "Ying Tianchang", one "Looking Far Away", two poems "Spreading Huanxi Sha", one of which is "Breaking Huanxi Sha" is also suspected to be composed by Li Yu. It's a very difficult mystery to solve.

Since Li Jing doesn't have many words, let's start with the name of the song brand he is familiar with, Lin Feng thought about it, and began to write quickly.

In a short time, each table handed over their poems to Li Jing. Only the old god Han Xizai was there, and he took a few sips from time to time without writing.

Li Jing slowly flipped through the pages in his hand, read them one by one and commented: "If you want to remember it, it seems to be a letter, and it is wide to refer to the later stage." The willow in the hand of the courteous hand, this is the southward branch. This poem is easy and shallow, from the heart, love to the flow of words, frank and natural, not rhyme, do not rhyme, do not use odd words, quite close to the previous dynasty Bai Juyi poetry style, must be the work of Dingchen. ”

Xu Xuan hurriedly stood up and bowed deeply: "Thank you for my emperor's praise, Xuan really doesn't dare to be it." ”

"But, Dingchen, why do you always insist on composing rhythmic poems instead of writing lyrics and composing music?" Li Jing asked puzzled.

"Your Majesty, the minister is very interested in text exegesis, loves the norms of the rhythm, and is always not interested in lyrics and songs." Seo Hyun replied.

"The way of lyrics and songs, the same observance of the rhythm of peace, has no taste, Dingchen, Dingchen, I don't force you, sit down, come, enjoy a glass of wine." Li Jing waved helplessly.

Slowly turning over a few pages, Li Jing didn't say it out loud, thinking that he was not very satisfied.

"Hey, that's a good word...... A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old, when will the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, the familiar swallow returned, and the small garden incense path wandered alone. Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar Yan returned! Good poems, who did it? ”

Needless to say, this is exactly what Lin Feng borrowed from Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sha", he aims to become famous, and what he brings is naturally a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages.

Lin Feng knelt two steps forward, bowed his head and said, "This is made by Lin Feng, a grass citizen." ”

Everyone was startled and was about to get up, when several guards quickly took a step forward and separated Li Jing and Lin Feng, Li Yu immediately said loudly: "Mr. Lin Fenglin is a guest of our house, please don't be restless." ”

It turned out to be Mr. Lin, this word is fluent, popular, beautiful and natural, with deep meaning, enlightening and intriguing. In particular, the couplet of "helpless flowers falling, déjà vu swallow returns", skillful and harmonious, fluent and subtle, good. Come and enjoy a glass of wine. Li Jing blurted out praise, "Previously, Chongguang had shown Mr. Zhenlin's three lyrics, I really like it, you should raise your head." ”

Hearing this, Lin Feng raised his head and looked at Li Jing calmly.

"The look is hidden, steady and indifferent, and it is really a romantic character. Come and enjoy another glass of wine. Li Jing is an interesting person who loves literature, and the more he reads this poem, the more he likes it, and praises it again.

"The grass people thanked the emperor. The grass people admired my Tang Dynasty style, thousands of miles to come, won a praise from my emperor, it was really difficult to restrain themselves, I had composed two songs on the way to escape, I wish to dedicate Qin to my emperor, but I am afraid of polluting the saint. Lin Feng took the opportunity to climb up the pole and began to implement his own guidance plan.

"Oh, you still know how to compose music? If I am accurate, I can score the score to the craftsman and play it on the spot. "Li Jing is even more interested, what else can't this person do? On the general trend of the world, the style of poetry, the training of reckless martial artists, and now, the matter of composing music has emerged, which is really curious.

At this time, everyone at the table was listening intently, the original lyrics had already shocked everyone, and Lin Feng's dedication made their hearts tickle. As for Han Xizai, he leaned forward with all his body and stared at Lin Feng with all his attention.

Lin Feng bowed and retreated, walked quickly to Li Ran, who had stopped playing, and took out the two simple scores he had written in the afternoon.

"Mr. Lin, why is your spectrum so weird, but I have never seen it." Li Ran got the score and immediately fainted.

"***,This is the genealogy passed on by the foreign teachers who made friends under the next,His 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 correspond to the palace, Shang, Jiao, Qingjiao, Zheng, Yu, Gong change seven rooms of my Chinese nation, this number is a descending tone, this represents a rising tone, this symbol represents the duration of ......" Lin Feng hugged his feet on the spot, popularizing the basic knowledge of simple notation.

"Oh, it's weird, but it's easy to understand. The old man basically understood, and tried to play a song for his son. Li Ran really deserves to be a master who has been immersed in yin music for many years, and he quickly figured it out and immediately jumped to try.