4-8 Fighting talents

Dong Xiaowan finished playing and singing "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", and said with a smile: "Didn't Hu Gongzi just say that he wanted to discuss the rhythm with the slave family?" Please also advise. ”

"I don't dare to teach, I learned a Western music score by chance, and now I will take it out and discuss it, and the pen and paper will serve." It seems that Hu Yimin has been prepared, although she is forced by her father to focus on Rishengchang's career, but she is an out-and-out music lover in her bones, with no less than ten precious guqins at home, and she has a deep study of musical scores.

Dong Xiaowan motioned to Xiao Yahuan to take a piece of bamboo paper and an imported pencil from the Song Kingdom and hand it to Hu Yimin, and then Hu Da's shopkeeper lay on the small coffee table next to the sand to write and draw, and it took a while to write.

Dong Xiaowan took the bamboo paper full of straight lines and tadpoles and looked at it several times, and finally shook her head helplessly: "Master Hu, what is this book-like thing?" ”

Hu Yimin smiled reservedly and explained: "This is a kind of musical score from Europa in the far west, which is a musical score recorded on five parallel horizontal lines at equal distances, marked with notes of different time values and other marks

methods. Compared with our commonly used "Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu" five annotation levels are much more complex, more able to reflect the tone of the high and low bass and various musical instruments, the rhythm covers a wide range, although it is not popular now, but it will definitely become popular in the future. This is the rhythm of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" that I recorded in staves. ”

"And something so magical?" Dong Xiaowan couldn't hold back the excitement in her heart, "Master Hu, you must teach this method to Xiaowan." ”

"It's easy to say, I wrote a booklet "Lu Lu Justice" in my spare time dedicated to staves, and I took the time to ask someone to send it to Dong everyone." Hu Yimin said.

"Then thank you, Hu Gongzi is so knowledgeable, and he can memorize the song of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" after listening to it once, which really makes Xiaowan admire, and he will have more contacts in the future." Dong Xiaowan was even more overjoyed when she heard that there was a booklet to give.

Seeing that Hu Gongzi was favored by the beauty, Hou Fangyu couldn't help but feel a little sour, and coughed dryly to remind her that there were still four guests here.

"I'm slacking off my sons." Dong Xiaowan turned around and nodded to the fourth prince of Jiangnan and apologized, and then said: "Xiaowan's song is finished, it can be regarded as throwing bricks and attracting jade, and now it's time for the guests to perform." ”

This is popular on the banks of the Qinhuai River is a new form of entertainment, the head of the Qinglou interacts with the guests in the nature of the salon, the host performs first, and then the guests according to their own strengths, or poems, or paintings, or singing, or pairs, in short, they show their strengths, everyone's heart performance ** will be cleverly stirred up by the hostess of the salon, so that the atmosphere of the whole party reaches a peak, which is much more interesting than a simple one-person performance, of course the four sons of Jiangnan know how to play, They have a show project ready before they come.

"Our four brothers did prepare some carving insect skills before coming, since Dong has an order, then I will be cheeky and ugly." Hou Fangyu said with a smug face, his eyes also glanced at Liu Ziguang and the others, and he said that he was offering ugliness, and he did it look like he was offering treasures.

"I also want to borrow Dong's pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." Hou Fangyu said that Dong Xiaowan's embroidery room in the qin, chess, pen and ink these things are naturally complete, and after a while, a good rice paper was spread on the desk, Dong Xiaowan personally sharpened the ink, and everyone also gathered around to watch Hou Fangyu perform calligraphy.

What to write about? Hou Fangyu is very talented in the end, his eyes glanced around the room, and he saw the "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" marked by Hu Yimin with a stave just now, yes, he waved a picture of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix"!

After making up his mind, Hou Fangyu gently supported the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand to avoid being stained with ink, waved Wolf Hao with his right hand, and wrote the snow-white rice paper. Hou Gongzi wrote down this handwriting for Dong Xiaowan on a certain day, a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day, and stamped his own seal.

"This was given to me by Hou Gongzi?" Dong Xiaowan pressed her chest and made a happy appearance, it was a customary rule for guests to give the hostess artworks, but every time Dong Xiaowan had to show such happiness, which also greatly satisfied the vanity of the guests.

Hou Fangyu nodded and smiled: "It's for everyone Dong." Later, Chen Zhenhui said: "My eldest brother easily refuses to give away Mobao, and Dong is the number one on the Qinhuai River." ”

"Oh, that little Wan is going to ask someone to frame it and hang it in my bedroom, and I will copy and study it in the morning and evening." Dong Xiaowan smiled, picked up the painting and looked at it intently.

Everyone also admired, even a semi-literate like Liu Ziguang could see that Hou Fangyu's cursive skills were really good, alas, the calligraphy of the ancients was honed from childhood, and it was not possible not to admire it.

Hou Fangyu was praised for being fluttering, Fang Yizhi and Chen Zhenhui on the side couldn't sit still, and they also asked to "offer ugliness", everyone naturally waited and waited, the two borrowed Dong Xiaowan's guqin, a fuqin, a poem, and cooperated with Su Dongpo's "Water Tune Song Head" in the melodious sound of the piano

Mid-Autumn Festival Pregnancy By":

When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu,

It's cold in the heights.

Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world!

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny,

This matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

"The poems of moon appreciation are often quiet and lonely, and the word Dongpo is as straight as ethereal in the clouds, hidden in the clear light. Expressing wine and asking the moon, there is the legacy of Mrs. Li's white wine fairy, which is full of fun. It's just that it is performed by two famous talents in Jiangnan, which is really breathtaking. Dong Xiaowan clapped his hands and praised.

Everyone was amazed again, Chen Fang and the others said a few words of humility with a triumphant face, and then Hou Fangyu said: "Our three brothers are really throwing bricks and stones, and the talent of the fourth brother is the best among us, he is really ready for a long time before coming today, I don't know what surprises are waiting for us." ”

"Oh, what talent does Mao Gongzi have to open Xiaowan's eyes?" Dong Xiaowan asked.

"It's just a small skill of carving insects, and I don't dare to go to the hall of elegance. Mao also said that he would wait for the four sons to finish their performances before making plans. "Mao Bijiang is obviously self-sustaining and talented, and wants to be a finale.

"We?" Liu Ziguang and the others were a little flustered at this time, they were not so well prepared, although they also studied poetry and songs, but in any case, they could not be compared with the four sons of Jiangnan, Hu Yimin was okay to excuse himself, he had already sold a hand of stave just now, and the other three people felt a little like catching ducks on the shelves.

Seeing their embarrassed expressions, the four sons of Jiangnan couldn't help but smile shamefully, and Dong Xiaowan persuaded: "A few sons should care, it's just a pastime for everyone, and the focus is on participation." ”

"Well, then I'll sing "Sifan", but it's the first song in this year's Mochou Lake Conference." Li Jun's little girl was young in the end, and she quickly overcame her shyness, and she wanted to show off in front of the idol Jiangnan Four Sons, so she was the first to come out and ask for a performance.

Everyone applauded and welcomed, Dong Xiaowan also played the accompaniment of the piano, and the little girl's voice was also very bright, but she didn't have her own characteristics, blindly imitating the eunuch's unique treble of this year's champion Wang Liuge, so although she sang with a clear eye, everyone didn't think it was outstanding, but just slapped a few times as if it was the occasion. This game can be regarded as a loss to the fourth son of Jiangnan.

"Since Hou Gongzi left Mobao, then I will also write a word, just write the "Water Tune Song Head" that the two talents collaborated on just now

Mid-Autumn Festival Conceived by "It". Peng Jingrong had no choice but to pick up the calligraphy she was good at to perform. A word is written quickly, and the very regular small block is like a knife and axe carving, and the brake is good-looking, but the regular script is far from having a high artistic content of cursive, and Peng Jingrong does not have a stamp to cover the payment place, and this game is a disadvantage.

Everyone's eyes fell on Liu Ziguang, this yin and yang face is the most inconspicuous one, and everyone is not very hopeful, just hoping that he will finish the performance quickly, so that Mao Bijiang can carry out the finale.

"What, I won't have much, so I'll sing "Man Jianghong" to everyone." Liu Ziguang really didn't have anything to perform, so he had to use the most familiar military songs to make up the numbers.

Everyone suddenly lost interest, although it was a good word from Yue Wumu, but it has been sung by soldiers over the years, and it is tantamount to a fool's dream to expect that it can cause such a strong resonance in Jinan Mansion by the Qinhuai River.

Sure enough, when Liu Ziguang finished singing "Man Jianghong" hard, only Peng Jingrong next to him was looking at him with a smile, and the four sons of Jiangnan were chatting together, laughing from time to time, and they didn't seem to listen at all, Hu Yimin and Li Jun didn't know where their minds flew, and they whispered something together on the top of their heads. Dong Xiaowan praised it very politely: "What an imposing Man Jianghong." After speaking, he turned to Mao Bijiang: "Mao Gongzi, you can't hide now, right?" ”

Mao Bijiang stood up with a smile and said: "Originally, Xiaosheng only wanted to dedicate his clumsy work "Xiangli Garden Occasionally" to Dong everyone, but when I heard this "cow boy" singing Man Jianghong, Xiaosheng also wanted to present an ugly Kunqu opera. ”

"But the collection of poems written by Mao Gongzi before the age of fourteen was praised by the eighty-year-old art giant Dong Qichang as the poet's "Xiangli Garden Occasionally" under the genius boy Wang Bo in the Tang Dynasty?" Dong Xiaowan said in surprise.

"Exactly." Mao Bijiang quite complacently took out a thread-bound book with a blue book cover and held it to Dong Xiaowan with both hands: "It's all written by Xiaosheng, and I invite Dong everyone to laugh." ”

Dong Xiaowan hurriedly picked it up with both hands: "Thank you so much, Xiao Wan must read it well." ”

They came and went very lively, making Liu Ziguang, who had just finished performing, disgraced, and sat back in the sand very boringly, waiting to watch the Kunqu opera that dared to open up the frontier.

Kunqu opera, also known as Kunshan dialect, is a kind of southern opera produced in Kunshan, Jiangsu, sung in the gentle Suzhou dialect to be more soft and beautiful, and the "Huansha Ji" sung by Mao Bijiang is the masterpiece of Liang Chenyu of Kunshan in the last years of Longqing. It was the staging of this masterpiece that expanded the influence of the Kun dialect, and the literati and scholars competed to use the Kun dialect to create legends, and the number of people who learned the Kun dialect increased day by day.

Today's "The Legend of Huansha" is a cappella without accompaniment, in the atmosphere without big gongs and drums, it can be beautiful and far-reaching, and the melody is more beautiful. It wasn't until he finished singing for a long time that he slowly eased up.

"If it weren't for visiting Dong and everyone together today, the three of us wouldn't have known that the fourth brother still has this hand! It's impressive! Hou Fangyu suddenly came to his senses and slapped his face violently.

"It's really lingering, around the beam for three days. Xiao Wan is ashamed of herself. Dong Xiaowan also praised.

Everyone also complimented them, but Liu Ziguang snorted and made a disdainful look.

His expression was seen by Mao Bijiang, and he remembered that Liu Ziguang ridiculed them for being dirty just now, and couldn't help but be angry, and said: "Everyone praises it, how can Xiaosheng's Kunqu Opera be compared with the Manjianghong of the "Niu Gongzi" Jin Ge Iron Horse. ”

"How can the fourth brother's Yangchun Baixue be compared with Qiu Ba's military songs, some people are just jealous of you, don't care, with our identity, what are you angry with a nameless junior." Hou Fangyu also noticed Liu Ziguang's expression, as the fourth prince, he thought that he had a lot of strength, and persuaded him to open up the frontier.

"Under the surname Liu, Liu Ziguang, not a cow. Is there a problem with the impostor's ears? Liu Ziguang said coldly, this kind of deliberately saying the wrong person's surname is indeed very impolite.

"Okay, okay, it's really an honor for Xiao Wan to meet eight sons today, in fact, today is Xiao Wan's last performance by the Qinhuai River, and since then, Xiao Wan will move to Suzhou Bantang. In the future, everyone will go to Suzhou to cheer for Xiaowan. Dong Xiaowan saw that the two sides were about to quarrel, so she hurriedly interrupted.

Everyone's attention was really attracted, and the famous Dong family was actually leaving the Qinhuai River, which was unexpected news.

"When to leave? I'll wait until we go to the pavilion to see each other off. ”

"Jiangnan Water Town is just right for everyone to live in, and I will definitely visit when I have the opportunity."

Everyone was talking around Dong Xiaowan, Liu Ziguang couldn't help but think of a song he learned in elementary school, when he was still learning this song in the Children's Palace, he also learned the guzheng by the way, looking at Dong Xiaowan's guqin and the impression of the guzheng is very similar, maybe it is a musical instrument, whatever, Lao Tzu also showed his hand, Liu Ziguang made up his mind, while others didn't pay attention to him, walked to the guqin and sat down cross-legged, and began to play and sing.

Everyone was eagerly talking around Dong Xiaowan, and suddenly a melodious piano sounded. Although it is a little rusty, the tune is indeed extremely beautiful, and the lyrics are even more beautiful.

On the side of the ancient road outside the long pavilion

The grass is green

The evening breeze helps the willow flute

Sunset Mountain Outer Mountain

The ends of the earth

Half of the acquaintances are scattered

A pot of turbid wine is full of joy

Don't dream cold tonight

Everyone was shocked, their jaws were about to fall to the ground, they had never heard such a beautiful melody, the words and sentences of the song were even more unique, and a poignant scene of farewell in the long pavilion immediately jumped in front of them, so vivid, so smart. And what surprised everyone even more was that such a wonderful song was actually sung from the mouth of a yin-yang-faced man who could only sing military songs.

"Good one, don't dream cold tonight." Dong Xiaowan somehow, there were crystal dots in the corners of her eyes, probably because this song moved her who was about to travel away.

"Where is the origin of this song?" Dong Xiaowan has been on the Qinhuai River for many years, and it can be said that she has heard songs and dramas all over the world, but this unique farewell song is the first time she has heard of it. The person who wrote this song must be a great talent, a real hermit-level talent, not only the lyrics are beautiful, but the music is also beautiful, it is definitely a rare masterpiece, compared to Dong Xiaowan's Phoenix and Kunqu Opera.

"It was a work made when I was eight years old, and it made you laugh." Liu Ziguang said shamelessly.

The four great talents in Jiangnan also opened their mouths wide and couldn't close them, and they could make such lyrics and songs when they were eight years old, is this still human? That's Wenqu Xing descending to earth! It must be this plagiarism!

"Your Excellency was able to compose this song when he was eight years old, which is really admirable, but there seems to be this song on a Yuan Dynasty music score handed down by my ancestors, and the lyrics are also very similar. I don't know if it's your plagiarized Yuanren, or your Excellency who plagiarized Yuanren? "Mao Bijiang said it clearly.

"The fourth brother's family has also been fortunate to see this Yuan Dynasty music score, a pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight. I still remember it in my heart, and it is really exactly the same as Liu Gongzi's song. It seems that Liu Gongzi came from the Yuan Dynasty. It's disrespectful. Hou Fangyu's brain turned extremely fast, and he immediately cooperated with Mao Bijiang to tell this lie more roundly. As readers, they can memorize the lyrics word for word after listening to them, and they can tell lies as if they were presentable.

"Haha, I didn't expect this Liu Gongzi to still be a traverser, the Yuan Dynasty crossed to the Ming Dynasty, or did it cross again, haha." Although Fang Yizhi didn't know if this score really existed, Hou Fangyu's sarcastic words obviously aroused his resonance, and he also ridiculed Liu Ziguang.

"Fuck I shamelessly plagiarized Li Shutong's works, these people are more shameless than me, and they actually play this hand!" Liu Ziguang finally had a chance to show off, and he was labeled as plagiarism, if it weren't for the presence of many girls, he would have drawn a knife and cut people.

"The surname is fake, take out your family's music score for everyone to see, now I'll go with you to get it, if you can't take it out, I'll see how you end!" Liu Ziguang said angrily.

"Why should I show it to you? When the time is right, I will naturally show it to everyone Dong. Mao Bijiang glanced at Liu Ziguang with slanted eyes and said disdainfully.

"Okay, okay, what does it matter who did it? The key is that a good song can reappear in the world, and this is the most important thing. Dong Xiaowan came out to play the round again, she still believed in Mao Bijiang's words, the Mao family is a family of poetry and books in Jiangnan, and it is normal to have a rare and unique book, but since it is a unique book, how does Liu Ziguang know? Is this really a coincidence?

Hu Yimin pursed his lips and didn't say anything, his words were obviously framing Liu Ziguang, but Liu Ziguang said that this was his work when he was eight years old, and it may be nonsense, the only possibility is that it was written by the Miss Peng next to her, but when she looked over, she saw Peng Jingrong's surprised expression, and it seemed that this matter had really become a mystery.

It seems that it is difficult to have a harmonious atmosphere at today's party, although Dong Xiaowan is big and muddy, Liu Ziguang and the fourth son's Liang Zi still got married, and Dong's last concert on the Qinhuai River finally ended in displeasure.

Although it ended hastily, the silver was still not missing at all, the fourth prince paid eight hundred taels of silver, and went first proudly, and there was also Liu Ziguang here who would account for it, and took out eight hundred taels of silver tickets, and there was a big mess in a stupid way.

This karaoke is really expensive! Liu Ziguang spat on the ground indignantly, snapped his fingers, and called a few taxis parked at the gate of the chaos.

It was the manpower tricycle of Ziguang Motor, and the drivers were all men with big shoulders and round waists, full of Jianghu spirit, but they were deliberately concealed, "A few sons, where are you going?" A coachman asked.

"Let's go back to the plum garden first." Hu Yimin said.

"Well, you guys go back, we won't bother anymore, and go back directly." Peng Jingrong said.

"Okay, then we'll see you another day." After saying that, Hu Yimin took Li Jun to a tricycle, and no one noticed that the coachman smiled evilly.

Liu Ziguang also got on a tricycle with Peng Jingrong, and after saying the address, he pedaled up on the stone pavement by the driver, who obviously didn't master the technology of the tricycle, and the direction was always off, Liu Ziguang said: "Man, did you go to work without training?" How do you attract customers with such a technique? ”

"I've been trained, but I forgot, you sit down as a guest, don't say more." The coachman said in a gruff voice.

The first rule of the coachman's code of the purple light car shop is not to collide with guests, this person is weird! People are suspicious all their lives, and they observe carefully, and the coachman's clothes are propped up very tightly, as if they are not his own clothes, and there are three red threads embroidered on the placket with the name "Xu Sanpi". Liu Ziguang saw it in his eyes, and pretended to ask very casually: "Coachman, what is your surname?" ”

"Lao Tzu's surname is Wang, what's wrong?" The coachman rode his tricycle crookedly, and replied indifferently, not knowing that a soft sword had been quietly placed around his neck.