"Then please uncle, please play this song first, and then play this song, he will come to the door to thank you!" Lin Feng secretly said that it was a fluke, fortunately, as he thought, the craftsman who could accompany the emperor on the scene must be the master of the master, and there was no problem in this link.

"You're welcome." Li Ran said, already focusing all his attention on the score.

Immortal, immortal, Li Ran tried to play it twice, and immediately became familiar with it, and the music flowed out of the zither like flowing water.

In the softness and smoothness, it seems to contain a heart-pounding power, and the music hits everyone present like a tide. This first piece is "Motherland", which Lin Feng often played in his previous life, and it is a piece of saxophone master Kai Lijin who is not particularly famous, but is particularly interesting to listen to, which is full of deep nostalgia and deep love for the motherland and homeland. was played by Li Ran with a guzheng, which was more calm and dignified.

For a moment, the audience was completely silent, and it was the first time that everyone listened to an unknown tune so attentively.

Like a refreshing spring breeze, gradually fading away, the tone of the song gradually fell to the point of inaudible, and before everyone came back to their senses, several low and jumping notes continued to flow from the zheng. This is also Kelly King's famous work "The Joy of Life".

Li Ran flicked his hands, and his cheerful voice flowed out of the mountains like a cheerful stream of water, flowing over the rocks, bending over the corners, rushing into the plains, and walking happily all the way, jumping into it, chasing the waves, and running happily with the stream.

Just as the stream calmed down after flowing into the sea, the music gradually faded into silence, Li Ran stopped for a long time, and no sound came out of the hall.

"A good song, when it can be described as a lingering sound, it will not stop for three days!" Li Jing was the first to wake up from the shock. He was accustomed to listening to the mellow court music every day, and when he suddenly heard such a happy and cheerful music, he felt even more fresh, and he loved Lin Feng even more in his heart, "What are the names of these two songs?"

"The former is "Home", and the latter is "The Joy of Life." Lin Feng replied that he deliberately changed the name of the motherland to his homeland, for fear that someone at the scene would grab his pigtails on the grounds that he cherished his homeland.

"Good name. The meaning is long, and the affection is hidden in it, and Mr. Lin has composed a good song. Someone will come and give Mr. Lin a seat. Li Jing waved his hand.

At this moment, everyone immediately woke up completely from their intoxication, and what a glory it was for a commoner to be so praised by the Holy God today and to give wine and a seat repeatedly. Everyone looked at Lin Feng's gaze and suddenly became eager.

"Lin Gongzi is so literary and has good songs, and he admires him." At this time, Han Xizai got up from his seat, walked to the last table newly set up for Lin Feng, and brought a glass of wine to Lin Feng, his eyes full of appreciation.

Sure enough, this Han Xizai is very fond of promoting and rewarding backward people, and it is reported that he has always been unconditionally helpful to backward and talented people, and he has done all the things of giving money to the maid to sleep, so in his house, there are often people who ask for advice. Of course, if he encounters those articles with poor writing, he will make the female actor smoke it. When I saw the seeker, I deliberately criticized and said, "Why are you so angry with your masterpieces!" "It's a wonderful person.

Lin Feng naturally didn't hold it up, so he immediately got up and took the wine glass with both hands and drank it all. His boldness made Han Xizai even more pleased, and he sat directly on Lin Feng's table, not leaving, and wanted to have a few more drinks with Lin Feng.

At this time, Lin Feng's little apprentice jumped out again, it was Li Congqian, the Ninth Highness. He bowed down to Li Jing and asked: "Father, at this time, the sons and daughters also have a song to sing in front of them. ”

Li Jing is surprised, this Li Congqian has never loved this kind of occasion very much, it is very unexpected to come with him today, and now he has to take the initiative to attack, but to see what kind of demon he is, he nodded and said: "Of course I am right." ”

Li Congqian jumped into the hall, still holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand, and sang excitedly in his childish voice: "The sea is smiling, the tide on both sides of the strait, the ups and downs follow Lang to remember the present day; The sky is laughing, and there are tides in the world, and God knows who loses and who wins. The rivers and mountains are laughing, the smoke and rain are far away, and the waves are sweeping away the red dust and the world;

The breeze smiled, but it was lonely, and there was still a night photo left of pride. The common people are smiling, no longer lonely, and the pride is still smiling infatually. This is what he learned when he slipped into the Yanwu Hall on his own after he saw Li Yushen mysteriously pulling Lin Feng away this afternoon, he heard the two guards singing this song at the top of their voices, and immediately pestered them to learn.

Good apprentice, worthy of being my good apprentice, it's really time to come out! Lin Feng praised in his heart, and then drank the glass of wine that Han Xizai brought over.

"Okay, okay, my Jiulang will be so sonorous and passionate, but this song can't be composed by yourself, right?" Li Jing asked curiously.

"Of course I didn't write it, this is what Mr. Lin wrote a few days ago, and the guards in my sixth brother's mansion can sing it, and I can also like this song." Li Congqian immediately put his master in front.

It's Mr. Lin again! Everyone present turned their eyes to Lin Feng again, and heard Li Jing's words of "Okay, give Mr. Lin another glass of wine" in their ears. Everyone was stunned, a table was given wine by the emperor three times, which is a very rare thing since ancient times.

Li Jing, who was in the seat, saw that the scene was a little quiet, and immediately changed his words: "Mr. Lin is talented, everyone will naturally have the opportunity to appreciate it more in the future." Ladies and gentlemen, a few days ago, Feng Zhengzhong sent me a poem "Telling the Golden Gate" from Fuzhou, and I will read it to you. When the emperor spoke, everyone was no longer stunned, and they all looked at Li Jing intently.

"The wind suddenly rises, blowing a pool of spring water. In the mandarin duck incense path, the red apricot stamen is in hand. The fighting duck leans alone, and the jasper scratches his head and falls. All day long, I hope that the monarch will not come, and I will raise my head to smell the magpie. Li Jing said in a deep voice. He also wanted to suppress Lin Feng's limelight a little, but the people present were all old people in his East Palace, so he couldn't let Lin Feng be in the limelight alone.

"Good poems, good poems, the wind rises, blowing a pool of spring water, Lord Feng is really good at writing." Immediately, someone jumped up to build momentum, and everyone immediately echoed countless people.

"Your Majesty, why don't we take Lord Feng's "Golden Gate" as an example, how about another song for everyone here?" Han Xizai suddenly said loudly, and as his eyes stared at Li Jing, he quickly glanced at Lin Feng. His meaning was obvious, he wanted to take this opportunity to test whether Lin Feng could write good words again.

Today, after all, Han Xizai is the protagonist, everyone looked at each other, and it was not easy to save his face, and Li Jing could only wave his hand.

Looking at Han Xizai's smug gaze, Lin Feng smiled slightly, isn't this what he is thinking, this matter is really smooth today, and he immediately turned back to the small table and wrote.

After a while, everyone's poems had been handed over to Li Jing, but Lin Feng was still writing hard, Li Jing smiled and said nothing, hastily flipped through the poems in his hand, did not read them, and waited for Lin Feng's poems.

After a while, Lin Feng handed over a piece of his paper.

Li Jing couldn't wait to open it, and immediately read it out loud: "Spring is halfway, and the feeling is infinite." The twelve are idle and leaning around, worrying about the sky. The good thing is that the wind and the sun are warm, and the warbler and the swallow are lost. The flower curtains in the courtyard are not rolled, and the grass is far away. ”

This is Lin Feng borrowed from the famous female lyricist Zhu Shuzhen in the early years of the Southern Song Dynasty, that is, the one who made the famous circle words.

"The words are endless and the meaning is endless, and it is a good poem to read. Sure enough, Mr. Lin is worthy of him. Li Jing praised unfreely.