Yan Zhitui also drank a lot of wine tonight, and after sleeping habitually for a while, he saw Yun Ye standing in front of the chime, knocking the chime with a wine glass, casually and chicly, the old man was very happy, he hated those twisted and twisted turtle music, and he liked Hongda Yazheng's Ya music very much.

The two struck from the bass all the way to the highest note, and after the rendezvous, they toasted.

"Boy, can you sing?" Yan Zhitui took off his hat and asked Yun Ye with his bald head exposed.

"Of course I can, the kid's "Black Panther" is a must, as for the turtle music that has been panting for a long time, I can't get it, and now the Han family court is full of Hu music, and the kid doesn't like it."

Yan Zhitui was overjoyed to hear it, and finally found a bosom friend, his own children all like Qiuzi music, and regard it as a classic, and now I hear Yun Ye say that he doesn't like the music of the Western Regions, the more he looks at it, the more pleasing it is.

"Your teacher's generation of masters didn't teach you other lyrics and songs? "Black Panther" is an impassioned tune that young people like, and today's Shangyuan Festival, you make up a gentle and beautiful tune, and we will sing it. “

"Of course I taught, I hope that the family teacher's song will last a long time, and it will be a thousand miles together, which can be described as popular and regarded as a holy scripture by others." It's just that the guzheng needs to be harmonious, and the flute is good to sing. ”

"It's okay, Master Yan's guzheng is unparalleled in the world, can I play two songs, but there is no ruler, how to play? Boy, you should write down the ruler immediately, and I and Master Yan will read it again. ”

Li Er was very yearning for Master Yun Ye's immortal sound, and he was originally angry and ready to clean up Yun Ye, but when he heard that Master Yun Ye actually knew the rhythm, he was very curious, and decided to listen to the music before thinking about whether to be angry.

"The kid can't, he can only sing, the ruler has never been used, what is it?" Yun Ye glared at Yan Zhitui, the old man wiped his face, ignored Yun Ye, and said to the emperor, "Your Majesty." Let him sing it again. You come to write down the score, the old man is dazzled and shaking, and he can't do this job. ”

Li Er laughed and agreed, and the eldest grandson immediately ordered the palace maid to bring pen, ink, paper, and inkstone for Li Er to use. Waiting for Li Er to sit down, he picked up the pen in his hand, looked at Yun Ye and said, "Immortal lyrics." You must have the demeanor of an immortal, and if you fool me with other things, be careful of your skin. ”

Yun Ye turned a deaf ear to Li Er's threat, and he was stupid when he heard Hu Le, didn't he just want to be an immortal? Su Dongpo's words, plus the soundtrack of later generations. didn't believe it, so that Li Er couldn't hear the immortal popularity.

The eldest grandson likes Yun Ye's indifferent appearance the most, because at this time, he can always do better than he imagined, take the golden pestle, ring the golden bell, and the hall is immediately silent, and there are a few sleeping old men. He was also woken up by the eunuchs. I looked at the direction of the chime in a daze.

Yan Zhitui already had a thirteen-string guzheng in front of him, and he plucked it casually. Even after the audition, he lowered his head and prepared to write down Yun Ye's tunes, Yan Zhitui always thought that Yun Ye was a young man with a bit of aura, but after such things as engraving printing and making up poems, he didn't think so, there are thousands of people in the world, some are dull, and naturally there will be extremely smart ones, nothing is strange, Yun Ye is the kind of darling of God.

Yun Ye took a sip of grape brew to moisten his throat, and then said to everyone in the hall: "Today coincides with the Shangyuan Festival, and the kid specially dedicated a song for the longevity of the elders." ”

Li Er nodded, Yun Ye is not in every way, there is never a shortage of etiquette, and the eldest grandson is also waiting for Yun Ye to sing with a smile.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky? I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight? After only singing four sentences, Li Er slapped on the case, applauded loudly, interrupting Yun Ye singing, these lines were very in line with the requirements of his fairy poems, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Yan Zhitui looking at him very dissatisfied, and couldn't help but blush, waved his hand, and let Yun Ye continue.

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. 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, the height is unbearable, and I dance to find out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world. ’

When Yun Ye sang that the moon was cloudy and sunny, and people had joys and sorrows, and this matter was difficult to complete, Yan Zhitui burst into tears, although the guzheng had thirteen strings, it could not catch the lofty artistic conception of this song.

After Yun Ye finished singing, he said to Li Er: "Your Majesty is not a human text, this long and short sentence washes the state of Qiluo Xiangze, and gets rid of the degree of silk and turn; Make people climb high and look far, raise their heads and sing, dust can not be stained, dirt can not be added, the old man does not believe that there is anyone in the world who can compare. ”

Li Er nodded and said: "I'm afraid this is the tone of the immortals, the style of music is not like all of my Tang Dynasty, with a little lazy, a little helpless, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a fairy song, I am thinking, what kind of place is Bai Yujing?" When he said these words, Li Er's eyes had become blurred, and his thoughts had already crossed the mirror lake and moon, and he didn't know how to fly there.

"Phew! Wake up! Yan Zhitui's hand plucked heavily on the strings, and the five sounds sounded, which suddenly woke Li Er from his psychedelic aura: "Your Majesty, this is just a long and short sentence, you have always been as strong as a stone, why is a piece of music caught in a magic barrier, and you still don't introspect?" “

Li Er hurriedly got up, clasped his hands into fists and bowed to Yan Zhitui and said: "What Master Yan taught is that the late life was indeed confused by this song. After giving Yan Zhiyang a salute, he said to Yun Ye viciously, "How did you not be disturbed by the demon sound?" “

Magic sound? Yun Ye pointed to himself and looked around, the cultivated old men nearby were all closing their eyes and contemplating, even the queen. Those vulgar old men in the distance, drinking by themselves, were not affected by anything?

"Magic sound? This is a song that my master sang casually after drinking wine one day and felt lonely, how did it become a magic sound, the kid had already sung it dozens of times, and I didn't see who had an impact. “

"Boy, you're used to it, so you don't care, you look at those vulgar people in the distance, leisurely, at most I think this song is good, you look at these learned people nearby, which one is not addicted to it, the more knowledgeable people are, the easier it is to be confused by these lyrics and songs, but it doesn't matter, listen to it a few more times."

Yan Zhitui smiled and waved his hand, and said to Li Er: "The song is for listening, Your Majesty is not in your spare time for government affairs, it is not a big problem to listen to this song, and it is also an elegant thing to cultivate the mind and cultivate the nature of nature, it is also an elegant thing, because of choking and waste food, if you don't listen to this song in the future, your heart will be full of demons, if you listen to it often, feel the truth, taste the artistic conception, is the best of both worlds, and finally come to the situation of this kid, you can ignore all the five-color confusion, what's not good?" “

"What Master Yan said is reasonable, it's just that this kid's broken gong voice ruined the artistic conception of this song, I already have a feeling of burning the qin and cooking the crane, and when the banquet is over, I will rearrange this song and make it a national treasure of my Tang Dynasty."

Yan Zhi pushed the rat whisker and nodded and chuckled, stretched his waist and said, "The old man is already sleepy, Your Majesty, Weichen will retire." After speaking, he beckoned to Yun Ye and motioned for Yun Ye to help him out.

The eldest grandson watched Yun Ye and Yan Zhitui smile and leave, ready to ask Yun Ye about Bai Yujing, it seems that he can't ask today.

Master Yun Ye's "A Pang Gong Fu" is still in the emperor's study, and there are a few poems that Yun Ye made up in it, plus tonight's soul-seducing song, the eldest grandson has already decided from his heart that Bai Yujing must be a zài, because these words have different styles and meanings, if it is made by one person, it is a strange thing, and the gods are not good!

Out of the palace, Yan Zhitui was reluctant to take his own ox cart, so he asked Yun Ye to give him a ride, and waited for the old man to get into the carriage, Yun Ye got in, and as soon as he entered, he saw Yan Zhitui's pair of shining eyes, yes, who is a hundred-year-old man with such eyes.

"Boy, is there really an unknowable place in this world? If there really is an overseas fairy mountain, how beautiful would it be? “

"Old man, don't dream, Penglai, abbot, I've been there, it's two broken islands, there is no elixir of immortality on them, there are only grass and those poisonous snakes that drill around, and there are monkeys all over the mountain, and I was cheated of a lot of money."

Yan Zhitui saw that Yun Ye didn't mean to joke at all, so he sighed and said: "Those words really don't belong to the world, Yun Ye, I hope what you said is right, there are no overseas immortal mountains, and there are no immortal caves, otherwise, the consequences are unpredictable. “

"Master Yan, those words kid is sure to tell you, that is the text of the world, you can't write it, it doesn't mean that others can't write it, I've seen a master of writing poetry, his poems are like gushing out of his mouth, drink a big jar of wine, how many poems do you want, that is also open your mouth to come, the kid believes that as long as the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty continues for another hundred years, such characters will definitely appear, and once it comes out, it will be all over the world, at that time, you look at these poems, he is a good poem, Why do you have nothing to do and move closer to the gods and ghosts, who said that there are monsters, sue me, I'll take a look. “

Yan Zhitui looked at Yun Ye with a strange expression and said, "How do you know that after a hundred and ten years, this kind of great talent will emerge in large numbers?" “

"Old man, there is a subject called physics in the knowledge of the boy, I used to call them Kewu, and then changed to this name, there is a kind of truth, called quantitative change induces qualitative change, as the number of readers becomes more, there are more poets, there will always be some particularly excellent poems in the middle of the vast sea of poems, and poets, there is nothing strange, you are old, live another hundred years, you can definitely see this kind of amazing and brilliant characters." (To be continued.) )

PS: The second section is today's high school entrance examination, so forgive me for the late update!