Chapter 617: The Rough Art of Music
In front of everyone's eyes, Gao Yuan was a little angry.
Dude doesn't sing, what do you mean by looking at me like that, are you going to throw two coins after singing?
With a faint smile, Gao Yuan said: "Your Highness, it is better to let Mr. Feng sing a few songs first, let me appreciate the musical art of the empire first, and also give me a little time to prepare." ”
This request is reasonable, although the prince wants to embarrass Gao Yuan, he can't be unreasonable in front of so many guests, and nodded when he heard the words: "Yuan Lun, then you can sing a song first." ”
Feng Yuanlun smiled and bowed, "Your Highness, I just happened to compose a new song, which has not yet been released. Today is a perfect day for Your Highness and your guests. ”
Everyone has some expectations, although many people look down on the profession of singer in their hearts, Feng Yuanlun is a well-known star singer, who has won several singer awards, and is a very high-profile musician. It is also a good experience to be able to hear Feng Yuanlun's latest song in person.
Feng Yuanlun had already prepared, took out a sheet of music and communicated with the band briefly, and was ready.
The band at the banquet was the best in the whole of the city, and the musicians were all seasoned veterans, and they each had a sheet of music and flipped through it, and then they played up their instruments.
Everyone held their breath and wanted to hear the wonderful works from Feng Yuanlun.
The sound of the "Zheng ......" piano, a passionate melody floated in the banquet hall, the song was first as clear as gurgling water, and then meandered into the river, rushed into the sea, the dynamic rhythm hit wave after wave, people can't help but imagine a magnificent picture.
This is a song about war, which is passionate and heroic, and many guests who have experienced war have a burning breath in their eyes, and it seems that they are carried back to the years of Rongma by the music.
"O passionate warrior, go to the battlefield! Beautiful wife, at home! How rich and powerful our country is! Great emperor, what a healthy ......"
Originally, Gao Yuan thought that the song was okay, but as soon as Feng Yuanlun opened his voice, it was also generous and magnificent, very loud, but this word was ...... If Gao Yuan hadn't endured it, he would have laughed out loud.
Qin Qi on the side also turned pale, and was also shocked by the straightforward lyrics!
From beginning to end, Gao Yuan and Qin Qi were stunned. This expression fell in the eyes of everyone in the empire, and they all had a big face, and their hearts said that it was really a dirt bun, and they were shocked by our music and art!
Feng Yuanlun's performance was very excited, and his rich singing voice was extremely tragic, and when the song ended, the audience fell silent for a few seconds, and then there was a burst of thunderous applause.
"Great!" many people applauded, while many more looked at the lofty with sympathy.
Feng Yuanlun is too strong, and this song is also written very well, how about it, Tubaozi knows the power of imperial art!
The prince was very excited, gave a thumbs up, and said: "Yuan Lun, this song is so well written! When will you release it, I will send someone to buy 10,000 copies and distribute them to the officers and soldiers of the Praetorian Guard to stimulate their patriotic enthusiasm." ”
When Gao Yuan heard it, this prince was not a fake fool, but a real fool. You are not the emperor, you are the prince, what do you mean by sending things to the Praetorian Guard, do you want to win over the hearts of the people and rebel? In the future, you have to tell the Chen family and the Su family to stay away from this melon goods, so as not to be affected!
Feng Yuanlun also said complacently: "In order to write this song, I went to the barracks for more than a month and spent a lot of thought. Your Highness can like it, which means that my hard work has not been in vain. ”
The two sang and harmonized as if they were talking about double reeds, and everyone also cheered and gave warm applause again.
Finally, after the applause was over, the prince said with a smile: "Mr. Gao Yuan, what do you think?"
Gao Yuan was stunned and said, "Uh...... It's very good, the rhyme is very stable, the four rhymes, it's amazing! It's a pity that Mr. Feng doesn't sing FREESTYLE. ”
"What is the Fris Dai Ao?" the crowd was puzzled.
"It's a kind of rap art in our universe...... Gadgets, not elegant. Gao Yuan coughed dryly.
"Hehe, it seems that Mr. Gao Yuan is very self-aware. The prince said lightly, the inclination is self-evident.
Feng Yuanlun said: "Mr. Gao Yuan, are you ready? I hope you don't be scared by me, I can't help but want to show off my new work, so I will sing this song." Now that I think about it, I should have chosen a song from the early days of the Empire, when the art of music was still very rough, and it must be more suitable for your tastes. ”
Gao Yuan was speechless, this song is rough enough, it is not even as good as a boatman's horn on the earth, no matter how rough it is, what is the difference between it and noise? Do you know that we have a kind of performance art called Mai, saying that people who shout wheat vulgar should come to the empire for a tour, and after going back, they will definitely deeply feel that shouting Mai is not performance art, but art!
"Next, it's time for Mr. Gao Yuan's performance, do you know how to score?" the prince's gaze turned to Gao Yuan, and there was a hint of ridicule in his tone.
Zhu Yu was in front of him, and no one thought that Gao Yuan could come up with any works. The people of the empire have this kind of self-confidence, even if there are a thousand and ten thousand universes, the art of the empire is also the highest level!
Gao Yuan said: "I don't know much about the music score, do you have a guzheng here, I'll play and sing it myself......"
"Just a guzheng?" many people pouted, and it was really very primitive music, and there was only one instrument to accompany it. Look at Feng Yuanlun's work, that is the use of more than a dozen musical instruments, just this kind of arrangement skills, do other universes have it?
Soon the guzheng was moved over, and Gao Yuan simply tuned the strings.
Playing the piano, Gao Yuan is still a little bit good. In the biography of martial arts heroes, there are various small achievements about "piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, hops", each of which must master certain basic skills to complete.
When you travel high and far, you will also bring these skills with you.
Seeing Gao Yuan's technique of tuning the zither, Feng Yuanlun whispered to the prince: "Your Highness, he seems to know a little bit of musical instruments. ”
"So what, it's just a zither. The prince said disdainfully: "A hillbilly is a hillbilly." I will let Wanrong understand that the kind of soil buns from the countryside universe only have brute strength and no taste. ”
As he spoke, the prince couldn't help but glance at the corner, and saw that a group of people from the Chen family and the Su family were sitting honestly, and they didn't mean to come over to join in the fun, so they couldn't help but be a little interested. He has done so much, isn't it just to humiliate Gao Yuan and avenge Su Wanrong for being taken advantage of on the Death Star, if Su Wanrong is not there, it will be a little unhappy.
At this time, Gao Yuan was ready, he sat in front of the harp, took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Feng's song is a song about war, so let's also have a war-themed work." The song tells a love story during the war years. In ancient times, there was a general and a gentle woman who made a private agreement for life. Because of the war, the two separated. The woman waited for the general for many years, but she had no choice but to become a nun and died in loneliness. Years later, when the general returned from the battle, he could not find the whereabouts of the woman, and people who knew the woman told the general that the woman had been waiting for him until the last moment of his life...... This song is called, fireworks are easy to cold, dedicated to you. ”