"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying..."

"Song of the Great Wind" again, Tu Jingang put down the microphone, and his performance ended here.

The scene once again burst into fierce applause.

"Three sentences sing the feeling of thirty layers, layer by layer."

"Teacher Tu Jingang's majestic voice, it's amazing!"

"It's a pity that I'm only halfway through the singing, and I still have a feeling of unfinished after all."

"Can't wait for the full version."

"Three sentences, it's really three sentences and one song."

"The musicians in other regions have all learned from Ye Mengmeng."

"Laugh to death, Lao Tzu is a count-level musician who just rose this year, I can't write a sentence like this, you are thinking about peaches."

"Sing a generation of emperors like rainbows domineering!"

「……」

It was only soon that the applause of the audience came to an abrupt end.

Because.

The accompaniment had already switched, and Tu Jingang also took a few steps back, leaving the stage to Li Yulou next to him.

Li Yulou smiled gently: ""Song of King Hexiang", thank you."

The audience listened to the music that suddenly became gentle, and they were all quietly waiting for the next song, the "Song of the Great Wind" just now was so good, so this "Song of King Hexiang" did not take off on the spot.

is still in the box of the literary bigwig.

Qi Hezhi, who was still addicted to "Song of the Great Wind", instantly looked at Tang Weijun with a strange face after hearing Li Yulou's gentle report: "You just said that you like King Xiang's "Song of the Fall"?"

The bigwigs in the literary world were once again attracted by the startled Qi Hezhi.

This time, he didn't even need Qi Hezhi to explain, Tang Weijun smiled bitterly and said: "King Xiang's army is under the wall, the soldiers are exhausted, and the Han army and the princes are surrounded by several soldiers. At night, I heard that the Han army was surrounded by songs, so King Xiang sang a sad song and a generous song, and the song was a few words, and the beauty was harmonious."

"The generous and sad song of King Xiang here refers to the "Song of the Fall", as for this "Song of King Xiang Xiang", it is Wang Xie's old trick and derived from the four words "beauty and harmony".

Regarding Tang Weijun's explanation, Qi Hezhi also nodded and shook his head: ""Song of the Fall" is the song that 'pulls out the mountain and covers the world, and the times are not good. If you don't die, you can't help it, and you can't help it! "You should all know that."

"Stretch it a little further, the name of the word brand [Poppy Beauty] refers to this Yu Ji."

"To correct it a little more, this "Song of the King of Hexiang" should actually be called "Song of the King of the Composite Item" in the historical world, or "Song of the King of He", I don't know if Wang Xie is confused."

"But it doesn't matter, Wang Xie knows that this is already very remarkable."

At this time, Nanjingyuan, who had been silent, looked at Qi Hezhi with a strange expression: "Old Qi, have you forgotten that Wang Xie wrote "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"."

Now, it was Qi Hezhi's turn to fall into deep thought.

It seems that the "Three Kingdoms of Qi and the Products of Qihe" that he opened at the beginning was the first draft given by Wang Xie.

But that's not the point, Qi Hezhi looked up at the stage and said with a smile: "Hehe, what, the jade building is ready to start, listen to the song, listen to the song."

……

Qi Hezhi was right, Li Yulou on the stage had already raised the microphone.

His gentle voice was like himself.

"A few thick strokes of ink smudge me in the corners of my eyes, and the rouge is dyed into an old color over time..."

The audience also expected this.

"Wow, that's the tune."

"Too gentle, too gentle."

"Hahaha, this is Mr. Li Yulou."

"Sure enough, there are other foreshadowing lyrics."

"Although it's a foreshadowing lyric, it also beats a lot of musicians."

"Actually, I'm looking forward to the four legendary sentences."

""Song of King Hexiang" refers to the words sung by Yu Ji before she killed herself."

"In the Peking Opera "Farewell My Concubine".

Yes, but Yu Ji doesn't have a part of the harmony."

"What kind of gods are these!"

「……」

And in the box of a certain opera master.

Li Su looked at it very seriously.

She even stared at the stage and said to Yu Zhi: "Senior brother, you said that when the time comes, if we sing "Farewell My Concubine", do you want to change Yu Ji's words?"

Yu Zhi also looked on the stage seriously, but he didn't forget to answer: "I have to read the four lyrics for a while, after all, "Farewell My Concubine" is an old drama, if you change it rashly, many peers and fans may curse."

Li Su sang from a small corner, and she naturally understands this.

So she nodded and didn't say anything again, just looked more seriously.

On stage, Li Yulou's voice was still gentle, and there was a hint of memory in his telling.

「... Waste, memory, no need to open your mouth to capture a me..."

It was also at this time that the audience suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and the accompaniment began to continuously cycle to advance the mood, and the traditional Dahua instruments began to join in.

And Li Yulou, who was singing upright on the stage, raised his hand slightly, and gently pinched his orchid finger with his bare hands.

The next moment, Li Yulou's gentle male voice suddenly turned into a graceful and melancholy danjiao play.

"The Han soldiers have been slightly~"

"Embattled Singing~"

"Uh-huh~"

"The king is exhausted~"

"Cheap concubine He Liaosheng~"

"Uh-huh~"

Twenty words, Li Yulou sang for 55 seconds, and after singing this short paragraph, Li Yulou regained his posture, and the song came to an abrupt end here.

But the audience didn't react at all, and they were still addicted to the artistic conception created by the twenty words.

It was 202 BC, in the later stage of the Chu-Han war, Xiang Yu tended to lose and was surrounded by the Han army.

Yu Ji, who was accompanying him, in order to make King Xiang no longer have to worry, suddenly drew his sword and danced, and sang with it, and then killed himself with his sword.

This is a rare tragic song of despair in history, and it is also a tragic song of love.

So, it wasn't until a few seconds later that sporadic applause finally rang out, and then the sky fell apart.

"Good !!"

"Absolutely!"

"One is rigid and one is soft, one emperor and one queen, ahhhhh

"Domineering leakage, and lingering compassion!"

"When is this song coming out?"

"These four sentences! Absolutely!"

"No wonder it takes so many sentences to foreshadow, it's worth it!"

"Ahhh Do it again!"

「……」

In the royal family's box.

The empress immediately looked at the emperor, who wanted to stop talking.

"You shut up for me, I'm finally moved for a while, don't say anything bad to me."

In the box of everyone in the quyi.