He originally wanted to find a reason to stop Ying Wuji, but he didn't expect him to move out for the reason of direct Qianli cultural friendly exchanges.

was caught off guard, and Ying Wuji even inscribed the name of the poem on the stone wall.

"He Da Li Xian Xiang Accepts the Bride"

Luo Yan: "......"

Zhao Ning: "......"

Everyone present: "......"

Everyone gasped, and Mochizuki Lake could almost smell the pins dropping.

Luo Yan's marriage to a wife is not a top secret, after all, a few days ago, the Prime Minister's Mansion purchased happy things with great fanfare, and many people wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of Wenhui to shoot his horses, but ......

Mowgli?

Didn't he just be awarded "The Case of Quanmei" by the prime minister some time ago?

This set poem, I'm afraid it's not good!

Sure enough, Ying Wuji put pen to paper.

"Seventeen brides and seventy langs, with pale hair and red makeup."

Seeing the first couplet, everyone was silent, and the flat style was right, but it was too aggressive, and the sentences were lackluster.

If you can really make a level of "this song should only be in heaven", even if it is more aggressive, the prime minister should be able to endure it.

Can......

They saw Luo Yan's face gloomy, and subconsciously held their breath, feeling that there might be an accident at today's Wenhui.

Even Jiang Taiyuan, who was sitting on the main seat, was a little stunned, he knew that his little brother was fierce, but he didn't know that this little brother was so fierce!

Although the sentence "I want to be your father" behind the stone wall just now is more excessive, it is good to avoid people and not say anything, you still use such an aggressive sentence in front of so many people......

Who in this Jiangcheng doesn't know that the prime minister has an aging that does not match his age.

Obviously, Shou Yuan has been mentioned to be one hundred and fifty years old, and other civil officials are all old and strong, and the older he gets, the more energetic he is, but he is already gray-haired and withered.

just married a beautiful lady with this appearance, and the people know that they are a little old and uncultivated, but everyone dare not say it.

Come up and poke people's pain points!

And these two sentences are really not high-level, if the level is a little higher, it can be regarded as mutual greetings between literati, you ...... It's not appropriate to point at the prime minister's nose and scold in public, right?

Jiang Taiyuan rubbed his temples, worried about my brother to death.

However, at this moment, Ying Wuji continued to wave ink under the gaze of everyone.

The mandarin ducks are made into a double night,

A pear tree pressed begonia!

The last two sentences fell, and the Wenhui, which was originally audible in the pins, suddenly became lively.

"Wow!"

"Good poetry!"

"Pear blossoms, begonias, this picture ......"

"That last sentence is really the finishing touch!"

"Although, it's a good poem!"

Everyone looked at Luo Yan one after another, most of them knew about the grievances between the prime minister and the Qianguo proton, after all, the large-scale sealing of the book......

If there is no such last sentence, there is no problem for Luo Yan to reprimand or even sanction Ying Wuji, but with such a sentence, it is not good to be aggressive, so Luo Yan will not swallow this breath.

Not only are they looking forward to it, but even Ying Wuji is looking forward to it.

After all, this prime minister is too easy to explode skills, but unexpectedly......

"Haha! Good poetry! ”

Luo Yan stood up with a smile: "What a pear tree pressed begonias, then I thanked Gongzi Wuji for giving poems!" ”

His voice was calm, even tinged with a hint of joy, as if he really liked this masterpiece, even if there was a lot of offense in it.

However, his emotional groove still broke through eighty percent, and when he met Ying Wuji's eyes, the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, still revealing his inner unpeace.

[Fine]: +3

[Gas]: +30

[God]: +25

Ying Wuji pursed his lips, Luo Yan started too late, and when he entered the court as an official, he had already broken through the fetal transformation realm, which was comparable to the six-grade spirit fetus, and he cultivated to no longer advance.

But even so, the qi and divine attributes he dropped were still much stronger than those of the ordinary fetal transformation realm, at least to beat Jiang Taiyuan, the senior brother, could it be that this is all the credit of "Qi Cultivation Technique"?

It's just that this old comrade frequently breaks defenses, and he doesn't feel that his qi cultivation kung fu is not very in place.

Unfortunately, there are no drop skills this time.

It may be that the wave just now rose too high, making this wave unable to save energy.

Luo Yan smiled lightly and made a gesture of please: "This poem is excellent as an opening, with Gongzi Wuji Zhuyu in front, today's Wenhui will definitely be unique, please sit down!" ”

"Tsk!"

Ying Wuji shook his head and sat back in his seat.

Although Hua Chao was still a little depressed, he still gave him a warm and sweet smile, and said softly: "You don't have to do this in the future, I ...... It really doesn't matter. ”

The literati present couldn't help but secretly admire, thinking that they were worthy of being prime ministers, and their mental cultivation was really good.

In this way, the atmosphere of the literary meeting has been completely mobilized, and poems and paintings have come one after another, among which there are many masterpieces, after all, there are many talents in the world, and the song "A Tree of Pear Flowers Pressing Begonias" may not be able to occupy that place.

One poem after another was inscribed on the stone wall, and then one by one was cleared, and only the masterpieces recognized by everyone could be left.

But even so, the stone wall is almost full, but fortunately, the poetry meeting is also coming to an end.

Ying Wuji squinted his eyes, he naturally didn't expect this ridiculous poem to win the place, in fact, he really couldn't win it, but in this link, the two people he focused on didn't make a move.

Han Ti and Zhao Qi were both as stable as Mount Tai, and the former even half-fell asleep on the wine case and took a nap.

Could it be that they are all staring at the second stage?

Never mind!

No matter!

Ying Wuji gently patted the back of Hua Chao's hand: "Sister Hua Chao, it's your turn!" ”

"Hmm!"

Hua Chao took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and walked towards the stone wall under the gaze of everyone.

She got up with her, along with the singers who had already put on their makeup, and they all stood in front of the stone wall.

At one point, there was some turmoil.

"This ...... The flower girl is also here! ”

"Look at their posture, they're going to play opera again?"

"It can't be the second half of "The Beauty Case", right?"

"Shh......h

"It's really a bit unusual, Wenhui is a solemn place, how can you even enter opera?"

"What's wrong with opera? You're ......."

"Don't talk to him, look at his makeup, it's obviously not a Dali person, and the placket is embroidered with the lines of Jixia School Palace, these old antiques of Qi are old-fashioned, not to mention the lack of literary talent, and I always like to look down on this and look down on that!"

"You! My Jixia School Palace is the first school palace in the world, how can I allow you to ......"

"Jixia School Palace is no longer prosperous, and its reputation is all lost by you juniors, not only do you not feel ashamed, but you use the glory of your ancestors to show off your might, it's really ...... We are ashamed to be together! ”

"You ......"

"Cut!"

Luo Ming cut off, but he didn't expect these people in the Jixia School Palace to know nothing about the "bar".

But Ying Wuji's method is really easy to use, find a loophole on the other party and carry out personal attacks, as long as you stand on the moral high ground, this debate has already won seventy.

He turned to the stone wall, his gaze fell on Hua Chao's figure, and his face couldn't help but show a hint of anticipation.

If this opera is sung well and is recorded in Zhou Yuefu, then as the founder of the opera, she is absolutely qualified to go to Zhou Yuefu to serve, even if she has no real power, she can live in peace, so that even if Ying Wuji dies, she can ......

Luo Ming thought of the scene behind the stone wall, and his father should have thought of these too, so he didn't embarrass Yingji, right?

At this time, Jiang Taiyuan, who was on the main seat, also spoke: "Who is in the audience, composing poetry or music?" What is the theme? ”

"The little woman Hua Chao is a singer in Jiangcheng."

Hua Chao smiled slightly: "The little woman's work is both a poem and a song, but in the final analysis, it is an opera. As for the topic...... Before the death of the mother, she had composed a playbook, but was forced to interrupt due to serious illness, a few days ago, fortunately the son Wuji helped, and the little girl together to complete the opera, coinciding with today's old looks, so dare to take it out! ”

When she spoke, she didn't look in Luo Yan's direction the whole time.

But Luo Yan's eyes were already a little red, and Hua Wanqiu next to her, looking at Luo Yan for a while, and Hua Chao for a while, looked slightly dignified, not knowing what she was thinking.

Jiang Taiyuan laughed: "The good name of the girl's opera, the official has heard of it as soon as she entered Jiangcheng, but the inclusion of the new style in Zhou Lefu is extremely strict, and the girl wants to enter the house with opera, and she needs the consent of all the music officials!" ”

He pointed to the two rows of seats under the stage, and there were ten of them all officials from Yuefu's entourage.

Jiang Taiyuan smiled: "I don't know what the name of this opera is." ”

Hua Chao took a deep breath and slowly spit out five words: "Peacock flies southeast!" ”

"Peacocks flying southeast?"

The audience suddenly whispered.

In fact, when Hua Chao said that Ying Wuji helped, they already had some expectations for this opera, regardless of Ying Wuji's reputation in other aspects, they have never disappointed in terms of literary talent.

Serious poets can compose it, and operas can also be written decently.

Although it is useless in this world of great controversy, it is enough to appreciate it.

Luo Yan was also sitting on his lap, waiting quietly, but he didn't know if he wanted to see Ying Wuji's ability or the remnants left by his deceased wife.

Hua Wanqiu looked at him with a complicated expression, he seemed to sense her emotions, turned his head and forced a smile to show comfort.

"Ding!"

Hua Chao gently plucked the pipa, before the tune was loved, everyone's eyes were attracted to the stone wall, in the starlight and the reflection of the pool water, the open space in front of the stone wall itself is a natural stage, the movements of the people on it can be seen clearly.

"The peacock flies southeast, wandering for five miles!"

"Thirteen can weave, fourteen learn tailoring. Fifteen bullets and sixteen recitations of poetry. Seventeen is a gentleman's wife, and her heart is always bitter and sad. The king is a government official, and he keeps the festival unswervingly. The concubines leave empty rooms, and they often see each other rarely. The rooster crows into the weaving, and it does not stop at night......"

The voice is mournful and beautiful, and with the interpretation of several servants, it pulls people into the scene in an instant.

The whispering flower dynasty seems to be the woman in the song.

Luo Yan's pupils shrank, and he looked at Ying Wuji with some shock.

Yuefu poems!

What a deep foundation!

He had heard the story in this song told by his deceased wife, and he probably remembered the content of the story, but he was very sure that the original lyrics were definitely not like this. Ying Wuji, this kid...... There is such talent.

Hua Chao continued to sing downward: "The government officials heard it, and the hall enlightened the mother: 'The son has been thin, and he is fortunate to have this woman.'" Tie the hair with the pillow seat, and Huangquan is a friend. We have worked together for two or three years, but we have not been for a long time. There is no deflection in the women's line, so what is not thick. ’……”

With her singing, the story slowly unfolded, slowly unfolding the love story of Jiao Zhongqing and Liu Lanzhi.

Liu Lanzhi was diligent and diligent in her husband's house, but she was harassed by her mother-in-law in front of a good daughter-in-law.

The husband and wife have a deep friendship, but under the pressure of his mother, Jiao Zhongqing can only temporarily send Liu Lanzhi back to Liu's house, and promise to take her back.

Unexpectedly, after returning home, Liu Lanzhi was forced by her parents to remarry.

The sentences are extremely vivid and vivid, especially when Liu Lanzhi was forced to marry, many people felt resentment.

The young people present were all moved, and some of the young women had even begun to wipe their tears.

Even Hua Wanqiu, who was beside Luo Yan, was stunned for a while.

The story continues.

When Jiao Zhongqing heard that Liu Lanzhi was forced to marry, he was anxious, so he looked for it, but at that time, the sedan chair of the big official's family would arrive in another day.

A pair of lovers naturally did not want to separate, but they still had to be separated alive, but they did not bow their heads, but chose to go to Huangquan together.

One person raised his body to Qingchi, and the other hung the southeast branch.

In the face of many obstacles, it still realized the promise of "the king is the rock, the concubine is the reed, the reed is as tough as silk, and the rock is not transferred".

At last.

"The two families seek to be buried together, and they are buried together in Huashan. The pine and cypress are planted in the east and west, and the sycamore is planted on the left and right. The branches are covered with each other, and the leaves and leaves are communicating. There are two flying birds, which call themselves mandarin ducks. Raise your head to each other, and reach five watches every night. The passers-by stopped to listen, and the widow hesitated. Thank you to future generations, don't forget to be cautious!"

This ending made countless people feel a little sour, but they finally felt a little relieved.

After a song, there was no word on the field for a long time.

Ying Wuji looked at Hua Chao with slightly red eyes from a distance, and felt a little emotion in her heart, in the script left by her mother, there is indeed a similar story, although the level is a little far from the peacock flying southeast, but the core of the story is the same, enough to see how much her mother longs for this kind of unswerving love.

It's a pity that Luo Yan is too scummy.

He shifted his gaze to the other side, Luo Yan hung his head slightly, and Hua Wanqiu on the side was wiping his tears, but the look on his face was very ugly.

"Brother Ying! Did you write this poem? ”

Zhao Ning suddenly spoke.

Ying Wuji turned his head and saw her bright and enthusiastic eyes, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?" ”

Zhao Ning pondered for a moment: "The foundation is solid, the sentences are beautiful, the stories are vivid, the philosophy is profound, and there are few Yuefu poems in the world that can be outstanding!" ”

This evaluation has reached the extreme, but Ying Wuji still pouted!

Nonsense!

Is the music of the two bi blown?

It can be said that this Yuefu poem, except that it was not written by itself, has no shortcomings.

Ying Wuji didn't dare to say that he copied it, and he didn't have the face to say that he wrote it himself, so he could only hum and deal with the past.

Zhao Ning became more and more interested: "But I heard that Brother Ying has never had a favorite woman, and he has only had a good time with seven famous prostitutes in Qinglou, so why can he write such a moving story, could it be...... You already have a heart for this flower girl? ”

Rub, you can see it.

Ying Wuji grinned, if you want to say that this good sister is not rare, it is fake, but in her own situation, she is destined to be a man who wants to eat soft rice, and Hua Chao is in the shadow of her parents, so it may be difficult for her to accept sharing her husband with other women, and it is not good to directly stimulate the demons in her heart.

If you want to delay people like this, it's too scumbag, so ......

Wrong!

Ying Wuji leaned forward slightly, staring at Zhao Ning for a while, this desperate woman in front of her is the most powerful princess in the Li Kingdom, as long as the marriage is successful, she will be her wife, this is ...... Are you jealous?

The corners of his mouth raised slightly: "If I say that's the case, Brother Zhao shouldn't be willing to help me say kiss, right?" ”

Zhao Ning said with a smile: "Naturally not, since I have already promised Brother Ying, I naturally have to do what I say, not to mention that with Brother Ying's talent, it is normal to be more romantic, how can I be the kind of person who is cautious." ”

Ying Wuji: "Brother Zhao is bright! ”

What a good girl who is good at self-greening.

Zhao Ning was looked at by him, and he always felt that his eyes were a little weird.

Odd! How do you feel that the person he wants to marry is the same as me......

"Good!"

"Good!"

Jiang Taiyuan on the main seat clapped his hands and praised, with a smile on his face: "This Yuefu poem is simply beautiful, coupled with your novel interpretation methods, it is really a rare masterpiece, what do you musicians think?" ”

The ten musicians glanced at each other, and the one headed by them stood up and saluted: "We think that opera can enter the house!" The government ordered the adults to write the recital, and present the Son of Heaven! ”

It's finally over.

Ying Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Hua Chao again, and just met her gaze, even if she was far away, she was infected by the joy in her gaze.

Although it will take a long time from playing tomorrow to being delegated, Hua Chao has finally found her place, and Ying Wuji is also a little relieved in her heart, if she is still attacked by Luo Yan all day long, I am afraid that sooner or later she will die of depression.

"Very good! This order will be written down. ”

Jiang Taiyuan had a smile on his face, and continued to ask: "This time, this order thinks that it should be the "Peacock Flying Southeast" by the girl of the Flower Dynasty and the son of Wuji, do you have ......?"

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because in his sight, a figure suddenly went limp.

Hua Wanqiu was lying on the ground, her face was so pale that there was no blood, and her breath was also declining at the speed of light, as if she was about to die.

Luo Yan was shocked: "Wanqiu! ”

(End of chapter)