Tian Zhiyu thought for a while and said, "Actually, if you want to adapt it into a song, isn't it more appropriate to have long and short sentences?"

King Jin sneered and said, "Long and short sentences are just things of the people of Xialiba, how can they ascend to the palace of literature?"

Luo Yuanqiu also said: "Although literature should not be divided into grades, but these long and short sentences have been popular in Goolan wine shops since ancient times, and the content is just talented and beautiful. ”

Tian Zhiyu found that this Luo Yuanqiu always likes to repeat a sentence, but compared with King Jin and the second prince, this person is very cute.

"Literature really shouldn't be graded, in my opinion, the reason why long and short sentences have been popular in the market for a long time and have not been taken seriously is largely because from the beginning, it has been positioned as a vulgar culture, and no mainstream people are willing to fill in the words, let alone promote it. In fact, the content of long and short sentences can also be family and country feelings, or they can be ambitious, if there are eunuchs or mainstream literary scholars who are willing to fill in the words, and by extension, over time, long and short sentences can also become mainstream literature. ”

King Jin said disdainfully: "It's easy to say, hundreds of years of customs, how can it be so easy to change? Why don't you fill in the gap, let me see how to be ambitious, what kind of family and country feelings?"

The second prince also immediately said: "Uncle is reasonable, since Zhiyu said that long and short sentences can be compared to poetry, then you can take a look at it on the spot and open your eyes." ”

Tian Zhiyu can feel that King Jin and the second prince are a little aimed at himself, King Jin is good at understanding himself, after losing, he lost face, and it is normal to hold a grudge, why is this second prince also aimed at himself?

He ruthlessly sold himself to the Beiyi people, it stands to reason that he should be dissatisfied with the second prince, right?

But now that you have to bow your head in the imperial society, Tian Zhiyu doesn't have the courage to challenge the royal family single-handedly, but in the face of the other party's aggressiveness, it's always okay to resist, right?

He lowered his head and pondered, searching in his mind for the poems and songs he had memorized, but fortunately, most of them were still in his mind, and it should be more than enough to deal with this group of people.

"Since the second prince and the king of Jin said so, then try to fill in a rhyme, if it's good, I also ask everyone Su to have a piece of music, if it's not good, I have nothing to say, obediently sneak out and go back to my cell." ”

The second prince and the king of Jin had already returned to their seats, and when they heard Tian Zhiyu say so much, they both smiled disdainfully, picked up a cup, and watched how he made a fool of himself.

Luo Yuanqiu, as the pacification envoy of Puzhou Province and the Taishou of Taiyuan, also went through layers of examinations to achieve fame, and then started from the most basic officials, and worked step by step to become a feudal official.

Although this feudal official is a little aggrieved, he is still full of economy when he was young, and his literary accomplishment is still there, and the few poems that Tian Zhiyu said casually just now can be called masterpieces, and I can't help but trust him.

Seeing that he was going to fill in a word and slap the faces of the second prince and the king of Jin with long and short sentences, his heart was full of expectations.

Also looking forward to Shi Guangying and others, they have also received cultural education, but it is all superficial, and they have always looked up to poetry.

And Dongyang Kingdom has always emphasized literature over martial arts, so every time they hear the discussion or poetry of the ministers, they can't help but feel inferior, and now seeing Tian Zhiyu makes Luo Yuanqiu admire for a moment, and the second prince and the king of Jin are obviously a little embarrassed, and they all hope that Tian Zhiyu will make persistent efforts and fight for Yunzhong City.

"It has been more than three months since I left my hometown, and what I have seen and thought in Cloud City and experienced cannot help but think of all the good things in my hometown, so this word is from the scene and the feelings, and the vulgar places, please forgive me," Tian Zhiyu said this, which really aroused homesickness, and recited emotionally:

"Blue clouds, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke and green on the waves. The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky receives water, and the grass is ruthless, and it is outside the slanting sun. ”

After reading Shangque Tian Zhiyu, he stopped, as if he was brewing feelings, and seemed to be waiting for everyone's careful experience, so that they would not be unable to keep up.

"Su Musha, good, the song of the former Tang Xuanzong, good, a few words will outline all the heavens, earth, mountains and sunsets, good, extraordinary, good," Luo Yuanqiu's voice was not loud, because the hall was too quiet at this time, his words clearly spread to everyone's ears.

"The soul of the dark country, chasing the travels, night and night, good dreams leave people to sleep. Mingyue Lou is high and recess alone, and the wine is sad and turns into lovesick tears. ”

......

Tian Zhiyu slowly finished chanting Xia Que again, and then slowly picked up the wine glass, as if he wanted to drink all his feelings.

The hall was quiet for a while, and it was Luo Yuanqiu who broke the silence, he also raised a glass of wine, and said, "There is such a good sentence, it is worth everyone to float together," After speaking, he didn't care about other people's attention to him, and he did it first as a respect.

The expressions of the second prince and the king of Jin were very complicated, they had to admit that such words were indeed extraordinary, even compared with the poetry of the Tang Dynasty, they were not inferior, but they couldn't praise it, so they had to drink frequently to cover up their embarrassment.

Luo Yuanqiu raised another glass of wine and said to the screen that had been very quiet: "Su family, can you compose the words of Little Brother Tian into a song?"

The hall was quiet again, and after a while, a pleasant voice finally came from behind the screen: "The slave family can only say to try it, for fear that I will not be able to fill in the song and insult such good words." ”

"No, no, the musical talent of the Su family is unprecedented, and only you are worthy of composing music for such words," Luo Yuanqiu turned around with a wine, faced Tian Zhiyu, and then said: "Taking advantage of the gap between the Su family's music composition, I will pay tribute to the little brother Tian on behalf of the world's scholars." ”

"Lord Luo, you are polite, I just touched the scene and wrote my heart, which is really not a masterpiece," Tian Zhiyu will not have a troubled conscience because of plagiarizing the ancients, he thought, since there is no beauty of Song Ci in this world, let me spread it to everyone.

Although Shi Guangying couldn't fully understand Tian Zhiyu's artistic conception of Su Curtain, he saw Luo Yuanqiu's constant praise, and the second prince and the king of Jin didn't speak like frosted eggplants, and he also understood that Tian Zhiyu did make a good poem.

He gently poked Zhang Bin beside him, and Zhang Bin, who was still immersed in pride, immediately understood, picked up the wine and got up and said: "What a good word, blue clouds and yellow leaves, isn't this the scene we see in Cloud City every day? Why can't I write such beautiful poems after reading it for several years? It seems that Brother Tian, you are really talented, and getting you is really a blessing for us in Cloud City." ”

Wu Xiujing on the other side also hurriedly complimented a few words, which made the second prince and King Jin, who were already a little embarrassed, even more at a loss, and lowered their heads and did not speak.

After about a cup of tea, Su Yijin's dreamlike voice came from behind the screen: "The slave family is not talented, try to compose the song of Tian Gongzi's Su Curtain, this song is based on the song of the former Tang Dynasty Jiaofang, if it is not good, I hope Tian Gongzi will forgive me." ”

When Su Yijin started singing, Tian Zhiyu only knew that it was good, very good.

He hadn't heard the Jiaofang song of Tang Xuanzong's time, so naturally he couldn't tell where Su Yijin was original and where it was changed, but everyone else here knew that after Su Yijin sang the song, there was a commotion after a moment of silence in the hall.

"A match made in heaven, a match made in heaven," Luo Yuanqiu, who likes to say repetitive words, still spoke first: "This song should only exist in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times." This word is only in heaven, Luo is lucky, and Sansheng is lucky. ”

Although the other Wenchen warriors did not praise as loudly as Luo Yuanqiu, they also whispered in private, and they couldn't help but nod and look at Tian Zhiyu.

The second prince sitting on the top finally couldn't help it, he got up again, and said: "This word is indeed a good word, and the composition of the Su family is also ambitious and not out of the ordained, but the word to rain you is still only writing about homesickness after all, and it does not jump out of the scope of parting from sorrow and hatred, and it seems that it is not compatible with the lofty ambition and family and country feelings you originally said." ”

He looked at the non-stop discussions of the ministers below, some of whom agreed with his words, and some who defended Tian Zhiyu, so he continued: "There are also many Tang poems that write about parting sorrow and hatred, so in terms of subject matter, it is not novel, those poems that are really inspiring through the ages should be as chic as Li Taibai, as depressed as Du Gongbu, or at least as Bai Letian, whether it is like women and children in the village." I don't know if it causes rain, can you still jump out of your personal emotions and write some unconventional words?"

As soon as the words fell, King Jin, who didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, immediately followed and said: "It is reasonable, it is reasonable, the husband is at home all over the world, and it is his duty to serve his family and country, this kind of poetry that misses his hometown cannot be compared with the poem of 'one body to fight for three thousand miles, and one sword has blocked a million divisions'." However, it is really rare for you to be able to write long and short sentences other than erotic love, and in time, you may be able to jump out of the love of children and write the momentum of the Tang Dynasty. ”

Luo Yuanqiu couldn't look at it a little, he already liked Tian Zhiyu very much in his heart, coupled with the resentment he had always had against King Jin, at this moment, he couldn't wait for Tian Zhiyu to slap King Jin in the face, the harder he beat the better.

"Although the words of Brother Tian are also the theme of nostalgia, they are not negative, not complaining, even if they are placed in the Tang Dynasty, they are no less than Wang Maha (Wang Wei) and others, not to mention that I have been in Dongyang for three hundred years, and no one can write such a work. As for the lofty aspirations and the feelings of the family and country, I have not experienced great twists and turns and tribulations, and it is difficult to feel it all at once. I don't think Brother Tian has to be embarrassed, you can do it if you can, don't be reluctant if you can't do it, just rely on that Su curtain, you should have a place on next year's literary and opera list. ”

Tian Zhiyu hurriedly arched his hand towards Luo Yuanqiu and said, "Thank you Lord Luo for your false praise." Lord Luo just said reasonably, without rich experience, it is indeed difficult to write from the bottom of his heart, if it is just imagination, it will inevitably fall into the situation of 'young people do not know the taste of sorrow, and they are worried about the new words'. However, Zhiyu remembered his master, he was also full of ambition when he was young, and wanted to make meritorious achievements, but unfortunately he ended up in a small mountain village. I know that he has infinite ambitions in his heart, even if he is old, he is still enthusiastic, and I still remember that day he drank a lot of wine and said casually, "Lying in a lonely village and not mourning, Shang Si is the national army Luntai." Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fell into a dream', I knew that the master was a martyr in his twilight years, and his heart was strong. ”

As soon as these four sentences came out, the audience was amazed, and everyone was curious, what kind of magical blacksmith this is, and how to read it casually, they are all famous sentences through the ages.

Tian Zhiyu continued: "At that time, Zhiyu was still young, and he couldn't fully understand the unwillingness and desolation in Master's words. So today, Zhi Yu doesn't want to express his ambitions for himself, he just wants to relive the feelings of his family and country for his master. ”

He deliberately lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and when everyone's curiosity was aroused and they looked at him expectantly, he finally spoke:

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp. Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the battlefield was an autumn soldier. ”

"The horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens!"

This time, Tian Zhiyu only paused slightly, so that the high-spirited words are suitable for reciting in one go, so as to play a shocking role.

Sure enough, everyone was shocked, and there was a sobbing sound gradually in the silence, Tian Zhiyu couldn't help but look towards the cry, it was still Luo Yuanqiu.

This aggrieved appeaser suddenly found resonance from Lao Xin's poem, and in just a few words, he expressed his life's grievances and sadness.

Although as a civil servant, he has never experienced the Jin Ge Iron Horse, but the ups and downs of his life have made this once arrogant genius understand that the danger of officialdom is far better than the swords and swords on the battlefield.

At present, Tian Zhiyu's words, although it is written about the samurai's talents, are not encountered, and it is very suitable to use it on himself.

So instead of exclaiming, as he had done the previous times, he couldn't help but cry alone.

The audience was quiet for a long time, so quiet that everyone in the audience could tell their breath.

In the end, Su Yijin behind the screen spoke up: "This song, the slave family thought about it, is there a suitable composition, I didn't think about it after thinking about it for a long time, I really can't do anything about it this time." The original song of the former Tang Dynasty can be used, but it is a pity that the song is more than imposing, tragic and insufficient, and cannot show the ups and downs of a person's life. Tian Gongzi, please forgive me, let the slave family go back and think about it, and see if they can come up with a song worthy of this word. ”

"Everyone Sun is polite, the song you matched for Su Mu is already breathtaking, if you can work hard to compose the music for this broken array, Zhiyu should be grateful. ”

"It is the honor of the slave family to compose music for Tian Gongzi, if Tian Gongzi is satisfied, please fill in a few more lyrics for the slave family, although the slave family is only shallow in learning, but also willing to do their best, so that this word and song are spread all over the world, and the long and short sentences are also justified. ”

The second prince, who had been quiet for a long time, finally squeezed out a smile at this time, and said: "The words to the rain are indeed wonderful, but I am lonely and unheard, and I underestimate the power of long and short sentences. But I'm wondering now, is it not just because you know how to make weapons, but also because of your talent?"

After saying this, all the mixed tastes in the second prince's heart turned into jealousy and hatred in an instant, and all this jealousy and hatred filled his heart for a long time, condensing into a strong thought:

Tian Zhiyu must die!