Zhao Yanfei was very surprised to see that Zhang Xiaolin was not fascinated.

This is a special lyre, it is extremely difficult to play, to play with the mind, father Zhao Laihe can play a few songs at a time, and herself, playing a song of mountains and flowing water, has been crumbling, about to fall asleep.

Zhang Xiaolin was almost fascinated when he saw a song of mountains and flowing water, and his heart was shocked, and his divine sense swept the lyre, it was actually a spiritual weapon!

With such a spiritual weapon, why can an ordinary person like Zhao Feiyan actually play it?

Zhao Feiyan is definitely not a monk, Zhang Xiaolin can be sure, what is strange is the cold glance just now, as if he wants to see through himself.

Zhao Laihe was also stunned in the background, their father and daughter played the piano with this kind of idea, and they had played it many times in the academy, and every time the students listened to it, they had to indulge in at least one of the tea times before they woke up one after another. Although Zhao Yanfei's ideas are not as good as her own, there is no problem in playing a song.

The sound of the piano actually failed, which has never happened before.

The only explanation is that there are people who are so much better at music or ideas than they are!

After Zhao Yanfei went down, Shui Feifei walked up with a pipa in his hand.

The whole hall was suddenly silent, first, Shui Feifei's pipa belongs to Qinling Academy, and it is not inferior to the piano music played by Zhao Yanfei with her mind, Zhao Yanfei's piano sound into her own thoughts, can be fascinating, deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate herself;

If Zhao Yanfei is compared to Lin Daiyu, who is sentimental and weak, then Shui Feifei is Xue Baochai, who is cold and beautiful, and does not eat fireworks in the world.

Shui Feifei played a song "Plugged Song", "Plugged Song" is also known as "Zhaojun Out of the Stopper", the pipa is full of anger, such as crying, Wang Zhaojun's sorrow for his homeland outside the plug is vividly expressed, and many people in the hall shed tears after listening to it.

After the pipa, after a short rest, there were many talented poets, chanting poems on the spot, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Nanyang Wang Shao has always been like the stars holding the moon, he has admired Shui Feifei for a long time, he has participated in the Lantern Festival in the past few years, this time, I saw that Shui Feifei actually snubbed himself for a country boy, and was very annoyed.

At this time, someone coaxed: "Wang Shao, chant a poem." ”

"That's right, Wang Shao, hurry up and write a poem to capture the hearts of beauties. ”

Seeing that Wang Shao actually stood up, everyone applauded in unison, and even more good people immediately laid paper and polished ink to prepare the four treasures of the study.

Wang Shaoluo groaned, and he already had a plan in his heart, so he said loudly: "Everyone, the Lantern Festival over the years has been to meet friends with poetry, today, we will write a poem with the title of Yanfei's piano song or Xiangjun's talented woman's pipa song, how about it?"

"Good!"

Everyone applauded in unison, but Wang Shao looked at Zhang Xiaolin defiantly.

Zhang Xiaolin was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, if you give a poem, you will write a poem, what are you looking at me for?

Wang Shao walked over and said, "This son, I don't know which academy is a student? Why don't we write a poem and let everyone compare and evaluate, how about it?"

The words have been said about this, and there is no way back, Zhang Xiaolin thought about it for a while, I don't remember much of the poems describing the pipa and the qin, most of them are out of place, Bai Juyi's pipa line is good, but it is too long, and I can't remember it all. But the people had already reached the tip of their eyebrows, and there was no way out, so they stepped forward and said, "Please also ask Wang Shao to teach." ”

The two of them came to the book press together, and pondered while polishing their pens.

After a while, Wang Shao was already in his chest, so he said to Zhang Xiaolin with a smile: "I don't know the name of this son." ”

"Under Zhang Xiaolin. ”

When Wang Shao heard this, he wrote a poem:

"The Lantern Festival Lantern will hear the sound of the piano, and the poem will be given to Zhang Gongzi:

The sound is suspected to be Phoenix Terrace,

Qin Se Pipa fell asleep.

The beauty outside the Saiwai is empty and hateful,

Mountains and rivers wander in vain. ”

After writing, he laughed, put down the pen and looked at Zhang Xiaolin.

When Zhang Xiaolin saw it, this guy really had a few brushes, and in just a few breaths, he actually made up a song, the first sentence was naturally to praise Zhao Yanfei and Shui Feifei's piano sound and pipa music, like the fairy music of Phoenix Terrace;

The third game is to tell Zhang Xiaolin that Xiangjun, who plays the outer song, don't even think about it, you can only be like Zhaojun, and you can only leave grudges in vain;

Everyone said yes loudly when they saw it, Shui Feifei glanced at it from afar, but snorted contemptuously. Others don't know Zhang Xiaolin, but she has seen Zhang Xiaolin's poem, that Yongmei, there are more than 100 people sitting there, and no one can compare with it.

What to do?

In Zhang Xiaolin's mind, Pipa Xing only remembered a few classics, so he had to write them down, but people were sitting on the boat, but we were in the hall here.

As soon as the first sentence was written, everyone burst into laughter: "Haha, this is also called poetry?"

"yes, it's funny. ”

In the unbridled ridicule of everyone, Zhang Xiaolin was not surprised, neither arrogant nor humble, lightly smeared a little ink, and wrote the second sentence with a unique calligraphy, like flowing water on the paper: still holding the pipa and half covering his face.

The second sentence was written, and the laughter of the crowd stopped abruptly.

God, what a metaphor! Even if all the poems behind him make up the number of words, this one sentence alone is already much stronger than Wang's.

Zhang Xiaolin didn't stay anymore, he was like a whimsical all the way, and wrote a few sentences he remembered together:

The Lantern Festival will invite each other to meet, still holding the pipa and half-covering his face.

The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune.

The strings drown out the sound and thoughts, and say the infinite things in the heart.

The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

The bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult to go under the drift ice of the secluded spring.

The ice fountain is cold and astringent, and the condensation will never lead to the pipa break.

Don't have gloom and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time.

Why do you have to know each other when you meet, you are the same person who has fallen to the end of the world!

A total of 2918 sentences were written, Zhang Xiaolin couldn't remember it, and took a look, although it was some sentences excerpted from the pipa line, one sentence in the east and one sentence in the west, fortunately, they were all classic sentences, put together, and they were actually quite coherent and rhymed.

"Oh my God, I'm still holding the pipa and half-covering my face! ”

"Yes, there is love before the tune is made, and it will be a swan song for the ages!"

"Silence is better than sound at this time, my God, classic, too classic!"

"Why do you have to know each other when you meet, you are the same person who has fallen to the end of the world!

"Zhang Gongzi, I am the ...... of the Cui family in Chang'an City"

"Zhang Gongzi, my father is Li Shangshu, and we are the ...... of the Li family"

...........

Wang Shao saw everyone swarming around Zhang Xiaolin, his face was red and white for a while, and when he looked up and saw Shui Feifei bowing his head and snickering, he couldn't help but turn pale.