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"Clothed in splendor, spears vertical and horizontal, iron bones in tenderness, and fall at the peak. I just don't know what the name of this song is?"

Wei Gong and Du Xuezheng looked at each other and smiled, and the relationship, which was still a little rusty, suddenly became very close, as if they had forgotten their New Year's friends!

And Wei Gong's question is also something that everyone present is eager to know.

"The nickname of the children's language, Zheng Zheng iron bones.

The Russian willows fluttered, as if they were frightened.

Climb high and look far and near, and the mountains are falling.

This piano is unique, this song is amazing, and it is really worth the trip to be able to hear such a song. Someone sighed.

"By the way, in the next Huiji Guo Huai, Guo Zhongying, I have seen Zhang Gongzi, dare to ask Zhang Gongzi, what is the name of this song?"

Moreover, looking at his demeanor, it seems that he already has the answer in his heart, but it has yet to be verified!

"The little woman is also very curious, and I ask the son to tell me!" In the pavilion, Wei Lingxue's soft voice came.

Zhang Xuan glanced around, looking at the curious crowd, Wu Shuizhi with a gloomy face, Ma Wencai with an ugly face, the shocked Sun Wang and the little girl with a proud and adoring face, and slowly spit out three words: "Guangling San!"

That's right, it's Guangling San, if "Jieshi Tune-Youlan" is the pioneering work of qin music, and "Alpine Flowing Water" is a famous work, then "Guangling San" is the pinnacle, and as far as Zhang Xuan knows, the world's "Guangling San" music score has long been lost four hundred years ago!

"What?" Except for the little girl who didn't know what Guangling was scattering, no matter what the mood of the others was, they all turned into disbelief at this time.

"But "Nie Zheng's Assassination of King Han's Song"?"

"But Uncle Yegong's "Guangling San"?"

After the shock, a series of questions were thrown over!

"Impossible, Guanglingsan was lost with a fire in Weiyang Palace four hundred years ago, how could it be obtained by you!" Ma Wencai was even more shocked to stand up.

"Yes, Zhang Xuan, I can understand the mood of wanting to be famous, but don't offend the ancient sages!" Sun Simiao next to him also followed with a lecture in the tone of a senior.

As a dogleg, especially a dogleg who has made a mistake and lost face, he naturally has to keep up with the pace of his master.

"Zhang Gongzi, is this really the lost "Guangling San"?" Wei Lingxue asked in a trembling voice, but his tone was diametrically opposed to the master and servant of the Ma family, although it was a question, it was full of excitement and expectation.

You must know that a new piece of qin music, no matter how amazing it is, cannot be compared with Guanglingsan, a famous song that has been lost for 400 years! This is like porcelain, the porcelain made in modern times, no matter how exquisite, is better than the last broken bowl with a story just dug out of the soil, which is the precipitation of history and the inheritance of culture!

"Yes!" Zhang Xuan directly ignored Ma Wencai and Sun Simiao, and replied to the pavilion.

"Wow!"

"Really, really?"

"Is it really Guanglingsan?"

Hearing Zhang Xuan's admission, there was a sudden burst of laughter and discussions, and some students even blushed with excitement, and they couldn't even take care of their basic manners, so they raised the wine jug and drank wildly.

Not to mention these young talented students, even the three Wei Gongs, who have been honed in the officialdom for many years on the platform, are also excited, how can they not be surprised by the slightest bit of humiliation just now!

"Guanglingsan, it's really Guanglingsan!" Du Xuezheng took Wei Gong's hand and said in a lost voice.

"I know, I know, no wonder I can always feel a sense of indignation and unyielding majesty from the qin music just now, I didn't expect it to be Guangling San, Guangling San!"

It's no wonder that they are so out of shape, first of all, Guangling San is a masterpiece of qin music, and then through the legends of Nie Zheng's assassination of King Han and Ji Kang, its reputation can be said to be the best in ancient and modern times, and the loss of 400 years ago makes it a swan song!

Moreover, Guangling, another name for ancient Yangzhou, is also a scattered person, and the music is also exercised and introduced. Guanglingsan, in ancient times is a famous song that swept Yangzhou! And the people present are mostly Yangzhou people, and now Guanglingsan is reappearing, so everyone is so excited that they lose their temper, it is understandable!

"Congratulations to Duke Wei, congratulations to Du Xuezheng, Guangling is scattered and returned today, the luck of Wei County, the luck of Yangzhou, the luck of Dayong!"

Hearing this, Wei Gong and Du Xuezheng glanced at each other, their eyes full of heartfelt smiles.

For the Duke of Wei, there are very few things that can increase the prestige of the Wei Mansion now, and the restoration of Guanglingsan is one of them. And for Du Xuezheng, this is the best political achievement!

"Although it is eight points certain, it still needs to be verified!" After the digestion of time, Wei Gong, who had reached the age of the Mandate of Heaven, was the first to wake up and once again regained the appearance of a wise man with the wisdom bead in his hand.

In the pavilion, after getting Zhang Xuan's affirmative reply, Wei Lingxue grabbed the piano score in front of her, as if she was afraid that it would disappear suddenly, and her knuckles turned white.

"Wait, everyone, don't you think it's suspicious?" At this time, Marven Cai also recovered from his gaffe, and seeing that his name was about to be decided, he hurriedly poured a basin of cold water on it.

The enthusiasm passed, and when they heard the words, everyone calmed down and looked at Ma Wencai who was speaking.

Seeing such a result, Marven nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that he is still quite prestigious!"

If this idea is known to everyone on the field, he will definitely be sprayed in the face: "We are just because the music is good!"

So he continued: "As we all know, 1,300 years ago, Emperor Taizong Shengming (Yang Guang) swept the world and suppressed the Quartet, and then received all the ancient documents to Weiyang Palace for preservation, and ordered the world not to survive!

Seeing that everyone was listening carefully, and there was a look of approval on their faces, Ma Wencai couldn't help but feel a little complacent, and continued: "Four hundred years ago, Emperor Yang Sheng of the Sui Dynasty was absurd and unreasonable, and he was so happy that the people of the world were miserable. Taizu started at the end of Wei, swept Kyushu in 14 years, and finally invaded the imperial city of Luoyang. When he was dying, Emperor Yang actually killed a concubine and attendant in the palace in a frenzy, including Yu Zimou, the only master of the qin dao who mastered Guanglingsan at that time, and finally burned the palace, causing the Weiyang Palace, which had a large number of precious books, to be destroyed, and Guanglingsan was also lost!"

Hearing this, everyone nodded, and they all understood what Marven wanted to say, but they were also very curious about how Zhang Xuan wanted to prove it, so they didn't interrupt.

Sure enough, I heard Ma Wencai's voice suddenly become stern, and asked: "For 1,300 years, except for the Great Sui royal family, even those of us who want to smell Guanglingsan can't get it, how did you get a little humble talent?"

After speaking, Ma Wencai looked at Zhang Xuan and sneered in his heart: "Hmph, originally you presented such a peerless piano music, it must be me who is embarrassed, if you just make up a name, now you don't know whether to live or die and say that this is "Guangling San", it is simply asking for your own death!"

Facing everyone's eyes, Zhang Xuan was not in a hurry, first smiled brightly at Ma Wencai, and then said softly word by word: "I dreamed of it!"

Faced with this powerful reason, everyone was stunned.

Zhang Xuan smiled, and said secretly in his heart: "Didn't you say that my two poems were dreamed of in a dream, and now I will give you a dream of Guangling!"

Actually, Zhang Xuan is not lying, this Guanglingsan is what Zhang Xuan saw in the ancient book "Magical Secret Book" in his previous life, since he gained the ability to never forget, these ancient books he read in his previous life are all clearly imprinted in Zhang Xuan's mind, even if he has only roughly browsed it once.

And in the previous life, for the current Zhang Xuan, isn't it just like Nan Ke's dream? Therefore, Zhang Xuan said that he dreamed in a dream, but it is not a fool!

"Hehe, everyone, Brother Zhang is a person who has experienced a Huangliang dream, maybe this Guanglingsan is really what Brother Zhang dreamed of in his dream!"

Hearing Wang Fatzi's reminder, everyone was suddenly shocked: yes, this is really possible, the legendary Huangliang dream can live a lifetime in a dream, if it is really a dream in a dream, it seems that it is okay!

"Moreover, according to the records of the literature, coupled with Miss Wei's vivid interpretation, in contrast, it should not be difficult to find that this song is almost the same as Guanglingsan!"

"Wait, after all, literature is just literature, there will always be discrepancies between descriptions and facts, besides, Guanglingsan has not been heard of in the world for 1,300 years, and no one can tell the truth from the false!" Ma Wencai quibbled.

"No, I can prove that this is the real "Guangling San"!" But at this moment, a positive word interrupted Ma Wencai.

"It's Guo Zhongying!"

"It's the Guo family!"

"It turned out to be Brother Guo, the younger brother advises you, this speech is responsible, Guangling San is a famous song through the ages, Brother Guo should not tarnish the reputation of the Guo family for hundreds of years because of a small humble show!"

However, the Guo family and the Ma family are both first-class families, and as the son-in-law of the Guo family, how could he be afraid of him Ma Wencai, I saw that Guo Huaili ignored it, but said to himself: "In fact, from the time Miss Wei's piano sounded, I recognized that this was Guangling San, and later asked Brother Zhang the name of the repertoire, just to confirm it, and the reason why I am so sure is that my Guo family has this Guangling San's music score!"

"What?" Everyone was shocked, even more surprised than they had just heard Zhang Xuan say that this was Guangling San!

"It's a pity it's just a fragment!"

"You're going to die if you finish it in one breath!" said the crowd in their hearts.

"Four hundred years ago, the ancestor of my Guo family was added to the Sui Dynasty Zhongshu Provincial House, and when the Weiyang Palace was on fire, it was the turn of the ancestor to be on duty. The ancestors saw the fire in the palace, so they went straight to Weiyang Palace, but unfortunately the fire was too big, and the ancestors were weak, and they only grabbed a dozen books with all their might, and among them there was Guangling San's music score, but unfortunately it was splashed by Mars when it came out, and when the ancestors found out, although they didn't care about the fire tongue licking, they directly pounced on it with their flesh, and only grabbed half of it, and it was also the top twenty tracks of Guangling San!"

"Guo Gong Daxian!" Hearing this, everyone praised one after another.

Everyone will never be stingy with admiration for such a Confucian who wants books and does not want to die, this is the backbone of the scholars of this era! Just like when Zhang Xuan was seriously ill before, the Li family would rather sell their ancestral land and become a dowry, and the family was surrounded by four walls, and never touched any of the books on the five bookshelves!

"In this way, what this Zhang Xuan took out is really Guanglingsan!"

Everyone looked at Ma Wencai, whose face was pale, and secretly rejoiced in their hearts: "Hey, let you get the first and not enjoy it, you have to provoke Miss Wei, and then provoke Zhang Xuan, this time your face is swollen! Although it is still the first, almost all of its reputation has been taken away by that Zhang Xuan!"

"Zhang Gongzi, the little woman has a reluctant request, and I hope that the son will be fulfilled!" Wei Lingxue, as a person who really loves the qin, encountered the ancient qin song of Guanglingsan, how could she be willing to let go? Therefore, she couldn't care about the little shame in her heart, and hesitated for a long time before she spoke.

"Miss Wei, please speak!" Zhang Xuan arched his hand.

"The little girl is not proficient in her skills, and she loses control at the last syllable, causing the strings to break, and she has the trust of her son, and Ling Xue's fault is ......" Wei Lingxue said.

It's just that before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Xuan: "Miss Wei doesn't have to be humble, as I said below, this is the most perfect interpretation, in Xiao Sheng's opinion, the last note should be Nie Zheng's roar after the success of the assassination of the king, or Ji Kang's impassioned killing of the head! As for this Guangling San, in order to thank Miss Wei for her performance, Xiao Sheng gave it to Miss Wei, please don't dislike it!"

"Thank you!" Originally, it was a little embarrassing to ask her to ask her directly, but now Zhang Xuan bluntly said that he gave it to him as a thank you gift, but he relieved his embarrassment, and he quietly felt a good impression of this young man who was not afraid of power.

......

"Wenbo is really hidden!" When Zhang Xuan turned to his seat, Wang Fatzi and his grandson Chu gave a thumbs up.

"I knew that the young master was the most powerful!" this was the little girl's arrogant voice.

"Okay, now the first game of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club has come to an end, and the first place this time is Ma Wencai and Ma Gongzi!" Everyone sat down again, and Steward Liu stood up to continue to preside over the poetry meeting, and directly announced the first winner.

As for Guanglingsan, although he was also very excited after hearing it, the somewhat strange atmosphere on the field at this time was obviously not suitable for mentioning too much.

And hearing that he won the first place, Ma Wencai did not have the slightest sense of joy, in his feelings, all the eyes looking at him had a trace of ridicule, even the people around him!

At this time, under his forced calm appearance, there was a monstrous angry wave: "Zhang Xuan, Zhang Wenbo, it's all you, everything is because of you, I want you to die!"

If it was just jealousy at first, then at this time the two have become mortal enemies!

Feeling the strong hatred from Ma Wencai, the corners of Zhang Xuan's mouth curled slightly, and he said in his heart: "A person like this who is extremely self-conscious will never reflect on his mistakes!"

"Next, it will be the second item of the poetry club, chess skills!" Liu said, "However, because of the limited time, it is impossible to let all the talented people play one by one, so I have set up a chess game in the Wei Mansion, and the one who can break the game first will be the winner!"

In the game of Go, sometimes when you meet an opponent, it is normal to fight for three days and three nights, so everyone has no objection.

"This ...... Is this Zhenlong?" Looking at the chess game brought up by the two slaves, someone exclaimed!

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