Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 57
Boom!Da dong dong dong!Boom!

Boom!Da dong dong dong!Boom!

The musicians and Xu Zhiqiong played the song "Walking to Wuyinge with a Lantern".

At first the musicians couldn't keep up because they hadn't heard the piece before.

But after playing for a while, the musicians followed, because this piece is very simple, and it follows the basic trend of pentatonic tones, with no inversion or pitch change, and the rhythm follows to the end.

Especially the first sentence, when Huang Lao turned Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu upside down into Yu Zhengjiao Shanggong, translated into numbered notation as 65321, and then made a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

According to Daxuan's aesthetic standards, "A Laughter from the Sea" is not considered to be Yangchun Baixue, but the guests present felt relieved and relaxed when they heard the catchy and easy-to-understand tune after listening to Yangchun Baixue all night.

What's even more rare is that this piece of music is elegant and heroic, and many guests hummed along with the tune.

A guest drank a full glass and sighed again and again: "A man should be like this, a warrior should be like this."

There were only four lines in the tune, and it was played back and forth four times. Xu Zhiqiong put away the flute, wiped it clean, and returned it to the musician.

The guests hadn't heard enough, someone shouted: "Play another piece, this song is really nice!"

A guest official still did not forget the demeanor of a literati: "This song is heroic, you should drink another big cup!"

The musician took the flute and looked at Xu Zhiqiong. This young man is really handsome.

The musician looked at Xin Chu again in a blink of an eye, and Xin Chu nodded, which means he agreed.

"My concubine, Yan Fengru, I have met the young master." The musician saluted Xu Zhiqiong.

Xu Zhiqiong looked at Wu Xu who was seated, and Wu Xu also nodded.

"My name is Xu Zhiqiong, the Qiong of the sky."

Yan Fengru looked at it carefully, and felt that this handsome young man was a little straightforward, but even more cute.

"The concubine still has to play the music here, and after the banquet tonight, I will ask the young master for advice on Xiao art."

Xu Zhiqiong nodded and said, "Let's ask for advice together, let's ask for advice together."

Amidst the applause of the guests, Xu Zhiqiong returned to his seat and glanced at Wu Xu with some satisfaction.

He successfully won a musician and had the opportunity to stay overnight tonight.

Wu Xu sneered and ignored it.

Next, more than a dozen guests came to the stage to perform. After all, they came for entertainment. As long as their skills were not too bad, they could take away a maidservant, but there were also a few guests who were so unbearable that they were sent out of the attic.

After the first question was over, there were more than [-] guests left in the hall. There were three musicians and eight maidservants on the stage. The competition was a bit fierce.

Xin Chu came up with the second question, singing songs.

Chanting is singing, which sounds easier than playing an instrument.

In fact, it is not the case, the master of the pavilion wants to order tunes.

The first person to take the test was a young man, and Xin Chu played out the tune: "The guest officer is invited to sing "Remembering the Past."

"Remembering the Past" is considered an ancient song, and it is no longer popular nowadays. Many versions of the lyrics have been lost, and the test questions are quite difficult.

The young man thought for a while during the banquet, and nodded to the musicians. The musicians played "Remembering the Old", and the man sang along with the song: "The bamboo leaves are clear, the wind is late and the waves are shaking. It is the most painful to stay alone... "

The choice of lyrics is good, very suitable for the occasion, but this young man has a tone deafness, after singing a song, the musician's face turns blue, and the audience has difficulty breathing.

It was rare for him to be able to sing an entire ancient song, Xin Chu counted him as passing, and nodded to a servant girl.

The little servant girl came out and said to the young man, "I like to sing and sing, and I would like to ask you for advice."

The young man didn't have an accurate positioning of his singing voice. He thought he could conquer at least one musician, but the one who came up was Xiao Huan, which made him quite dissatisfied.

Seeing that the boy didn't answer for a long time, the little servant girl smiled slightly: "Since you are despised by the young master, how dare the concubine bother you."

After finishing speaking, the little servant girl retreated to the queue again.

The boy regretted it, and it is good to have a servant girl.

But regretting it was too late, Xin Chu picked up the teacup and signaled to see off the guests.

No servant girl was willing to see him off, so the boy left by himself with a dejected look on his face.

The second guest said: "I'm not good at singing!"

Xin Chu said: "Since that's the case, the guest officer will come back another day."

There are only two questions in one night, and you can't answer both questions, so don't waste your time here.

The guest sighed and left, Xin Chu continued to come up with a question, this time the tune was called "Jiang Mei Yin", the next guest had heard the tune and remembered some of the lyrics, sang two lines, but forgot one, luckily it was during the banquet Singing, reminded by people around, barely finished singing a song, it is considered a pass, and followed a little servant girl to the second floor.

Xu Zhiqiong listened to the tunes one after another, and found that the lyrics were exactly the same as the lyrics he was familiar with in his previous life, even the format and level were not much different.

In a blink of an eye, it was Wu Xu's turn. Xin Chu stared at Wu Xu for a moment, and then sang "Drunken Spring Breeze".

The guests heard the noise, and the difficulty of this question was too low.

How low is it?
It's like making people recite the Tang poem "Thoughts at a Quiet Night".

Guests expressed strong dissatisfaction with this:
"This question is cheap, who can't sing two "Drunken Spring Breeze"?"

"Don't talk about two, ten capitals are easy."

"Drunk Spring Breeze" has been widely sung in Daxuan, and has been written by many poets. In the literati circle, there are countless popular versions, and there are very few people who can't sing "Drunk Spring Breeze". Unfortunately, Wu Xu is one of them.

He whispered to Xu Zhiqiong: "I know the tune, but I never memorized the lyrics."

What's the use of telling me this?

"The subordinates don't even know the lyrics."

"Don't you often go to Goulan?"

"Hook, tick, just listen to the music, don't memorize the lyrics..." I went to study music, so why memorize the lyrics?
Wu Xu said, "You make one up."

Xu Zhiqiong was startled: "Well, how did you make this up..."

"You can even make up a tune, but can't make up a word?"

"But this..."

"Make it up quickly, don't ask for a fight!"

Isn't this a joke? Is it possible to make it up if you say it?

Think about the Song Ci that you have learned in your previous life. Is there any Ci Pai for "Drunken Spring Breeze"?

Xu Zhiqiong racked his brains thinking that the other guests were getting impatient:
"Can you sing? If you can't, let us sing!"

"You can't even sing "Drunk Spring Breeze", but you still come here to embarrass yourself?"

"Have you ever read a word book? Let me tell you whether you can read or not?"

The sarcasm was endless, Wu Xu was in a difficult situation, and when he was anxious, Xu Zhiqiong really remembered the song "Drunken Spring Breeze".

It's just that the first word is a bit straightforward.

Xu Zhiqiong looked at Wu Xu, and Wu Xu glared at Xu Zhiqiong: "I don't think so!"

There is no other way, just be more straightforward, and I can think of this song "Drunken Spring Breeze" right now.

Xu Zhiqiong quietly came to the musician, asked for paper and pens, ran to a corner, and quietly wrote lyrics.

Seeing the urgency of everyone's urging, Wu Xu said to Xin Chu: "There are so many lyrics in "Drunken Spring Breeze", and I don't know which one to sing for a while. After thinking about it, why don't I improvise one."

When everyone heard the words, they instantly fell silent. Singing was still a bit difficult for them, and writing lyrics was not something they could presumptuously judge.

There was someone who could write music before, and now someone else can write lyrics!
A lot of talented people really came to Wuyin Pavilion today.

Xin Chu nodded at Wu Xu again and again, she showed rare patience to Wu Xu, even the arrogance in her eyes disappeared.

A clerk brought a pen and paper to Wu Xu, and Wu Xu stared at the white paper carefully brewing.

When Xu Zhiqiong ran back, Wu Xu also prepared, and scribbled on the white paper, and then replaced the words written by Xu Zhiqiong.

Wu Xu picked up the words written by Xu Zhiqiong, and said to Xin Chu, "I'm so clumsy!"

Xin Chu gestured to the musicians and played "Drunken Spring Breeze".

Wu Xu got up, looked at the words, and sang slowly.

Although he has never studied temperament, Wu Xu is very talented, his bite is very accurate, his rhythm is very steady, his voice is clear and loud, and when he speaks, he attracts applause.

"People with light wine come together, hug each other by the nephrite lamp, look back, it's always reasonable to look back and hug each other."

Wu Xu paused for a moment, the lyrics were too direct.

The guests kept applauding:
"Hug by the side of the nephrite jade lamp, the word "Yong" is good, and the word "soft" is also good!"

"Looking back and hugging, it's good, I got in by myself."

Next, Wu Xu's voice trembled a little.

"Pain, pain, pain, gently push Lang, gradually heard trembling, slightly startled red."

After singing a song, the house is full of applause!

"Pain, pain, pain, where is the pain!"

"Push Lang lightly, are you willing to push?"

On the stage, Xin Chu covered her mouth with a small smile, her heroic spirit seemed to have disappeared, leaving only the beauty of her daughter's family.

The musician and the servant girl were whispering, their cheeks were all flushed.

Wu Xu stood where he was, with a decent expression.

There are thousands of households in the yamen who are in charge of lamps. They have never experienced anything. They just sing a song, so what's the big deal.

"Hahahaha!" Among the guests, one of the guests laughed familiarly.

Shouldn't it be...

Wu Xu followed the prestige and found Zhong Shen among the guests.

When did he come?
Why didn't I notice him before!
Zhong Shen raised his wine glass at Wu Xu: "Good words, good words, I have asked someone to transcribe them, and I will find someone to frame them tomorrow and hang them in your yamen!"

Wu Xu put down the lyrics and his body trembled.

Xu Zhiqiong moved his chair far away, trying to keep a distance from Wu Xu.

Qianhu, you can't blame me, you forced me to write it...

After singing, it's time for Xin Chu to draw the lottery.

How could there be a musician for such an amazing poem?
The remaining three musicians all looked at Xin Chu expectantly, wishing they could just drag Wu Xu upstairs.

The little maids also stared at Xin Chu with the last illusion.

Xin Chu was silent for a moment, then stood up and said, "This concubine loves singing very much, and I would like to ask my husband for advice tonight."

leader!The leader allowed him to enter the curtain!

In Wuyinge, exclamations and applause continued.

These guests were very jealous, but they were also very excited. It was very rare for the chief of the attic to welcome guests, especially for a cold and proud pavilion master like Xin Chu, who might not have guests throughout the year.

Xu Zhiqiong was not surprised by this, he had already guessed the result since Xin Chu asked Wu Xu the question.

The beautifully written words only played the role of icing on the cake. From the moment Xin Chu saw Wu Xu, the answer had already been written on her face.

Look at our Qianhu's appearance, this figure, this voice, this aura, all the fantasies of women are concentrated on him.

If one day he doesn't want to be a thousand households anymore, and changes his career to start a business, and only accepts noble ladies in the capital, can the leader get someone else's turn?
When the time comes, I'll be his bustard and make sure he earns much more than now!

Wu Xu suddenly glanced at Xu Zhiqiong, and Xu Zhiqiong shivered in fright.

What are you shivering?This is what I think in my heart, and he can't hear it anyway.

Amid the applause of the crowd, Wu Xu gave Xu Zhiqiong the blank paper on which he had graffitied earlier.

Xu Zhiqiong opened it and saw that it was not a random graffiti, but a drawing, a layout of Yinggeyuan, and some locations were marked.

Wu Xu warned in a low voice: "Tonight, you should do things quickly, let the girl go to bed early, you sneak out, and check these places."

"Why didn't Qianhu tell me earlier?"

"If I can't stay here overnight, what's the use of telling you?"

　Lili picks up Xinchu, they are both from Qianhu
　　
　
(End of this chapter)