The last conscience of the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 8 Famous in the capital... Shishi

Wow……

In an instant, the audience exploded.

In Liang Xin's opinion, it was like a swarm of flies discovering a piece of smelly meat.

Seems indecent.

Well, the bee discovered a flower.

Or did the wolves find the bones?

Zhao Ji couldn't help but stood up, holding on to the fence and looking down, his eyes full of expectation.

The crowd downstairs roared for a while, and the shopkeeper finally controlled the situation and said loudly: "Miss Shishi said, I have been a little tired these days. If there are guests, the number of people in the back hall will naturally be smaller. To be fair, we have to pass three levels. In this first level, Miss Shishi asked a question."

"Now, let the girls on the stage take a break, drink water, and eat some snacks."

After saying that, the shopkeeper asked someone to hang up a long curtain with three words written on it: Linjiang Immortal.

Then the shopkeeper said: "Miss Shishi has also composed a song. I will arrange for someone to hang it out later. Miss Shishi said it can be heroic or tender, as long as it is Linjiang Immortal, the best one will be admitted." Second level.”

Linjiangxian, the name of the brand, originated from Jiaofang in the Tang Dynasty.

Zhao Ji picked up the wine glass and started thinking.

In terms of word count, there are six types of Linjiang Immortal.According to the rules, there are eleven types.

As far as this type of calligraphy is concerned, the best one in the world is undoubtedly the one by Su Dongpo.

While Zhao Ji was thinking, he saw Liang Xin standing up, holding on to the fence and shouting: "Such a small competition, there is no need for my little officials to take action, my little book boy... has made a fool of himself."

Liang Xin started to recite loudly before anyone could react.

That's right, the back.

Even if he has some level of poetry and lyrics, he can't put himself on the stage here at all.

However, Liang Xin can memorize it.

Long remember the foreign language of the green screen window, the autumn wind blows away the crows.From then on, the sails will be sent to the foot.Sleeping with a new light, thinking about the moon and slanting at the beginning of the month.

If you want to go home but don't get it, it's better to go home with swallows.Spring clouds and spring water bring light clouds.The people painting the boat are like the moon, and the flowers fall in the drizzle.

After finishing the song, Liang Xin said: "I will give you another heroic song."

the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero. Success or failure turned empty. Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

White-haired fisherman Qiao Jiangzhu, used to watch the autumn moon and spring breeze.A pot of muddy wine rejoiced to meet each other.Many things, ancient and modern, are in the middle of a joke.

After Liang Xin finished memorizing, she turned to face Zhao Ji: "Master, look at these two random poems. Can you still handle them and not lose the level of your previous guidance?"

Zhao Ji was stunned.

He understands poetry and even more so, he understands lyrics.

This level is close to the strength of Mr. Dongpo, the great poet in the world.

Although he, Zhao Ji, is the emperor, he also has some self-awareness that he cannot achieve.

As for composing lyrics, he had to think about it for at least a quarter of an hour, but even if he thought about it for days and nights, he still couldn't produce it to this level.

Especially the first song, it's very interesting.

It talks about the longing of a person who has gone far away and parted with the one he loves, and also the longing for his hometown.

Soft as water.

The whole poem is solitary and clear, with a hint of sadness, and the sadness is also slightly desolate.

The second song, although it sounds right and should be written about the Three Kingdoms period, is missing something.

That's what Zhao Ji thinks, and there are people in the building who are of good quality.

Even if you can't compose a Linjiang Immortal immediately, you will still appreciate it.

Almost everyone agrees that both are masterpieces, and the second one is even better.

Unless they dare to comment.

The whole word is bold yet subtle, high-pitched yet profound.

It reveals the word "clear" and "empty".

As soon as these two poems appeared, many people with status put down their pens. Miss Shishi is in Bianjing, and she can't compete with this day. These two poems come first, and if her own poems are inferior in comparison, Too much, not good-looking.

However, a few wealthy businessmen quickly asked their servants and the like to find someone to write lyrics.

Even if you throw money at it, you have to come up with a song within a quarter of an hour. Maybe you will have a chance to enter the second level of competition.

There was only one person, bowing his head and thinking hard.

Finally, when the incense stick was about to burn out, I wrote a poem.

Zhou Bangyan!
Liang Xin didn't see Zhou Bangyan.

Zhou Bangyan admires Miss Shishi in his heart, and Miss Shishi also appreciates his talent very much. The relationship between them is quite good.

The incense burns out.All words are compared to each other.

It’s not surprising that Liang Xin won.

Because it was Liang Xin who asked the question.

Whatever poems you can recite, you can write poems.

Just produce whatever words you can memorize.

If this fails.

Liang Xin felt that she would lose the face of the time traveler.

Shortlisting is required.

Next, the performance downstairs was still begging for rewards. Zhao Ji's mind returned to the performance downstairs. Whether it was singing, dancing, playing, or singing, he liked it all.

It is difficult to leave the palace these days after becoming an emperor.

He is very addicted.

He likes the bustle, he likes the atmosphere. He was once the top brother in the brothels and goulan in Bianjing City.

Zhou Bangyan, on the other hand, changed tables and sat in the corner of the first floor, observing Liang Xin in the private room on the second floor.

There was a trace of... hostility in his eyes.

Soon, the questions for the second level were released.

Only the finalists of the first level, including Zhao Ji, are only three.

One was a businessman who had money. He bought the first poem with the money, but he was able to pronounce it smoothly.

There was another person who was really talented. Liang Xin also noticed it and it seemed that his surname was Zhou.

Zhou Bangyan.

Liang Xinna has time to care about this.

It doesn't matter who it is.

Liang Xin believes that she has absolute confidence.

The second level question appeared.

There are only five words in total.

Ancient Tibetan Temple in the deep mountains.

The request is to make a painting.

As soon as the question was laid out, someone brought pen, ink, paper and inkstones, and a special table was brought into the private room where Zhao Ji was.

Liang Xin has been practicing for many days and he is a little confident.

Although what can I say about the paintings?

Anyway, compared to Zhu Zhishan’s bird picture in a certain movie, it is definitely higher, much higher.

Therefore, Liang Xin's confidence comes from Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji's love for painting is deep in his bones.

Liang Xin pretended to pick up the pen, started drawing on the drawing paper, and then waited for Zhao Ji to speak.

Seeing Liang Xin preparing to paint, Zhao Ji asked: "What do you want to paint?"

Liang Xin replied: "A mountain, and then a young monk fetching water by the stream."

Looking at Liang Xin finally putting pen to paper, Zhao Ji couldn't help but want to facepalm. His painting skills were much better than Liang Xin's ten years ago.

Zhao Ji reached out and took the pen: "I'm here."

When it comes to painting, Zhao Ji is a professional.

Moreover, this question was originally asked by Zhao Ji himself ten years later. He understood the artistic conception of this painting better.

Soon, three paintings were hung up.

Zhao Ji changed his name to Zhao Yi, signed the signature, and also submitted a poem.

As for the businessman, he spent money and his painting skills were not low, and the ancient temples he painted in the mountains were quite good.

Zhou Bangyan painted a deep mountain, revealing a corner of an ancient temple.

Look at Zhao Ji again.

The artistic conception is absolutely amazing.

Zhou Bangyan looked at the painting and stayed there for three minutes. Then he picked up a fan to cover his face and turned to leave.

To lose is to lose.

(End of this chapter)