Early Tang Dynasty: forge ahead

Chapter 331 A meeting between wind and cloud

He Lan Minzhi put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "I would like to call you Miss Yin a confidant. I think that in our glorious Tang Dynasty, the streets are full of music, music and dance, but I really can't stand it. The rhymed poems and quatrains created and recommended by Mr. are concise and concise. The voice is beautiful and suitable for singing. I would like to hold a banquet in the Duke's Mansion during the New Year, and specially invite Miss Yin to show off her singing voice. I wonder what Miss Yin wants?"

Poetry Poetry, poetry and song complement each other.

The Sui Dynasty and the early Tang Dynasty were in a poetic desert, full of the decadent music of Qi and Liang.

Therefore, music and dance were also in a desert stage during this period, and they were all clichés.

In addition to the Taisho Gagaku that has been passed down from ancient times, the only one worth taking away is "The Music of the King of Qin Breaking the Formation", which was an improved version of the military song that the Tang army had always used. Most of the music that is most popular among Jiaofangsi and other people comes from Qiuci in the Western Region.

Qiuci singing and dancing was the best in this era and was deeply loved by the princes and nobles of the Tang Dynasty.

The Huquhu dance mentioned by He Lanmin refers to the Qiuci song and dance.

Yin Xuan was greatly moved, but frowned and said: "Chen Shilang's poems are superb. But good poems have no good music. The tunes left over from the previous dynasty are not suitable for the prosperous Tang Dynasty. I have little talent and little knowledge, so I dare not tarnish it. Poems by Chen Shilang."

The music of ancient times is no better than that of later generations, with hundreds of flowers blooming.

Most of their songs are fixed, and the competition is poetry.

Therefore, poetry must pay attention to the rhythmic contrast, and the correct tune is a fixed tune.

Quatrains and rhymed poems have strict regulations in terms of words, rhyme, level, and opposition. They are the most suitable works for filling in old songs with new lyrics.

It's just that Chen Qingsi, the pioneer, has no suitable tune for his new song. Applying the extravagant music of the palace style is a stain on the prosperous Tang style.

He Lanminzhi smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, there are excellent poems and a singing voice like Miss Yin, how can we not have good songs?"

Yin Xuan looked at the young man who looked a bit flamboyant and free and easy, and bowed her head and said: "I am willing to do my best for you."

He Lan Minzhi stood up and returned the greeting, "I'm waiting for you, girl!"

He said that he did not look at Liu Hui and Yu Wenjie at all, and left alone.

When He Lan Minzhi returned to Duke Zhou's mansion, his younger sister He Lan Min Yue immediately greeted him.

"Brother, how is the situation?"

Helan Minyue's words were worried, and the Wu family's unique pair of seductive eyes revealed a bit of anxiety.

He Lan Minzhi waved his hand and said: "Is there anything wrong with taking action for my brother? It must be a success..."

Helan Minyue felt a little relieved, but she became worried again and said, "Brother, does this method work?"

Helan Minzhi was very confident in his idea and said: "It will definitely work. I asked my brother and my husband for advice. He said that the rhythmic poetry in the Tang Dynasty style is the most suitable for singing, but he is not proficient in music and cannot make a suitable tune. Otherwise, it would never be the case. It would be fashionable to listen to Hu music and sing Hu lyrics all over the capital."

Chen Qingsi's character is more or less an angry youth.

He is open-minded and able to accept foreign cultures.

Just like Qiuci's music, it is indeed unique in the world. But Chen Qingsi couldn't accept it, and he didn't learn from and innovate.

The all-encompassing key is to learn from other people’s good things, make them your own, and then transcend, rather than letting foreign cultures influence your own body and in turn be dominated by others.

The music of the Tang Dynasty is currently dominated by Qiuci music and dance.

This situation changed until the man who could have challenged Li Erfeng appeared and lived for more than twenty years...

Only then did Helan Minyue reveal her smile, as bright as a peach blossom.

He Lanminzhi looked at his sister suspiciously and asked, "Why are you so concerned about this matter?"

Helan Minyue froze at first, then pushed her brother and said: "I'm not even a brother. I keep talking about it all day long. How can I, Helan Minzhi's husband, be bullied by others? I also say good things about my husband all day long. My little sister certainly feels the same way." . Besides, he also saved my little sister..."

He Lanmin had the right idea, nodded heavily, and cursed: "A bunch of rotten common men, they are trying to discredit you. I want the world to know that your knowledge is the best."

Helan Minyue also nodded heavily.

Between brothers and sisters, the goals are the same.

"Grandma, where's my mother!"

Helan Minzhi asked,

For this matter, he had to send an invitation in the name of Duke Zhou's mansion. Only in this way could he invite big shots.

He Lan Minzhi's face is not enough to support the scene now.

Helan Minyue said: "I'm entering the palace!" She was going to enter the palace, but she was eager to hear the result, so she pretended to be unwell and refused.

He Lan Minzhi didn't wait long, and soon Yang Lao and Wu Shun came back together, both of them with anger on their faces.

"Minzhi, come to the study!"

The two of them rushed into the study with a bad attitude.

Helan Minzhi noticed that his mother and grandmother were in a bad mood, but he didn't care.

His father passed away early. He had been doted on since he was a child and had a arrogant temper. He was not afraid of Yang Lao and Wu Shun at all. He walked into the study generously and asked for help, and bowed to him to please them.

Grandma Yang said: "Shun'er, please tell me."

Wu Shun nodded and said, "Just now, your aunt asked me to stand up and support Shilang Chen."

Neither Yang Lao nor Wu Shun liked Chen Qingsi. Seeing that Chen Qingsi was in trouble, they had been gloating about it. Now they were asked by Empress Wu to support Chen Qingsi. They were very unhappy, but they had to do it.

Helan Minzhi heard this by chance and immediately said: "Don't worry, sir, my husband's matter is Minzhi's matter, and I will fight to the end."

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Chang'an, Cao's Medical Clinic.

A young man was pounding the pot with a pounding bucket. His expression was focused, but the movements of his hands were light and heavy, and he paused from time to time. It was obvious that his mind was not on pounding the medicine.

An old man with gray hair and a childlike face looked at the young man's appearance, smiled and shook his head, coughing twice.

The young man woke up with a start, and when he turned around, he saw that it was his mentor Cao Yuan, who was also the owner of this medical clinic.

Cao Yuannai is the master of the country. He is as famous as Sun Simiao's disciple Liu Shenwei and is one of the best doctors in Chang'an City.

The young man hurriedly put down his affairs, stood up and bowed, "I have met my mentor."

Cao Yuan smiled and said: "Go home, and come back to study medicine after you have settled your worries."

The young man was told that something was on his mind, and he was a little at a loss.

Cao Yuandao: "As a doctor, you treat diseases and save people. Human life is as valuable as a thousand pieces of gold. Those who study medicine should devote themselves wholeheartedly. How can you study medicine with such half-heartedness?"

With slightly confused eyes, the young man suddenly became clear and he bowed deeply and said: "Students are here just to follow Mr. Chen in promoting the Tang Dynasty style. When the work is completed, he will come back to learn from his teacher."

Cao Yuan nodded and said, "Go."

The boy is only in his early ten years, but his demeanor and behavior are not immature at all. Instead, he has the courage to move forward.

Without him, the boy's surname is Wang, and his single name is Bo.

Wang Bo said goodbye to his mentor Cao Yuan and quickly returned to his mansion to see his father Wang Fujue. Wang Fujie, now an official resident of Dr. Taichang, was drinking tea and chatting with his good friend Du Yijian. He was shocked to learn that his son had returned.

Du Yijian said: "I haven't seen my nephew for a long time. Brother Wang is really a genius. Why should I let him study medicine?"

Wang Fuji pursed his lips and said after a moment: "Call Sanlang here."

Wang Bo is young, but he walks vigorously: "My child has met his father and Uncle Du!"

Wang Fuji nodded, his face not pretty.

But Du Yijian praised Xinxian repeatedly and said, "Come, Zian, come closer and let your uncle take a good look. He has grown a lot taller after not seeing him for a year."

After hearing this, Wang Bo stepped forward and took two steps.

Wang Fujin said in a deep voice: "If you are not studying medicine with your husband in the hospital, why are you coming back?"

Du Yijian liked to offend Wang Bo, and immediately said: "If the child is homesick, he can't come back to see his parents? Brother Wang, why should I be angry? If I had a child like Zian, I would just hold him in my arms, how could I be willing to show any mercy? .”

Wang Fujin ignored his best friend, but looked at Wang Bo blankly and said, "If nothing happens, just go back to the medical clinic."

Wang Bo knelt down on the ground and kowtowed: "Father, my child wants to follow Mr. Chen, please give me permission!"

Du Yijian looked at the young man who bowed his head below in astonishment.

When Wang Fuji heard that this was indeed the case, he said angrily: "Why do you, a child, get involved in adult matters? Is it your turn to decide what is right or wrong?"

Wang Fujin knew his precious son very well. When other people's children were six years old and had not officially received enlightenment, Wang Bo was already able to compose poems. The poems were cleverly conceived and the words were heroic, which left Du Yi Jian speechless.

Du Yijian was also a child prodigy. He was able to write at the age of nine and was well-known for his erudition. Because his uncle Cen Wenwen was the official secretary of the dynasty, Du Yijian was able to enter the officialdom at a young age and served as the imperial censor. He did not achieve anything famous as a censor, but because of his outstanding literary talent, he became famous and became a literary giant of the generation.

Du Yijian looked at Wang Bo and realized that he, a child prodigy, was nothing compared to others.

Wang Bo's talent is not a flash in the pan. At the age of nine, he could not only read the "Book of Han", but also identify errors. The one he picked was Yan Shigu's.

Yan Shigu was born in a Confucian family, and was the grandson of Yan Zitui, the famous Confucian scholar. The son of Yan Silu, the third minister of Yitong, was selected as a bachelor of literature in Chongxian and Hongwen. One of his greatest achievements was to write annotations for the "Book of Han".

Nine-year-old Wang Bo not only discovered errors when reading "Notes on Han Shu", but also wrote ten volumes of "Zhixia" to point out the errors in Yan Shigu's works.

This talent can only be described as terrifying.

Looking at such a son, Wang Fujin was not only unhappy, but also deeply frightened.

Extreme wisdom will be hurt!

Since Wang Bo read Chen Qingsi's poems, he has been deeply moved by the heroic and magnificent style of the Tang Dynasty. Compared with it, the palace style is like chicken ribs, tasteless and a pity to abandon.

After Chen Qingsi came to Beijing, Wang Bo wanted to become his disciple.

He is so smart that after being exposed to more advanced literary concepts, he is completely unwilling to learn decadent things.

Wang Fujue looked at his son who was pestering him to send Shu Xiu away and came to visit him, but he decisively refused.

Wang Fuji decided to let his son settle down and integrate Confucianism and medicine. He specially arranged for him to become a disciple of Cao Yuan and learn medicine first and then Confucianism.

Originally, it was necessary to wait until the child was crowned before the elders gave him the words.

However, Wang Fuqi gave Wang Bo the name... Zi'an early.

"Father..."

Wang Bo cried and bowed again: "My child understands Mr. Chen and his knowledge. Our glorious Tang Dynasty should not be as pretentious as Qi Liang. A prosperous age should have the sound of a prosperous age. What Mr. Chen is ringing this time is the sound of a prosperous age." . My child is indeed weak and soft-spoken, but I also want to help my husband and make the voice of this prosperous age louder."

Wang Fuyu said earnestly and thoughtfully: "But have you ever thought about it? What you regard as useless knowledge has a history of two hundred years and has become an irreplaceable thing in many people's hearts. However, the sound of the prosperous age you mentioned is only a short period of time." In a few years, it is still unknown whether you will succeed or not. Why should you get involved? In five or ten years, the winner will be determined. With your talent and talent, you have thousands of choices, so why bother wading through muddy waters? "

Wang Bo bowed three times and said: "Father, it is precisely because the future is murky that the child must make decisions and advance and retreat with the teacher for the truth in his heart. If he wins, the child should continue to study medicine. If he fails, at least he will feel no regrets. But Once you back down this time, it will be a victory for the teacher, but once it fails to be implemented, the truth in the child's heart will be shattered, and he will regret it for the rest of his life."

Every word Wang Bo spoke was nothing like a child.

Du Yijian looked at Wang Bo's thin body, which seemed to contain great power, and shouted: "Brother Wang!"

Seeing his beloved son like this, Wang Fuji shook his head and sighed: "That's fine!"

Wang Bo is a genius among geniuses!

But in the Tang Dynasty, in China where talents abound.

There is more than one person like Wang Bo.

At least there is another person in Chang'an who is the same age as him and a young genius like him.

A carriage slowly stopped in front of the Chen family's mansion.

A thin boy with unusually long cheeks stepped out of the carriage and looked up at the word "Chen Di" in front of him, with a trace of joy and excitement in his eyes.

The young man first tidied up his clothes like a young adult, and then said to the steward who accompanied him: "Go and call the door!"

The steward knocked on the small door of Chen's residence and handed over a greeting card.

The young man looked at the closed door with a tense face, feeling a little uneasy.

Immediately, the door of Chen's residence opened with a "Zhila" sound.

The young man looked a little flattered when he saw the door of Chen residence open.

"Mr. Yang Xiaolang, please!"

Jiang Chen enthusiastically introduced the young man to Chen Di.

Walking into the front yard, Chen Qingsi stepped out of the front hall with a bit of joy.

When the young man saw Chen Qingsi, he bowed solemnly: "Junior Yang Jiong, pay my respects to Mr. Chen."

The young man is Yang Jiong. Compared to Wang Bo, Yang Jiong's situation is exactly the opposite.

The same genius prodigy, Wang Bo was hiding his clumsiness under the constraints of Wang Fuji, but Yang Jiong fully revealed his talent to the world.

In the fourth year of Xianqing's reign (also last year), Li Zhi specially opened a children's department and selected gifted children to study in Hongwen Hall.

Yang Jiong, who came from a poor family, won the first prize in one fell swoop. His disciples passed the Hongwen Hall and became a child prodigy recognized throughout Chang'an.

Chen Qingsi looked at the small man in front of him and felt a little ashamed when thinking about his current achievements.

This person's comparison with others can really make people angry sometimes.

"Young Master, follow me in and talk!"

Chen Qingsi didn't know Yang Jiong's purpose, but he paid great attention to the young prodigy.

(End of this chapter)