Datang Nongsheng

Chapter 34
Poetry singing was one of the more popular activities in the aristocratic circles in the Tang Dynasty. Of course, women who are good at pipa and Yaoqin usually sing with music, accompanied by clear and unique mulberry sounds. In brothels, there are special singing poems. The prostitutes of the Qing Dynasty led the trend of singing poetry, and the young ladies of all official families all tried to imitate it.

The so-called singing, that is, recitation with rhythm and emotion, needs to master some cadences, and pronunciation in a harmonious voice, so as to maximize the emotion of the poems. If you want to sing good poems, you must have a certain level of appreciation, so that you can be very accurate Interpreting the meaning of the poem, accompanied by music with the same emotion as the poem, Wu Yuanqing's poems are relatively empty, and naturally they will not be very pleasant to sing. Therefore, ladies with singing skills have no intention of appearing on the stage.

Seeing that no one was willing to come out and sing his favorite work, Wu Yuanqing quit. After sweeping his eyes across the crowd for a while, he walked towards one of them with a smile and said, "I have heard for a long time that Miss Yu is good at the pipa and guqin, and her poems and singing are especially Changan. It’s a must, can you come out and sing my humble work.”

Everyone's eyes followed Wu Yuanqing's gaze at this time, and they saw a woman in front of him, about thirteen or fourteen years old, not tall, but with very delicate features, especially her skin, which was white and rosy, and people couldn't help thinking about it. When she kissed her, she was holding a light red pipa in both hands, looking at Wu Yuanqing with a bit of annoyance.

This scene was also seen by Li Shimin without exception. To his surprise, not far behind the woman, Sun Xiangfu's head, which was obviously a little taller than the crowd, was in it. , Could it be that he fell in love with the girl from that family?
Li Shimin took a sip of the wine, then turned to Concubine Wei who was sitting on his left side and asked, "My dear concubine, do you know which lady is the woman holding the pipa?"

Concubine Wei followed Li Shimin's line of sight, and smiled for a moment, "This is the granddaughter of Yu Shinan, son of Yongxing County, named Yu Xiu'er, who sang poems in the palace last year! Her father seems to be working in the Ministry of Industry, it should be Duke Ying's subordinates must be familiar with the Wu family and the Yu family!"

Concubine Wei is good at remembering, Concubine Yin is good at planning, Er Yang is good-looking, and Concubine Yan is indifferent to the world. These are the characteristics of several concubines in Li Shimin's harem. Therefore, if Li Shimin has things he can't remember, he usually asks Concubine Wei .

The Wu family and the Yu family are not only acquainted as Concubine Wei said, they are so close that they become enemies. Wu Yuanqing is a womanizer. Ever since one day he followed his father to the Yu Mansion as a guest and saw Yu Xiu'er, he couldn't forget it. Father Warrior Xun is the Shangguan of Yu Xiuer's father Yu Chang, even though he is several ranks higher than her grandfather Yu Shinan, so naturally the bold Wu Yuanqing doesn't pay attention to the Yu family. Let his father go to the Yu Mansion to propose a marriage. The Yu family knew Wu Yuanqing's virtue and refused verbally. After that, the face of the two families was not good.

Of course, Li Shimin and Concubine Wei didn't know about these things, but after looking at Sun Xiangfu and Yu Xiu'er again, Li Shimin's mind had an idea, and he had some more ideas. Family status, the idea of ​​being loyal to the emperor and serving the country is deeply rooted, isn't it just a good match for that kid, but he doesn't have the habit of forcing ministers to marry daughters, so I want to see if the two are destined.

In the arena, Yu Xiu'er was not only displeased by Wu Yuanqing's invitation, but became angry instead, which made people see the clues, this is the rhythm of things going to happen!

"Why, sister Xiu'er looks down on brother's clumsy work?" Wu Yuanqing asked with a gloomy face after being brushed off in front of everyone.

"Your clumsy composition is too clumsy, and the lady of the family can often sing it, but you are still so shameless, don't you really know how to write the word shame?"

The one who spoke was none other than Sun Xiangfu who stood behind Yu Xiuer and watched the excitement. In later generations, it is normal for melon-eating people to help out and speak a few words of justice. Unfortunately, Sun Xiangfu has not yet adapted to the rules of this era. One needs to have the corresponding strength to stand out, otherwise, one's body will be crushed to pieces.

"Who are you, dare to speak out and humiliate me."

Wu Yuanqing turned cold when he heard the words, and looked at Sun Xiangfu.At this time, Yu Xiu'er realized that there was a man standing behind her. Looking back, she found that this man who spoke the truth was actually a little handsome, so she immediately turned her body to one side.

Well, she gave Sun Xiangfu a chance to be a hero to save the beauty, and to be a hard anus dude.

"One of the people who eat melons is just a fair word."

"A melon eater? Is this a personal name?" Not only Wu Yuanqing, everyone present looked at Sun Xiangfu with strange faces.

Oops, I was too absorbed in watching the play, and forgot that I had traveled through time. Sun Xiangfu complained in his heart, and then said seriously, "Sun Xiangfu, the supervisor of the animal husbandry under the Fisheries Department of the Xiamu Supervision Office."

"It's really bold for a treacherous minister to dare to humiliate me." Wu Yuanqing sneered angrily when he heard that Sun Xiangfu had reported him for an unworthy official position.

"It's Jian Cheng, not a treacherous minister. I'm a subordinate, and I'm at the seventh rank! I don't know what rank and level Master Wu is!"

"Uh..." Wu Yuanqing was at a loss for words, he hadn't become an official, so he really wasn't an official.

"Okay, since you have no quality or rank, just watch from the sidelines! It's not your fault that the poems are so clumsy that no one will sing them. It's your fault to prevent others from presenting poems to His Majesty." Sun Xiangfu Successfully changed the concept secretly, with an overbearing aura, there is a gross relationship between presenting poems and official products!

Hearing Sun Xiangfu's words, there was a burst of laughter in the crowd, and Wu Yuanqing's face became even more angry, and he said angrily, "Could it be that you, a seventh-rank official, have poems to present to Your Majesty?"

This is a typical aggressive method. If Sun Xiangfu doesn't take this issue, the matter will not be over. Just when he was hesitating whether to plagiarize a few songs, Yu Xiu'er's big watery eyes looked at him.

These eyes are so beautiful, and the eyes are so beautiful, so pitiful, it's so hard to refuse!

Thinking so, Sun Xiangfu twisted his neck and said, "There are poems I want to present to Your Majesty."

"Hmph, don't slap your face swollen and pretend to be fat, let's see what crappy poems you write."

Amidst Wu Yuanqing's cursing and Yu Xiuer's adoring eyes, Sun Xiangfu walked slowly towards the open space in front of the pavilion. While walking, he was thinking about plagiarizing that song.

In his previous life, from elementary school to high school, his parents enrolled him in interest classes such as foreign languages, vocal music, painting, and musical instruments. Although most of the poems I read are modern poems, there are also many ancient poems, but I can’t remember many of them after a long time, and I can only remember some of the sentences in many of them. .

"There is."

An idea flashed in Sun Xiangfu's head, and he thought of Yan Jidao's "The Return of Ruan Lang".

"Golden palms in the sky turn into frost, and the clouds follow the geese.

Green cups and red sleeves take advantage of the Double Ninth Festival, and the love is like a hometown.

Lanpei purple, chrysanthemum hairpin yellow, courteous and old-fashioned.

If you want to exchange intoxication for sadness, Qingge is not heartbroken. "

"Okay, a good sentence, such a human feeling is like a hometown, and Qingge is not heartbroken. This eclectic sentence can express people's emotions better than five words and seven words. When you hear this good sentence, you should drink a glass full. It’s a big deal.”

As soon as Sun Xiangfu's words fell, a man dressed as a civil servant raised his glass from behind the desk and stood up. There are not many people who can sit on the desk at today's banquet, and this person is Shangshu Zuopu and Fang Xuanling .

"Of course, I will drink with you."

Li Shimin is also a literary youth, he writes very well, and there are many poems that have been passed down in the world. He can naturally distinguish good poems from bad ones. Praise, among the officials, there are even more people who agree, and some people are already helping those who don't understand to interpret this word, and the atmosphere of the scene suddenly becomes lively.

At first, Wu Yuanqing, who was waiting to see Sun Xiangfu make a fool of himself, was beaten so hard that he didn't dare to make a sound, so he had to hide to the side in desperation. Fortunately, his father didn't come today, otherwise he would have to be beaten severely .

Sun Xiangfu pretended to be forced and just wanted to escape quickly. If he was caught by some literati with high IQ, he would not be able to reveal his secrets, because this word card did not exist in the early Tang Dynasty. Too high a literary literacy may not be enough.

"Master Sun, go slowly. I wonder if the little girl can sing your poem." Yu Xiu'er, who was holding a pipa, quickly stopped in front of Sun Xiangfu who was about to leave. As soon as they looked at each other, they could feel lightning flashing between their bodies.

Is this the feeling of seeing each other on a blind date?Thinking of this, Sun Xiangfu blushed in embarrassment, turned his eyes away for a while, and then came back and said, "Uh, what I wrote is not a poem, but a word. If you like it, miss, you can sing it!"

"In this way, the adults will not be disappointed."

Yu Xiuer's voice was like an oriole, and she felt comfortable just listening to her voice, which made Sun Xiangfu, who was about to flee, decide to stay and see how beautiful she could sing this song.

The crisp sound of the pipa sounded, and many princes and ministers who were drinking and discussing poems all fell silent, and looked at Yu Xiu'er in front of the pavilion.

"Golden palms in the sky turn into frost, and the clouds follow the geese.

Green cups and red sleeves take advantage of the Double Ninth Festival, and the love is like a hometown.

Lanpei purple, chrysanthemum hairpin yellow, courteous and old-fashioned.

If you want to exchange intoxication for sadness, Qingge is not heartbroken. "

The same sentence, read by different people with different accents, has a great difference in rendering power. Yu Xiuer's pipa tune completely released the melancholy in the poem. After she finished singing, people They are still silent in the emotion brought by her voice and tone. As the saying goes, the lingering sound lasts for three days, which is similar to this unprecedented emotional shock.

(End of this chapter)