Chapter 100: Poetry Buddha II

There were four songs coming here, and the leader had a slender waist, but an old acquaintance - Xiaoman. The Xinlan, who was ordered by Tang Li, was dressed in a simple manner and walked at the end with a zither.

When they came to the call, the singers didn't know who the guests were to accompany them. At this time, they entered the small garden. When Xiaoman, who was walking in the front, was very happy when he saw Tang Li, and his eyes were shining brightly.

It was precisely because of the anger between Tang Li and Zhu Zhuqing in public that day that Xiaoman, who was originally not awkward in his identity, became famous overnight. Especially in recent days, with the name of the new top scholar in Chang'an, Xiaoman's reputation became more and more popular. Countless brothel tourists wanted to come and see this Hong Agu who could make the top scholar jealous. In a short time, this useless person in the brothel became famous in Pingkangfang. This is also the reason why she can lead the team to the forefront today.

It can be said that the one who Xiaoman wants to be most grateful for now is undoubtedly Tang Li. What disappointed her is that after the few people greeted her, the handsome young scholar pointed to the silly Gu who was the least wanted in the building and said with a faint smile: "Miss Xinlan, it's been a long time since I saw you!"

The four singers sat down with the four of them, so naturally the Master Yuzhen Temple did not use it, but the custom of banquets in the Tang Dynasty was like this, so she didn't think it was different.

"After parting in the past, I am still obsessed with the sound of the piano of Miss Xinlan. Today, I have to ask the girl to show off her skills again." Tang Li smiled and handed over the sandalwood. Tang Li looked at Lan Xin, dressed in blue and without any makeup on her face.

"It is a honor for a girl to be able to play the piano for the top scholar!". Put the piano on her knees and said lightly.

As the most popular among the few people today, Xiaoman was naturally placed next to Wang Mojie. However, when she saw that the middle-aged guest was very calm, she was not interested, and when she saw that it was a bad person, she suddenly felt less interested. When she saw the string of Buddhist beads gently tugging in the customer's hand, she even shouted in her heart: "Don't be lucky!", although she still had a professional smile on her face. She was lazy and lost the intention of diligent flattery.

Under this mentality, when Xinlan, who was usually ignored in the building, was "flirting" with Tang Li as soon as she sat down, she became more and more angry and had to curse in her heart: "Little Waves!"

"Can anyone sing Li Qinglian's song?" After a few songs were settled, Princess Yuzhen took the lead in asking.

"Nu Nu is willing to flatter him!" But the singer next to Zhai Yan was standing up. She was holding the teeth in her hands, but her voice was a bit dumb.

"Oh! Sing it and listen!" Princess Yuzhen, whose eyes lit up, followed and said.

"Dare you not responding to your fate?", the song agreed, and then bowed to the group and tapped the tooth board.    The man singing said: "The seaguards talk about Yingzhou, the smoke and waves are vast and hard to find, the Yue people talk to Tianmu, and the clouds are bright and decayed, which may be seen..." It turned out that the song was actually Li Qinglian's famous song "Dreamwalking Tianmu Songs and Farewell".

The woman's voice was a little dull, and it was naturally inappropriate to sing songs that chant the scenery. But singing this long song was extremely suitable. The low voice combined with the crisp teeth made her sing the song with seven or eight out of seven.

Listening to Princess Yuzhen's sing of Li Bai's poem, Tang Li listened to her intently.

As the sound of teeth was heard, Princess Yuzhen had just heard the first sentence, and her expression changed as she trembled. Then as she sang more, her face gradually became misty. At the time of the singer, "There is also the same in the world. Everything has been like flowing water since ancient times. When will you go? Let's put it on the white deer and the green cliffs." Tang Li clearly saw her distant eyes. A little tears flashed.

After the song, Princess Yuzhen even gave up the teacup in her hand. She picked up the wine bottle full of "Farewell Love" in front of her and drank it all.

Tang Li sighed quietly as soon as he heard the heart orchid beside him whispering: "Don't be romantic, don't be romantic, after the romantic, there is idle sorrow! People often pity the flowers and the moon are full, the moon is full, and the moon is full and the people are dispersed again!"

"The flowers are full and the moon is full and the people are dispersed again! What a flowers are full and the people are dispersed again!", murmured this sentence, Tang Li, who was sitting on the osmanthus tree, also abandoned the tea and wine, and drank it all in one go.

The throat was so spicy that Wang Mojie beside him stroking his hands and praised: "What a song, good lyrics! When will you go back? Let's put it on the white deer and the green cliff. The one who can get such a free and easy life in the world is Li Xianxian!"

"How can good poetry not be good poetry?" Recalling the white-clothed back view he saw when he first entered Chang'an that day, Tang Li smiled faintly and said: "People in the world learn poetry have their own sects, but Qinglian lay Buddhists are naturally successful in poetry, and they learn poetry based on temperament and talent. In this way, every episode will surely flow out of their hearts. Even if future generations want to learn, they have no way to borrow!"

"By talent and talent as poetry, the unique wise and unique way of talking about poetry is indeed a unique and wise person. It is not in vain that Li Qinglian's four-character 'deeply won my heart' praise!". Looking at Tang Li sitting lazily, Wang Mo smiled and said indifferently.

The singer ended, and Fu returned as a gift. Then the singer next to the monk Huaisu sang a five-character charity on the pipa: "The bicycle wants to ask the border, and the country passes by Juyan. The vanguard goes out of the Han border, and the return geese enter the Hutian. The desert is lonely smoke and the long river is setting sun. The sun is round. Xiaoguan meets the Houqi, and they are all protected in Yanran.

As soon as the singer took the pipa, Zhai Yan and others looked at each other and laughed at each other, even Princess Yuzhen, who had a resentment on her face just now. However, Monk Huaisu took the lead and asked, "Ali, what should I do with this poem?"

Tang Li turned his head to look at Wang Wei with a calm expression. He raised a cup to drink and said with a smile: "Mr. Mojie is good at poetry and painting, and is more proficient in music. If the scholars of the times are so skilled and cannot be better than the ones, the exiled immortals are indeed based on their temperament and talent as their poems, but Mr. Mojie is based on his mind and nature as their poems. It is precisely because of such a peaceful and harmonious mind that he can write such a poem that is not touching the fireworks of the world. The most rare thing is to be able to use paintings to penetrate poetry. If we talk about this, the most accompaniment is the eight characters of "there are paintings in the poems and poetry in the paintings"!"

"It's really a pleasure to listen to Ali's poems. Every word of this is like flowing out of my heart. For this reason, I can't drink a bottle of wine!" When I spoke, monk Huaisu didn't let me ask me to raise my hand, and the wine was gone.

As the leader of today, Xiaoman saw that the other two singers had finished performing their skills, and immediately stood up and signaled to the singer who was playing the pipa just now. He danced the "Green Waist" dance in the soft dance under the accompaniment of the pipa.

Xiaoman's best part is that he holds the willow waist. It is the most suitable to dance the "Green Waist" dance. At first, Tang Li was still very interested in taking a closer look. Who knew that when she was in the mood, she actually made several more big butt swaying movements. Although it seemed to be a bit coquettish, it destroyed the original artistic conception of the "Green Waist" dance.

Her sudden adaptation of the action made everyone feel unacceptable. As her actions became more and more, Tang Li turned his head and looked at Wang Mojie and smiled silently.

After finally waiting for her to finish her dance, Tang Li immediately turned sideways and said, "How is Miss Xinlan showing her piano skills for me?"

"Oh! Don't love the zither?" In the Tang Dynasty, the pipa was very popular, and there were very few people who liked the zither, especially those of Tang Li's age. Therefore, Wang Mojie asked this question.

Reorganize the stove, pick up the pine branches on several sides, and in the curling blue smoke of the ground. The sound of Tang Li's speech, who was half bent down to watch the fire, came faintly like the blue smoke: "The harmony of heaven and earth is ahead of joy. The fun of joy is the piano. A gentleman uses bells and drums to make ambitions and a zither to make a heart. Although he dares to regard himself as a gentleman in his late school, his heart is just the same as that of a gentleman!"

Wang Wei's mother was originally from a high-ranking Cui family, and she was the legitimate sister of Zheng Peng's grandmother, Mrs. Cui. She knew that Zheng Lianqing was suffering from troubles. She was here today. She was not able to withstand the obsession of Xiaopang'er, and she also wanted to see what her future nephew looked like. From her appearance, to her subsequent comments on poetry and the discussion of the piano at this time, the Buddha, who had a high vision, felt that the words and actions of the young man in front of her were in line with his heart, but his temperament was originally calm and his emotions were not leaked. Therefore, although he praised her heart, he did not reveal it on his face. She just nodded slightly and said to Lan Xin: "Please."

The slender hand tweaked. The sound of the zither rose up melodiously. This time, Tang Li heard that Lan Xin played the masterpiece "High Mountains and Flowing Water". She probably wanted to use this song to illustrate the deep affection and friendship between Tang Li and others. This was originally a way for the ji family to observe their words and expressions, but at this time, Tang Li felt that it was particularly consistent.

In early spring, in February, in the quiet garden, three or four good friends, the mud stove in front of me, the sound of the piano in my ears was blowing, and the wind was blowing. Tang Li felt that his body and mind were peaceful joy, and he closed his eyes and leaned against the osmanthus tree behind him, but he only tapped the wooden table with his right hand and hit a low rhythm.

"Good piano skills! It's hard to make this song so pure and unmixed at your age!" Wang Wei, who held the Buddhist beads in his hand, waited for the end of the song, nodded slightly to the heart.

When Wang Mojie was twenty years old, he participated in the training and planned to visit Princess Taiping, who had a huge influence. However, the princess had already agreed to recommend another scholar, Zhang Jiugao. Wang Wei then left the path and first visited King Qi Li Longfan. One day, when King Qi attended Princess Taiping, he dressed up Wang Wei as a musician to accompany him.

The young Wang Wei was young and handsome, and his style was even more extraordinary. Even though he was a member of the musical group, he was still outstanding. He immediately attracted the attention of Princess Taiping and ordered him to play the new song of the pipa. After the music, the seat was shocked. Wang Wei took the opportunity to present a poem. After reading it, the princess sighed again and again. After this incident, Wang Wei's name was moved by Beijing. In that year, he was twenty years old and the first Jinshi in high school, and enjoyed the honor of the top scholar. Because of his good music and music, he was personally appointed as the Taile Minister by Xuanzong when he first became an official.

Tang Li knew this allusion well, how could he let go of such an opportunity? After Wang Wei finished speaking, he immediately followed up and said, "Sir, the name of good music is moving all over the world! There is such a rare opportunity today. How about you please play the piano for us?"

At this time, Wang Wei had a great affection for Tang Li, and the atmosphere at today's meeting was suitable. Therefore, after hearing this, he did not refuse. He smiled faintly and placed the Suqin handed over Lan Xin on his knees. After a few sounds, he closed his eyes and looked at him solemnly for a moment, pressed the strings with his hands, and a gentle and elegant sound came out invisibly.

The sound of his piano was completely different from what Lan Xin played just now. The use of appropriate techniques made people unable to hear the intermittent sound when playing the piano. The notes were like streams in spring, shining with new green and endless.

"The song of "Spring Outing"!", Lan Xin murmured to herself, but this sentence reminded Tang Li.

Although he knew very little about the piano, the "On Spring" was practiced repeatedly when he was studying Xiao with Yan Susheng in Jinzhou. During the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji's father, a famous scholar, was knowledgeable and talented, and he was well-versed in classics, history, calligraphy and piano skills. He was especially good at playing the piano and created the "Five Lanes of Cai's Family", and his first song was "On Spring".

He listened to the Chinese player playing the piano and played the most familiar song. Tang Li was itchy for a moment, and he actually took Chang Xiao, who had brought the singer. When Wang Wei finished the first verse, he pressed Xiao on his lips and responded to the sound of the piano in the second verse.

The sound of the piano is clear, which shows the joy of all things in early spring. However, Tang Li's vast land is long and bleak, but the spring sorrow of sadness and autumn is outlined with the sound of the piano. The two blend together, and beautifully interpreting a complete spring scene.

Looking at the early spring scenery of February around you and listening to the ensemble of Qin Xiao, Zhai Yan and others were completely selfless. Even the monk Huaisu, who was extremely focused when drinking, stopped drinking and was immersed in this wonderful music and artistic conception.

The song ended. Wang Wei, who pressed the strings and stopped, closed his eyes for a while before looking up at Tang Li and smiling slightly. There was an indescribable appreciation in his eyes.

He gently handed the Suqin back and raised his clothes, Wang Wei smiled indifferently and said, "The song ended and the people left, and today I am overjoyed. Someone has a long way to go, so I will say goodbye first!"

Princess Yuzhen, who watched Wang Wei drive away, walked out together, laughed softly, "Ali, I entered the palace yesterday and listened to the words of the emperor, it seemed that I would like to be a music minister. If this is true every day, Wang Mojie is the chief of Taisheng Mansion, then your music of Qin Xiao today will be very happy to Shangguan!"


Chapter completed!