Moe Niang Xing Ji

The sound of the zither strings has such a magical power.

Ancient remnants!

Maybe not kidding.

The melody of the piano sound was not long, and after a conversation, everyone was still mesmerized.

a while.

Chen Lin took the lead in applauding, and the audience burst into enthusiastic applause.

"No matter how many times you listen to it, the guzheng music played by Miss Youwei is a masterpiece, which makes people have endless aftertaste."

"That's right, I've improved my martial art every time."

"It would be great if I could hear the full score."

The audience sighed one after another.

Yu Youwei smiled slightly. "Next, I will invite you all to help Youwei write lyrics."

"Then the hall is here to make a fool of yourself." Prince Tang Feng couldn't wait to stand up.

"According to the old rules, let Youwei read the first two sentences first." Youwei looked around the audience with a smile, and then read out slowly.

"The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea."

Chen Mo heard something wrong.

This ancient remnant notation is somewhat familiar.

"The bright moon on the sea rises with the tide."

When the second sentence came out, Chen Mo was taken aback, and the word became quite friendly.

When Yu Youwei finished reading the last sentence "Where are the spring rivers without moonlight?"

Knowing that this is the word score that five people in Chang'an could fill in, Chen Mo was speechless and relieved.

Isn't this what Zhang Ruoxu is called "a single piece covers the whole Tang Dynasty", damn it, if these people can fill it out, they will be damned.

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Chapter 149 Heartstrings

Chunjiang Huayueye's "Lonely Pian Covering the Tang Dynasty" was well-known in Chen Mo's time, and was praised by Wen Yiduo as a poem among poems, and its charm can be seen from the peak.It is not only rich in the color and style of southern folk songs, but also successfully uses the rhythm of new poems that have been brewed for a hundred years from Qi Liang to the early Tang Dynasty and is almost completed. It is so perfect that it provides a good model for later poets, which is of course the pinnacle.The author Zhang Ruoxu lives up to his name, and the anecdotes of his life seem illusory, which are no longer available for research, but the long poems left behind are astonishing.

The poem adopts intricate changes. In terms of sentence structure, it uses a lot of parallel sentences, dual sentences and flowing pairs. A single article covers the entire Tang Dynasty.

The attainments of Tang generals in poetry have reached their peak. Li Bai, the sage of poetry, Du Fu, the sage of poetry, Wang Wei, the Buddha of poetry, Li He, the ghost of poetry, etc., were all born in that starry era, and they can be distinguished in poetry. It is not so powerful to cover the whole Tang Dynasty with a single article in Zhongsheng Tang.

Such a charming poem, not to mention five years, 50 years, or 500 years, may not be able to match it.

Hearing such a familiar masterpiece, Chen Mo was slightly disappointed, as if he had returned to that previous life.

At this time, Prince Tang Feng had already come to the stage to make up poems.

The first four sentences of Yu Youwei's words are "The tide of the spring river connects with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea grows together with the tide. The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, where the spring river has no moonlight!", as soon as you hear it, you can tell that it is a scene description, Tang Feng After preparing for a long time, another poet made a point, full of confidence.

He mulled over for a while, and with Yu Youwei's faint zither, he read aloud: "A small boat with a leaf, a guest in Xiaoxiang, a thousand miles of reeds and flowers alone fishing for snow. The bright ice wheel is full of clear ripples, and this month has also shone for a thousand years..."

Since Yu Youwei's previous poem was about Jiang, Tang Feng naturally thought of Bian Zhou, characters and exclamations.I have to say that His Royal Highness still put in a lot of painstaking effort, and some sentences have begun to take shape in the meaning of Spring River Flower and Moonlight Night, but the difference is still too far.

Perhaps the artistic conception is known, but people's thoughts are always very different, and it is almost impossible to make a perfect original work.

Sure enough, Chen Mo noticed that when Tang Feng uttered the sentence of Xiaoxiang guest in a flat boat with a leaf, Yu Youwei frowned slightly, and her red lips were tightly pursed. Obviously Tang Feng's verses did not satisfy her very much.

One song is over.

Everyone is still unsure.

"Good poetry."

"Not bad, the poem written by His Royal Highness is really a perfect match for Miss Youwei."

"Hahaha, Miss Youwei's refusal is unreasonable."

"Yeah, it's been five years, Miss Youwei didn't do it on purpose, right?"

There was an enthusiastic booing in the venue, and Chen Mo laughed playfully. The person who booed was obviously from the prince's side. Is the prince planning to use the pressure of public opinion to force Yu Youwei to follow? This guy is quite clever.

"Miss Youwei's ancient genealogy has always been untitled, so let me make a ugly one in this hall."

Tang Feng feels good about himself.

Chen Mo couldn't help laughing.

Didn't Feng Jiangyue read the name of Nujiao's famous lyrics? This guy is really creative.

Chen Mo's smile immediately became the focus of the audience. The grievances between the two of them were still vivid in his memory, and his smile was obviously a great provocation.

"Does Chen Mo think that this song in the hall is not good?" Tang Feng raised his brows, his tone slightly dissatisfied. It is necessary to pretend again.

"His Royal Highness Tang Feng's complement to this poem is pretty good, but as far as I listen to it, the song with Miss Youwei is still a bit unsatisfactory."

Tang Feng laughed, sneered and said: "I have been listening to Miss Youwei's music in Chang'an for five years. In the past five years, I dare not say that I am the number one, but I think I am second in thinking about it. I remember Chen Mo, you are farewell Returning to Chang'an for the first time in more than ten years?" Speaking of this, Tang Feng sneered, the meaning is obvious, when I listen to Youwei's zither, you don't know where to hide to lick your wounds, a guy who just came to Chang'an How could he be qualified to say that his poems didn't match Youwei's song? It's really ridiculous.

The prince's people laughed.

"I don't care about the length of time I listen to the song, but the comprehension of the reading, Tang Feng, what you say is too out of royal etiquette." Chen Lin said coldly, what Tang Feng said was indeed irrefutable. In the past five years, the wealthy son of Chang'an They are all studying Youwei's ancient songs, and Tang Feng is the hottest one. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a fanatical fan, but Chen Lin can't see anyone daring to bully his brother.

"Chang'an Mansion seems to want to show off everywhere." Tang Feng sneered: "Forget it, then I will fulfill your brothers today alone. Chen Mo, since you dare to say that, why don't you show your own masterpiece and let us see what Chang'an Mansion can do?" What kind of poems are made, let Miss Youwei judge."

"That's right, Your Highness is absolutely right."

"The big families in Chang'an are all here today, why don't you take them out and compare them."

"His Highness Chen Mo, please don't say that you are not prepared."

The crowd booed.

Yu Youwei clutched her forehead, she knew that Mr. Chang'an and Emperor Tang were not at peace recently, why did the two of them have to deal with something again, wouldn't it be embarrassing for her to be the judge.

But Yu Youwei also has a little expectation for Chen Mo.

What kind of comprehension can this young man who made Hanshan Shidewen classics understand his ancient music notation.

"Okay, I happened to get a poem in my dream the day before yesterday, and it's quite suitable to match with Miss Youwei's guzheng music." Chen Mo challenged generously.

"Fourth brother, can you do it? Do you want me to come? I have been preparing for a long time this time." Chen Lin asked in a low voice.

Chen Mo nodded.

Tang Feng smirked at Yu Youwei and said, "Then please ask Miss Youwei to listen carefully to what he got from this dream, and I hope you won't insult Miss Youwei's zither."

"Don't blame us for laughing at His Highness Chen Mo if you make a messy and nonsensical poem."

"Haha, His Highness Chen Mo won't be so overconfident."

Chen Mo stepped up to the high platform and signaled to Yu Youwei.

"Then I will invite Your Highness." The young fish Wei Su played the piano.

A wisp of piano sound is long and cold, as cold as the moon.

Chen Mo was too familiar with the poem "Chunjiang Huayueye". When he closed his eyes, his long-lost memory was opened, and those beautiful lines immediately came to mind.

"His Royal Highness Lin, can His Highness Mo please?"

Someone asked Chen Lin worriedly.

Chen Lin himself broke into a cold sweat. He only remembered that the fourth younger brother left Chang'an when he was very young. Maybe he really had some achievements in reading poetry and books in the countryside. As for what he got in a dream, of course no one believed it.

"Look well."

Tang Feng glanced at Chen Lin provocatively, and finally felt a little happy for humiliating Chen Mo. He didn't believe that Chen Mo could have any earth-shattering talent to write poems comparable to his own, and these poems were not written by himself. I found a lot of talented poets to collect their masterpieces, and it took more than a year to study the first four sentences of Yu Youwei's ancient music score.

For the first time he came to Chang'an to listen to the guzheng, he could surpass himself, but he didn't know how ridiculous he was.

Maybe this Chen Mo is very talented in martial arts, able to defeat monk Lei Jie, and has personal experience in Zen to compose classics, but listening to music and writing lyrics is far from the two. If he can really write it, Tang Feng thinks The guy can be more than his own teacher, I even recognize you as a father.

"Where is the spring river without moonlight!"

Following this sentence, it was Chen Mo's turn to add.

"The river flows around Fangdian, and the moon shines on the flowers and forests like hail." When Chen Mo read the first line of "I made it", she was playing leisurely, and the young fish Wei who had no other thoughts suddenly trembled all over her body, and the sound of the piano Karma stopped.

"Ah?" The girl opened her eyes wide and covered her small mouth in surprise.

Everyone was shocked.

Five years.

In the past five years, Yu Youwei has played this song countless times, and I don’t know how many verses of literati and refined scholars she has heard. However, in the past five years, Yu Youwei’s guzheng has always been immersed in her own world, and no one can stop it. But today , Chen Mo made Yu Youwei lose her composure with just one sentence.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering whether they were dazzled.

"Why is Miss Youwei dissatisfied?" Chen Mo asked calmly.

The maids Lu'er and Qiao'er were also very puzzled why today's young lady lost her composure. No one can do this on weekdays. Is this poem really interesting?

"I'm sorry, Youwei thought of something on her mind just now, which made everyone abrupt." Yu Youwei said apologetically.

"So that's the case, let me just say, how could His Highness Chen Mo's poems interrupt Miss Youwei's zither?"

"But this sentence is indeed very unusual, wonderful."

"Hey, let's listen to the following."

Yuyouwei closed her eyes, took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and recovered, but everyone could hear that the guzheng seemed to be a little different from usual, and it seemed that there was a kind of brightness that had never been seen before. It feels like...as if...

"It seems to have met a confidant."

A girl sighed.

Yes, bosom friend!

Could it be that……

At this time, even a fool can feel that Chen Mo's poems are different, and it has already caused Yu Youwei's heartstrings to fluctuate that hasn't happened in five years.

Chen Mo continued to read the following sentences——

Frost in the sky flies unconsciously, and Baisha cannot be seen in Tingshang.

There is no dust in the sky, and a lone moon wheel in the sky.

Who first saw the moon by the river? When does Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

……

Yu Youwei's strings are heart-like, and the melody played is the most brisk so far. In this scene, the picture scroll of the moonlight river seems to have a man and a woman.The woman is Yu Youwei herself, and the man is naturally Chen Mo. The two reunited on the banks of the Moonlight River and expressed their tenderness to each other. As a result, the originally beautiful night became more lingering and more vivid.

This son's poems are against the sky.

Anyone with a little heart can feel the difference. They can't help but look at the biggest joke with sympathy and ridicule--His Royal Highness Tang Feng.

At this moment.

The prince of the Dazhong Dynasty had only one idea.

He wants to kill!

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Chapter 150 I've Been Waiting For You To Come Back

Life has been endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year.

I don't know who Jiangyue is for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds were gone, and Qingfeng Pu had no worries.

"..."

There are [-] sentences in Chunjiang Huayueye, and when halfway through the sentence, Chen Mo stopped on purpose.

Everyone was intoxicated by the long poem he sang, and they were a little anxious when they didn't finish reading it.Yu Youwei's eyes were looking forward, but it was interrupted by Chen Mo's pause.

Chen Mo spread his hands and said, "I'm sorry, I can't remember what happened later."

No matter the men or women present, there was a lot of regret, and they always felt that there was more to say.

"Fourth brother, your poem is so well done." Chen Lin took the lead in applauding.

The prince will build momentum, and so will the Chang'an mansion, so the people here applaud, and they don't hesitate to send out any compliments.

"Miss Youwei, you can judge who is better." Chen Lin smiled and looked at Tang Feng.