Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 353 Water Dragon Song, King Yan's Breaking Formation Music

Banquet of Flowers, Area A.

"Good job Xie Guan!"

Li Yutong's cold star-like eyes almost burst into fire.

"Xie Renfeng! Explain it to me! How could the closing poem of Madam Gongsun be written by Xie Guan?"

The gilded hairpins fluttered in her hair, and cheers came from the stage in the distance.

At today's banquet for beauties, Xie Guan stole the limelight.

Xie Renfeng's pale and blue face was hidden in the shadows, and his muscles were tense under his brocade robe.

He spent a huge amount of money among the Xuanyuetang killers, but he couldn't even buy Xie Guan's body.

His Adam's apple rolled and he suddenly slammed the table with his palm.

Xie Renfeng suddenly smiled, but his knuckles cracked the railing.

"Yutong, be patient."

"How long can the grasshoppers jump after autumn?"

Li Yutong felt even more confused.

Now that Xie Guan has become famous, he will definitely be taken seriously by the Xie family.

Why was Xie Renfeng so sure that his good times would not last long?
Xie Renfeng said in a gloomy voice, "It would be fine if Xie Guan was obedient, but he insisted on being so flamboyant."

"The Xie family has already decided on the marriage."

Li Yutong heard this and a puzzled look appeared between her brows: "Now that Xie Guan's reputation has risen rapidly, isn't it just in the interest of the Xie family to form a marriage alliance?"

"If there are masters in the Xie Mansion who stop me, the matter of marrying into the family will probably be abandoned."

Xie Renfeng sneered and said nothing more, but the chill in that smile was chilling.

"Sister really thought..."

"The incense offerings to the ancestors in the Xie Mansion's ancestral hall, could it be a sign of blood relationship?"

"In Chang'an, reputation is both a sword and a yoke."

At this point, he smiled and said, "It's fine to use a mediocre bastard for marriage, but if a bastard who is a thorn in the eye has such talent, the old lady will not let him go, nor will she push him into a high position. She will only let him rot in the Xie Mansion..."

"If the Li family doesn't want a son-in-law, he will become a slave."

"What can a lowly person do even if he is full of talent?"

"He cannot pass the imperial examination, cannot enter school, and cannot become an official... As a son-in-law and a lowly son, he is doomed to never rise to prominence."

You must know that the current Great Qi is ruled by Confucianism and filial piety.

The orders of parents and the words of matchmaker are more important than Mount Tai and should not be disobeyed.

After hearing this, Li Yutong's expression eased and he snorted, "Let him be proud for a while, so what!"

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Behind the scenes of the Banquet of Flowers.

Hu Yunniang stared at the backs of Yun Wan and Li Xiangjun as they walked away, her eyes full of contemplation, and a sense of loss inexplicably arose in her heart.

Chen Xiang hurriedly urged, "Yun Niang, it's almost your turn to go on stage."

"Madam Gongsun has already bowed for three rounds."

Hu Yunniang held the guqin and was ready.

The personal maid stood on tiptoe and carefully adjusted her red coral earrings.

Hu Yunniang looked towards the stage and saw Lady Gongsun bowing and thanking the audience, then announcing the opening poem.

On the stage, the whole audience cheered.

Chenxiang and Hu Yunniang listened attentively. The poem was indeed a masterpiece, but they were not too excited.

Gongsun Niangzi and Nihuang almost always occupy the top spot among the most beautiful courtesans, and they are not their competitors.

Madam Gongsun's hair was slightly tilted, and she held the gold-sprinkled rice paper in her hand and said with a smile:
"This poem was written by Master Xie Guan at the Thatched Cottage Poetry Gathering."

As soon as these words came out!
"Keng!"

A trembling sound was heard, and the jiaowei guqin in Hu Yunniang's arms almost fell out of her hands.

Hu Yunniang looked up in panic, her face full of disbelief.

Chenxiang hurriedly held the icy strings of the guqin, but saw that Hu Yunniang's jade-like fingertips had been deeply embedded in the charred wood.

In a trance!
Hu Yunniang recalled the conversation between Yunwan and Li Xiangjun just now, and her mind was suddenly in chaos.

Seeing this, Chenxiang had a complicated expression on his face as he stared at the candle shadows floating on the ground.

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Yun Wan stared at the poem on the paper, her hands trembling slightly, unable to hide her inner excitement.

Dielianhua!
"The belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi."

The words flow like a clear spring, striking directly at the heart.

Yu Ke signed his name on it, "Caotang Poetry Gathering, Xie Guan."

Zhou Yuner gently blew dry the ink and handed the paper to Yun Wan.

Yun Wan took the poem, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and her fingertips gently stroked the paper, as if she was afraid of breaking these precious poems.

She bowed gracefully and said softly, "Master Guan, I have no way to repay your kindness."

"No matter what the result is, if you have any orders, Yun Wan will never refuse."

Yun Wan carefully put away the poem and said to Li Xiangjun and Feng Yaya:
"Thank you very much, my two sisters, for this time."

Say it!
Say goodbye and leave.

Li Shijun looked at her back with a little more smile on his face.

This time, Yun Wan finally got what she wanted.

Unexpected!
Sister Yunwan generously hosted a farewell banquet for Yaya.

The illegitimate son of the Xie family introduced by Zhang Yuan turned out to be so outstanding.

The cause and effect in this world is truly like a sip or a bite.

He Xiao's expression was full of envy.

Jia Yu and others frowned slightly. Xie Guan already had two poems as the opening poems for the courtesan. He was going to become famous in Bian Jing today!
Yu Ke looked at everyone, but was thinking about other things.

Did Sima Ting and the others also meet with misfortune? Was Wutong among them?

What exactly are Xie Hong, Lu Hua and the dragon planning to do at the Banquet of Beauties?
He looked up at the night sky. The moon was cold and clear, hanging high in the blue sky.

Just wait for the banquet to end!
As Lady Gongsun stepped down from the stage, the next woman holding a zither walked onto the stage.

Li Xiangjun's eyes turned slightly and her brows furrowed slightly.

This is Hu Yunniang, the one who took away her position as the most beautiful courtesan in Yuehuaxuan.

Hu Yunniang bowed gracefully, fluttered her wide sleeves, and sat down in front of the piano.

Hu Yunniang raised her hand lightly, and the emcees on both sides announced the song: "The Song of the Prince of Yan Breaking the Formation."

According to legend, this song was improvised by King Lu Chen of Yan in his army. It was praised as the best war song of Great Yan and was later revered as the "crown of music and dance."

In later generations, on the way back from victory, the soldiers in the army sang: "According to the law, we bid farewell to the leader and go together to punish the traitors. We all sing "The Music of Breaking the Formation" and appreciate the peaceful people. The imperial wind is blowing across the four seas, and the water of a thousand years of virtue is clear."

As time passed, people appreciated the merits of King Yan, so the Liyuan adapted the song to make it more in line with the people's hearts and it was widely sung among the people. Every time when King Yan was worshipped, this song would resound through the sky.

Hu Yunniang was creative in incorporating majestic military music into graceful piano tunes.

She has been immersed in music since childhood, and she has put a lot of effort into this banquet and prepared carefully for a long time.

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience burst into applause that lasted for a long time.

The calls for water control on both sides of the river were deafening and resounded through the sky.

The sound of the piano gradually rose, like thousands of troops galloping, or like iron cavalry breaking through the sky.

All the guests held their breath, immersed in the melodious music.

The sound of the piano has traveled through the clouds of thousands of years and still echoes in everyone's ears, stirring the blood in their chest.

Li Xiangjun listened attentively and nodded slightly:

"This Hu Yunniang has really put a lot of thought into it. The "Yan Wang Po Zhen Music" has been passed down for thousands of years."

"It is so popular among the people that it is considered the best piece of music. It really lives up to its reputation."

Zhang Yuanlai clapped his hands, "The King of Yan used to enjoy breaking through the battle array, drinking ten thousand cups of wine and having fun. You see, after the reform, it will be a peaceful autumn."

"Back then, whenever the King of Yan defeated the enemy, he would play this song to boost the morale of his army."

"Three thousand years have passed, but it's still so majestic!" The sound of the piano became increasingly urgent, like the beating of war drums, and the flashes of swords and shadows of knives flowed on the strings.

The guests in the room seemed to be singing songs after a successful battle, drinking fine grape wine from luminescent cups.

The piano music gradually stopped!

The atmosphere off the field instantly became boiling, with cheers reaching the sky.

Feng Yaya clapped her hands and praised: "Yunniang's song is the most outstanding piece at the banquet. Let's see how she ends it with the setting poem."

Zhou Yuner frowned and whispered, "She seemed to be out of control when she started."

"Given her level of piano skills, this should not have been an oversight, but it does not affect her excellence."

"What happened today?"

On the square stage, Hu Yunniang bowed gracefully and opened her red lips:

"The title of the poem is "Song of the Water Dragon"

It is actually the ci tune "Shuilongyin"!
This tune is also known as "Shuilongyinling" and "Fengnianrui". It is said to have originated from a group of guqin music during the Daqing period of the Warring States Period.

The double-tune poem has 102 words, the first part has 11 sentences with four仄韵, and the second part has 11 sentences with five仄韵.

The ancients used the roar of a dragon to describe the sound of a flute, believing that dragon and water are one.

During the Tang Dynasty, the emperors' ceremonial processions always included the drum and gong "Dragon Roar".

This tune is used to express one's aspirations and feelings. It is often used by prostitutes to express their feelings, and by soldiers on the frontier to express their lofty aspirations.

As Hu Yunniang walked down the stage, her eyes moved around as if she was searching for something among the crowd.

The sound of the song "Yan Wang Po Zhen Yue" still lingers in the air.

Zhang Yuanlai was already filled with excitement, and he bent over his desk and picked up his pen, ready to write "Shui Long Yin".

For talented writers, this tune is easy to come up with and the draft is already in their mind.

Yu Ke was secretly amazed that Lu Chen, who was "reincarnated from heaven" in his previous life, had such a profound influence on this world.

He couldn't help but smile.

After all, I have contributed a lot, but this reward is too stingy.

"A Ding, you are so stingy."

Just thinking about it!
A huge cauldron roared in the sea of ​​my heart, and a bright glow appeared.

The words on the tripod gradually appeared:

1. Compose a superb "Shui Long Yin". (Hint: It may be beneficial for the future.)
2. Write half of "Shui Long Yin". (Hint: It may have an impact on the future.)
3. Ignore it. (Hint: It may be bad for the future.)
4. End in-person participation. (1/3)

Yu Ke stared at the four options.

Judging from the hints, helping this Yuehuaxuan courtesan seems to be the best choice.

I have already written two poems today, so I might as well add another one.

He decisively chose:

Write a superb "Shui Long Yin". (Hint: It may be beneficial for the future.)
Zhang Yuanlai was writing on paper when he suddenly saw a figure approaching.

Jia Yu and others were all stunned.

Could it be that Xie Guan wanted to compose a poem at this time?

Seeing this, Li Xiangjun couldn't help but feel panicked. If Xie Guan wrote another poem for Hu Yunniang, how could Sister Yunwan surpass her?

But on second thought, the "Magpie Bridge Fairy" written by Xie Guan just now was so gorgeous that even he himself would find it difficult to surpass such a masterpiece.

Before Zhou Yun'er had time to grind the ink, Xie Guan had already started writing.

Upon seeing this, Jia Yu and his companions hurriedly gathered around the table and waited with bated breath.

Yu Ke picked up his pen and wrote down the first two lines:

"The autumn is clear and the sky is thousands of miles long. The water follows the sky and the autumn is endless."

"The distant mountains and the faraway horizon, offering sorrow and hatred, with jade hairpins and snail buns."

Feng Yaya couldn't help but picture a vast Chu sky and a desolate autumn scene in her mind. The water of the Yangtze River was vast and boundless, flowing along the sky, and the autumn colors seemed to stretch to infinity.

Looking into the distance, the towering mountains and steep cliffs in the north are silently telling of endless sorrow and resentment. Their outlines in the afterglow of autumn are like the jade hairpin and spiral bun on a woman's head, which are both beautiful and somewhat sad.

now!

The whole scene was so quiet that even the air seemed to have frozen, and only the rustling sound of pen and ink on paper could be clearly heard.

Xie Guan wrote the following two sentences:

"At sunset, on the top of the building, listening to the sound of the wild geese, a wanderer from the south of the Yangtze River."

"Look at Wu Gou, photographed the railings, no one will, so I want to board."

Zhang Yuanlai recited these two sentences slowly, with a hint of melancholy in his voice.

As the sun sets, it hangs obliquely above the building. The sound of the lonely wild goose crying vividly depicts the inner grief and depression of the wanderer in the south of the Yangtze River.

"I looked at the Wu hook and patted the railings, but no one understood my desire to climb up..."

Before Jia Yu and the other two could even sigh, Xie Guan had already written the entire poem in one go:

"Don't talk about the sea bass being ready to be eaten, the west wind is blowing, has Ji Ying returned yet? Asking for land and asking for a house, I'm afraid I'll be ashamed to see the talent of a young man."

"What a pity that time flies, and the trees are still like this despite the sorrows of wind and rain! Who can I ask to bring the red scarf and green sleeves to find the hero's tears?"

Xie Guan gently blew the ink dry and signed at the bottom, "Xie Guan, Poetry Gathering at Caotang."

Jia Yu and the other two just stood there in a daze, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

at this time!

The MC had already taken away Xie Guan's paper. Jia Yu suddenly woke up and asked involuntarily:
"Thank you... Master Guan, are these three poems all written by you?"

The tone was a little more respectful.

Yu Ke shook his head slightly.

Jia Yu and the other two thought it was normal. These three stunning poems would definitely be circulated after today's banquet.

It is really unbelievable that one person composed three poems on the spot.

He Xiao asked quickly: "I don't know where Master Guan saw it."

Yu Ke smiled slightly.

"I once dreamt of traveling to a fairyland of poetry, where the immortals there recited poems to me for five thousand years."

He Xiao's face froze.

Zhou Yuner took over the conversation with a smile: "Young Master is joking again."

"When Prime Minister Su beat his opponent in chess, he often said that it was just a dream playing against an immortal."

"Now Master Guan has also seen immortals in his dreams, which is quite interesting."

As she looked at him with her beautiful eyes, she felt that Xie Guan was a little more casual now than before.

Zhang Yuanlai also laughed and said, "Mr. Yuan always talks about it. Mr. Guan must have been touched on the head by an immortal."

"I didn't believe it before, but now I do."

After hearing this, Jia Yu laughed and shook his head. If it was not done by Xie Guan, then who did it?

The "Incomplete Poems" that were once famous in the West Wing Tower are now considered to be unworthy of their reputation.

A picture of "Exploring the Dragon in the Clouds and Mist."

Now I write three more poems in front of me.

Jia Yu was already convinced.

Li Xiangjun was a little disappointed. She didn't expect that the poem written by Xie Guan was so outstanding, and Hu Yunniang was lucky.

On the square stage.

After Hu Yunniang stepped down from the stage, the previous courtesan of Zixiao Pavilion came on stage and announced the opening poem.

Three poems about plum blossoms.

The leader among them is.

"The colorful flowers are ashamed to imitate others, and their spirit can be seen only from the end. Under the dark cliffs in the deep mountains and streams, a few flowers bloom without borrowing spring."

Although it is not bad, it is not as good as the opening poem of Lady Gongsun.

There is also a emcee who has counted the number of hairpins in the previous show.

However, it will not be announced at this time, but after the courtesans at the Banquet have finished their performances and the numbers have been counted, it will be announced together.

Another oiran continued to take the stage.

Zhou Yuner and Li Xiangjun's eyes moved, and it was another familiar person.

Chenxiang, the courtesan of Yuehuaxuan, has already come on stage.

(End of this chapter)