Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 117 The Story of Yueyang Tower
Duan Xiu asked Zhao Dezhao to designate a lyric card at random, and then wrote the lyrics according to the lyric card on the spot, and then composed the tune on the spot, and taught the kabuki to sing.

In just a moment, a new song was sung at the table, and everyone cheered and cheered.

Zhao Dezhao also felt admiration in his heart, thinking that let alone two lifetimes, he would not be able to learn it even in ten lifetimes.

After a few words of modesty, Duan Xiu turned to salute Zhao Dezhao, with a smile on his face: "I have heard for a long time that His Highness is rich in literature and famous, and he is very talented..."

Hearing this, Zhao Dezhao suddenly felt that something was wrong. When did Lao Tzu become famous and talented?What the hell are you trying to do with this nonsense? !

Sure enough, Duan Xiu went on to say: "That's why Xiao Ke dared to throw bricks to attract jade, and implored His Highness to show his skills here, and also compose a poem based on the lyrics that Xiao Ke used just now, and teach the kabuki to sing it. From then on, His Highness's talent will be spread. In the local area, it is also a grand event!"

Zhao Dezhao's smile froze on his face, and he suddenly understood in his heart.

No wonder this guy has to go around in such a big circle to show off his skills, so he was waiting here, this old boy is holding a grudge, and he deliberately wants to embarrass me!
Zhao Dezhao looked left and right. Everyone at the banquet was full of giggles and gloating expressions. Turning around, Pan Mei spread her hands and cast a helpless look.

If it were just to compose a poem, it would not be difficult. Zhao Dezhao could also remember some famous poems in his mind, but the difficulty was that the word card had been assigned, which was equivalent to a propositional composition, which was more than ten times more difficult.

"If Your Highness finds it difficult, please punish yourself with three cups, it will not hurt."

Duan Xiu giggled, looking like a villain.

Although this is said lightly, everyone here knows that this is not about three glasses of wine at all, but about dignity, face and prestige!

Zhao Dezhao was caught off guard and forced to a corner, the sweat on his forehead was rushing out, he desperately recalled those Song Dynasty poems that he remembered in his previous life, and indeed he remembered a lot, but there was no suitable one in his eagerness. It would only look blunt and weird if it was copied. If there is anything that can be said to suit the situation, there is only one "Yueyang Tower", but this place is not called "Yueyang Tower"!
Those seniors who travel through time travel are very good at copying and copying, and copy wherever they go, why are they so aggrieved when they time travel by themselves!

Yueyang Tower?Yuezhou?

Zhao Dezhao's mind turned rapidly, and suddenly he cursed that I was too stupid, wouldn't it be enough to change his name?Laozi said it was called Yueyang Tower, so it was called Yueyang Tower!

"Everyone, the lyrics and music are just small ways, and I don't bother to do it!" Zhao Dezhao looked around the audience, raised the tone with one sentence, and then smiled, and said slowly: "Today, the arrival of all the talents is a great event in Yuezhou. , I am quite moved in my heart, why don't I write an essay to remember it!"

An on-site composition, which is much more difficult than writing lyrics and teaching singing. This is a non-article that everyone can’t do. Everyone’s face is weird, and they are quite suspicious. I have never heard of you, the king of Tianshui, what kind of literary name you have. You are cruel. There are some ridiculous reputations.

"Prepare your pen and ink!" Zhao Dezhao shouted loudly.

In the place where literati gather, brushes, ink, paper and inkstones are naturally ready-made, and servants soon come up to set up the table, lay out the paper and pens, Zhao Dezhao doesn't even think about it, and writes quickly.

"In the spring of the eighth year of Kaibao, Duke Yu was relegated to Baling County. Within a month, the government was well-organized and the people were harmonious, and all wastes were prosperous. It happened that Yu Tong's army was passing through and met at Yueyang Tower. I was quite emotional, so I wrote an essay to remember it."

"The Story of Yueyang Tower" is one of the famous passages that Zhao Dezhao memorized in his palace school. It is one of the famous passages that must be memorized in middle school Chinese classes. Zhao Dezhao slightly changed the first few sentences to suit the current situation. You only need to write according to your memory, there is almost no hindrance, and in the eyes of everyone, it is extremely quick thinking.

"Yu Guanfu Baling Shengzhang, in a lake in Dongting, with distant mountains in his mouth, swallowing the Yangtze River, a vast soup, boundless..."

Fan Zhongyan's masterpiece is beautiful in words, magnificent in atmosphere, catchy to read, and full of beautiful rhymes. Zhao Dezhao himself felt very touched when he wrote it.

They crowded behind Zhao Dezhao one after another, and every time they wrote a sentence, they would let out an exclamation, and in the end, they were so shocked that they even forgot to exclaim and applaud, and there was only a sound of gasping and gasping.

As the master, Yu Bai was still proud of his status at first, and sat in the master seat, but finally he couldn't hold back his curiosity. He came closer and took a look, and his whole body seemed to be haunted, as if he had turned into a clay sculpture. He stared blankly at Zhao Dezhao's pen.

Zhao Dezhao paused for a moment, turned his head and smiled at Yu Bai, and then hastened to finish writing.

"If you live high in a temple, you worry about its name; if you live far away in the rivers and lakes, you worry about its king; but when can you be happy?"

"It must be worried about the world's worries first, and happy after the world's joy!"

"Hey! Mr. Wei Yu, who am I going to return?"

In the last sentence of the whole article, Zhao Dezhao, in addition to his self-proclaimed ambition to be noble, also added Yu Bai to it by the way, giving him a big praise.

After finishing writing, the audience was silent for a moment, and then there was a roar of applause.

"Duke Yu, what do you think of my king's article?" Zhao Dezhao looked at Yu Bai and asked with a smile.

Yu Bai acted as if he had never heard of it, his face was flushed, his breathing was short of breath, his eyes were staring straight at the article on the desk, as if he had some kind of hysteria.

"Gong Yu?" Someone sensed something was wrong and gently pushed his arm.

With this light push, old man Yu unexpectedly lost his footing, and with a thump, he fell headfirst to the ground.

"Duke Yu!"

With a cry of surprise, the crowd gathered around one after another, pinching people, shouting for hot water, and urgently calling for a doctor, causing chaos in the already cramped and narrow pavilion.

"Duke Yu is getting phlegm, right?"

"Nonsense! Mr. Yu is overly surprised!"

"You're just talking nonsense! It's because you were too pleasantly surprised that you got phlegm!"

Zhao Dezhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't expect that old man Yu, who dared to challenge the emperor in the court hall, would be so unbearable to be praised. Anyway, who is it? !

With the help of everyone rushing to help, Yu Bai woke up before the doctor arrived. He immediately stood up with strength and bowed deeply to Zhao Dezhao, his eyes filled with tears.

(End of this chapter)