Legendary star: Signed to the Palace at the beginning

Chapter 14

"It's played well." Xiao Chuan recited casually, "The big strings are like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The chaotic strings are mixed and mixed, and the big and small beads fall on the jade plate."

Yu Wenyan's eyes lit up, and she said, "Brother Dugu also understands rhythm?"

Old Xiao Chuan blushed, and said, "I don't quite understand, I just made up nonsense just now."

He Tuo said: "Brother Dugu is humble, your four lines of poem fit the music very well."

Yu Wenyan said: "Yes, the big strings are like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The chaotic strings are mixed, and the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate. Brother Dugu, write it down."

Xiao Chuan scratched his head, and said: "The two characters of a certain person are like chicken chops, but I can't get them out."

Yu Wenyan smiled and said, "Someone will write it for brother Dugu."

There were pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the table. Xiao Chuan looked at the paper. It was bright and delicate, white as a cocoon and as thin as silk. He couldn't help but said: "This paper is really white."

Yu Wenyan said: "This is called silkworm cocoon paper, also known as frosting paper. Some people say it is made of silkworm cocoons, and some say it is made of tree bark. In the past, Wang Xizhi's book "Lanting Preface" was made of silkworm cocoon paper. "Shi Shuo" "Xinyu" once recorded that "using silkworm cocoon paper and mouse whisker brushes, it is charming and strong, and it is peerless." [Note 1]

Xiao Chuan admired it in his heart, he was cheating, and he was really knowledgeable, so he praised: "Brother Yuwen really has a chest, I admire it."

The corners of Ruyi's mouth twitched, and Yu Wenyan blushed when she heard the word "chest". Without saying a word, she picked up the brush and wrote four lines of poems. The handwriting is graceful and elegant.

Xiao Chuan praised: "Good handwriting, good handwriting, can brother Yuwen write two more pictures?"

Yu Wenyan asked curiously, "Why?"

Xiao Chuan said with a smile: "If someone sells it for money, he will definitely be able to sell it for a lot of money."

Yu Wenyan smiled lightly, but Ruyi said with contempt: "It's really vulgar and uneducated, and you actually want to sell our little, little man's words for money? Do you know how many people are crying and begging for the little man's words?" ?”

Xiao Chuan said: "Ruyi, you don't have any sense of economics. I dare say that Brother Yuwen's calligraphy will be very valuable in future generations. Collecting a few pieces now and leaving them to future generations will be a lot of wealth."

Ruyi said: "You can't enjoy it either, what's the point?"

Seeing the two quarreling, Yu Wenyan felt amused, and persuaded: "Okay, you two stop fighting, if Brother Dugu likes it, I will write a song."

Xiao Chuan said: "Great, wait and see."

Yu Wenyan smiled brightly, picked up the pen and started writing.

"Rise and fall wait for morning dew, the world is like duckweed.

Prosperity is hard to defend, and Chitai will eventually level off.

Where is the wealth now?Empty things write Danqing.

There is no music in a glass of wine, but there is sound in stringed songs.

Yu Ben, the son of the royal family, drifted into the captive court.

Once success or failure is seen, the embrace is suddenly vertical and horizontal.

This has been the case since ancient times, and I am not the only one who applied for the name.

Only the song of Mingjun hurts the love of distant marriage. "

He Tuo looked at it, applauded the case, and cheered: "Good poem! In the past, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty ordered Wusun princess Liu Xijun, the daughter of Liu Jian, the king of Jiangdu in the Western Han Dynasty, to marry Wusun first, and marry the king Kunmo first. Kunmo died. Married his grandson Cen Zou again, and died of sorrow at the age of about 20, only "Song of Sorrow" has been handed down to later generations, and Brother Yuwen's poem is comparable to "Song of Sorrow."

Yu Wenyan said: "Brother Qifeng is talented, this poem is an imitation of "Song of Sorrow"."

After finishing speaking, Yu Wenyan took up a pen and wrote "Song of Sadness":
"My family marries me to the sky,
The king of Wusun from a foreign country.

The dome is the room and the wall is the wall.

Feed on meat and butter as pulp.

I always think about my heart hurt,
Wish to return to his hometown for the yellow Hu. "

Xiao Chuan sighed: "Everyone in the world envies the children of the royal family to be well-clothed and well-fed, with unlimited scenery, but they don't know that the men of the royal family are cautious every day, walking on thin ice, and the women of the royal family can't help their fate, and often become marriage tools of political groups."

When Yu Wenyan heard the words, her heart skipped a beat, and she said, "Brother Dugu has extraordinary insights, and is very unusual."

After Xiao Chuan finished speaking, he regretted it. In this era of supremacy of imperial power, talking about these Internet trolls of later generations is not courting death.

So he hurriedly raised his glass and said: "Hehehe, there is a newcomer on stage, let's continue to watch, drink, drink."

Only then did the two stop, looking towards the stage, a girl in pink came up and started dancing.

Then there were beauties performing on stage, and literati presented poems from time to time.

As a veteran driver, in his previous life Xiao Chuan watched many performances on TV and on the Internet. His vision is not comparable to that of Bei Zhou.

Ruyi whispered: "Small, little man, I feel that they are not as good at playing and singing as you."

Yu Wenyan said: "These girls have at least ten or eight years of knowledge, and their skills are already pretty good."

He Tuo and the other literati were very excited, including Yang Yong, who also looked anxious.

Suddenly there was a burst of cheers: "The next performer is Master Yun!"

Several big drums are placed on the stage, one big drum is placed flat in the center of the stage, and the other big drums stand vertically around.

A woman in colorful clothes jumped onto the drum lightly, her jade feet touched the drum, and made a "dong" sound. Then she swung her arms, and two colorful sleeves more than three meters long flew and hit the standing drums on both sides.

The woman in colorful clothes dances lightly on the drum, with rippling sleeves, like two colored ribbons, flying up and down, hitting back and forth, hitting the standing drum from time to time, matching the drumbeat under her feet, it is very pleasant to the ear.

All the scholars were stunned and their spirits left their bodies.

He Tuo murmured: "Beautiful! This waist, this figure, especially those little feet, I wish I could hold it in my arms."

Ruyi frowned, spat, and said, "Bah! Deng Tuzi."

He Tuo said: "Xiao Langjun, you are too young to understand. Everyone has a love for beauty. This is not lust, but the pursuit of beauty."

Ruyi said: "I hate you literati the most. You are full of men and women who are thieves and prostitutes, but you talk about romance."

Xiao Chuan smiled and said: "Yes, it depends on how you say it. If people ask you, what do you want to do in the future? If you answer making money and finding beautiful women, they will call you vulgar. If you answer career and love, people will praise you for having ideals.”

Yu Wenyan smiled and said, "What is Brother Dugu's ideal?"

Xiao Chuan said: "A certain ideal is to make a lot of money so that his wife and children can live a happy life."

Yu Wenyan asked concerned: "Brother Dugu is married?"

Xiao Chuan slapped his head, how could I speak out what is in my mind for future generations?
Hastily explained: "A certain is not yet married, but seeing the hardships of his parents, younger siblings, and sisters, he wants to work hard to make money so that his family can live better and live with dignity."

Yu Wenyan said: "Brother Dugu's insight is different. Other nobles think about making achievements and living in debauchery, but you think about your family."

Xiao Chuan said with a smile: "A certain ideal can also be understood as career and love."

Yu Wenyan said: "Brother Dugu's words are perfect, my little brother has been taught."

He Tuo said: "Okay, two virtuous brothers, let's forget about ideals and love, and quickly think of some good poems to come out on top."

PS: [Note 1] Excerpted from "Shi Shuo Xin Yu" by Liu Yiqing of the Southern Song Dynasty cited in Volume [-] of "Shi Lei Fu".

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