The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

Chapter 307
Taixue’s school is the ninth rank, the doctor’s degree is the eighth rank, and the department’s career is the sixth rank.

It stands to reason that when the celebration banquet was held, this Siye should have met Zhao Tun in the Daqing Hall, but he was not in Tokyo during that time, he went to Yingtian Mansion to supervise the school, so he did not attend the banquet.

However, as a sixth-rank official, he may have seen it from the side, not necessarily face to face, maybe just a sideways view, or a glimpse from a distance.

Si Ye felt this way at the moment, he felt that he must have seen this madman somewhere before, and he felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

At this time, the script after transcribing the case said: "The scholar who came to Taiwan came to leave his name."

Zhao Tun shook his head: "Don't leave a name for now, let's talk about it after writing a poem."

Shubi has also heard about writing poems with his feet. Seeing that he refuses to record his name, he looks behind to do business.

Si Yezheng was puzzled in his heart, so he nodded: "Let him write poetry first!"

Xuezheng at the side immediately whispered: "Si Ye, this is against the rules."

Si Ye frowned and said: "It's okay, he will leave his name for himself if he does well, and if he doesn't do well, he will ask for punishment."

Xuezheng said: "How could this crazy student do well? I think he didn't dare to go on stage at first, but he came up because he didn't want to apologize because of face. Right now, he is just putting on airs and putting on airs."

Si Ye said: "Let's do it first."

When the writer got a reply, he said to Zhao Tun, "Scholars write poems."

Zhao Tong looked at the audience, and everyone was staring at him, he smiled and said: "There are so many Mid-Autumn Festival poems from ancient times, it is difficult to come up with new ideas, I will write a song today."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the audience, and even the doctors of Taixue on the stage looked at each other in blank dismay.

That Xuezheng said: "Qu? How can Qu be so elegant? I think this crazy student is deliberately making trouble and sensationalizing!"

Si Ye shook his head and said, "Since it is a poetry meeting, music is naturally feasible."

Poetry is actually a general term for a literary genre, not just quatrains and ancient sayings.

And words, songs, short songs, short Fu, etc., can all be called poetry.

Therefore, in the poetry meeting, not only can you write the rhythm and Yuefu, but you can also write lyrics, music, and even short parallel, four Li and six essays.

At this time, a scholar in the audience shouted: "Is this brother a linger or a divertimento?"

Linghe divertimento are all clear songs, without action or words, and are only used for a cappella.

An order is independent of a piece of music, and a small order can be combined with the same number of pieces to form a large order, which is also called a tune.

The divertimento is a set of pieces composed of several different tunes, expressing the emotion of the same scenery and things.

This kind of Qing opera basically does not enter the opera to make libretto, which is different from the Daqu that strings together many brands and sings about different things in the opera.

In Qingqu, there is very little addition of words under each song card, and the number of characters is generally fixed.

In addition to the difference in the use of rhythm and words, the wording is more popular and straightforward, both refined and popular, and more understandable, and it is smoother to laugh and curse.

But it is also because Qu's language is simple and straightforward, even ordinary people can understand it, so it is not elegant to learn Zheng, thinking that things that ordinary people can understand are probably not advanced.

But from the point of view of spreading, the spread of a good song in the world is actually higher than that of lyrics.

After all, most of the words are popular among the upper-class scholar-bureaucrats, limited to the number of people, while the songs are more popular in the market, more people can hear them, and they are easier to understand.

As for the later generations of Song opera, the popularity of Ci was not as good as that, it was only because Ci was favored in this dynasty, and scholars and bureaucrats sought after it, so they deliberately distanced themselves from Li Shu.

Just as the Tang Dynasty advocating the law and the ancient poems, so the later generations of Tang Ci did not spread much, the same is true in the Yuan Dynasty, Yuan Shangqu, so the later generations of Yuan Ci are less.

This kind of Qingqu also has a name, and the folks call it Sanqu.

Zhao Tang looked at the scholar shouting and said with a smile, "Just fill in an order."

The scholar below applauded when he heard the words, obviously he had a special liking for the song.

Yan Shizi and the others frowned. As Tai students, they had been studying for more than 20 or [-] years, and they all knew about Qingqu, and even wrote it, but no one could write it well.

Just because the song not only needs to be understood by scholars, but also by ordinary people, and it must be easy to understand. This is really a bit twisted for students who are all-in-one and do allusions.

Therefore, the songs written are often nondescript, the words are not the words, and the songs are not the music, which is quite different.

The scholar below shouted again: "What brand is Xiongtai making?"

Zhao Tong said: "Just make a decree for folding laurel."

The scholar's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said hello repeatedly.

Originally, the song brand of Zhe Gui Ling was evolved from Tang Ci Pai, also known as "The First Branch of Autumn Wind", "Guang Han Qiu", "Chan Gong Song", "Tian Xiang Yin" and other names. It is most suitable for the Mid-Autumn Festival. None of the tunes is more suitable for Mid-Autumn Festival than this zheguiling.

Zhao Tang looked back at the officials of the imperial academy behind him, and saw all of them had complicated expressions, so he couldn't help smiling, thinking to himself, Mr. Yunzhuang, I've offended you.

Then he looked up at the full moon in the night sky, and began to chant:
Who grinds a round of flying mirrors?According to the heaven and earth, print through the mountains and rivers.

The jade dew is lingering, washing the autumn sky and the silver and the Han without waves. It is more clear than the constant night light, and it does not hinder the osmanthus shadow dancing.

Lao Tzu sang, to ask Chang'e, what if you are not drunk in a good night?
In just a few sentences, a poem about laurels to complete the Mid-Autumn Festival, and a dreamy, half-bold, half-absurd picture pops into everyone's mind.

You can hear the drop of a needle on the stage, but there is no sound in the audience.

It took a long time for Si Ye to come back to his senses. He took a long breath and said to himself: "Okay, that's great, this is the taste, this is the taste that the song should have!"

All the doctors also came out of the artistic conception of this song, looking at each other, all of them were shocked, it is impossible for someone to make the song to such an extent, isn't it, isn't it...

At this moment, they all have an idea in their hearts, but no one dares to say it out. If the song can be made like this, wouldn't it be able to compete with the words?Compete!
No one dares to say it, and no one wants to admit it in their hearts. After all, Ci is the current mainstream, and it was even added to the imperial examination at one time. Literati and bureaucrats all wrote lyrics, but how many of them wrote music?Saying this kind of thing is really too offending, especially offending those current poets.

But those few lines just now directly pulled them into a clear, grotesque and interesting artistic conception, which made them unable to stop, unwilling to break free in their hearts, and couldn't help but want to shout hello.

At this moment, Si Ye opened his mouth, and a doctor followed him: "It's really a good song. I haven't heard of it, but this song can be so beautiful!"

Another doctor twirled his beard and said: "A good song, it is really a good song, it is common but not vulgar, it is universal, it is suitable for both the refined and the common, and it is suitable for both the refined and the popular, this is the real music!"

The Tai students below also began to praise, especially the scholar who was interested in the song, he smiled happily, and shouted to the students next to him: "I said that the song is not worse than the lyrics, but we can't make it. That's all, now that this brother can write such a wonderful song, what else do you have to say?"

The few people around him had obviously argued with him about the lyrics, and they couldn't help but blushed at the moment. The mid-autumn festival was shocked by this song, but even if they admitted it in their hearts, they didn't want to admit defeat. One of them said: "It's this You, Gao Yan, did not compose it first, if you can compose a piece like this, I will admit that the piece does not lose its lyrics."

The scholar surnamed Gao was not annoyed when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "Zhang Zhongzong, my brother and I are on the same path, but your words are really sophistry."

The scholar next to him said: "Yanxian, this song is very good, it is different from the ones that are circulating now, but this is a work for the occasion, can't it represent all of them?"

The scholar surnamed Gao shook his head: "Zheng Xing's words are wrong. I believe that brother can not only compose the song for the occasion, but also the other songs."

Another scholar said: "It doesn't make much difference whether it's suitable or not. If this brother can make a similar song, I will obey what you said before!"

The scholar surnamed Gao looked at this person: "Shaoyang, then you have to give in, I think this brother will definitely be able to do it again!"

At this time, the faces of Yan Shizi and others turned pale, and the song that Zhao Tuo wrote on the stage had obviously shocked everyone, and even the other Tai students praised it a lot.

And those four Tai students who have always been good at criticizing, Gordon, Zhang Yuanqian, Xu Kui, and Chen Dong, although they seemed to be arguing, they all admitted that the song was good.

Yan Shizi's voice was a little trembling, and he whispered to the scholar who had a poem on the pillar wall: "My dear friends, is this song good... But it seems to have nothing to do with foot writing, right?"

Everyone glared at him and didn't answer, thinking that if you hadn't caused trouble, how could Kuang Sheng come on stage and compose?Everyone is still happy and proud of their own poems, how can they be in such an embarrassing dilemma like now!

Xuezheng looked embarrassed on the stage. He is naturally a person who has read a lot of poetry and books. How could he not be able to judge good from bad?This is a song that will definitely be sung, maybe it will be passed down to future generations, this really hurt his face.

But how could he admit that he was wrong, the more he looked at the Kuangsheng in front of him, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help saying: "I'm afraid there is only this one. Although this song has a great artistic conception, it is hard to find in the world, but I want to repeat it." It is impossible to write such bold and absurd, I think this song is not enough to measure the talent of madness!"

The meaning in his words is obvious, this song was written by luck, and it is impossible to write another song with similar artistic conception, so it is not possible to judge Zhao Tong's talent.

Si Ye was dissatisfied when he heard the words: "Articles are naturally made, and if you get them by chance, even if you can't write similar artistic conceptions, there are still poems handed down as solitary poems."

The doctor also said: "Tang Youchun's solitary piece on Jianghuayueyueye is perfect. Although this piece is not as good as it is, it is enough to be handed down to the world. Even if this scholar only writes this piece in his life, he will envy us!"

Hearing this, Xuezheng became more ashamed and annoyed. Although he spent half his life studying, he knew that no one present, including Si Ye, would be able to write articles that would be handed down from generation to generation.

The literary world at this time was far from the atmosphere that was rampant and the stars were shining and reflecting each other during the period from Shenzong to the opening of the dynasty.

At least they Taixue no longer have Qin Shaoyou's kind of big crowd. The more he thought about it, the more he hated it, and the more he felt that the crazy life in front of him was a melody, so he couldn't help getting up and walking away.

He came in front of Zhao Tun and said with a serious face: "This piece is well composed!"

Looking at him, Zhao Tun thought that it was not only good, but he might not be able to write it in 100 years. He laughed and said, "Xuezheng praises it. It's just something you get at your fingertips. It's not worthy of Xuezheng's praise."

"You..." Xuezheng got angry when he heard the words, and hummed after a while: "I think you can only fill in this piece of music. I'm afraid it's difficult to write such an artistic conception. It's crazy to say that you use your feet to compose poems." , how can there be only one piece of music!"

Zhao Tong raised his eyebrows and said, "Then what does it mean to learn righteousness?"

Xuezheng sneered and said: "Since you dare to say that writing poems with your feet is better than the students below, that piece of music is definitely not enough. You can write another Mid-Autumn Festival poem... no, fill in another Mid-Autumn Festival song, and I will admit it." If you can't fill in your crazy words, you should apologize to the students below!"

Zhao Tang reached out and touched his chin. Did he start playing tricks? He actually wanted to fill in another song, and it also had to be a Mid-Autumn Festival song. Come on the second one.

It is not easy to write poems and lyrics. Some poets have to polish every word for several months or even half a year.

Although he didn't make this piece, but carrying it is also tiring, isn't it?You have to remember to think about it, which is also a waste of brain.

He said: "The meaning of Xuezheng... If I make another song, Xuezheng will accept my words?"

Xuezheng said: "If you compose another Mid-Autumn Festival song and still have the same artistic conception, I will recognize the words you wrote with your feet."

Zhao Tong said with a smile: "Xuezheng is recognized by himself? Xuezheng is really easy to take on, Xiaosheng admires it, so I will write another song, but what I said before has nothing to do with the scholars in the audience, as long as I do it, it will be Writing with your feet is better than studying Zhengzheng!"

When he said this, Xuezheng was stunned, and all the students below were also stunned. Gordon laughed and said: "Wonderful, wonderful, this brother is really a wonderful person!"

Chen Dong also nodded and said: "Even though I wasn't around before, I asked clearly that the words about writing poems with my feet were said by this brother, not from the mouth of my brother. It was targeted by this brother."

Gordon said: "Since this is the case, it proves that this brother is not some arrogant person. He is just a great talent and his family wants him to show off. He didn't want to write poetry, but he was squeezed into the stage by others and Xuezheng."

Chen Dong nodded and said: "It should be so!"

At this time, Xuezheng on the stage looked puzzled, glanced at the audience, and said: "Do you think that you can really do it? If you don't do it well, you will leave your name to Xuetang and apologize to everyone!"

Zhao Tong nodded with a smile, Xuezheng saw that he agreed, and his heart was a little bit drummed, but he thought to himself that he could compose two Mid-Autumn Festival songs on the spot with the same artistic conception. Let alone a young student under the age of 20.

But for the sake of caution, he still asked: "It must be a song, not to lose before!"

Zhao Tong said: "Everyone can prove it, how can it be fake!"

Xuezheng snorted: "Just do it, if you can do it, I will admit it!"

He is a ninth-rank official, but at this time it is already a dispute between literati, and the official body is not worth the use, and he can only speak with literature.

Zhao Tun took two steps forward with his hands behind his back, and then said: "Then make another order, let's be the first...Putianle!"

Putianle, the name of the tune, also known as "Huangmeiyu", the northern tune belongs to the Zhonglu Palace, and the southern tune belongs to the Zhenggong Palace.

It can be used for large and small orders, loose sets, and Zaju.

Gordon immediately applauded from the audience: "Brother Taiwan is a great talent, Putianle is also suitable for the occasion!"

Siye on the stage murmured: "Putianle... Mid-Autumn Festival?"

The doctor next to him nodded: "Si Ye is exactly Putianle."

Si Ye thought for a while: "I remember the plainness of this order, it's a common brand."

The doctor said: "The big operas in the play also have this card, but the more it is done like this, the more difficult it is, and most of them are reduced to vulgar tunes."

Si Ye looked at Zhao Tun, thinking slightly.

Zhao Tun thought for a while at this moment, then slowly opened his mouth and said:
Luoyang flowers, Liang Yuanyue, good flowers must be bought, and bright moons must be credited.

The flowers lean on the railing to see the rotten flowers bloom, and the moon once asked the wine for the reunion night.

The moon has profit and loss, and the flowers bloom and fade. I think life is the hardest parting.

The flowers have withered for three years and spring is approaching, the moon is gone and the Mid-Autumn Festival is here, when will people come?
After reciting a song, the audience on and off the stage fell into silence again.

Suddenly, Si Ye stood up from behind the table, and slapped the table with his palm: "What a bright moon, I need credit!"

It’s still the same artistic conception, with the same taste as the previous Zhe Gui Ling. The doctors on both sides closed their eyes slightly, feeling the artistic conception in the song, some had a faint smile on their mouths, some looked a little melancholy, and some shook their heads as if they were repeating in a low voice. tunes.

Xuezheng's face was ashen ashes at this time, "thump, thump, thump" stepped back a few steps, then stood there in a daze for a long time, lowered his head, not daring to look at the crowd, then even covered his face with the sleeve of his robe, stumbled and jumped off the stage, all the way in a panic , staggered away.

Under the stage ahead, Zhao Peng shouted: "Are you convinced?"

Yan Xuezi and the others froze on the spot, all of them looked ashamed, standing or walking, with their mouths open, not knowing what to say.

Gordon shouted: "Brother is a talented man, brother Gordon admires you!"

After all, he bowed deeply.

Zhao Tun returned the salute on the stage.

At this time, a doctor named Taixue came over, his eyes were hot, and his expression was enthusiastic: "I don't know the name of the little friend yet, please report it quickly so that it can be posted on the post."

Before Zhao Tun answered, another doctor came up from behind, pushed away, grabbed Zhao Tun's sleeve and said, "I don't know if my little friend would like to come to my Tai Xue to study? I would like to teach you personally!"

Standing behind the case, Si Ye deliberately stepped forward to explain, but he is a sixth-rank official, so he should not be too disrespectful, coughed and said: "Let this scholar report his name first!"

Hearing the words, the two doctors hurriedly urged, and Zhao Tang smiled: "There is no need to sign up."

The doctor said: "Little friend, how can this be possible? How can you post a column wall without a name and surname?"

Zhao Tong shook his head: "Does the doctor think the song is not bad for the lyrics?"

The doctor hurriedly said: "It's not bad, it's not bad. I think the release of these two songs by Xiaoyou will definitely shock Shilin, and it won't be long before there will be a wave of songs!"

Zhao Tong laughed and said, "That's enough!"

After he finished speaking, he jumped off the flower platform, walked towards Zhao Fujin and his brother, and then led the two of them towards the outside of the crowd without looking back.

The doctor on the stage looked anxious: "Please leave your name..."

Zhao Tun didn't want to leave a name, but Zhao Fen next to him was unwilling, and after thinking about it, he turned around and shouted: "My second brother is the most romantic and talented man in the world!"

The most romantic talent in the world?Si Ye was stunned for a moment on the stage, and then a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and the familiarity of that back immediately matched a name.

He trembled all over, and immediately ran to the side of the stage in three steps and two steps, looked at the figure that had gone away, and shouted in a trembling voice: "His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, I am rude to you, Your Highness, please forgive me..."

King Qin?It was King Qin!
The students and common people in the audience were stunned when they heard the words, the one who composed the music on the stage just now turned out to be King Zhao of Qin!

After a brief silence, the voice broke out, it was a loud noise, all of them were shocked and shouted, extremely enthusiastic.

Everyone turned their heads to look for Zhao Tun, and they all wanted to see King Qin's demeanor again.

It's just that at this moment, just like the dragon who sees the head but doesn't see the tail, how can he see half of Zhao Tun's figure...

(End of this chapter)