Da Song Private Investigator

Chapter 544 Lingbo can't pass Hengtang Road.

After the prince said this, he picked up a pen and wrote a poem on the paper. After the prince finished writing, he chanted softly, and everyone applauded after listening.

At this time, Hwarang and Wen Meng just came. After hearing Prince Duan Suxing's ci, Hwarang also felt good, but there is still some distance from the ci writers.

After Prince Duan Suxing wrote a poem, other scholars and talented scholars tried to write a good love poem by using what they had learned in their lives.

Everyone showed their voices one after another, which made Prince Duan Suxing very excited. He is usually a lover of poetry, and now someone is composing lyrics on the spot, so he can't miss it.

Among these people, some of the lyrics express a kind of beauty in love, some are purely pornographic, and they are the kind of explicit pornography, and some express the depression of love that cannot be obtained, and so on, it is indeed considered It's a big event.

Everyone was so eloquent, about an hour later, the crown prince Duan Suxing had collected seven or eight good poems, and after carefully chanting those poems, he immediately composed the music, and then asked Miss Huiqiong to sing it out, Miss Huiqiong is also a talented woman , especially for this matter, so even if she sang for the first time, she could still express the meaning of the words. Everyone was so fascinated by it that they even forgot to applaud for a while.

After singing in this way, there are not many people in the pavilion who can compose lyrics. After all, lyrics should pay attention to inspiration, not as many as there are.

No one wrote lyrics, and the scene suddenly became quite quiet, but Duan Suxing seemed to be still immersed in the excitement just now, so he got up and looked at the crowd and asked, "Is there anyone else who can write good lyrics?"

Although there were shouts around, no one could stand up. Wen Meng pulled Hualang's sleeve and asked, "Would you like to go up and be the leader?"

Hwarang smiled: "In this kind of occasion, why steal other people's glory, if I go up, I will only provoke their dislike."

These words are a bit conceited, but Wen Meng likes to hear such words, because if others say these words, they are really conceited, but Hua Lang said that no one would think that he is conceited.

But even if Hwarang didn't want to join in the fun, Prince Duan Suxing couldn't let him go, because after Duan Suxing said those words, he suddenly saw Hwarang in the crowd. After seeing Hwarang, Duan Suxing immediately shouted: " Playboy, today is such a grand occasion, let's write a love poem!"

Hwarang wanted to evade, but as soon as Duan Suxing finished speaking, the scholars outside the pavilion pushed Hwarang up, Hwarang had no choice but to pick up a pen and write on paper, when he finished writing, Duan Suxing was stunned. Once there, it seems like I can’t even read aloud.

After a long time, Duan Suxing recited:

Lingbo is no more than Hengtang Road.But watch off, Fang Chen goes.Who is Jin Sehua?Yueqiao Garden, with small windows and vermilion households.Only Chun knows where.

Fei Yun Ran Ran Heng Gao Mu.Colored pen new question heartbroken sentence.If you ask how much leisure you have.Yichuan Tobacco is full of wind and wind in the city.Plums turn yellow when it rains.

After the crown prince Duan Suxing finished chanting, he wrote a new sentence with a colored pen.If you ask how much leisure you have.Yichuan Tobacco is full of wind and wind in the city.Plums turn yellow when it rains.After chanting these few lines several times, they stopped. At this time, the entire pavilion was surrounded by deep silence, because they were amazed by Hwarang's poem.

This poem was written by He Zhu, and it expresses emotion, but the actual situation is to express his underappreciated talent. However, when Hualang sang it, he didn’t feel that his talent was underappreciated. After all, to understand the artistic conception of the poem, it is necessary to compare it with the author’s identity and environment. He Zhu was unrecognized for talent, so when everyone sang it, they naturally felt that it was a poem for unrecognized talent, but Hwarang didn't have these circumstances, so he sang it all because of love.

The pursuit of beautiful feelings, and the melancholy that cannot be achieved.

In terms of love, everyone has the pursuit of beautiful love, but also the melancholy of not being able to pursue it, so reading it can make people feel deeply.

Even if there are people who have never encountered "can't pursue", after reading this poem, they can still feel the melancholy of not being able to pursue.

Good words have this kind of charm.

As soon as Hwarang’s poem came out, no one dared to go forward to compose it again. Prince Duan Suxing liked the poem very much. Even when composing the song, he changed it several times until he felt that it was almost the same. , let Huiqiong sing.

When Miss Huiqiong sang, her voice was very beautiful, and people could faintly hear the longing for beautiful love, and she sang heart-breaking sentences with new topics in colored pens.If you ask how much leisure you have.Yichuan Tobacco is full of wind and wind in the city.Plums turn yellow when it rains.It also showed a kind of helplessness.

After such a lively scene, everyone dispersed at noon. Those scholars who came with Prince Duan Suxing all bid farewell to Prince Duan Suxing because Hua Lang stole their limelight. Prince Duan Suxing didn't care about their farewell, he Coming to Hua Lang, he said with a smile: "Hua Gongzi's poem is really good, even if you don't look at its artistic conception, just the last few amazing words are enough to be passed down."

Hwarang didn't want to discuss more about words, so he smiled and said, "It's already noon, shall we go have dinner?"

Prince Duan Suxing nodded: "Of course, let's go."

A lot of people flocked into Giethoorn Village, and Hwarang and Crown Prince Duan Suxing naturally followed. The shops on both sides of the Giethoorn Village Street were doing very well. They found an inn to sit down, and then asked the waiter to buy all the delicious food in the store. Serve them all up.

The inn was a bit noisy, Crown Prince Duan Suxing didn't seem to like eating in this kind of place, but Hwarang and the others didn't care, and they found it very interesting to eat in such a lively place, because they could hear things that they couldn't hear normally.

At this time, at a dining table near Hwarang's table, there were several scholars who looked like scholars. One of the scholars looked upright and stable. He put a peanut in his mouth and chewed it, and then He picked up the wine on the table and drank it all, and then took out a book of geography to read. At this time, the person sitting next to him asked: "Brother Xu Yun, you are the most knowledgeable among us. Did the legend of the Butterfly Spring really exist in history? So Wen Guxialang really fell into the Butterfly Spring and then flew out as butterflies?"

The scholar named Xu Yun put down the geography in his hand, picked up a glass of wine and said, "Wengu and Xialang are extremely likely to exist, but the legend doesn't seem to be true. Human beings have been processed to become like this, you and I are both readers, so how can you believe the story of turning into a butterfly!"

The scholar who asked this question drank the wine in his glass and said: "Brother Xu Yun is right, what he said is right, come, let's have another drink."