Datang Imperial Physician

Chapter 123
"Did you copy it?" The tone was expectant.

"I copied a piece of music. What about you?" Very calmly, I asked back by the way.Shaking his head and sighing, he made a gesture of regret: "I was planning to go to Liangshan to become the [-]th hero, but I still can't do it. The eight generations of poor peasants in my family can't leave the organization."

The beauty heard this and rolled her eyes.Wei Jia just smiled and said seriously: "It's not anymore, I just don't like it. Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Li Shangyin, these brilliant names, we descendants, know them from their poems, I always feel that only they themselves can be worthy of those poems, and we are not that person, so we don’t pretend to be that way.”

This is indeed Wei Jia's heartfelt voice.Elegant and romantic poets, if there are no those poems, would poets still be the romantic and charming poets?In other words, without the personality charm of Taibai, the poet fairy, those poems, Wei Zhi felt, seemed to have lost their brilliance.

"Is Taibai perfecting his poems, or those poems fulfilling Taibai's thousand-year reputation? I think they should complement each other. Wonderful things are not ours. We can't pretend to be them. Besides, Each has its own strengths, I can't write poetry, but I can do other things, self-confidence, self-knowledge, it seems... we are not inferior to others, right? Beauty."

He was speaking in a serious manner at first, but at the last sentence, he was a little angry and laughed badly.Xie Jiu looked at him silently for a while, and Wei Chi felt a little uncomfortable, so he quickly explained: "Well, this is my personal idea, don't be the same as me, I have a thick skin, and I am not afraid of other people's jokes and ignorance. It's just the first song, it's all right."

Xie Jiu's stern face suddenly moved away, touched Wei Jia's face, and said, "I didn't realize that you still have a pedantic air about a scholar."

Wei Chi almost breathed a sigh of relief: "This... is this pedantic? It's respect! Principle! Be firm! How can you say pedantic? Are you criticizing or praising?"

Xie Jiu smiled: "Of course it's a compliment!"

Wei Chi is speechless, who has ever heard that pedantry is a compliment?Swallowing the blood donation that was about to spurt, he quickly changed the subject: "What music did you copy? You don't know waltz or symphony, do you?"

"Is that all you know?"

"I'm not a professional, and I really don't know much."

"Colorful clouds chasing the moon."

The beautiful sister announced the answer calmly.Wei Chi breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, it was still a Chinese piece, and he didn't compose western classical music. He was also worried that his sister had practiced too much piano and violin, and only knew classical music.

"Did you play?"

The beautiful elder sister glanced at the guy, and said: "I don't know how to play the guqin or the zither, and I don't understand Jiaozheng Gongshang. I just hum the score, which is played by the musicians in the palace."

The two were talking, and when they talked about the scene at that time, they were all a little funny.The young couple can't compose poems, but it's the general environment of this era to recite poems and write lyrics.In this regard, Wei Jia understands the time traveler very well. There is no way, the ancients are just like this, it is not that they want to be a thief in the literary world, sometimes they are really forced to go to Liangshan.

Xie Jiu was forced to steal a song "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon". Wei Jia, cheeky, said "Boom, boom, boom" without saying a word, picked up the wine glass, and consciously punished himself with three glasses. , or playful gazes, he was very justified, and said very simply: "Returning to your majesty, I really don't know how to write poems. If you want to listen to doggerel, then it's okay for me to go all out. Anyway, I have no knowledge, and almost all the people in the country are quick to write poems." Got it. Let’s compose a poem. It’s a rare skill. I can’t write a single word right now, so I’ll punish myself three times.”

After all, he picked up the wine glass and drank three more glasses.At these words, there was a burst of high or low laughter in the audience, His Majesty Li Er shook his head with a smile, and spared Wei Jia.

Except for the episode of making a poem, the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner was still very enjoyable. This guy took out the posture of fighting wine with the leader in the later generations, with tea in the left hand and wine in the right hand, using all the tricks commonly used on the wine table of later generations, and finally kept his sobriety .

Back home, they took a bath and changed back to home clothes. The servants set up a table in the yard early, with various fruits, snacks, and mooncakes made according to Wei Jia's suggestion.The ones with ham stuffing were prepared by Wei Jia for himself. Xie Jiu likes fruit stuffing, so he made some.It was finished yesterday, and the locust army of the Tang Dynasty sent people to deliver it.

Instructing the servants not to disturb, Wei Jia hugged Xie Jiu, moved the soft chair to the yard, and the two leaned against each other to enjoy the moon.

Wei Jia was a little emotional, looked up at the bright moon, and said: "At this time last year, I was on duty, and I didn't feel much. The festival was over, and I didn't feel much. This year is dedicated to the festival, why do I feel a little sad? It's normal. day!"

Talking and talking, a little sad.Xie Jiu turned around and kissed him.This is the first festival they are familiar with since they came to ancient times. Mid-Autumn Festival, they should be members of the group, but now, there are only the two of them.

Teenagers don't know what it's like to be sad, and fall in love with upper floors.Fall in love with the upper floors, and worry about writing new words.

Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to say it.I want to say goodbye, but I say it's a cool autumn.

(End of this chapter)