Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 78: This wave…

As the head of the brothel, Liu Jingzhuang, who left Linglong House with a long-lasting good sentence, is like a figure in the owner of Linglong House. From the moment you step into Linglong Building, you are greeted with the highest standard of reception. But all the girls with some names apologized to the guests and came to salute in front of Liu Jingzhuang. If Liu Jingzhuang asked them to stay for a while, they would naturally not go back. If Liu Jingzhuang did not speak, they could only leave one side of Jinpa and leave sadly.

According to the rules of the brothel, if the servant of the brothel is found and said to return the Jinpa, it is natural that the two of them will begin to give and receive privately.

The worldly mind is just a gift and a return.

But strangely, those guests didn't care, and also bowed to Liu Jingzhuang.

"I have seen the word saint!"

"I have seen Liu Daru!"

"I have seen Mr. Liu Qi!"

"I have seen Big Brother Liu!"

Greetings to Liu Jingzhuang are varied.

This is a brothel, it feels like an inspection!

The brothel is so terrifying!

Chen Luo was clearly handsome, but at this moment, he was completely covered by Liu Jingzhuang's light, and he followed behind him, completely unobtrusive.

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"It's broken, my dad is here!"

Liu Mengrui, who was leaning against the second-floor window and eating pastries, choked and hurried into the house. Cheng Difei, who was preparing sweet brew, was startled, shaking his hand, poured more wine, and instantly the whole room was overflowing with the aroma of wine.

"What should I do? Are you here to arrest us?" Cheng Diefei looked terrified.

Liu Mengrui patted her chest, swallowed the choked pastry, and then waved her hand: "No, he came to play by himself. Let's not go near the window, and after listening to the song, slip through the back door. Don't worry, it's alright. ."

Cheng Diefei looked at Liu Mengrui a little nervously, but there was no other way. He could only nod his head, and he was not in the mood to continue making sweet brews. He could only take out the "Voters" that he carried with him from his sleeve. Read it again.

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"Liu Cisheng, Liu Cisheng..." The maid brought Liu Jingzhuang and Chen Luo into the private room on the second floor, and a bustard in gold and silver hurried over, "Liu Cisheng, help!"

Seeing the bustard, Liu Jingzhuang was about to introduce Chen Luo to her, but when she heard the words "help" from the bustard, she frowned slightly: "Miss Han, what's so serious?" After speaking, she said to Chen Luo. , "Brother Xian, this is Mrs. Han Sanniang, the owner of Linglong Building. Sanniang, this is my brother Xian Chen."

Han Sanniang glanced at Chen Luo and saw that he was a young man in his twenties. He just thought he was the son of a prince. She gave a gift at will, and said to Liu Jingzhuang, "Hey, speaking of it, it was me today. A day of great joy for Linglonglou. A few days ago, everyone's new work "Flying Bird Song" was completed, and I, Linglonglou, won the bid in Zhongjing Zhongqinglou, and I invited everyone to come to my Linglonglou to sing for the first time..."

"You godly woman!" Liu Jingzhuang pointed at Han Sanniang and scolded with a smile, "It's such a good thing, you didn't even notify me!"

Immediately, Liu Jingzhuang turned his head and explained to Chen Luo: "This Luo family, named Luo Huanu, was born from an affair between a musician and a violin master in the palace. He has a natural sense of music, his voice is like a yellow warbler, and his dance is like a flying swallow. At the age of fourteen, a song called "Falling Flowers" entered Confucianism with music, and now it has only been ten years and has become a master of music, so it is called Luoda master."

Chen Luo's heart moved: "Genius musical girl?"

In a previous life, Chen Luo's grandmother was an actress from the Kunqu Opera Troupe in the county seat, and she was also the most popular Zhengdan in Tsing Yi. So for those who can sing songs, Chen Luo feels kind in his heart for no reason.

"Oh my sage Xianggong..." Seeing that Liu Jingzhuang and Chen Luo were chatting hotly, Han Sanniang interrupted Liu Jingzhuang half coquettishly and half angrily, "Listen to the old lady."

"Okay, okay!" Liu Jingzhuang, who has never been a great scholar, nodded quickly, "This is obviously a good thing, why do you need to save your life? Tell me..."

Han Sanniang sighed heavily: "The people from the Fuci Club are here too..."

Liu Jingzhuang was stunned when he heard the words, and then helplessly helped his forehead: "This time it's hard to do."

Han Sanniang had a pleading look on her face: "You are a master in the world of poetry, and you are highly respected. If something goes wrong later, I hope you will make a difference. If it is true that there is a problem with Luo's song this time, My Linglonglou’s reputation is that the wind blows the autumn leaves—it’s clean!”

"This... this old man, do your best." Liu Jingzhuang gave a wry smile.

When Han Sanniang saw this, she knew that this was also the limit of Liu Jingzhuang's promise, so she gave a blessing and thanked her again and again, and then she slowly exited the elegant room.

At this time, Chen Luocai asked with a fox face: "Brother Liu, what kind of organization is the Fuci Club? Why do you and Han Sanniang look like a big enemy?"

Liu Jingzhuang poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and then sighed: "It's a long story..."

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"Brother Qian, today Luo Ni's new work "Flying Bird Song", I must refute it, I hope Brother Qian will not pity Xiangxiyuyu!"

"Brother Tang, am I, Qian Erkang, that kind of anxious person? No matter how beautiful Luo Hongnu is, how can I, Qian, be merciful in the face of the difference between lyrics and music?"

"Brother Erkang said exactly what he said. The style of writing is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient. We, who worship poetry and respect poetry, are the right way. How can rural folk songs deserve to be in the hall of elegance! Luo Ni must be won!"

"Okay, after the first battle today, Linglong Building can't stay any longer. I can transfer to Chuan Shangststairs later, and I will take care of the expenses. I have a dry bag!"

"Brother Zhao Wen is so proud, come here, drink this full cup!"

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In the private room on the second floor.

"The difference between lyrics and music?" Chen Luo was puzzled.

Liu Jingzhuang nodded and explained: "My dear brother, listen to me. The style of poetry in the previous dynasties was at its peak, and in this dynasty, the style of ci has risen again. The so-called ci is a different form of poetry, also known as song ci. It is the appellation of word tone, and different word cards are stipulated in the total number of sentences, the number of sentences, the number of words in each sentence, and the level and level, and the word cards are required."

"So, lyric writing is also called lyric filling!"

"However, the song is different. Although the song also has a song card, it can be used to complement the words. The word card determines the number of words in each sentence, but the song card can add or subtract the number of words at will according to the author's intention, which is undoubtedly a lot more free."

"Secondly, the rhyme of the words and the music is different. The music can be flat and flat, and the rhyme can be repeated, but neither of the words can be used."

"Finally, the words are mostly elegant, and the music can use the common saying~IndoMTL.com~ such as you and me, this side, that side..."

"Because both of them are singing, therefore, the literary world has a distinction between lyrics and music, which is really a battle between elegance and popular."

"The Fu Ci Club is a staunch supporter of Ya Ci, and regards popular music as heresy. That's why Han Sanniang has such a headache."

"Can't you just drive them away?" Chen Luo asked.

Liu Jingzhuang shook his head slightly: "This is a dispute in the literary world, why should violence be used? Isn't it a fact of life!"

"What about you?" Chen Luo continued to ask, "Is Brother Liu standing in the Ci Party or the Qu Party?"

Liu Jingzhuang was stunned for a moment, smiled lightly, and said, "If it were twenty years ago, I would have been the backbone of the Fuci Club. But today, I myself tend to tune."

"After all, words can be lyrical and can describe scenes, but they can't remember events. Songs can be all three."

"The tune of the word should be sad but not happy, the tune should be zhuang but not harmonious, and the tune can be both."

"In the final analysis, the lyrics and music are not enemies, they are brothers, but they broke the blood of the battle between the refined and the common, which is not in line with the old man's wishes."

Chen Luo nodded slightly, listening to Liu Jingzhuang's words, it was similar to Song Ci and Yuan music.

But the difference between lyrics and music is equal to the battle between the refined and the popular?

Whoever said that there is no elegance in music!

"Withered vines, old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water..." A song of Qiu Si wrote all over the world!

"The peaks and mountains are like gatherings, the waves are like fury, the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road..." The nostalgic color is strong and the meaning is gloomy.

Wait!

Chen Luo's mind was shocked. In this world, all songs seem to be still in the stage of common songs.

There are very few Sanqu with real artistic achievements.

"This wave..."

Chen Luo was thinking about the matter of electricity, and the drums were beating lightly outside the elegant room, Luo Hongnu was about to appear...