Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 80: Satisfied?

"Oh, that little boy looks very smart, how can you say such a stupid thing?" Liu Mengrui stomped her feet, "Isn't this putting the words in someone's mouth? Die Fei, do you think so?"

Cheng Diefei was stunned when she heard the words: "Ah? What did you say?"

"What's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?" Liu Mengrui touched Cheng Difei's forehead with her hand, "Why did you suddenly lose your mind?"

Cheng Diefei shook his head: "I'm fine. I'm just curious, who is that young master? How can he be a professor of eight academies? I've never heard of it."

Only then did Liu Mengrui realize this problem, and she was also puzzled: "Yes, I have never heard of it. By the way, how did he get along with my father?"

Cheng Diefei walked to the bedside, glanced at Chen Luo secretly, and a bold thought popped up in her heart: Could it be that he is...

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When Qian Erkang and the others heard Chen Luo's words, their hearts were relieved. They looked at each other and could see the joy in each other's eyes. Qian Erkang bowed his hands again and said, "Students are ignorant and ignorant, and all the songs they know are vulgar and unbearable, even if they are some of Luo's famous songs..."

Qian Erkang looked at Luo Hongnu on the stage, and found that Luo Hongnu was looking at Chen Luo with beautiful eyes, completely ignoring him, and he was angry for no reason, and said, "In my opinion, But it is the work of Zhongping."

"Since you think that there are elegant songs, sir, why don't you open your eyes to the students, let me understand, what kind of music can be called elegant? If you open up a way for elegant songs, the distinction between words and songs can be eliminated, so you should be A role model for my generation."

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"This Qian Erkang, he can't say enough words!" Cheng Diefei said angrily, "His words are forcing the... son into a situation where he can't ride a tiger. It's really hateful!"

Liu Mengrui folded her arms around her chest, and her face also showed embarrassment: "It's just his own fault for saying the wrong thing. How can Yaqu be so easy to do? My father wanted to do a few Yaqus several times, but every time he wrote, he would I can't escape the limitation of words. My father said that this is a rut. The longer one is good at literary talent, the harder it is to jump out. But if there is no literary talent, how can you write Qu Zhiya?"

"Meng Rui! Otherwise, let's take a shot and run after the fight!" Cheng Diefei said suddenly.

"Ah?" Liu Mengrui was stunned, "Now?"

Just as Cheng Diefei was about to nod his head, he heard Chen Luo say in the private room, "Okay!"

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"Brother Xian, you..." Liu Jingzhuang looked at Chen Luo with some concern. Chen Luo is now well-known with "Du Shiniang" and "Swordsman", so he must not be damaged here, and he is also in his heart. A little anxious. Chen Luo gave a relieved expression, and with his legs hard, he jumped out from the window sill of the private room, and with a loud "bang", it landed directly in front of Qian Erkang.

With the great perfection of the Tongmai Realm, Chen Luo's leap was not as elegant as a magic technique, but it was thunderous and powerful, making Qian Erkang unable to take a step back.

"You, what do you want?"

Chen Luo patted his clothes and said lightly: "Don't be nervous, they are all gentlemen. Don't you want to listen to Yaqu? What topic do you want to listen to?"

Hearing Chen Luo's remarks, the people around him gasped again. Listening to what this young master meant, he didn't have finished the elegant song long ago, but asked Qian Erkang and others to designate it. Topic, live music?

This... is too much.

Qu is known as a vulgar song so far, but it is not without reason that it has not been able to take off its vulgar hat.

Chen Luo didn't panic at all. He was influenced by his grandmother in his previous life. In addition to Tang poetry and Song poetry, he also dabbled in Yuan music. There were only a few literati questions, and he could always find the corresponding ones.

If you want to kill, then kill mad.

"This... this is what you said!" Qian Erkang saw Chen Luo's calm expression, his anger became more and more vigorous, his eyes rolled, and he was about to ask the question, when a blue light flashed in front of him, Liu Jingzhuang stood between the two.

"Liu Daru, but what do you want to instruct?" Qian Erkang seemed to ask, but he cut off the possibility of Liu Jingzhuang's intervention. Liu Jingzhuang glanced at Qian Erkang in disgust, and said, "Don't be impatient. This old man is willing to be a righteous person and comment on the new song that my brother Chen Xian is about to make, so as not to be misinterpreted, is there any problem?"

Without waiting for Qian Erkang to answer, the surrounding guests clapped their hands one after another and shouted, "Exactly, Li Sheng commenting on music, a wonderful thing in the literary world!"

Seeing such a reaction, Qian Erkang and the others stopped talking and bowed their hands. It was considered that they recognized Liu Jingzhuang's Zhongzheng status.

Qian Erkang said: "It's not difficult, sir, it's late autumn now. Since ancient times, there are as many autumn poems as the hair of a cow, so they must be easy to write. Sir, let's compose an elegant song with autumn as the theme."

Chen Luo glanced at Qian Erkang, wrote Qiu?

If I take out the "withered vine, old tree and dim crow" known as the ancestor of Qiusi, I will be bullying you!

Chen Luo cleared his throat, "Qiu, right? Listen up!"

"The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke of the old tree jackdaw."

"Under the shadow of a little Feihong."

"Green mountains and green water, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers!"

After the song was written, the whole room was silent.

"Mr. Liu, please comment..." A guest reminded Liu Jingzhuang, who was in deep thought, and Liu Jingzhuang suddenly came back to his senses.

"Wonderful!" Liu Jingzhuang sighed, "I have never seen such a wonderful song."

"In just twenty-eight words, it is so vivid to describe an autumn landscape, which is a stroke of genius!"

"When the ancients wrote about autumn, they were often lonely and desolate, and the beginning of this song is also the same. The lonely village, the sunset, the waning glow, the light smoke, the old tree, and the jackdaw, all six pictures have a sense of desolation." /

"Then there is a little Feihong shadow. Feihong is Qiu Yan, there is only one point, it can be seen that it is lonely, but it is this point that makes the whole picture turn from stillness, and the whole autumn scene seems to be coming."

"The best part is the ending sentence, green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers."

"There is a distant view, it is mountains, it is water; there is a close view, it is grass, leaves, and flowers. Far and near are mixed."

"It is even more embellished with blue, green, white, red and yellow colors. The previous lonely autumn scene is instantly lively and vivid. It turns out that the autumn scene is so colorful, adding vitality to the death of autumn, and sweeping away the sorrow of the predecessors. What a cliché!"

"Yaqu, this is an elegant song! If this is not an elegant song, how dare Jiucheng Ci be called an elegant song!"

Liu Jingzhuang commented that he was excited, picked up a jug directly from the table, and poured a few sips of fine wine into his mouth, looking extremely happy!

When everyone heard Liu Jingzhuang's comments, they were reminiscing about the song, and they understood the beauty of it.

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"Wow, this little boy is amazing!" Liu Mengrui was delighted, "Dieyi, don't you think?"

At this time, Cheng Dieyi, looking at the young man with a smile on the corner of his mouth below, said with certainty in his heart: It must be him! Must be him!

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On the other hand, Qian Erkang's face is like the bottom of a pot, no matter how thick his skin is, he can't pick out the fault of this song. It's just that his mind was active, his mind changed, and he stepped forward and gave a respectful salute: "Mr. talented, a picture of autumn scenery will open the students' eyes!"

"Students are bold, please make another song, let the students face the elegant rhythm of the song."

"Despicable!" There were many low-pitched reprimands in private, and Qian Erkang's expression remained unchanged. At this time, he could not quit. If he quit, the contacts he had worked so hard to manage in the Fuci Club would be gone.

Luo Hongnu on the stage finally turned her eyes away and landed on Qian Erkang, but she was full of disgust.

"You student, your essay is natural, and you have a good hand..." Liu Jingzhuang naturally knew Qian Erkang's plan~IndoMTL.com~ is nothing more than to show that this song is an isolated example, and the song still cannot be elegant.

"It's fine, Brother Liu!" Chen Luo waved his hand, pressed Liu Jingzhuang's intention to maintain, and looked at Qian Erkang with a light smile: "Tell me, what other questions are coming up?"

"Since I'm in the Acacia Building, I'm bound to have Acacia as the topic!" Qian Erkang seemed to have thought of the topic.

"Lovesick? No problem." Chen Luo nodded and was about to speak when he heard Qian Erkang say, "Hold on!"

"What's the matter?"

Qian Erkang bowed respectfully: "A few days ago, Mr. Wan Anbo Chen, whom the students admired, once wrote "Wong Bamboo and Gifts of Soldiers and Soldiers to Send Wanren City" in the courtroom. The scholar will join the army and go far to the border. Why don't you compose a piece of music, telling farewell, talking about lovesickness, and making peace with Mr. Chen, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

Chen Luo was taken aback, I am in harmony with myself?

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"Shameless!" Liu Mengrui gritted her teeth angrily, "You can only fall in love if you separate the two places, it's a farewell, and lovesickness, let alone a song, it's even difficult to write poetry. Not to mention, I have to be with Wan Anbo. Compared with the poem of , this clearly shows how to make things difficult for people!"

Cheng Dieyi looked at the gentleman with a calm face and said softly, "He can do it!"

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At this time, everyone also understood Qian Erkang's intention to make things difficult. The high-profile guests clenched their fists and the oiran glared at them. Just when the atmosphere was tense, Chen Luo's voice sounded again.

"Oh, goodbye, lovesickness, all? No problem."

"Listen to-"

"Self farewell, heartbroken, when will a little lovesickness be gone?"

"Flicking Yang Huaxue with a sleeve."

"The stream is sloping, the mountain is covered, and people can go!"

Chen Luo looked at Qian Erkang with a gentle expression: "Are you still satisfied?"