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, don't you think?"

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

"What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?" Liu Mengrui reached out and touched Cheng Difei's forehead, "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 the problem, but she also looked puzzled: "Yes, I've 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, "The students are ignorant and ignorant, and the songs they know are all vulgar and unbearable, even if it is a few famous songs by the Luo family..."

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, it's just middle-of-the-road. A work of peace."

"Since you think that there are elegant tunes, why don't you open your eyes to the students, so that we can understand, what kind of tunes can be called elegant? If you open up a way for elegant tunes, the distinction between words and songs can be eliminated, and 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 that... 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 make a few Yaqu songs several times, but every time he wrote, he couldn't escape the words. Daddy said that this is a rut. The longer you are good at literary talent, the harder it is to jump out. But if you don’t have 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?"

Cheng Diefei was about to nod his head when 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 worry. Chen Luo is now famous with "Du Shiniang" and "Swordsman", so he must not be damaged here, and he is also 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 cultivation of the Great Perfection of Tongmai Realm, although Chen Luo's leap is not as elegant as that of magic, it is like a thunderbolt, and his aura is overwhelming, making Qian Erkang unable to take a step back.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Chen Luo patted his shirt 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 the young master meant, he didn't have finished the elegant song long ago, but asked Qian Erkang and others to designate the topic. Compose 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. In his previous life, he was influenced by his grandmother. 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... that's what you said!" Seeing Chen Luo's calm expression, Qian Erkang became more and more angry. He rolled his eyes and was about to ask the question when a blue light flashed in front of him, and Liu Jingzhuang stood there between the two.

"Liu Daru, but what do you want to tell me?" 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 man 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: "It's exactly right, the sage of Ci 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, "Don't be embarrassed, sir, it's late autumn now. Since ancient times, there are so many autumn poems, 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 is dim, and the old tree jackdaws are lightly smoked."

"Under the shadow of a little Feihong."

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

When the song was finished, 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 actually depicts an autumn scene in such a vivid way. It's 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 setting sun, the waning glow, the light smoke, the old tree, and the jackdaws, all six pictures are full of desolation."

"Then there is a little Feihong shadow. Feihong is Qiuyan, there is only one point, you can see its loneliness, but it is this point that makes the whole picture turn from stillness, and the whole autumn scene seems to be coming."

"The best thing 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. The previous lonely autumn scene is instantly lively and vivid. It turns out that the autumn scene is so colorful, which adds vitality to the death of autumn, and swept away the cliché that the predecessors were sad to the end. !"

"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, he picked up a jug directly from the table, and poured a few sips of 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 looked overjoyed, "Dieyi, don't you think?"

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

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On the other side, 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 is an eye-opener for the students!"

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

"Despicable!" There were many low-pitched reprimands in private. Qian Erkang's expression remained unchanged. At this time, he could not retire. If he did, 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 is nothing more than to show that this song is an isolated example, and the song still cannot be elegant.

"It's alright, 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 have you come up with?"

"Since I'm in the Acacia Building, I must take 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 happened again?"

Qian Erkang bowed respectfully, saying, "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. Putting a pen to join the army and go to the border. Why don't you compose a song, tell parting, talk about lovesickness, and make peace with Mr. Chen, isn't it beautiful?"

Chen Luo was stunned, I am in harmony with myself?

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"Shameless!" Liu Mengrui gritted her teeth angrily, "You can only love love if you separate the two places, it's a farewell, and love love again, don't talk about music, even poetry is difficult to write. Not to mention the one with Wan Anbo. Compared with poetry, this shows that people are making things difficult!"

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

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

"You listen up-"

"It's hard to say goodbye to oneself, when will a little lovesickness be gone?"

"Flick Yang Huaxue with a sleeve."

"The stream is sloping, the mountain is covered, and people are going!"

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

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