In Han Yan's impression, Cao Zhi is definitely the one who plays poetry the most. Under the pressure of life, he has made a poem in seven steps, which is unique in history.

When the ancients wrote poems and lyrics, they had to think about it for a long time before they could start writing even if they had inspiration. Every word had to be carefully studied and conformed to the artistic conception and meaning of the lyrics. Attending the gatherings of these literati and writers, all the lyrics and verses chanted on the spot were prepared in advance. Many people were wasting three or five years to make a splash and gain reputation.

Of course, the quality of the verse is not only appropriate to the meaning expressed between the lines, but also to the artistic conception of the time.

For example, when the north wind blows coldly in the broad daylight, you have a sentence like "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me?" The sentence is OK, but it will definitely fall behind and will not be praised by everyone. Therefore, you have to find a suitable opportunity to write a poem and verse, and you must participate diligently in dozens of poems and verse meetings. Only by encountering this scene can you become famous.

Like Han Yan, who chants a sentence from a higher level, actually writes lyrics on the spot, and speaks in a sequel. Even if the artistic conception is not very profound, it is shocking enough that the talents will sigh.

"When did my great man have such a person? Even if Sima Xiangru is here, it is impossible to make a four-step word, right?"

"What a good sentence, but it's cool and autumn... But why do I sound wrong, like a swearing?"

"I feel this way, too."

"Who said just now that it was cold and you would have to cover your face with more layers of skin?"

"Brother Xiang, congratulations on becoming the protagonist of "Climbing the Tower"." Xinyuexin was convinced.

"..." Xiang's face was blushed, and he was ashamed of these robes who were just in the same camp. "You...you wait." He pointed to the merciless talented men, who were no longer in his mouth, and had no face to stay here. He turned around and went down to the third floor in anger.

Today, the girl's four steps will be made into a ci, and her talent will be resounding throughout Chang'an. Xiang is a villain in the ci. A word of cold weather will make the people who recite "Climb the Tower" remember him. Insulting others will be humiliated, and his reputation will be ruined.

On the fourth floor, this floor is where truly talented people can stay. They are all talented people in Chang'an City and the guests of princes and nobles. Their realm is different. The melodious and melodious sounds are singing, and there are masters of piano playing, and there are chimes and chimes playing, which makes everyone intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

"I'm going to have two brushes." Han Yan looked at him and saw that there were no young people here, all the older generation of people who had been immersed in the literary and artistic circles for many years.

Seeing someone coming to the fourth floor, the older generation was just surprised by the young appearance of the brothers and continued to be intoxicated by the sound of the piano, without paying too much attention, and would not take the initiative to come up and provoke. With a high level of state, you will naturally gain the essence of your life, not as impetuous as young people.

The two brothers didn't bother them, so they quietly found a cushion and knelt down. Then a young lady stood by and served the tea.

Liu Che likes this atmosphere very much, which makes people feel peaceful and peaceful, and can throw away selfish thoughts and return to purity and nature. Soon, he will be like an older person, and he will squint his eyes and squint his head slightly, as if he is moving, and he will feel the artistic conception of it with his whole body and mind, and let his thoughts go away.

Han Yan is the soul of modern people after all. After seeing hundreds of instruments, you can almost listen to the classical music on QQ music because you are bored. It is the essence of music developed two thousand years ago. Although it lacks soul, just in terms of music, it is definitely more accurate and better than the two playing at this moment, so you don’t think their performance is very powerful.

It is really not easy to be intoxicated with Liu Che without that kind of respect. Most of the time he observes these older people, their appearance, behavior, sitting posture, temperament, and backs, as if there is something more wonderful than music.

However, the ancients said that if you do not look at each other, you should not be far away from each other. You will look at others with bright eyes. After watching for a long time, people will feel a little uncomfortable. But probably because of their good cultivation, everyone will not be petty with him, a junior, but they are just a little unhappy.

The sound of silk and bamboo finally stopped. Liu Che came to his senses and breathed a long sigh, as if he had vomited out the bad luck recently. Even his soul was purified. He had a decision in his heart that he wanted to invite these two musicians back to be guests. It would be good to have some time to cultivate his sentiment while he was idle.

As an emperor, respect for the wise and the wise men is a necessary quality. Liu Che signaled to Han Yan, so the two of them stood up and bowed, "I have seen you seniors, my brothers are polite."

"You two are so young, and you think they are talented people, so you don't have to be polite. I think you are very talkative and decent, so you must be children of a big family, especially this one." The zither gestured to Liu Che: "There is a king's character while sitting upright, and the domineering eyes are deep in your eyes. You must be descendants of the royal family. But I am very polite to you, and I don't know the honor of a great name?"

"Female."

"The Emperor."

"False respect and respect." The piano master had an inexplicable meaning on his face. When he heard the name, he knew it was a pseudonym, but he did not point it out. He sat down with a gesture of asking for a seat and sat down together.

The four-story building is unique, and everyone here has unique skills. After playing the piano player and chime bell, the painter also painted on the spot. The peaks are abrupt, the roads are rugged, and the sea of ​​clouds is vast on the mountainside. The paintings are magnificent.

There are calligraphy people who use brushes to dip ink and write small seal scripts through dragons and snakes. Compared with the woman in plain clothes on the first floor, the gap between the lines is clear at a glance. The beauty and straightness of the font alone make people feel like a good word.

There is also a master who chanted lyrics and sang fu and sang fu on the spot. The poems and fu from the Han Dynasty should be sung, just like lyrics, and you have to find a singer to sing them. Only by singing them well can you spread them widely. If you know more, you will have a great reputation.

As the first person to call his work "Fu", Sima Xiangru's works are a must-learn skill for singers all over the world. But it is hard to understand the meaning of the words when listening to Han Yan's ears, and it is difficult to understand the meaning of the words, and even unable to hear what he is singing, as if he is listening to a play.

If he doesn't understand, he will stop pretending to be good because he already understands the intentions of these older generations. This is to make you retreat. I won't tell you, but everyone has a unique skill, but you two don't, so how can you get the right to sit with me? Then you will be ashamed and have no face left at this level. Moreover, I will not offend you, so you will not even have the chance to find fault, and the royal descendants can't do anything to us.

Han Yan thought for a moment, and the painter's work suddenly attracted his attention. He had an idea in his heart and muttered in Liu Che's ear, making the future supreme a shocking person, and secretly said that my brother had been taught by the gods...

Sure enough, when everyone finished the performance, they all looked at the two brothers.

Han Yan looked at Liu Che and signaled with his eyes that why would you come first?

Liu Che shook his head slightly and signaled you to hurry up. Big guys always appear in the end. I want to be the finale, which shocked the big man.

Han Yan had to take a step forward and raised his hand to express his respect to the master of lyrics, saying, "You have profound lyrics, long breath, and clear words. You dare not compare. A few days ago, I saw an old master who was singing with a fairy spirit, so I secretly listened to it. I took it out today and showed it to be ugly. I really don't enter the elegant hall. I sang a few words casually, and the tone was a bit weird. Please don't be surprised."

"You sing."

"Here." Han Yan cleared his throat, straightened his back, scanned all directions, and after signaling to everyone, he spoke slowly...

"The butterfly with broken wings and dead leaves that cannot be found in the flowers,

Never see withering...

The eaves of the small bridge under the night of the south of the Yangtze River,

I can't understand the wilderness in the north...

I looked at the lake if it had snowed on the Broken Bridge.

The cold moon in the water is like snow, and the fingertips gently melt.

Has it snowed on the Broken Bridge..."

Han Yan sang very lightly, and his voice with a childish voice was not high, but it was as clear as water, making the scene silent. Unfortunately, everyone was not shocked by the song, but was filled with doubts, disdain, rolling their eyes and other emotions, as if they were watching an idiot. This made Han Yan, who was about to pretend to be very fucked, unexpectedly, but he also realized it instantly.

Even if modern songs have classical charm, the lyrics and tunes are too many beyond the times, and the content they pursue is very different and is not accepted by the ancient Han people. In the eyes of the ancients, Han Yan's tune is an evil song, like the vulgar "Hehehehe" tune of the barbarian tribe, which is unbearable and indecent, and it is not even considered a melodious sound.

The music rhythm of the ancients emphasized connotation and was the art of the soul. It can cultivate sentiments, arouse people's emotions and thinking, and can purify people's hearts and touch your voice. But this thing is really difficult and fewer people understand it.

Most modern music pursues body dynamics and rhythm braking. The lyrics and music are simple and easy to understand, and lack psychological resonance and artistic conception. This is unacceptable to the ancients. The rhythm is the rhythm. If you sing the wrong tunes with it, you will disrespect the wisdom of your ancestors. Since ancient times, music has never been missing in court etiquette, which shows that it occupies a very important position in Han culture.

Han Yan was very embarrassed at this moment, and his face turned red. This time he fell down. He felt like a jumping clown, a seed from the savage tribe, holding a stone as a gem, which was really ugly.

"Elders, boy is ignorant..."

"No need to say too much. You were misled after listening to other people's chants. If you have a prejudice against the music, you will have to turn your back on the wrong side and study the musical rhythm carefully."

"You have a broad mind, and you have received the teachings." Han Yan was convinced and moved by his heart.

The zither nodded lightly, disregarded her concern, and looked at Liu Che, looking forward to this young man who saw that he was the descendant of the prince. If he was embarrassed, he would be humiliated if he spread it in the future and had a great impact.

Liu Che bowed to everyone without being humble or arrogant, walked towards the glorious road picture drawn by the painter, and pondered for a moment in detail. He gently tapped the steep cliff on the drawing with his fingertips, and slid from top to bottom along the cliff wall. He said with great emotion: "Ah, it's so dangerous!"

He moved his fingertips to the slender mountain road, "The road to Shu is more difficult than climbing to the blue sky!"

"Cancong and Yufu, why are you confused about the founding of the country?"

"You are forty-eight thousand years old and will not be connected with Qin Sed."

"There is a bird path in the west to Taibai, which can reach the top of Emei."

"The earth collapses and mountains destroys the heroes and dies, and then the ladders and stones in the sky are connected together."

Speaking of this, Liu Che's heart was bold and free and easy, and he laid out the theme with strong emotions, laying the tone for the whole poem, and also making the old characters shine brightly in their eyes, listening carefully, fearing that they would miss even a word.

Liu Che's fingers moved and pointed at the painting, "There are six dragons above and the high mark of the sun, and the waves below and the back of the river. The yellow crane cannot fly over, and the ape and wicked climbing to the sky."

But just as we were excited, when everyone was looking forward to it... Liu Che suddenly opened his mouth, scratched his head, and cast a look at Han Yan asking for help...

Forgot the word...
Chapter completed!