Bai Qingyuan was at best just a keyboard warrior when he was later generations.

You can do whatever you say, but you can't do anything.

A weak chicken's stroke.

So he rejected Jing Zhe's proposal with no fluctuations on his face, which made Jing Zhe sigh: On how important is a high-ranking official's self-cultivation about his skin!

Bai Qingyuan's face was not red and he was not angry. He continued, "I haven't finished talking just now. This self-created citation card is very different from his own calligraphy. The citation card should be combined with the tune. It doesn't make much sense to simply write lyrics!"

"Teacher Bai, don't you think you've said nonsense?"

Jing Zhe said contemptly: "Whenever you go to the street, you will understand the principles of lyrics and card tunes. If you tell me these things, do you look down on me or do you want to be looked down upon by me?"

“…”

This is the second person Bai Qingyuan encountered in addition to protecting the country and embarrassing him with just a mouth. The key is that he has nothing to say.

After calming down, he said seriously: "What I mean is that Master Jing can create his own lyrics, can he still create his own tune?"

In Bai Qingyuan's opinion, the rhythm of this tune is understood only by singers who specialize in musical instruments. Jing Zhe, a scholar, can't even understand the tunes, be proficient in poetry and calligraphy, right?

Unexpectedly, Jing Zhe really nodded: "I understand a little, I understand a little!"

"That's not possible, you can even sing music, right?"

Bai Qingyuan was unwilling to say.

"this…"

Jing Zhe glanced at him, "Teacher Bai, this seems to be a nonsense. If I could sing songs, would I ask Lord Wang to learn something in the cabin?"

This old guy kept talking nonsense, and Jing Zhe had found that he and Su Xinping were still talking about each other and didn't know what to communicate, so he didn't have a good impression of him.

Who would you not criticize him if you seize the opportunity?

“…”

Bai Qingyuan was indeed so angry that he had nothing to say, and his face turned red and white, he didn't know what he was thinking about.

And everyone else gritted their teeth and laughed, which was very uncomfortable.

Bai Qingyuan either picked his own stings or quarreled with Yu Sheng, the Duke of Guru Yu Sheng. Emperor An didn't like him very much. It was rare to see him being criticized by someone other than Yu Sheng, which was ridiculous.

But thinking that Jing Zhe is now a commoner, he is afraid that he will offend Bai Qingyuan so that he will not be able to carry out his work in the future.

Then he came forward and beat him up, "Jing Zhe, why are you talking to Master Bai? I have been waiting for you for a long time, and I didn't listen to you making noise here!"

"Have your majesty calm down!"

After bowing his hands, Jing Zhe stepped aside.

Seeing this, Qi Junguang sneered: "It's a self-created lyric card and a self-created tune. Could it be that you are so afraid of me and deliberately write something that is difficult to enter the lobby, so that you can make excuses after losing?"

"The third prince is overly worried."

He glanced at Qi Junguang with some pitiful glance, and Jing Zhe said, "With this skill, you should worry more about yourself!"

"Hmph! I want to see what you can write to compare with mine!"

After saying that, Qi Junguang shook his sleeves and sat down, waiting for the following text.

...

Everyone waited for a while, and Wang Yingqiu had already explained to the singer who played the guzheng and pipa, and Shi Shiran came to the side of the boat.

At this time, the ship had already begun to circle the city for the second time, and came to the river bank under the imperial city again.

The crowded heads around appeared in the dim lights, accompanied by the singing of the female singer on the shore, and it was lively.

Emperor An, Zhu Xinning couldn't help but feel worried: The so-called quick step, quick step! It has reached the point where everyone sang it. If the lyrics written by Jing Zhe cannot suppress the limelight at the first time, today's competition will most likely lose!

But it is difficult to completely suppress it now.

At this time, the sound of the guzheng sounded and the pipa combined.

Everyone on the boat held their breath and focused, and the people on the shore also knew that the third poem of today was coming. Since the second poem was in front of the pearls and jade, they were even more curious about how high the third poem was.

There are still people discussing it from time to time.

"Young Master Jing's poems are so well written, so I won't write them again, right?"

"Then you need to say it? This song must belong to that third prince!"

"Yes, then listen to what words can he write!"

“…”

Wang Yingqiu was singing publicly in front of so many people for the first time. Her palms were sweating and she was a little nervous. She looked up and saw that Jing Zhe was also watching her, nodding, and her smile was bright.

His smile seemed to have a magical power, and Wang Yingqiu was instantly infected. He immediately stopped being nervous, nodded and sang in conjunction with the music nodes.

"When will the bright moon come, I ask the blue sky with wine. I don't know what year it will be today. I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade pagoda are cold at high places. I dance and play with the clear shadows, and it seems like I am in the world."

Wang Yingqiu's voice is gentle and the orchestral sound is gentle. No one has ever heard of this tune, but he also feels that this tune is extremely nice and makes people unable to stop.

And when the first half of the verse was not finished, there was no more conversation on the boat or on the shore. Wang Yingqiu was not singing quickly, but it was completed in one go, which was in line with the artistic conception of the words.

There were many people on the boat and on the shore who had a deep foundation in writing. Just when they heard this, they could already notice the ethereal, grand and distant artistic conception of the poem.

One by one, one by one, from the scenery to the mood, and at the same time, it can describe the moonlit night as ethereal without the breath of fireworks. In just a few sentences, it is the refreshing and pleasant atmosphere of the Immortal Palace.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the previous chapter, just copying two sentences is also quatrains!

When I heard good poems, scholars should instinctively discuss a few sentences, but this word made them forget to speak and completely intoxicated.

"Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, shine without sleep. There should be no hatred, so why should we be far away? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing. This matter is difficult to be complete in ancient times. I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away."

Wang Yingqiu continued until she finished singing the last sentence, and a hanging heart finally fell down, but when she found that the surroundings were very lonely and everyone's eyes were empty, she panicked again.

When he came to Jing Zhe, his hands were tucked together, and he said uneasy: "Don't sing well?"

Seeing that she was nervous and didn't think too much, Jing Zhe reached out to hold her little hand that had nowhere to put, and comforted him: "Very good. I've never heard of you singing as well as you sang. As expected, you sang correctly!"

Wang Yingqiu's eyes were bright when she heard this.

But the heat from her hands still awakened her. She hurriedly pulled her hands back, and she felt like she had been over electricity. She couldn't help but tremble slightly, her face hitting her neck, and it was blushing.

It seemed as if nothing happened, Jing Zhe smiled and turned around to wait and listened to the comments of Emperor An and the others.

Wang Yingqiu stood there alone, and suddenly felt many strange feelings that made her uneasy, worried about gains and losses, and a little confused.

He is my friend’s younger brother!

And I am so much older than him...

The more you think about it, the more you become, the more you become, the more embarrassed you become. In the end, you can only bite your lips and stamp your feet: Wang Yingqiu, what are you thinking about?
Chapter completed!