Huanyu's face became gloomy, and then he hung a very dignified smile and said, "This distinguished guest is not kidding? How can there be such an obscene voice as Jiangnan here in Da Sui? Honestly, listen to some zealous national tunes, why? Disagreement with your appetite?"
Qin Meng felt amused in his heart. The style of writing in the early Sui Dynasty was constrained by the parallel styles of the two Jin Dynasties. Most of them were piled up with gorgeous rhetoric and eloquent. But there is nothing to say.
Some radicals even asserted that it took three hundred years from the Jin Dynasty to the Sui and Tang Dynasties. Only Xie Lingyun and Tao Qian can be regarded as great literary masters, and the rest are not worth mentioning.
This statement is biased, but it also reflects from the side the poems before the Sui Dynasty. Basically it's horrible.
Huan Yu's remarks were obviously wary of Qin Meng and deliberately spoke upright.
Looking through the two poems from the Jin Dynasty to the beginning of the Sui Dynasty, which one was not written with open eyes
"Yushu**", although it is also gorgeous in rhetoric, but after all, it has a lot of literary skills.
To be a poet is truly extraordinary, but unfortunately, he is not just a description of Li Yu in the Southern Tang Dynasty, but Chen Shubao is also suitable for him.
"Then Yuxifang, what kind of tune is better?" Qin Meng asked.
"Except for the sound of the superstar, as long as the guests want to listen, there is no Yuxifang can't." Huan Yu said proudly.
Qin Meng raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? It's a big breath. Bring paper and pen, wait for me to write a song, and see if you can sing in Yuxifang."
Huanyu looked up and down Qin Meng. Nodded and snorted, turned around to find someone to prepare something.
Gao Xun whispered from the side: "General Qin, what do you mean?"
Qin Meng said coldly: "The Ministry of War issued a new curfew. It was only the first day, and some people blatantly defyed it. It is conceivable that the roots behind this Yuxi Fang are not ordinary and deep. If you don't understand it, why Know what's going on behind the scenes? If you don't get up, how can the backers show up? Ha ha. Gao Youcheng, there is another possibility, but don't be the staff of the Ministry of War, didn't send the curfew here, right?"
Gao Xun hurriedly waved his hand: "It's impossible! It can only be Yuxifang knowingly committed the crime. The officers of the Ministry of War are still very capable and very responsible."
While talking, Huanyu walked into the room with two young women.
The man with a swan belt. One is holding Pipa, and the other is holding pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spreading out in front of Qin Meng.
Qin Meng picked up the pen incomparably coolly and finished it, except for Xie Yun. The faces of the others changed.
Gao Xun even covered his face with his sleeves, feeling that his face was hot.
It's not that Qin Meng's writing is good-looking, but it is really unsightly.
Your writing is ugly, but it is reasonable. The key is that you have not controlled the size of the large and small characters. How thick is your face to have such a self-confidence that you can swear a bit of ink
However, after a while. Gao Xun heard the three female Huanyu exclaimed in unison.
what happened? This exclamation was not like a mockery, but a free-hearted admiration and surprise.
Gao Xun quickly put down his sleeves and fixed his eyes on Qin Meng's "calligraphy".
word. It's still as horrible as ever, but I can barely tell which one it is.
"I didn't see the ancients before. I didn't see the people in the future. I thought of the long life of the world, but sullenly."
Gao Xun's mouth suddenly opened wide, and he couldn't close it for a long time.
This is a poem by Chen Ziang, a poet who was founded in the early Tang Dynasty. This old man was born more than 70 years later. He is the leader who has swept away Liang Qimi's writing style.
Qin Meng couldn't control the ancients more than seventy years later. In order to keep Yuxi Fang down, he could only come up with such verses.
Huanyu frowned and said to the woman holding the pipa next to her, "Try it and see if you can sing this song."
The woman opened her mouth and put her fingers on the strings. But he didn't play.
"The slave servant is really ashamed. The artistic conception of this song is too high, and it is full of majestic tragic and majestic strength, and it is impossible to sing.
Huanyu didn’t think it would be disgusting. He looked at Qin Meng’s graffiti seriously, and after a long time he managed to squeeze out a smile and said, “This general... this young master. Such a good sentence must be handed down... Yuxi Fang... can’t play this god. The masterpiece, the Nujia, the Nujia speaks loudly."
"Hahaha..." Qin Meng laughed loudly: "Girl Huanyu, who knows the charm of verses but does not sing strongly. This is the so-called "hard" and retreat. In this world, how many people know that they are hard to retire. A girl is a wonderful person, you must not be presumptuous, come, and sit down and drink a few cups?"
Huanyu pondered slightly, walked to Qin Meng's side and knelt down, and whispered softly: "Huan Mingqi come over and warn the other sisters not to come here, so as not to defile Gao Shi."
The two little girls agreed, turned around and walked out.
At this time, Gao Xun looked at Qin Meng's eyes, not as if he looked at a hillbilly in the past, but with a complex expression. He just didn't know what Qin Meng would do in Yuxi Fang. (End of this chapter)