During the working days, the Hanlin people fish for fish, they don’t make up the canon well, and they go to write dramas... Although the master of the academy has turned a blind eye, but when watching a drama, everyone has to communicate and exchange ideas when composing the drama. Experience, to express the sadness and sadness of being busy with official business and having no time to write poetry and compose music, it is better not to invite your boss.
In the first performance, he only invited people to participate in the choreography, chasing after him every day to ask when he could perform.
Yang reviewed Yang Tinghe, although he was only a subordinate of the seventh grade, but because he mainly wrote the play, Li Dongyang asked him to sit as the chairman when arranging the seats, and he accompanied Xie Qian and Wang Hua by the side. In the next few rows, there are only two people who are not Hanlin people—the original Cui Xie and the art director Lu Juren.
The two people who had not been admitted to the jinshi suddenly sat in the middle of the Hanlin, and their excitement was beyond words.
Cui Xie wanted to paint portraits of them one by one and bury them together when he was buried so that future historians could see them. Lu Juren was also very poetic, holding a pencil and a small folded notebook to smear and smear, and jot down the good sentences that flashed in his mind.
The Hanlins in front were also very excited.
On the stage in front of them, an elegant and serene boudoir is impressively presented: the colorful gauze is hanging down, the flower branches are inserted obliquely, and there are two windows on the wall behind the painting. vertically downward. There are jade pots and calendulas on the table, green grapes, yellow pomegranates, and a carved lacquer mirror with its back to the audience.
When everyone took their seats, Li Dongyang clapped his hands and ordered the show to start.
At the end of the stage, the door of the boudoir was pushed open, and a graceful figure stepped into the house with a pipa in its arms. A few thin gauze curtains hung down in the room, and the figure of the girl stopped behind the curtain, Yingyingchao showed a romantic attitude, her snow-white skin was lined with a purple gauze shirt, and she was indescribably romantic and charming.
It's a pity that the face is too round, the eyes are not long enough, and the nose is slightly blunt, not as good as the beauty in the painting.
Everyone whispered a few words, wishing to catch the scholar who drew the manuscript and asked him where he saw the beauty, why can't he be invited to act in this play!
Fortunately, the beauty is rubbed with powder, and the white cover hides all the ugliness. Although it is not as good as the fairy in the painting from a distance, it is still a person in the painting. After she came out, she turned halfway, glanced out the false window, and when she heard the sound of the string, she opened her throat and sang [One River Wind]: "It's raining at the beginning of the day, and once the mountains are clean, it should be written in the ice silk frame. "
Lively, she is really beautiful! The audience immediately burst into applause, and everyone praised: "Jiefu's brilliant strokes! At this time, in ordinary dramas, we have to arrange a paragraph of narration first. How can this tune go straight to the hearts of the people!"
Yang Tinghe said low-key: "Where, where, do I have to want new things? I just saw the picture in the original book, and I feel that such a painting should not be wasted. It's better to sing and sing."
Having said that, he couldn't help but look backwards, trying to find out where Junxiu, who was behind the manuscript for Li Dongyang, was. After looking around, apart from his colleagues, there were only two scholars - even Li Dongyang's own younger brother and son were detained in the courtyard for his father to study, and they were not able to come to the play. One of the two scholars is a disciple of Li Dongyang, and the other is from Luju, Henan. They must be the authors that they have long wanted to meet.
He took a deep look at Lu Juren, but felt that he didn't seem to be younger than himself.
The play on stage is just right, let's finish the play first.
After the three stanzas were sung, Yaoniang said that she lived in Pennsylvania and that her father was a local shepherd. Now that the father sent the tribute to Beijing, the mother and daughter lived in peace at home, enjoying the scenery, waiting for the father to see Tianyan, deliver the mission, and then come back for a family reunion.
Chen Ba was born, and hooked the strings of the pipa again, singing "The shadow of the tree is the window, the color of the moss invades the curtain" outside the window, and the singer "The pipa is clear to the ears, and the golden pot is poured out." When the leisure time was at its peak, the strings on the side of the stage stopped abruptly. A middle-aged beautiful woman sprinted onto the stage in small steps, and complained that the king's father had lost his tribute. He was tried in Beijing and sent to the western frontier. Things.
The sound of joy turned to sorrow, and the mother and daughter held their heads in grief. A maid untied the veils from the pillars on both sides, and the veils were closed, blurring the scenery of a boudoir.
The next scene is Mrs. Wang's sacrifice to her husband on a festival, and Wang Yaoniang inquired about the truth of her father's accident. Finally, she found out the name and origin of the black-clothed thief, and determined to seek revenge for him. The set had to be replaced with a mourning hall, and the purple veil on the stage had to be replaced with white plain silk. Lu Juren was afraid that the servants would not make it elegant enough, so he quietly withdrew from the table and helped with the background.
The opening scene of the second game was Mrs. Wang dressed in plain clothes, holding a sharp blade across her chest, and sang a song [Drunken Taiping]: "The road to fame is steep, and there are many people from the sea. Let everything go. After the official business is actually a reason to kill... "
After singing, he slashed the knife across his throat, and squeezed his left hand beside the blade, and a bright red blood spurted out, dyeing his clothes red. Wang Yaoniang came out from the back of the hall, and when she saw the blood in a folded waist, she ran up to support Madam, and touched her lips, Madam Wang bit her lip and spat out blood.
Really bloody.
The actor is very artistically literate. He vomited mournfully in small mouths with blood, and he could talk while spitting. He taught his daughter to live a good life in the future.
Wang Yaoniang responded repeatedly and sang two more slow songs before Madam Wang tilted her head and finally died. My aunt was wearing a heavy filial piety and leaned on her, and pieces of white flakes fell from her head. I don't know if it was snow, Yanghua, or paper money.
The plain curtains on both sides fell one after another, covering the stage with white ground.
Several Hanlins in the audience couldn't help applauding, Yang Tinghe was the most excited and shouted: "What do you think about this paragraph! Although I wrote this scene, I didn't expect it to snow here! June Feixue , its form is similar to "Dou E's Injustice", and Dou E's injustice and this Wang Guaner's injustice are also framed by thieves. That Dou E is a father to avenge his daughter, Wang Yaoniang is a daughter to avenge his father, this snow is really It's very useful!"
Wang Hua said, "Why is it snow, isn't that Yanghua? Why is it snowing in the house? There are poplar branches outside her window, I think it should be a poplar flower. The wind blows the poplar flowers, just in time for the end of spring and summer. Times change, Wang Yaoniang takes off her filial piety, isn't she going to go to Beijing?"
The two had their own reasons, and the Hanlins joined in the discussion one after another, arguing, and no one knew which was right. Just in time to catch up on the stage, it took a long time to sweep the white flakes, and the curtain never opened. Several Hanlins were young and energetic, and they were a little anxious, so they got up and pulled Lu Juren and asked, "Brother Lu Xian, is it Yang Hua or Xue on that stage? Is it Yang Hualuo’s return in spring, or the orphaned daughter of Heaven’s pity, Feishhuang in March?”
Lu Juren didn't know either!
Feeling the happiness and pressure of being surrounded by Hanlin, Lu Juren said decisively: "It's the reed flower! We picked the reed flower by the Jishuitan when we came! As for why we brought the reed flower to the stage in this scene, we have to ask Choi Xie, the guy who rehearsed the show."
Cui Xie looked at what Lu Hua came up with, and said that Xue Rong Suyi looked good, of course he had to ask him!
Cui Xie touched his nose and said embarrassedly, "Actually, I just think it looks so good..."
I just feel that there are a lot of scenes in the movie where people are buried in heavy snow, which is quite artistic. Just imitate it. The Hanlins are indeed worthy of the question for the prince, and don't miss any opportunity for reading comprehension!
At this time, Yang Tinghe stared directly at Cui Xie's face, compared with Lu Juren who was standing aside, and then touched his face...
This is the real talent who is younger than them all. Lu Juren seems to be older than him!
He looked back at Li Dongyang and asked, "Brother Li, just talk about the late talent who wrote the manuscript, is it your disciple?"
The people often didn't care about Lu Hua, and the man sitting next to Cui Xie quickly pulled up Cui Xie and asked, "Is he that mysterious genius? Mr. Li, you are really hiding the truth!"
Li Dongyang smiled calmly, reservedly, and poisedly: "What can I say, the institute was not written by Jiefu, and all the talented people changed it? He is a child, and he can draw one or two strokes at most. , is nothing."
What a big deal! There is no beautiful and beautiful Wang Yaoniang, no handsome Xie Qianhu, no... eh, who else is there
That white robe fluttering, the divine ceremonial is cold...
By the way, the Jin Yiwei who married Yao Niang!
Without these beautifully embroidered statues, how could Yang Hanlin be willing to easily write a courtyard book? How can there be so many people helping to decipher the text
The crowd immediately dropped Yang Hua and Xuehua, and asked Cui Xie how the portraits of those people were drawn. Xie Qianhu and everyone can occasionally see that the embroidered portraits are almost exactly like the real ones. What about the girl and her husband? But is there a real person
Yes, but not from the Ming Dynasty.
Cui Xie sighed: "The students draw what they think of in their own hearts, and they never drew it according to anyone else. Only Xie Qianhu, because he was the original person in this case, drew it according to himself. ."
Isn't there such a beauty in the world...
Such beauties are really not like people in the world. Although the Hanlins were lost, they still felt that they deserved it. After sighing a few times, they let go of their arms and joked: "This disciple Li Xueshi's painting skills are comparable to Wu Zhong and Shen Zhou. In the future, I will be a hundred years later. , I have to ask him to paint me a picture!"
It doesn't have to be a hundred years, why don't we paint it now
Cui Xie was gearing up, wishing he could paint the big guys after he finished singing. However, Li Dongyang pressed him down and persuaded his colleagues: "Don't praise him too much, and tell him to think about it. I also expect him to pass the middle school next year, and he will be a jinshi when he is in his twenties. Don't be low. It's the teacher's name!"
The ninth day of the eighth lunar month next year will be the day for the start of the township examination, and there will be no leap month in between, so there are only 364 days left. Li Dongyang and his fellow apprentices, colleagues, and friends are all prodigies. Cui Xie was already a prodigy at his age. He is also known as a prodigy and taught by a famous teacher. Also a bit dull.
Yang Tinghe said with a smile: "Brother Li, what are you afraid of, Hezhong has caught up with the good time now, the "Four Books" are all written by our Hanlin bachelors, and the title of the prince, how many officials in the world can get this kind of treatment? If you're afraid that he won't be good at classics, then I... There are two champions, Wang and Xie, and I ask them to produce a few more sets of papers, so I'm afraid that they won't be able to make a person?"
Everyone burst into laughter: "Exactly. Although we don't have Master Yang's ability to write a cycle, it's not difficult to come up with a few scriptures. From now on, it's easy to give him a set every day."
Li Dongyang thanked his colleagues for Cui Xie, patted him again, and asked, "What do you think?"
What else to say. Cui Xie stood up and thanked everyone, closing his eyes and chanting: "There are road and diligence in the mountain of books, and the sea of learning is boundless and hard work."
He is a hard worker, and the big guys who watch the show are very happy.
The plain curtains on the stage were reopened, and the background curtain was replaced with a scene of peaches around the bank, mountains and streams, and a small stone bridge crossing the stream. Weeping willows, poplars, and strange rocks were draped on the stage. Yao Niang, dressed in plain gauze, held a pipa in her arms, with a simple bun on her head, and slipped gracefully to Taichung.
There was a wind blowing against her from somewhere under the stage, making the long sleeves of the gauze skirt flutter. Just look at this posture, you don't need to sing such a bright and affectionate song, just say a few words at random is also a Yaotai fairy.
From the second fold, it is the story of Yao Niang playing the pipa and singing, searching for the identity of the man in black with her husband, hawker, and mother-in-law everywhere, finding revenge in the capital, and being interrogated by the Jinyiwei. Along the way, she traveled through the wind and dust and worked hard, and she was dressed in plain clothes that did not stain the dust. The whiter the whiter, the more bitter the bitterness, and the people who wrote and proofread the manuscript in person in the audience couldn't help but shed tears.
Before the play was over, everyone asked the Li family for pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and they did their best to write poems and poems for My Lady, and each wrote articles to comment on the play, advocating it as the first drama in the Chenghua Dynasty.
After the authors watched the premiere, it was the turn of the main object of praise in the play, the soul male protagonist Xie Qianhu and his Jinyiwei group.
Xie Ying set up a garden in the city and asked the Fushou class to sing the opera for five days in a row, from the ninth to the thirteenth day of the first month, just to avoid the most intense work of the palace guards around August 15th.
On the first day of listening to the play, I first invited Zhu Ji, my immediate supervisor, two envoys from the Nanbei Zhenfu Division, Qianhu, who was vacant in the Fourteenth Division, and the captain of the school, who was supposed to be off on this day.
Originally, Wan Tongzhi, the younger brother of Concubine Wan, should have invited him, but he had just been transferred to the Houfu army and was busy eating the feast of his subordinates, so he refused to come because he didn't like the wine invited by a thousand households. However, because the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, the two envoys were too busy to come out easily.
Only the conductor, Zhu Ji, was exempted from the examination of the main guard a few days ago, and he came out to have a drink and listen to the play when he had nothing to do.
When everyone went to the garden to play downstairs, they were a little shocked as soon as they saw the finely set up on the stage. Gao Baihu tutted his head and shook his head: "This Fushou class is also very good. I don't know who I asked for to make the big screen and the fake scene.
Others stared at the beauty, and he was there to give instructions on how to set the scene. If it wasn't for the face of his father, Eunuch Gao, some people would like to put a sack on him and drag him down.
Fortunately, the previous scenes were full of grief and resentment. The guards in Jinyi didn't like to listen to them, and they didn't care about the lyrics. They only watched Wang Yaoniang's immortal appearance, and Madam Wang vomited blood and poignantly. Throw money up.
When Lu Hua fell and buried the mother and daughter, they didn't bother to guess what Yang Hua Feixue was, but only looked at the beauty in plain clothes and covered snow and applauded.
When Wang Yaoniang was wandering around with her pipa in her arms, the authors were so moved that they all cried together, but this group of Jinyiwei only commented on her figure, posture, and demeanor, and studied how the hero saves the beauty to avenge her when she encounters such a poor beauty.
Just as this group of people were discussing passionately, a team of Jinyiwei suddenly walked out from the corner of the stage, dressed in the same fashion as their new clothes. Everyone was handsome and heroic. The leading one, Jin Yiwei, had thicker makeup than others, long eyebrows, big eyes, slightly thick lips, and a very romantic figure.
A few school captains who were patrolling the streets under the stage slapped the table and said angrily: "Nonsense, how dare you slander your grandfather Jin Yiwei! How could I ever question such a poor and beautiful woman with such a dark face!"
A sensible person next to him held him down and persuaded: "This is a play that Xie Qianhu invited, and it will be performed for several days. Could it be slandering us?"
Zhu Ji was also surprised: "Jin Yiwei is actually played in a zaju. No wonder you invited people to watch it. Jin Yiwei in this play dared to interrogate her, or did he help solve the case?"
Xie Ying looked at the stage and smiled, and replied in a low voice: "Of course we have Jin Yiwei from the beginning to the end. If it wasn't written well for us, how could the lower official invite the adults and colleagues to watch? This is just the beginning, the adults are careful. Look back and you'll know."
After the team of Jinyiwei cross-examined Wang Yaoniang's life experience, the leading Qiao Xiaosheng said: "Little lady has a pitiful background and a respectable ambition, think of me as a dignified man, the person who protects the royal front, can't compare her to a weak woman with chivalrous heart? How can I call such a fierce woman into the dust?"
This is the true nature of their Jinyiwei!
The school captains cheered, and several thousand households also sighed that they had no such luck and led the team to meet a beautiful woman. Zhu Ji said, "Either the official has a memorial and asks you to patrol the capital for Xie Ying, so that the people in the past will not stop day and night, and tell the old man to look at them and feel sorry for them?"
Forget it, they are rich people, how can they compare with Xie Ying, who has no family and tiredness.
Everyone laughed a few times, and on the stage, Feng Yun, the captain of the Jinyi Guard, was going to send the girl to the inn and teach her to settle down before talking about other things.
Zhong Jinyiwei left the stage first, and he was the only one left to escort Yao Niang off the stage, and then the curtain fell. When the curtain opened again, it was a majestic official residence, with a small student standing in the middle with his back to the person, a pair of Jin Yiwei turned out from behind the screen, and finally came out a handsome young student in green clothes.
This man is taller and taller than others, handsome and handsome, and he looks more imposing than Feng Yun who saved Wang Yaoniang before.
He walked slowly to the hall, his pace was different from others, and he had a special demeanor when walking. Everyone below guessed that this was the real protagonist, just by looking at the gait.
Only Xie Ying looked at the tall figure and the swaying gait, and remembered the high cushion taken out from Cui Xie's shoes, and couldn't help but smile.
It happened that Feng Yun, who was on the stage, also acted as an obeisance, and read: "Little Captain Feng Yun, I will meet the thousand households and thank the Lord."
The audience immediately exploded, and even Zhu Tongzhi almost stood up and looked at the person on the stage who was pretending to be Xie Qianhu and said, "Is there really a Xie Qianhu? The first one just said it was a black-clothed thief, but it's actually the one you caught. Thief in black! I can't complain that the actor is tall and looks a bit like you, but he is actually pretending to be you? Who is Feng Yun?"
The lieutenants in the audience put Feng Yun on themselves one after another. Those with the words Feng and Yun in their names, and those who had been thieves in black, all quickly put themselves into Feng Yun.
Only Gao Baihu didn't go out to patrol the streets, so he couldn't get involved with the characters. Instead, he focused his attention elsewhere. He pointed to Xiaosheng who played Xie Qianhu on the stage and said, "Isn't this Lu Erlang who is playing Master Xie? I Remembering that his stature is average and not as tall as me, how can he look like he is a bit taller than others after pretending to be Lord Xie?"
Yup! He played a thousand households, and he was more handsome than an ordinary school captain. They didn't fight, but his shoe heels were also flat. How did he get so tall
Xie Ying remembered the appearance of Cui Xie showing off his insoles, and he couldn't help lowering his eyelids and smiled lightly: "It's just a cushion added to the shoes, I've seen those cushions before, it's better to wear high-soled shoes if they're a hindrance. If you really want to know , I look back and ask people how they did it, but shouldn't it be time to concentrate on watching the play? Then Wang Yaoniang is going to come out again."
You have to watch it!
Forget the crying in the front, but behind them are Jin Yiwei and the beautiful Wang Yaoniang. Just looking at the clothes is worth watching it several times!
Everyone quickly turned their attention to the field—
At this time, the veil was reopened, and Feng Yun went to the inn again, and told Wang Yaoniang that the black-clothed theft had been reported to the thousands of households. They had ordered people to investigate inside and outside the capital, to find out the news of the black-clothed thief, and to help her. A matter of revenge.
Yao Niang hugged the pipa and bowed down to thank him, willing to sing a song to comfort his hard work, so she sang a set of [Liangzhou Xu] with her pipa in her arms to show her feelings: "...The cold wind is cut, the smoothie is fine, how can I return to Guanshan Road? The tears of an orphan, few people know... Today, I finally got the eyes of the gods, and I can't help but willing to give up my body, sacrifice my body and the officials to capture the thief and return."
After she sang a deep blessing, everyone in the audience couldn't help but cheer up, cheering loudly, waiting for Feng Yun to pick up the beautiful woman and spend the evening together. Just at this moment, the gentleman Xie, who was walking a step at a time, with a dignified aura, came out again, and asked Feng Yun to help the girl up, praised her for her filial piety, righteousness, bravery, and willingness to use her as a beauty trick to arrest Heiyi. steal.
The curtain fell to block the stage. But when a man and a widow pull down the curtain, and a man and a woman add an immediate boss to close the curtain, the things that can be thought of behind are different—
With the big Buddha Xie Qianhu pressing down on it, they didn't dare to substitute Feng Yun and Yao Niang for what they were doing in the background! Blinding Fengyun so good-looking, blinding their elegant clothes of Jin Yiwei!
Everyone was criticizing that the play written by the literati was not good, and they did not understand the aesthetics of the general public. Four maids wearing double-fronted jacket skirts and combs were gathered around a mirror.
A bronze mirror on the stage was covering Wang Yaoniang's face, only she could be seen wearing a Wang Xian bun, and her hair was fixed with dyed wooden beads inlaid with copper to make golden flowers.
The string pipe suddenly plucked, and the four maids retreated in unison.
Wang Yaoniang, who was behind the mirror, sang "Green clouds pile up on the temples, and the face is full of rosy fat and fragrance." She stood up from behind the table, revealing a slender brow, with a slightly slender and upturned eyebrow, wiping her cheeks pink. A beautiful face with snow skin and red lips. She had a high bun on her head, full of jewelry, long broken bead earrings on both ears, and a red flower tin on her forehead. He was wearing an ivory-colored robe with a pair of fronts, lined with a pink-colored jacket with a small high collar, and a gold collar with a pendant around his neck.
The pale yellow light refracted by the light board hit her face from both sides, blurring the inexhaustible contours on her face, leaving only picturesque eyebrows, eyes and lips, black hair like clouds, and unspeakable beauty.
That song is also sung in the right circumstances, what is "a smile in the wind is not spring, it is suspected that it is the soul of the pear blossom under the moon..."
Who said that the plays written by literati are not good, but they are well written! It's just such a person, and such a piece of music has to be sung like this!
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The reference book is "The History of Sanqu in the Ming and Qing Dynasties" by Zhao Yishan
The specific song and author will be uploaded tomorrow