Northern Song Dynasty Justice

Chapter 468 When the opera was born

Chapter 468 When the opera was born

Whoops!This Weng son-in-law really has a story!

Zhang Fei couldn't help looking at Sima Guang beside him with gossip, but before he could open his mouth, Sima Guang stared back.

"Go and do your work."

"Yes, then I'll excuse you first."

Zhang Fei cupped his hands slightly, turned and left with a hint of curiosity.

He looked around for a while, and suddenly caught sight of Fan Zheng who was busy, and immediately walked over, "Da Fan."

"The third brother is here."

Fan Zheng cupped his hands, panting slightly.

Zhang Fei looked at him sweating profusely, and asked: "You are a dignified alumni, why are you so busy, where is your calmness in the past?"

Fan Zheng smiled bitterly and said: "Third brother, didn't you see who these people are? They are not the current prime ministers, but they are the prime ministers who have become official, or they are the sons of the prime ministers. I have to be careful, don't let them out." thing."

The voice was trembling. Although the Baifan Building was the first building in Bianjing, it was the first time I had seen this kind of scene. Poor prime ministers like Sima Guang seldom came here.

Zhang Fei turned his head to look carefully again, it was really so, even Wang Anshi was here, standing with Han Jiang and several academicians of the Imperial Academy at this time, he couldn't help saying: "Unexpectedly, Duke Yan's reputation is so high. "

Fan Zhengdao: "I've heard of this. When Duke Yan was in office, he promoted many people. Duke Fan back then, Duke Fu, Duke Wen, Bachelor Wang, and Bachelor Sima all received his favor."

indeed!

It can be said that Yan Shu promoted three generations of prime ministers for the Song Dynasty.

On the point of knowing the pearl with the eye, Yan Shu really has never convinced anyone.

But in fact, this is only a secondary reason, the main reason is Zhang Fei himself, because the previous exemption tax made the life of the scholar-bureaucrats very depressing, now that the turmoil has passed, everyone wants to relax, just happened to encounter this , just came over for a while, so there is today's grand event.

This is really in the dark, its own arrangement.

Zhang Fei couldn't help but said: "Since you know, you should be fully prepared, why are you in such a hurry."

"It's all about one thing."

Fan Zheng said depressedly: "Yan Gong's collection of poems can be bought in every bookstore in the past. It is not a rare thing. How could it alarm these prime ministers and scholar-bureaucrats. I thought it was most likely to attract those young masters to come and watch it. How do I know... Sigh .It was really a mistake this time."

Zhang Fei hehe said: "Don't be too nervous, I often deal with prime ministers like them, the more high-ranking people are, the less they will care about these small things."

Fan Zheng has always been cautious, but not as big-hearted as Zhang Fei, "It's better to be more careful!"

When Zhang Fei saw him talking, he couldn't help but cast his eyes left and right, and asked again: "That's right! Are they here in Ya Nei?"

Fan Zhengdao: "It's been here a long time ago, Brother Xiaochun and the others will prepare later."

Zhang Fei wondered, "Is Ya Nei so caring?"

Fan Zheng smiled, and said in a low voice: "The yamen just wants others to know that he is also a part of today's opera performance."

"I see!"

Zhang Fei suddenly realized, "This is like his style, that's fine, I'll go to the backstage to have a look, so I won't bother you."

Fan Zheng nodded.

He was about to go to the backstage to find Cao Dongdong for a drink and a fart, but on the way, he was called over by Wang Anshi and the others. At this time, Wang Anshi was standing with Sima Guang, Lu Gong and them, the political advisers.

"Boy Zhang San has met the Grand Master Wang, and the matter of Han Temple..."

"okay!"

Before Zhang Fei finished declaring his official name, Wang Anshi waved his hand, "I heard that you made this opera again?"

Zhang Fei said with a sneer: "I just came up with an idea, the specific arrangement was designed by Mr. Yan Xiao."

Han Jiang asked, "What do you mean by opera?"

Zhang Fei explained: "To put it simply, it is to find someone to interpret the background or story of each poem, hoping that people can be immersive, just like!"

As he spoke, he pointed his finger upwards, "As it is said in the poem, there is nothing to do but the flowers fall, and the swallows return like deja vu. People cannot avoid birth, old age, sickness and death, but poems and stories can last forever in the world."

"So that's the case." Han Jiang stroked the goatee's beard and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be quite successful in poetry."

Lu Gong at the side smiled and said: "I can't help but lose my soul, the wind blows from the west, and people are thinner than Huanghua, but it's just what he did."

Han Jiang asked in surprise, "Really?"

Sima Guang and the others just laughed and said nothing.

Based on their understanding of Zhang Fei, they all thought that this poem should not be written by Zhang Fei. Although the article belongs to the article and the words belong to the words, judging from Zhang Fei's article, it is impossible to write such a quatrain. .

Genius is not the law of heaven!

Zhang Fei saw that there was a trace of teasing in their eyes, and his strong personality came up again. Anyway, the idol has not yet been born, so he cupped his hands and said, "No! It's just what I did. In my opinion, this word is the first word in the poem." Painting can be understood or expressed in words.”

"Poem-in-picture?"

"Exactly."

Zhang Fei nodded and said: "Reading poems is more about connecting with the author's heart, and when reading words, pictures will appear in the mind involuntarily. If the poems are regarded as one, then the words are the paintings in the poems.

Especially Yan Gong's Ci is more immersive, so I thought of showing Yan Gong's Ci in a deductive way. I even dare to conclude that once my operas come out, my Song Ci will definitely improve. Compared with Tang poetry, it is more widely circulated. "

Speaking of the back, it is full of pride.

But you have to know that in front of him is a group of big names in the literary world. If we want to improve our words, we have to rely on you, kid?

Is that what you mean?

There's no end to madness.

"Your boy is a bit arrogant!" Only one person came over.

This person's name is Wang Gui, who was once supported by Yan Shu, and is currently a bachelor of the Imperial Academy.

Of course, he also has another identity, that is Li Qingzhao's grandfather.

But Zhang Fei didn't know, otherwise, he would definitely give three points of respect, and said with a smile: "Let's wait and see."

As he was talking, he suddenly heard a bang upstairs.

Everyone looked up, but saw a woman on the second floor caressing the strings of the piano, and the soothing sound of the piano filled the air.

"Is this about to start?"

The guests who were standing together just now took their seats one after another.

In fact, this is the meaning of this arrangement. The drama of matters is about to begin, so please take your seats quickly.

Soon the building gradually became quiet.

Hearing the gradual change of the sound of the piano, the singing girl opened her mouth and sang: "A new song with a glass of wine. Last year's weather was an old pavilion. When will the sun go down in the west? Helplessly, the flowers will fall, and the swallows that seem to have known each other will return. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone."

Yan Jidao's curling voice, Yan Shu's sad words, coupled with the singing girl's melodious voice, seem to reverse time and space, pulling the thoughts of the scholar-officials on the first floor to the past.

But when everyone was immersed in the beautiful singing, they suddenly heard a heart-wrenching cry: "Lang Jun!"

Everyone woke up suddenly, looked down at the stage on the first floor, and saw a little young woman stepping through a fake door with one hand, gently holding the door with one hand, and looking affectionately at the "young man" carrying a burden in front of her. Talented, his clear eyes contained a pool of autumn water, filled with tears, and filled with endless reluctance.

This scene aroused the hearts of the scholar-bureaucrats and son-in-law buddies present.

Song Ci is written about the love in the boudoir and the pain of parting, so for them, this scene is really like reflecting the words into reality.

It was like opening a window for them, finally understanding what the "deduction" in Zhang Fei's mouth was all about.

Looking at the parting couple on the stage, and seeing the young woman guarding the boudoir alone, looking forward to the letter's return, they can't help feeling sad.

This scene made Zhang Fei's goosebumps all over the place, like a group of old people, watching life and death love and tearing up.

Zhang Fei, who grew up watching Meteor Garden, couldn't resonate at all. He first went to the back room to find Cao Dongdong and the others for a few drinks, but he was busier than Fan Zheng, and he wanted to lie on the door and peek at the actors. Changing clothes, there is no time to talk to him.

Zhang Fei, who was making fun of himself, came out, and suddenly found a familiar figure standing in front of the dark back door, walked over immediately, and said with a smile: "Fourth brother is also interested in this opera?"

This person is Ma Tianhao.

"I wanted to come here to join in the fun, but it turned out that all the prime ministers of the court have come, so I can only stand here and take a look, and then go back later."

There was no other way, the people sitting inside were all nobles, so he, a rich businessman with tattoos on his face, could only stand here.

With that said, Ma Tianhao looked at Zhang Fei again, "You are really cruel, too! Xiangguo Temple has never suffered such a big loss."

He knew very well in his heart that the salt money was the work of Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei didn't deny it either, and said, "They provoked it first, and I've been merciful, otherwise, their loss would have been more than that."

Ma Tianhao said: "They didn't go after you, why do you bother yourself, don't forget that our business will be favored by Xiangguo Temple!"

Zhang Fei said: "But they also made money to go. We are not puppets of Xiangguo Temple, but a cooperative relationship. Does fourth brother want to work for Xiangguo Temple all his life?"

Ma Tianhao glanced sideways, and said with a smile, "What? Still trying to instigate me?"

Zhang Fei said with a smile: "I just think that Xiangguo Temple's style of playing is outdated. What is popular now is our charity foundation. Fourth Brother should also make plans for himself."

Ma Tianhao said: "One cannot be ungrateful!"

Zhang Fei said: "Xiangguo Temple is cooperating with me, never to help me, I don't owe them anything."

Ma Tianhao looked at him and said solemnly: "But I owe it."

Zhang Fei shrugged slightly and said no more.

Ma Tianhao said: "You have to understand that Xiangguo Temple lost to the imperial court this time, not to you in business."

Zhang Fei said: "They forced me to do this job, and I never thought of going against Xiangguo Temple."

Ma Tianhao said with a smile: "But Xiangguo Temple may not think so."

Zhang Fei said: "Fourth brother, have you heard what happened in the court recently?"

Ma Tianhao said: "Are you referring to the matter of asking you to go to the Northwest to be an official?"

Zhang Fei nodded and said: "This is my capital, so I think it's better to make money with harmony, otherwise, both sides may suffer."

Ma Tianhao looked at him in surprise, "Are you really going?"

Zhang Fei said: "Maybe."

Ma Tianhao said: "I advise you not to go, I have served as a soldier somewhere before, if I am not careful, I may be smashed to pieces!"

Zhang Fei said with a smile: "Wealth and wealth are in danger, and I am able to have what I am today, all because of spelling out."

Ma Tianhao didn't try to persuade him anymore, he just said: "If you go, don't take the pony with you."

Zhang Fei said: "Don't worry, fourth brother, I won't take him there." He added in his heart, why should I take Xiao Ma there?

Just at this time, the sound of the piano sounded again upstairs.

Only to hear the singing girl singing loudly again: "The chrysanthemums are worried about the smoke and the orchids weeping dew, the curtains are cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not understand the bitterness of parting and hatred, and the slanting light reaches the dawn to wear Zhuhu. Last night the west wind withered the green trees and went alone High-rise buildings, looking at the end of the world. If you want to send colored paper and rulers, where do you know where the mountains are long and the rivers are wide?"

When the lingering sound lingered, I only heard an excited voice from the third floor, "I knew it was this poem."

It turns out that according to the arrangement, at the end of a story, a song will be sung corresponding to it.

"Hehe. That brat is right. This drama is really unique."

Wang Anshi nodded approvingly.

Lu Gongzhu couldn't help but also said: "This play mixes lyrics and music together, and it really makes people feel immersive. It's extremely exciting."

Wen Yanbo said: "Not only that, the arrangement of this play also makes the artistic conception of this poem more perfect. It may not take long for this opera to become popular all over the country."

At this time, no one really doubted this sentence.

This opera is really very appetizing to the scholar-bureaucrats. The key point is that it can make their ci more famous.

One song after another, one after another.

The guests were intoxicated by it, unable to extricate themselves, and some emotional ones even secretly wiped the corners of their eyes.

It's like those children who watched idol dramas for the first time, separated at random, and cried together. Only when they grew up did they realize that they were crying not about Aiqing, but about BMW.

It's another song!

Just as everyone was looking forward to the next performance, all of a sudden, the singing girls who had just performed on stage came on stage one after another, saluting to the surrounding guests.

Is this gone?

Looking at it is enjoyable!

Sing a few more songs!

Whether it's the scholar-bureaucrats on the first floor or the sons and gentlemen upstairs, all of them have more to say.

But when I asked the time, two hours had passed.

Fu Bi, Wen Yanbo and other old people who came back to their senses suddenly felt that their backs were sore and their legs were numb. They quickly stood up, stretched their muscles and bones, and were about to leave.

Suddenly, a few people came up with a wooden table. There were thick books on the table, especially the exquisite cover with great texture, which made the scholars and bureaucrats present widen their eyes again.

The performers on the stage each picked up a book, turned around, and showed the books in their hands.

A man with a mustache came onto the stage and beat the gongs and drums three times.

The people sitting here are very familiar with the sound of gongs and drums, this is a rush to buy!

I rushed to buy the book, and heard the man's introduction. It turns out that this book is a collection of Yan Shu's poetry collection. There are only a hundred copies at present, and it is not for sale. It can only be obtained today.

Always on sale.

"Huh, I finally got to my favorite part."

Zhang Fei, who was drowsy, suddenly became energetic and looked nervously at the stage.

"I pay the usual money."

Everyone looked for the reputation, but saw that Fu Zhishuang stood in front of an elegant seat and shouted loudly.

Immediately, many sons and brothers were ready to move, and looking back, it was Fu Gong, so forget it.

Not surprisingly, the rich family won the first book with consistent money.

Wen Yanbo won the second book with consistent money.

The third book, written by Lu Gong, won with consistent money.

Neither Sima Guang nor Wang Anshi made a move. Since they both bought it, they can borrow it, so why waste the money.

Hou Donglai, who personally escorted these books here not long ago, couldn't help but stare blankly at Zhang Fei, "Sanlang, this is different from what you said!"

Zhang Fei raised his head and looked towards the third floor, looking at the young master who was about to move but dared not open his mouth, he couldn't help closing his eyes and sighing regretfully, "This wise man is sure to make a mistake!"

(End of this chapter)