Chapter 57

Yue Heng carefully recalled, and in his heart, there were indeed many poems and verses praising beauties, but to achieve the level of "being there" and "heart Dao," they had to be very fitting to the current environment, and such poems and verses were not easy to find.

With the beauty by his side, and that look of anticipation, Yue Heng had no reason to refuse.

Cui Shilang was truly grinding the ink, and Zhang Junbei was just talking. No matter what Yue Heng wrote, it couldn't be taken away by anyone. Whoever took away the poem for Su Dajia would be opposing all the men in the world!

"Sir Cui, shall I first tell you alone?" Yue Heng asked softly.

"There's no need. Today, you should let your talent flow freely, the more stunning, the better! Even if it's a 'resonant text,' it's fine!" Cui Shilang answered in this manner.

Yue Heng felt puzzled but was instead much more relaxed.

Everyone was looking at this side. Su Weiwei had already laid out the paper, and Cui Shilang was still grinding the ink, even though he had already ground it well, he just wouldn't let go.

Su Xunyan's figure flashed through the crowd, and Cui Shilang's eyes sparkled. After getting the result he wanted from Su Xunyan, he stopped and made way for Yue Heng: "You can write now."

This time, Yue Heng could openly look at Su Weiwei. He said, "Thank you, Su Dajia, for your arrangement of 'The Ballad of Mulan' and 'Who Says Women Are Inferior to Men,' making the two songs more melodious and the battle songs more effective. It is truly my fortune!"

Su Weiwei smiled slightly and said softly, "If it weren't for Yue Gongzi's excellent lyrics, I couldn't have sung such good songs~"

Yue Heng clasped his hands and said, "My second thanks go to Su Dajia's voice. The two songs just now made me so entranced and moved, with many insights. Zhang Daren suggested writing a poem as a gift, and I was inspired. All the emotions I felt just now gradually turned into words in my heart. A thousand words and a myriad of emotions, all in this little poem. I boldly use Su Dajia's name, 'Gift to Su Weiwei.'"

Su Weiwei was deeply moved. If this poem were to spread throughout the world, she would also be remembered for eternity. This was no longer a simple gift but a great favor in return for a small kindness!

Wow...

It's coming, it's coming!

The entire venue was silent, and the sound of a needle dropping could be heard. Scholars all looked forward with anticipation, even the generals and craftsmen were smiling at the young couple bowing to each other. All the women were filled with envy for Su Weiwei. The person who might be the most uncomfortable at this moment was Wen Xin Yue, hidden in the crowd, her heart full of conflict.

Yue Heng looked at Su Weiwei, her beautiful face in his eyes, and in his mind, he tried hard to recall the heavenly sounds just now. He picked up the wolf-hair brush dipped in ink, pondered for a while, and fell into a wondrous "heart Dao."

After a long time, he wrote smoothly on the paper: "In Hong County, the strings and pipes play daily, half into the lake wind, half into the clouds. This music should only be heard in heaven, how often can it be heard on earth?"

When the brush landed, Yue Heng sighed lightly and said, "Su Dajia's voice is the most beautiful I have ever heard. This little poem is a gift to you, and it is not an exaggeration; it is my truest feeling."

"Ah~ What beautiful lines~ Thank you, Yue Gongzi, for the poem~"

Su Weiwei's eyes lit up. She stepped forward gracefully, picked up the poem with both hands, and the more she read, the more delighted she became. Hearing Yue Heng's praise just now, she was filled with joy. Any slight contempt or misunderstanding she once had for Yue Heng was now gone.

"County Magistrate Qi, I fear that all the officials of Hong County will be famous throughout the world. The first line mentions Hong County, and we will benefit greatly!" Cai County Magistrate was the first to flatter, congratulating County Magistrate Qi.

"Music and the sound of strings are intangible, but Yue Heng has transformed the intangible into the tangible, depicting the light and harmonious effect of the music. The word 'frequently' is extremely accurate and is the first highlight of this poem! The people of Hong County live in peace and prosperity, with music and songs everywhere, hence the frequent sounds of strings!" County Magistrate Qi was delighted, representing the thousands of people of Hong County.

"Half into the lake wind, half into the clouds, this line is also excellent. The two 'half' words are lively and vivid, making Su Dajia's voice as smooth and beautiful as flowing water. It is not an exaggeration to say it is a mid-level lingering melody!" Wen Zhangyuan stroked his beard and praised.

"The last two lines are the focus of this poem, no need for explanation, everyone understands its meaning." Cui Shilang sighed, but then asked in confusion, "This poem has such a lofty realm, why is there no reaction at all?"

No reaction is best!

Yue Heng sighed in his heart. Du Fu's "Gift to Flower Gentleman" is a very controversial poem. On the surface, it is easy to understand, praising the music as if it were a heavenly tune.

However, if the context of the poem's creation is considered, it is actually a satirical poem. Du Fu wrote this poem to give to General Huajingding of Shu, the first line being "In Jin City, the strings and pipes play daily." According to the story, this General Huajingding used the imperial music for his own entertainment, which was a grave act of treason. Therefore, the poem is a double-edged satire.

Fortunately, Yue Heng made some changes and coincided with Su Weiwei's genuine performance, taking the surface meaning, which was appropriate and would not cause misunderstanding.

"This music should only be heard in heaven, how often can it be heard on earth? Yue Gongzi, your evaluation is too high, I am unworthy of such praise~" Su Weiwei blushed, and the more she savored the lines, the more she felt a sense of awe.

What could Yue Heng say? He could only harden his resolve and continue the lie, waving his hand and saying calmly, "Su Dajia's voice is like a heavenly tune, truly coming from the heavens. My evaluation is not an exaggeration, and you deserve it."

Su Weiwei's face turned red, and she secretly looked up at Yue Heng, finding him smiling at her. Embarrassed, she turned away, shyly saying, "Gongzi~"

This beautiful scene lasted for only three seconds before Zhang Junbei's mountain-like figure and bell-like voice broke the sentiment.

"Yue Gongzi, Su Dajia, I, Zhang Hanshan, am a rough man and don't understand poetry. I just want to know, is this a battle poem? Why do I not feel any change?"

Zhang Junbei asked bluntly, drawing the attention of others. Everyone searched in their spirit palaces or martial souls but found no changes.

But Su Xunyan approached Cui Shilang, whispered something in his ear, and his expression was quite unpleasant. A few people looked at Yue Heng strangely.

Yue Heng was puzzled. This is a famous line passed down through the ages, how could there be no reaction at all?

He was very conflicted. If there were changes, it would cause a lot of trouble. If there were no changes, he was not satisfied. Du Fu's famous lines, even if not the best, should at least help the musicians, right?

"I... Yue Gongzi... Su Dajia..."

A voice came from the corner of the crowd, and everyone looked over to see it was the troupe leader!

The troupe leader stammered, raising his hands high, and under everyone's gaze, stammered, "We... seem to have a deeper understanding of the music..."

Thud!

Someone lost their balance, falling off their chair, their face full of disbelief.

Enhancement of the musicians' skills? What's going on?

"This music should only be heard in heaven, this music should only be... " Cui Shilang seemed to have an idea and asked anxiously, "Where are the scores for 'The Ballad of Mulan' and 'Who Says Women Are Inferior to Men'? Troupe leader, call the musicians to play them again!"

The troupe leader was so frightened that he was dazed, but a quick-witted musician helped call the people, and the original group was gathered. This time, when Su Dajia sang again, Cui Shilang and the others' faces turned even darker.

Yue Heng also noticed the difference. From the accompaniment, the version just now was more harmonious and complete, and Su Weiwei's voice was even more moving. If it were the first time hearing these two songs, the enhancement would be higher than the earliest version.

Therefore, Yue Heng had a deeper understanding of "being there" and "heart Dao."

This is how scholars create. To create excellent poetry, it must resonate with the scholar's spirit palace or stir the martial soul of a warrior. The creator's thoughts and physical condition at the time of creation have a significant impact on the work, and a small deviation can lead to a significant difference.

Accidentally, Du Fu's "Gift to Flower Gentleman" could not resonate with the scholars' spirit palaces or stir the martial souls of warriors, but enhancing the musicians' abilities was another form of gain.

The scholars present sighed. Cui Shilang sighed, "This is almost the end of the banquet, and you've caused another commotion. How do you plan to wrap this up?"

The warriors, on the other hand, were more open and straightforward. A few of them shouted loudly, "Troupe leader, are you interested in joining the military? The military band belongs to the logistics department and does not need to go to the front lines. You can play heavenly music, which is a great military achievement!"

"Troupe leader, how can ordinary musicians compare to military musicians? There are hundreds of battle songs, and many are secret. Because the abilities of military musicians are limited, many divine songs cannot be played. I see great potential in you!"

"Su Dajia, why don't you join the military? With you alone, it would be like having an army of three thousand! Ha ha!"

The warriors spoke without restraint, with few concerns. The biggest task in the Zhongyuan world was to fight against the beast demons. Anything that benefits the war can be handled by the military, and anything can be negotiated.

In contrast, seeing the scholars being so secretive, unwilling to share a resonant text with their peers, Yue Heng couldn't help but shake his head.

Zhang Junbei's eyes were turning, seemingly planning something with Yue Heng.

However, Cui Shilang stopped him and took him to the edge of the crowd, whispering.

Yue Heng noticed this and saw Zhang Junbei shaking his head vigorously, almost angry, and finally being convinced by Cui Shilang. He vaguely felt something was not right.

Sure enough, after the two talked it over, Cui Shilang left alone, and Zhang Junbei, with a sullen face, walked over and shouted in a gruff voice, "Pass my order! All guests at the banquet today are not allowed to leave early!"

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