I Become A Saint By Studying

Under the spotlight.

Lin Yi boarded the Yueyang Tower, looked at the scenery outside the building out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help feeling poetic.

'Forbearance, the finale will be held later! '

Lin Yi suppressed the urge to sing poems for the occasion, and walked to Ningxiang girl's side.

at this time.

Miss Ningxiang's maid has already prepared paper, ink, brush and inkstone.

Even the girl Ningxiang studied ink with bare hands, and Lin Yi felt a sense of amazement even if her side face was sculpted by nature, even if it was covered by a veil.

"Lao Ningxiang is here!"

Lin Yi nodded towards Miss Ningxiang, and began to write

"When the play breaks, the water sleeves rise and fall; singing sorrows and joys, singing separation and reunion, has nothing to do with me."

"The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound and are silent; the love in the play and the outsider, who can say..."

Lin Yi likes ancient songs, and every time he heard such an ancient song, he would memorize the lyrics.

To learn the story behind the creation.

At this time, when Lin Yi wrote this lyrics, his thoughts seemed to return to the era of the previous life when the war was raging and the people were in dire straits.

An actor, on a square-inch stage, with soft sleeves and graceful Kunqiang.

However, the family and the country are broken, and the mountains and rivers are scattered, who can be spared?

People who are humble but dare not forget to worry about the country all know that opera singers are ruthless, so how do they know that opera singers also have hearts.

The reason why Lin Yi chose this song is because Ningxiang girl's song is so similar to this song "Chi Ling".

It's like two time and space, they are both actors, and they have experienced a period of tragic years.

A song like this was born.

Inside and outside Yueyang Tower, countless eyes fell on Lin Yi, but no one spoke because...he is Lin Jieyuan.

A great talent who amazed the entire capital with his articles handed down from the Ming Mansion in the rural examination.

The appearance of a young man, the talent of a great Confucianist!

This is a world that respects talent and strength, and Lin Yi is entitled to their respect.

"The emperor looks serious, let his mother..." Lin Yunhong felt relieved, looking forward to what Lin Yi would say for Miss Ningxiang.

Miss Ningxiang had a miserable life experience. She was originally from a family of operas in the northern border, but she was killed by a demon.

Originally the queen wanted to take her by her side, but she stubbornly wanted to fulfill her father's behest and pass on the Kun family's tradition.

At that time, the Jiaofang Division of the Imperial City had been closed, so she was placed in the Red Sleeve Square as a clean-up lady.

And she did not disappoint, step by step to today, becoming a famous actor in the capital.

But an actor is an actor after all...

"I wonder what the emperor's nephew will say?" Teng Wang looked expectant.

Lin Yunhong smiled slightly.

for a long time.

Lin Yi wrote and dried the ink on it, with some doubts in his heart, "No talent? Could it be that the poems of the ancient sages cannot arouse the talents of heaven and earth?"

"That's right. Although the lyrics are good, they are only modern ancient songs after all. It is difficult to compare with the poems of sages and sages. They have no foundation."

Lin Yi stood up and handed the lyrics of "Red Ling" to Ningxiang girl, "Miss Ningxiang, I'm not talented, I don't know much about rhythm, do you think this word is suitable?"

"Thank you Mr. Lin!"

Miss Ningxiang bowed and saluted, and then she turned her attention to the paper, and murmured, "When the play breaks, the sleeves rise and fall..."

hum!

Miss Ningxiang just saw these words, her delicate body trembled suddenly, she stared at Lin Yi with her beautiful eyes, her long eyelashes trembling.

It seems to be hanging a little mist.

"Singing joys and sorrows, singing parting and parting, has nothing to do with me..."

At this moment, Miss Ningxiang was already humming softly, her voice choked with a little hoarseness.

Yes!

She has found this feeling, and this word is the artistic conception she wants to express this song.

Back then, the county was captured, families were destroyed, and wars raged...

"Love in the play, people outside the play... So what if the clichés are sung through, the bones and ashes are all mine."

"Duckweed in troubled times bears watching the flames of flames burning mountains and rivers, and dares not forget to worry about the country in a humble position, even if no one knows me."

Miss Ningxiang was already in tears, and the tears slid down her fair face, dripping, dripping, wetting the paper.

She looked up at Lin Yi, as if this person was the person who understood her best in the world.

Make friends with piano.

A friend is hard to find.

A poem by Lin Yi vibrates her heartstrings.

Lin Yi looked at Ningxiang girl softly, and said, "From your piano sound, what I hear is not only the melodious piano sound, but also the artistic conception it carries."

"I think this poem should suit you!"

"Who knows that opera singers are ruthless? Opera singers also have a heart of worrying about the country... Growing up in a dusty place, they know how bitter and cold they are. I hope Miss Ningxiang will like this poem!"

Ningxiang girl burst into tears, choked up and sobbed.

The maid next to her stepped forward to comfort her and comforted her softly.

"What happened?"

"What kind of words did Lin Jieyuan write? Why is Miss Ningxiang crying so hard?"

The literati and scholars inside and outside Yueyang Tower were amazed.

The holy son Li Xiyang sneered, "Woman, if you encounter some words of sympathy for her, you will pretend to be soft."

"What the Holy Son said is absolutely true!"

"It's better to let other qin masters play a few songs to add to the fun and arouse their talents, maybe it will make our writing and thinking spring!"

Qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting are all one of the arts, and they are also the four arts of a gentleman. It is not difficult to arouse talent.

Lin Yi looked at Li Xiyang with a bit of coldness in his eyes.

"Miss Ningxiang, if possible, can you change a few places when playing and singing later?"

Lin Yi looked at Ningxiang girl, the lyrics and music perfectly match the artistic conception, it is an excellent song.

"Mr. Lin knows the rhythm?"

"I don't understand, but...can sing a little bit." Lin Yi moved closer to Miss Ningxiang, and softly sang a few key points in her ear.

Ningxiang's face was flushed and her delicate body was tense, but Lin Yi's singing sounded in her ears.

Her eyes were filled with disbelief.

Mr. Lin knows opera?

What kind of tone is this... really beautiful!

'It smells so good. '

After Lin Yi demonstrated, he kept a certain distance from Ningxiang girl, and her scent still lingered on the tip of his nose.

"I'll leave it to you, Miss Ningxiang, I hope you will be amazed at this essay meeting..."

Lin Yi walked down Yueyang Tower with a smile.

The figure quickly disappeared in the crowd.

Miss Ningxiang bowed in the direction of Lin Yi's departure, with a thousand gratitude hidden in her heart, and sat down again to play the piano.

ding~

Playing and singing...

"When the play breaks, the water sleeves go up and down, singing joys and sorrows, it's none of my business.

Fans open and close, gongs and drums ring and remain silent.

The love in the play, the outsider, who can tell.

I am used to blending joy, anger, sorrow and joy into ink and ink.

It doesn't matter if the cliché is worn through, the bones and ashes pick me up.

In troubled times, duckweed can't bear to watch the flames burn mountains and rivers.

I am humble and dare not forget to worry about the country, even if no one knows me..."

Miss Ningxiang's singing resounded inside and outside Yueyang Tower, and the originally noisy literati fell silent.

After a brief pause, Miss Ningxiang's singing changed.

The tune of the Kun family, a family of operas, combined with the singing of the Kun tune demonstrated by Lin Yi just now, suddenly sounded

"The people in the audience walked by, but they didn't see the old color."

"The people on the stage sang, the heartbreaking farewell song."

"The word love is hard to be lonely, she must sing with blood."

"The curtain starts, the curtain falls, who is the guest..."

"After you sing, I will appear on stage."

"Don't Chaofeng play on the moon, don't laugh at people's absurdity."

"I also asked Qinghuang, and I also sang about the rise and fall."

"The Tao is ruthless, but the Tao is sentimental, how can you think about it?"

Ningxiang girl's singing gradually weakened, tears wet the veil and strings, "Tao is ruthless, Tao is sentimental, how can you think..."

At the end of the song, people are quiet, and the lingering sound lingers around the beam.

All the literati felt a sense of numbness spread throughout their bodies, staring blankly at Ningxiang girl in Hongxiufang.

During the dinner.

Those oiran ladies serving tea and pouring water even burst into tears and cried loudly at their desks.

Actors also have family and country feelings, and they also devote their efforts to the country and the people. Actors also have a sonorous posture.

call out!

The holy son Li Xiyang stood up abruptly, staring at Ningxiang girl with blazing eyes, dripping water from his gloomy face.

His words ridicule Ningxiang's identity as an actor, but Lin Yi's words express the feelings of an actor.

It just so happens that this feeling...he doesn't have it!

Dayan Emperor Lin Yunhong's eyes flickered, and he repeatedly chewed on the sentence, "I am humble and dare not forget to worry about the country, even if no one knows me..."

At this moment, he seemed to return to the northern border. In that battle, Dayan soldiers and many unknown and humble people.

Although the monsters who followed Dayan soldiers to resist the invasion were not on the front line, they were their most trustworthy backing.

Mo Chaofeng plays on the moon, Mo laughs at people's absurdity.

I also asked Qinghuang, and I also sang about the rise and fall.

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The lyrics are from "Red Ling", everyone who is interested can listen to it.