I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

As the chief executive of the brothel, Liu Jingzhuang, who has left a beautiful sentence for Linglonglou, seems to be the owner of Linglonglou. From the moment you step into Linglong Building, you will receive the highest standard of reception. But all the famous girls apologized to the guests and came to salute in front of Liu Jingzhuang. If Liu Jingzhuang told them to stay for a while, they would naturally not go back. If Liu Jingzhuang didn't say anything, they could only leave a brocade handkerchief and leave sadly.

According to the rules of the brothel, if you find the young man in the brothel and say that you want to return the brocade handkerchief, it means that the two of you will start giving and receiving privately.

The worldly mind is just between one gift and one return.

But the strange thing is, those guests didn't care, and also bowed towards Liu Jingzhuang to signal.

"I've seen Ci Sheng!"

"Meet Liu Daru!"

"I met Mr. Liu Qi!"

"Meet Willow Dage!"

There are various names for greeting Liu Jingzhuang.

This is no brothel shopping, it feels like an inspection!

Brothel Confucianism, so terrifying!

Chen Luo was obviously handsome, but at this moment he was completely covered by Liu Jingzhuang's light, following behind him, completely unobtrusive.

...

"It's broken, my dad is here!"

Liu Mengrui, who was leaning against the window on the second floor and eating pastry, choked and hurried into the room. Cheng Diefei, who was making sweet wine, was startled, shook his hands, and poured more koji, and instantly the whole room was filled with the aroma of wine.

"What should I do? Are you here to arrest us?" Cheng Diefei looked terrified.

Liu Mengrui patted her chest, swallowed the cake she was choking on, and then waved her hand: "No, he came to play by himself. Let's not go near the window, and slip out through the back door after listening to the music. Don't worry, you'll be fine."

Cheng Diefei looked at Liu Mengrui anxiously, but he had no other choice. He could only nod his head, but he was not in the mood to continue making sweet wine. He could only take out the "Great Elector" from his sleeve and read it again. .

...

"Liu Cisheng, Liu Cisheng..." The maid led Liu Jingzhuang and Chen Luo into the private room on the second floor, and a madam in gold and silver hurried over, "Liu Cisheng, help me!"

Seeing the madam, Liu Jingzhuang was about to introduce Chen Luo to her, but when he heard the words of "help" from the madam, he frowned slightly: "Miss Han San, what is so serious?" After saying that, he said to Chen Luo, "Xian Brother, this is Miss Han San, the proprietor of Linglong Building. San Niang, this is my younger brother Chen Xian."

Han Sanniang glanced at Chen Luo, saw that he was a young man in his twenties, and he was just a son of a prince, so he gave a casual blessing, and then said to Liu Jingzhuang: "Hey, speaking of it, today is my Linglonglou's great joy." A few days ago, Master Luo's new work "Flying Bird Song" was completed, and I, Linglong House, won the bid in the auction of all brothels in Beijing, and invited everyone Luo to come to my Linglong House to sing for the first time..."

"You godmother!" Liu Jingzhuang pointed at Han Sanniang and scolded with a smile, "You didn't even tell me about such a good thing!"

Immediately, Liu Jingzhuang turned his head and explained to Chen Luo: "This Luo family, named Luo Huanu, was born of an affair between a musician and a qin master in the palace. He is born with a sense of music, sounds like a yellow warbler, dances like a flying swallow, plays and sings He is good at everything. When he was fourteen years old, he wrote "Luo Hua Qu" and entered Confucianism as a song. Now it has only been ten years since he has become a master of music, so he is called Master Luo."

Chen Luo's heart skipped a beat: "Genius music girl?"

In the previous life, Chen Luo's grandmother was an actress of the Kunqu Opera Troupe in the county, and she was also the most popular Tsing Yi Zhengdan. So for those who can sing, Chen Luo feels kindness for no reason.

"Oh, my ci sage..." Han Sanniang saw Liu Jingzhuang and Chen Luo chatting enthusiastically, and interrupted Liu Jingzhuang half coquettishly and half angrily, "Listen to the old woman and finish her sentence."

"Okay, okay!" Liu Jingzhuang has always had no airs of great Confucianism, and nodded quickly, "This is obviously a good thing, why do we have to save lives? Tell me..."

Han Sanniang sighed heavily: "People from Fuci Society are here too..."

Liu Jingzhuang was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he helped his forehead helplessly: "This is really difficult."

Han Sanniang showed a begging look on her face: "Your old man is a master of Ci and has high morals. If there is any disagreement later, I hope you can make a difference. If everyone Luo has a problem with the first singing this time, I, Linglonglou Its reputation is that the wind blows the autumn leaves—all clean!"

"This... the old man should do his best." Liu Jingzhuang smiled wryly.

Seeing this, Han Sanniang knew that this was the limit of Liu Jingzhuang's promise, and she was blessed again, so she slowly exited the private room.

At this time, Chen Luo asked with a foxy face: "Liu Dage, what kind of organization is Fuci Society? Why do you and Mrs. Han San look like you are facing an enemy?"

Liu Jingzhuang poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and then sighed: "It's a long story..."

...

"Brother Qian, Luo Ni's new work "Flying Bird Song" today, we must refute it, I hope Brother Qian will not be sympathetic by then!"

"Brother Tang, am I, Qian Erkang, the kind of impatient person? No matter how stunning Luo Hongnu is, how can I, Qian Erkang, be merciful in the face of the big right and wrong in the lyrics and music?"

"Brother Erkang said exactly what he said. The style of writing is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient. We respect poetry and Ci, and we are the right way. How can rural folk songs be worthy of being in the hall of elegance! Luo Ni must be taken down!"

"Okay, after today's World War I, Linglong Tower can't stay anymore. I can transfer to Chuanshang Tower later, and I, Zhao Yougan, will pay for the expenses!"

"Brother Zhao Wen is proud, come, come, drink this cup full!"

...

In the private room on the second floor.

"The difference between lyrics and music?" Chen Luo was puzzled.

Liu Jingzhuang nodded and explained: "My dear brother, listen to me in detail. The style of poetry in the previous dynasty was at its peak, and in this dynasty, the style of Ci has risen again. The so-called Ci is a different form of poetry, also known as Quci. There are Cipai in Ci, but the tone of Ci. Different Cipai have regulations on the total number of sentences, the number of sentences, the number of words in each sentence, and the level, and they need to be combined with Cipai."

"So, writing lyrics is also called writing lyrics according to rhyme!"

"However, Qupai is different. Although there are Qupai in Qupai, they can be used as lining words. Cipai sets the number of words for each sentence, but Qupai can add or subtract words at will according to the author's wishes. There is no doubt that there is a lot of freedom."

"Secondly, words and songs use different rhymes. Songs can be rhymed flat or rhymed repeatedly, but neither word can be used."

"Finally, most of the words use elegant words, while the music can be used in common language. For example, you and me, this side, that side..."

"Because both of them are songs, there is a distinction between lyrics and music in the literary world, which is actually a dispute between elegance and vulgarity."

"The Fu Ci Society is a staunch supporter of elegant Ci, and regards vulgar music as heresy. That's why Mrs. Han San has such a headache."

"Can't we just drive them away?" Chen Luo asked.

Liu Jingzhuang shook his head slightly: "This is a dispute in the literary world, why would it be violent? Wouldn't it be true!"

"What about you?" Chen Luo continued to ask, "Is Liu Dage on the Ci party or the Qu party?"

Liu Jingzhuang was slightly taken aback, smiled lightly, and said: "Twenty years ago, I would have been the backbone of the Fuci Society. But today, I am more inclined towards Qu."

"After all, words can express emotion and describe scenery, but they can't remember events. Music can do all three."

"The tone of the words should be sad rather than joyful, and the tone should be solemn but not harmonious, but the tune can be both."

"In the final analysis, the lyrics and music are not feuds, but brothers. But breaking the blood for the dispute between elegance and vulgarity is not in line with the old man's wishes."

Chen Luo nodded slightly. Hearing what Liu Jingzhuang said, it was similar to Song Ci and Yuan Qu.

But the distinction between lyrics and music is equal to the dispute between elegance and vulgarity?

Who says music is not elegant!

"Withered vines, old trees, dark crows, small bridges and flowing water..." Tianya wrote a song of autumn thoughts!

"The peaks and mountains are gathered together, the waves are like angry waves, and the Tongguan Road inside and outside the mountains and rivers..." This song is full of nostalgia and deep meaning.

and many more!

Chen Luo was shocked. In this world, all the songs seemed to be still in the stage of vulgar songs.

There are very few Sanqus with real artistic achievements.

"This wave..."

Chen Luo was thinking about the electric shock, the drums outside the private room were beating lightly, Luo Hongnu was about to appear on stage...