Little Detective of the Tang Dynasty: What to do if you are beheaded at the beginning?

Chapter 19

Song Zhen smiled and nodded, he sat down and put the pipa on his right shoulder.

He is left-handed and is used to playing with his left hand.

Miss Xia He was slightly surprised. This young man's posture of holding the pipa seems to be a little special?

Others hold it horizontally, but he holds it vertically?

More and more people come to watch, and the place is almost full.

Everyone comes to watch the man's performance.

Although there are male performers in this era, they are extremely rare.

In the inherent thinking of ancient people, men should make achievements and pass the imperial examinations.

Small things such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially piano, should be left to women to learn.

Although there are many men who can play the piano in the long river of history, there are really few who can play and play at the same time.

I just don't know if Song Zhen can play it.

If Song Zhen hears these doubts, he will definitely refute them.

"Nonsense! I'm very good at oral sex!"

The sound of the pipa sounded, which was different from the sadness of the erhu just now. The pipa sounded a little light.

The feeling it brought to people was also different.

If playing the erhu reminds people of sad past events, then playing the pipa will remind people of the happy past.

Miss Xia He was surprised again. He actually played it with his hands? Why not use a plectrum?

Wouldn't his fingers hurt?

What is a plectrum? The poem "Pipa Xing" wrote: "Put the plectrum in the string after pondering."

People in the Tang Dynasty basically used plectrums to sweep the strings. When not in use, they would insert it between the strings and the panel for storage.

Song Zhen was just not used to using a plectrum, and he didn't feel that touch. But it was his unique playing method that actually received applause from everyone.

"I didn't expect that little friend Song was so talented. The same song played with different instruments would actually bring different listening experiences." Yan Liben couldn't help but close his eyes and shake his legs when he heard it.

He is also an artist. He admires Song Zhen's talent and wants to promote him.

"How about? Recommend Song Xiaoyou to the Jiaofang?"

The Jiaofangsi of the Tang Dynasty was a serious royal art training academy, mainly teaching palace maids to learn some palace songs, dances and musical instruments, and used them to entertain guests on weekdays.

The Jiaofangsi began to become unserious during the Ming Dynasty.

......

The song was not over yet, as if in a dream.

The audience burst into warm applause again.

The Tang Dynasty was very inclusive, even modern music from 1,400 years later could shine here.

Song Zhen did not choose to sing the lyrics, he was worried that people of this era would not understand the postmodern Mandarin pronunciation.

He was a soul that traveled through time, that is, he inherited the basic attributes of the original body, naturally including language.

He can translate in real time, but it will be a little less flavorful when sung.

A white hand rested on Song Zhen's shoulder, pulling him back from his thoughts.

"Young Master, how was my dance?" Miss Chunhua asked shyly.

"Uh..." Can I say I didn't watch it?

He didn't want to disappoint Miss Chunhua, so he gave her a thumbs up and praised: "Great!"

"Anu should have thought of it earlier." Miss Chunhua looked down at Song Zhen's slender fingers, "Young Master can play a musical instrument."

Song Zhen looked at her in confusion, why did this woman blush again? Could it be that women of this era all have a yin deficiency and internal heat constitution?

Blushing at every turn?

The guests who heard the sound from other buildings dispersed one after another, but the musicians did not leave, and the beauties surrounded Song Zhen.

"Young Master, can you teach me to play this song?"

"Yes, but I have a condition."

"No matter what the condition is, I can agree to it."

"..." What about the difference between men and women in ancient times? Why are one or two women so proactive?

The musicians blushed, their phoenix eyes unconsciously glanced at Song Zhen.

In this era, there are many men who write poems and essays, and they are mixed. Those who have read a little can come out to show off and talk about it.

However, there are only a few men who are good at playing musical instruments.

Most of the street girls can't read, and they only think that writing is advanced, but they can't understand it.

Music is different. You can tell whether it is pleasant to the ear by listening to it.

What's more, this song has never been heard before, so it must be composed by the handsome young man in front of him.

There is a world of difference between being able to compose music and being able to play music.

Unknowingly, Song Zhen's talent has made many female girls in Huichunfang fall in love with him.

As the saying goes, "One song breaks my heart, and I can't find it anywhere in the world."

How happy it is to find a lover with similar interests and hobbies?

When I thought about the opportunity to have a chance to have a harmonious relationship with this talented and handsome young man, I was so excited.They were full of imagination and couldn't sleep all night.

But, with so many sisters, when will it be my turn?

Song Zhen didn't say anything, but so many people imagined him.

......

Yan Liben on the third floor looked at the stage with envy, and sighed sincerely: "Song Xiaoyou is really a god. He just showed his skills and made so many women fall in love with him."

"It's really amazing." Wang Yifang, who had a paralyzed face, rarely praised someone.

Di Renjie frowned secretly. When he took over the case, he investigated Song Zhen and found that he was just an undocumented vagrant.

Song Zhen, who claimed to be from Fenzhou, was a poor boy. He lost contact with his parents because of robbers in his early years and wandered all the way to Bianzhou.

"Could it be that there are really geniuses in this world?" Di Renjie was more and more shocked the more he thought about it.

Look at himself, he can't write poems or play musical instruments, Song Zhen is just the kid next door.

With his imagination, he could never imagine that the original Song Zhen was dead. This was Song Zhen from 1,400 years later.

After the song ended, Song Zhen returned to the third floor and continued to drink and chat with Yan Liben and the other two.

Yan Liben may have been drunk. He said loudly with a red face: "Song Xiaoyou, your music style reminds me of someone."

"Who?"

"My student, the ninth daughter of the Cui family. Her painting style is the same as your music style. I always feel that it is a bit out of tune with this era."

"?" Song Zhen asked curiously, "Minister Yan, what do you mean?"

"Hahaha, my student doesn't like to paint with a brush. Instead, she scribbles on paper with a piece of charcoal all day long."

Yan Liben took out a piece of paper from his arms and showed it to everyone: "Look, this is my student's humble work."

Wang Yifang glanced at it and commented: "Although it is realistic, it always feels that it lacks the beauty of artistic conception."

Di Renjie agreed deeply: "Yes, I think painting should use euphemistic and implicit expression methods to create the artistic conception of the picture. She... is indeed a bit innovative."

Yan Liben seemed to be complaining, but he was actually showing off. After all, his student created a new style of painting. As a teacher, he should be remembered in history.

Song Zhen just took a look and was stunned.

Isn't this just a postmodern sketch? How could anyone use this technique in the Tang Dynasty?

Could it be that? The other party, like me, traveled back from the future?

He couldn't help but think of his girlfriend in his previous life, who was an art student like him.

However, she was in CAFA and he was in CAAC.

CAFA? Academy of Fine Arts!

Could it really be her?

"May I ask Minister Yan, what is the name of your student?"

"Cui Mengzhu."

Song Zhen shook his head in disappointment. According to the many time-travel novels he had read.

Usually, they traveled to someone with the same name as themselves, and he himself was one.

Obviously, the ex-girlfriend was not called Cui Mengzhu.