Chapter 66 The lingering sound

After Lan Cao finished singing, the hall was silent for a while. As for Lan Cao, who finished singing four poems, his eyes were even more colorful.

If the first poem was like an exquisite appetizer, which did not feel particularly surprising after eating and lacked some expectations, then Qin Chuan followed one after another, single-handedly pushing the atmosphere of the poetry meeting to a climax.

Lan Cao, who sang four poems in a row, seemed more like he had personally participated in such an important event.

"The pine wind blows the belt off...the fisherman's song goes deep into the pond", she couldn't help but move closer to Qinchuan, but she quickly stopped, clamped her legs, poetry rippled in her body, and she couldn't tell whether it was poetry or...

She bit her lip, silently chewing every word she just said, with endless aftertaste.

How could he do so well.

It's like a country boy who comes to a magnificent building and faces a group of wealthy children. He first shows off his talents and knowledge, making people look at him with admiration, and then laments that his talents are not appreciated.

Do you think he wants to be appreciated?

no.

He just showed off his talent.

Qin Chuan broke the silence in the hall. He picked up Qin and smiled slightly at Lan Cao: "Miss Lan Cao."

If the talent is not recognized, then the talent will not be recognized.

Lan Cao was still clutching the manuscript of Qin Chuan's last poem. Did he really not care about anything? How could he be like this?

There are poems like this. Thousands of years later, all the characters here will be reduced to loess. However, the four poems today are like eternal rivers, flowing forever.

A young man named Xu approached Lan Cao and the young Marquis and said to Lan Cao: "Miss Lan Cao, you should remember me. Mr. Xu Ge in the capital is my cousin, and my family has always

Cherish talents and teach us to make good friends with talented people. I have 800 acres of mulberry fields in the south of the city, which is suitable for a person like Brother Qin to live in seclusion. Can you please ask Brother Qin to talk to me privately about learning? I would like to ask him for advice on articles.

righteous……"

He hurriedly approached Lan Cao and whispered: "It doesn't matter how you write the title of the poem, but it must have my name. Ask him for a price, no matter how much I am. As long as this is done, Qin Xiandi will be

I am a distinguished guest of the Zhennan Marquis Mansion."

He just left!

I still feel that life shouldn’t be like this.

It is not unreasonable that meritorious deeds and good deeds are regarded as the three immortals and are sought after by scholars.

Things are going crazy!

Although she was wary of the young Marquis's power, the poem manuscript in her hand was more important than anything else at the moment.

Qin Chuan left in a hurry, of course, for a reason. Because in the process of writing poems and playing the piano just now, Guangling Qin inspired an unknown amount of literary spirit, some of which came from four poems, and more from Guangling Qin. Others in the hall watched

Out of sight, Qin Chuan could see clearly that a splendid and beautiful embroidery almost covered the entire city of Lingzhou.

If such a famous article had been written in advance, it would have been lost in the world long ago.

Of course, the profits are also theirs and no one can take them away.

For the privileged group of scholars and doctors, delicacies from mountains and seas, silks and satins are just ordinary things that they can enjoy at any time.

Huang Mingshi comforted Huang Meng before, suspecting that Qin Chuan's poems might be written by the old man behind him, but now Qin Chuan suddenly came up with four masterpieces, and each one was better than the last. The last two poems are even more masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.

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How could he wait until now to be born?

But in everyone's hearts, they still seemed to hear the whine of the Guangling Qin. Although Qin Chuan stopped, the sound of the Qin was like flowing water, washing in their hearts for a long time.

As the ancients said, the lingering sound lingers for three days without stopping.

That kind of transcendent artistic conception, the freedom and ease of not caring about anything, can't help but make people feel ashamed of themselves.

Qin Chuan left, taking Lan Cao's soul with him.

There are those who are rich and powerful, and their hearts are also filled with sorrow. But this year is young, and one day the hair will grow old. It is true that life will be rich and well-fed, but in the end, will anyone remember it?

"Well, so what?"

The two have a sympathetic heart for each other.

Wealth and honor are like floating clouds.

Lan Cao was extremely speechless.

That's nothing. The bright moon knows me, and the mountains, rivers, scenery, and things know me. No one needs to see his talent. The heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, rivers, and vegetation are all his bosom friends, so why do he need anyone to appreciate him?

Such talent will be appreciated and praised by God. The breeze in the mountains will sing to it, and the bright moon in the sky will be delighted by it.

…

Half an hour later, Qin Chuan's four poems spread throughout Lingzhou City at the speed of the wind.

They are not stupid. They can more or less guess what the young Marquis just said.

"Thank you for the piano."

In fact, she is not familiar with Qin Chuan either.

What's more, scholars are ashamed of speaking out. This kind of thing definitely needs a middleman to reconcile.

"Miss Lan Cao, these four poems don't have names yet."

You said you have nothing to do with Qin Chuan. Just now you looked like the tide was rising. Everyone has been here before. Who believes you?

In a world that worships ghosts and gods, death is not a fear, only being forgotten is the real death.

Float away.

The young Marquis admitted that he spoke a little too loudly to Qin Chuan before. But that was because he was born with a loud voice! If Qin Chuan had a prejudice against him because of this and did not add his name, he would feel aggrieved.

The words are plain, but the meaning is profound.

A scholar from a poor family began to cry faintly.

Others also reacted and approached Lan Cao. In short, they were beating around the bush, trying to divide the titles of the four poems into one.

…

The source lies with him and Guanglingqin.

The four poems this time include some with sophisticated structures, some lamenting the lack of talent, some broad-minded about life, and some elegant and unconventional, directly touching the soul.

With that said, Qin Chuan hugged Qin and left.

Why doesn't he stay?

Lan Cao's soul seemed to be being tortured!

Perhaps he would be happier than he is now when he dies under the forest and springs.

But who believes it?

I took away the piano, left the poem manuscript, and finally said goodbye to you alone.

At this time, the sound of Guangling Qin is like this, just like this.

The last water melody song was too high, too ethereal and too fairy.

The young Marquis looked at Qin Chuan's back, drifting away, and suddenly clapped his hands with the folding fan, very hard, but he didn't care about the pain.

Maybe there are filial descendants who can remember three generations, what about three generations later?

Qin Chuan wrote these four poems. Not to mention three generations, three hundred years, three thousand years, there will always be people who will remember them.

What they want is fame.

It's like the sage in the bamboo forest was talking to Qin Chuan after thousands of years.

Guangling's harp meets the bamboo forest and sings with a familiar voice, spanning the long river of time, as if the sage from the bamboo forest came here to meet Qinchuan.

I don't know if he was lamenting that his talents were not recognized and he was reduced to a helper.

Shameless!

It's simply a disgrace to the noble group.

The young Marquis wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

Lan Cao looked wary and said, "Little Marquis, we all watched this poem being made with our own eyes."

If such a famous article can be circulated in life, not to mention the Little Marquis, even the Marquis of Zhennan is nothing, it will be nothing more than a handful of loess.

You still said there was no adultery?

Since ancient times, everyone has known about talented people and beautiful women.

Although the young marquis had the highest status in the hall, there were several people with high status who saw the young marquis approaching Lan Cao and whispering.

Young Marquis: "Miss Lan Cao, please don't misunderstand me, but Qin Chuan just wrote the poem at my invitation, didn't he?"

"Yeah." Lan Cao was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

He must run away quickly, what if something unexpected changes again?

Take the Guangling Qin away first.

Fortunately, as he disembarked from the boat and left, the colorful aura in the sky did not last long, and was crazily sucked into Qin Chuan's body by the Zhuxie Pen.

However, the City God's Temple in Fucheng was filled with anger, and even the judges and ghost servants in the temple were trembling for fear of provoking the wrath of the City God.

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