Yang Yuhuan smiled, turned around and played with the tribute peaches on the table, and said, "I think the third sister read Xue Bai's story, and she thinks about it every day and dreams about it at night?"

"I guess so."

"Speaking of Xue Bai, he has recently composed several lyrics for Princess Yuzhen's master and apprentice, all with new rhythms and tunes."

"Yeah?"

"We have been studying for a long time, but we have not been able to sing a complete song. Why don't Third Sister recruit him to ask?"

Yang Yuyao stretched out her white and tender arms, picked up the Taoist robe that fell on the ground, and asked: "Me? Should I recruit him?"

"The saint is busy practicing Taoism, why don't I summon foreign ministers in the name of your concubine?"

"Then... Mingzhu, go to Yuhua Temple and invite Xue Bai."

Behind the screen, Mingzhu seemed a little flustered and froze for a moment, then Wanfu said: "Yes."

"Princess Yuzhen's master and apprentice were at my banquet and said that he was not in Yuhua Temple today."

"I don't know where he went. Maybe he met the kings somewhere?" Yang Yuyao said, "I'll ask someone to find him. You go back to the banquet and wait for a while. I'll be here soon."

"Okay." Yang Yuhuan smiled and said, "Third sister also knows that I like music. These new words can keep me entertained for a long time."

~~

Poetry has always been inseparable from music. Many Yuefu poems are originally songs, and poems in the prosperous Tang Dynasty are also songs. Five-character and seven-character poems often have fixed tunes.

There will also be new tunes, because saints and noble concubines like them very much. In recent years, there are often new religious music. The literati wrote lyrics according to this tune, which is the meaning of the three words "Cipai name".

Others just wrote lyrics according to the tune, but Xue Bai composed several new songs casually.

Laymen may not take it seriously, but for people who love songs, it is nothing less than a feast.

At the banquet, Li Jilan carefully pushed the cup away from his eyes, spread out the colored paper, and wrote down the words and sentences that suddenly came to his mind.

After listening to the famous singer Xue Bai's new lyrics, she already had many ideas, like she had discovered a treasure and wanted to take this and that.

She thought to herself, no wonder Xue Lang said that the operas he wrote were a bit too neat. Only by listening to these varied lyrics can he write operas as full of fragrance as "Farewell at the Long Pavilion"...

"Ji Lanzi, you said that Xue Lang handed these lyrics to you casually?" Xie Aman suddenly came over and asked, "Did you really not explain the others?"

Li Jilan heard this question again, nodded and said: "Yes, Mr. Xue is unparalleled in talent, and words like this are just normal."

"How to sing it?" Xie Aman was a little distressed, and murmured: "Among the several songs, "Huanxisha" is the simplest. It has 42 characters in both regular and double tunes. It is only slightly different from the Jiaofang song, but the others are not.

Each song is more difficult than the last."

Xu Hezi also came over to discuss it and said: ""Die Lian Hua" is still simple."

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and opened his mouth to try singing again.

"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy."

Although she only sang these few lines, the heavenly voice reached her ears. Li Jilan felt pimples on her arms. She thought to herself, what would it be like if Xu Hezi sang a whole play?

This is the imperial concubine’s banquet, where you can hear famous artists singing new songs at any time.

"Has Yongxin found the feeling?"

Following this oriole-like voice, Yang Yuhuan turned back to the banquet and said: "It may take a long time for the lyricist to come, but we can try to sing it again."

"You can try it."

Xue Qiongqiong then sat down in front of the guzheng, raised her hands lightly, and plucked the strings. She was the number one guzheng player in the palace, and she played the guzheng extremely well.

The music started and Xu Hezi spoke again.

Xie Aman held up her skirt, rushed into the hall with small steps, and started dancing lightly.

"In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, I am speechless. Who will be silent?"

Li Tengkong looked at this scene and was stunned again.

She had actually heard these words a few days ago, and used her Taoist cultivation to suppress her emotions, but now when she saw their performance, she had a different feeling.

I also had a lot of weird ideas that I shouldn’t have.

"Even these beautiful women like his words? But who did he write them for?"

"Ting Kongzi, you are a Taoist, how can you have such vain thoughts?"

"Just watch them singing, playing and dancing. In fact, it's the lyrics he wrote for you, Xiaoxian. Aren't you happy?"

"A demonic obstacle has arisen in your heart. Take advantage of it and quickly slay it with your sword of wisdom. Your Taoism will be improved to another level..."

"Zheng!"

The sound of the zheng suddenly rose to a high pitch and turned soft again; Xie Aman waved his long sleeves and his body became softer; when Xu Hezi sang the last line, tears actually fell from his eyes.

"The belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty."

Li Tengkong's heart trembled when he heard this, as if he had been struck by a demon.

…

Suddenly, with a burst of applause, someone walked over.

"Yongxin sings well." Li Longjilang walked into the hall with a smile, "One who sings and sighs three times will leave a lasting sound."

"I have seen the saint."

"There is no need to be polite. There is always music first, then lyrics. Xue Bai writes lyrics, but he always asks someone to compose the music for him. It's a big deal!"

Li Longji pretended to curse, then sat down on the stool coolly and asked for a pipa.

"But there are a few things you sang wrong, let me tell you."

This behavior does not look like a majestic king of a country, but it shows the style of a famous music master.

"I come to dance."

Yang Yuhuan immediately walked into the hall, her skirt fluttering, like a fairy descending to earth.

At some point, Yang Yuyao also arrived and sat down next to her eldest sister.

She raised her head and looked outside the hall. In the distance, Mingzhu was leading Xue Bai.

He also tidied up again and looked like a harmless young man again.

~~

"The poet is here. The imperial concubine told me that Xue Lang can come in directly."

"Thank you."

Xue Bai walked into the hall and heard Li Longji's old voice singing the song "Die Lian Hua". He sang really well.

He didn't understand music, so he couldn't help but think about what words of praise he should use.

The next moment, his eyes narrowed.

There was a woman dancing in the hall.

She danced not fast, but very lightly, as light as if her toes had stepped on the tip of his heart.

He clearly didn’t know how to dance, but he couldn’t help but get into the scene of her dancing... What she danced was supposed to be butterflies and flowers. When she moved, her colorful sleeves swayed as if they were about to fly. When she was still, her waist was swaying like flowers in the wind.

.

Suddenly, she turned around.

A beautiful pink face, two bays of autumn water, a little red lips, and an expression with lingering affection and sadness, which is touching.

Looking at each other, Xue Bai was inexplicably shocked.

As soon as the music stopped, he realized that it was Yang Yuhuan's emotions in the lyrics of the dance.

It's just that this word is indeed too short.

It makes people want to write long tunes and Sanqu...

Yang Yuhuan smiled and returned to the upper position with her skirt in hand.

"Ha ha."

Li Longji put down the pipa in his hand, saw Xue Bai, and said with a smile: "The lyricist is here, do you think my singing is right?"

He asked if he was right, but it was actually quite difficult to answer. No matter how he said it, it was like being in front of a saint.

Xue Bai simply didn't rack his brains to compliment him and responded truthfully: "I just pieced together this word randomly. I never thought I could actually sing it."

Li Longji was angry and laughed when he heard this, and cursed: "At such a young age, he has extraordinary skills in flattering people and is very slippery."

Even if he scolded him, it could be seen that this sentence still made him extremely happy.

…

Yang Yuhuan just sat down over there. Hearing this exchange and seeing Xue Bai's slow reaction, he couldn't help but smile.

She was prone to sweating, and after just a small dance, there were already fine beads of sweat on her neck, which was quite annoying.

Zhang Yunrong wiped her sweat and immediately served the cut peach pulp.

Yang Yuhuan tasted a few pieces and found them delicious.
To be continued...