Chapter 544: Ling Bo is no more than Hengtang Road.

After the prince said this, he took up the pen and wrote a poem on the paper, and the prince wrote it softly, and everyone applauded after listening to it.

And at this time, Hua Lang and Wen Meng just came, and after Hua Lang listened to the words of the prince Duan Suxing, he also felt good, but there was still some distance from the lyrics.

After the crown prince Duan Suxing wrote a poem, other scholars and talents used what they had learned in their lives to write a good love poem.

Everyone behaved, which made the prince Duan Suxing very excited, he is usually a person who loves poetry, and now that someone is writing lyrics on the spot, he can't miss it.

Among these people, some people write lyrics that show a kind of beauty of love, some are purely glamorous, and they are the kind of explicit erotic words, and some express the bitterness of love, and so on, and so on, and it can indeed be regarded as a grand event.

Everyone was so excited, about an hour later, the prince Duan Suxing had collected seven or eight good lyrics, he carefully tasted those words, immediately composed the music, and then let Miss Huiqiong sing it, Miss Huiqiong is also a talented woman, and she is even more handy in this matter, so even if she sings for the first time, she can also express the meaning of the words, and everyone is fascinated by it, and even forgot to applaud for a while.

After chanting like this, there are not many people in the pavilion who can compose lyrics, after all, lyrics are about inspiration, not as many as there are.

No one wrote the lyrics, and the scene suddenly fell a lot silent, but Duan Suxing seemed to be still immersed in the excitement just now, so he got up and looked at everyone and asked, "But there are still people who can write good words?" ”

Although there were people shouting around, but no one could stand up, Wen Meng pulled Hualang's sleeve and asked, "You go up to be the leader?" ”

Hua Lang smiled: "On this occasion, why rob others of their glory, if I go up, I will only provoke their annoyance." ”

This is a bit conceited, but Wen Meng just likes to hear such words, because if someone else says this, it is really conceited, but Hua Lang said, but no one will think that he is conceited.

But even if Hua Lang didn't want to join in the fun, the crown prince Duan Suxing couldn't let him go, because after Duan Suxing said those words, he suddenly saw Hua Lang in the crowd, and after Duan Suxing saw Hua Lang, he immediately shouted: "Dude, such a grand event today, let's make a love song!" ”

Hua Lang wanted to shirk it, but as soon as Duan Suxing finished saying this, the scholars outside the pavilion pushed Hua Lang up, Hua Lang had no choice but to pick up the pen and write on the paper, and when he finished writing, Duan Suxing suddenly stayed there, as if he couldn't even read it.

After a long time, Duan Suxing groaned:

Lingbo is no more than Hengtang Road. But the eyes are gone, and the dust is gone. Jin Sehua who and degree. Yueqiao Flower Courtyard, Zhuhu Window. Only the spring knows the place.

Flying clouds are rising in the twilight. The new question of the colored pen breaks the intestines. If you ask about leisure, it's a little bit. A Sichuan tobacco, full of wind and flocculents. Plum yellow when it rains.

After the prince Duan Suxing finished chanting, he broke the new sentence of the colored pen. If you ask about leisure, it's a little bit. A Sichuan tobacco, full of wind and flocculents. Plum yellow when it rains. These words were chanted several times, and after several times, they stopped, and at this time, there was a deep silence around the entire pavilion, because they were amazed by this poem by Hua Lang.

This poem is written by He Zhu, fictional love, the actual situation is to express his own Huai Cai did not meet, but Hua Lang Yin, but there is no sense of Huai Cai not encountered, after all, the artistic conception of the word should be compared with the identity environment of the lyricist, He Zhu Huai Cai did not meet, everyone Yin naturally felt that this was a song Huai Cai did not meet, but Hua Lang did not have these circumstances, so he chanted to be all love.

The pursuit of beautiful feelings, and the melancholy that is unattainable.

In terms of love, everyone has the pursuit of beautiful love, and they will also have the melancholy that cannot be pursued, so reading can make people have a deep experience.

Even if there are really people who have not encountered the pursuit of uncertainty, but after reading this poem, they can still feel the melancholy of the pursuit of not being able to pursue.

Good words have this kind of charm.

As soon as Hualang's song came out, no one dared to come forward to do it again, and the prince Duan Suxing liked it very much, even when he was composing, he changed it several times, until he felt that it was about the same, and then asked Huiqiong to sing it.

When Miss Huiqiong sings, her voice is very beautiful, and she can faintly make people hear the yearning for beautiful love, and sing to the new inscription of the colored pen. If you ask about leisure, it's a little bit. A Sichuan tobacco, full of wind and flocculents. Plum yellow when it rains. It showed a kind of helplessness again.

Such a lively scene, everyone dispersed at noon, those scholars who came with the prince Duan Suxing because of the reason that Hualang stole their limelight, they all said goodbye to the prince Duan Suxing, and the prince Duan Suxing didn't care about their farewell, he came to the flower lang and said with a smile: "The dandy's poem is really good, even if you don't look at its artistic conception, only the last few amazing words are enough to pass on." ”

Hua Lang didn't want to discuss more words, so he smiled: "It's already noon, shall we go to dinner?" ”

Prince Duan Suxing nodded: "Of course, of course, let's go." ”

A lot of people poured into Giethoorn Village, Hua Lang and Prince Duan Suxing naturally followed, the shops on both sides of Giethoorn Street were very prosperous, they found an inn to sit down, and then asked the shopkeeper to bring all the delicious food in the store.

The inn was a bit noisy, and Prince Duan Suxing didn't seem to like eating in this kind of place very much, but they didn't care about Hualang, and they thought it was interesting to eat in such a lively place, because they could hear things that they couldn't usually hear.

At this time, at a table near Hualang's table, there were several scholars sitting like people, one of the scholars looked upright, with a steady expression, he took a peanut and put it in his mouth to chew, and then took out the wine on the table and drank it all, and then took out a geographical chronicle to see, at this time, the person sitting next to him asked: "Brother Xu Yun, you are the most knowledgeable among our people, do you say that the legend of Butterfly Spring really exists in history?" Then Aunt Wen and Xia Lang really threw themselves into the Butterfly Spring, and then turned into butterflies and flew out? ”

The scholar known as Xu Yun put down the geographical chronicle in his hand, picked up a glass of wine and said: "Wengu and Xia Lang are extremely likely to exist, but this legend does not seem to be true, it may have been processed by later generations to become like this, you and I are both scholars, how can we believe the butterfly thing!" ”

The scholar who asked about this matter drank all the wine in the cup and said, "Brother Xu Yun is right, what he said is right, come on, let's have another drink." ”