Xue Zida also stood up and bowed, saying respectfully, "Zida also wishes to take Master Zhang as his teacher."
"Wang Jingnu is also willing to take Master Zhang as his master." Someone outside the door also said loudly.
Everyone was stunned and looked towards the door.
The door opened from the outside, and a woman in green walked in. She came before Zhang Shixun with great confidence, knelt down solemnly and bowed. "My name is Wang Jingnu, and I am also a sister of the leaders of the group. I just heard you play the zither next door. I was so impressed that I would like to become your disciple and listen to your teachings."
"Wang Jingnu, how did you break in?" Xu Poxi seemed to have a prejudice against her.
"Yes! He pushed the door open without even knocking. It's so rude." Xue Zixiao also echoed in the conversation. She also had a prejudice against Wang Jingnu.
Wang Jingnu said, "I was overjoyed to hear your elegant music and intruded upon your feast. I beg your forgiveness."
Zhang Shixun's head was as big as a bucket. He pressed his hand to his temple and sighed, "You are all famous actors in the capital, either the head of a troupe or the leader of a group. I am just a commoner. You don't care about me taking you as your master, but I still care... No! No!"
"Young Master, this is wrong!" Someone outside the door interrupted again. Before he finished speaking, someone came in. "The teacher is the one who is capable. Status has nothing to do with it."
Everyone looked towards the door and saw a middle-aged scholar appear at the door. He wore a flowered hat and a green Confucian robe, and his every move seemed elegant and refined.
When the women saw this, they hurriedly got up and greeted the middle-aged scholar.
Li Shishi went up to him and asked, "Master, why are you here?"
"Haha! I was drinking and writing poetry with someone next door, and I even asked Jingnu to play the qin and sing for us. Who knew that the music from your side would start, and immediately we were drawn into the beautiful music. After hearing it, Jingnu threw Jiqin aside and said that he dared not play the qin anymore. Compared with the person next door, he couldn't even catch up with him. It would be wiser to accept him as a teacher first."
The middle-aged scholar said, looking Zhang Shixun up and down, "I wonder who this young gentleman's teacher is. Jiqin plays so superbly, your master must be someone who is not unknown."
Zhang Shixun stood up and bowed to the middle-aged scholar, saying, "My master is my parents. They lived their entire lives in exile overseas, and were displaced. They both passed away a year ago." As he spoke, he lowered his head, thinking of his parents in another time and space.
The middle-aged scholar said apologetically, "Oh! I am sorry for being so presumptuous."
When the women stood up and saluted the man, Zhang Shixun had already guessed who that man was. The only person who could make them salute together was the Emperor Zhao Ji of the Song Dynasty.
Elegant manners and graceful demeanor are the most appropriate way to describe the person in front of me.
A person's temperament cannot be faked. His demeanor, eyes and movements all reveal his daily life and spiritual accumulation.
Zhao Ji was an artistic genius, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. His flower and bird paintings formed his own "court style".
His original "Slender Gold" calligraphy is unique and has a unique style. The strokes are thin and strong, but not without flesh.
Huizong was also very accomplished in music. He established the Dasheng Palace and formulated a new set of music laws - the Dasheng Law.
It is said that he himself has profound attainments in playing the guqin.
Zhang Shixun traveled to the Song Dynasty and had long wanted to see what he looked like.
So, as soon as he came in, Zhang Shixun secretly looked at him.
There is a legend among later generations that Zhao Ji's father, Song Shenzong, once went for a walk in the Secretariat and saw a portrait of Li Yu, who was suave, elegant and handsome, and he was deeply impressed.
That night, Song Shenzong dreamed that Li Houzhu came to visit him, and then Zhao Ji was born.
Of course, this story is purely a joke.
Perhaps because Li Houzhu and Song Huizong had too many similarities, people simply attributed Zhao Ji to be the reincarnation of Li Yu.
Li Houzhu is the emperor of poetry throughout the ages, and Zhao Ji is a master of both calligraphy and painting. In this respect, the two are similar.
However, no matter how high their artistic achievements are, they cannot change the eternal infamy of being "tyrants".
If we must excuse them, we can only blame them on the fact that they chose the wrong profession and entered the wrong industry. The profession of emperor is not suitable for them at all.
Zhang Shixun looked at Zhao Ji with pity. This was a poor guy who had a carefree first half of his life but a miserable second half.
Seeing Zhang Shixun in a daze, Zhao Ji thought he was intimidated by his majesty, so he smiled and said to Li Shishi, "Madam Shishi, please introduce this young man to me."
"My lord, this young man is the author of the song 'Spring River Moon Night'." Li Shishi introduced with a smile.
"Ms. Li, you are too kind. Although I have some talent in this area, I am not as good as you say. As for composing music, not all of it is my original work." Zhang Shixun said modestly.
Zhao Ji smiled and nodded. "Young man, you are so young and yet you are neither arrogant nor impetuous. This is truly rare. I have also heard your poem 'Spring River Moon Night'. It is truly a masterpiece. Listening to it is like drinking nectar and it brings endless reverie."
"Shame on me!" Zhang Shixun felt like he had no way to defend himself.
He had clearly stated that it was not his creation, but he still claimed the creative rights for it.
Although it is passive, it cannot escape the fact of piracy.
"Sir, please take a seat." Li Shishi pretended to give way to Zhao Ji while winking at Zhang Shixun.
Zhang Shixun quickly gave up the main seat, "Oh! Mr. Zhao, please take a seat."
"Haha! Okay, I didn't mean to disturb you all, but since I'm here, I might as well sit for a while. I have some questions I want to ask Brother Zhang." Zhao Ji was not polite at all and went straight to the main seat and sat down.
"Sir, if you have any questions, just ask." Zhang Shixun was not polite and sat down next to Zhao Ji. Anyway, Zhao Ji did not reveal his identity as emperor.
When Zhao Ji saw him sitting next to him, he was stunned at first, then he smiled and said, "Young man, you have a very straightforward personality. I like you very much."
Looking up, he saw all the women, including Li Shishi, standing stiffly, so he said, "Stop standing, sit down. This isn't the first time we've met, so there's no need to be so formal."
The women agreed verbally but did not dare to sit down. Only Li Shishi sat down on the left of Zhao Ji.
Zhao Ji took the tea that Li Shishi poured for him, took a sip, and said slowly, "Ever since I heard Miss Shishi and Miss Saisai play 'Spring River Moon Night' that day, I've been very moved. I tried to play it on the qin, but the effect was much worse, and the charm was far off... Brother Zhang, is this 'Spring River Moon Night' not suitable for playing on the qin?"
Zhang Shixun smiled and said, "This piece of music is better played on the zheng. If you want to play it on the qin, that's fine, but you'll need to modify the score a little bit."
In fact, "Spring River Moon Night" can be played by guzheng, pipa, or piano, each with its own characteristics.
Hearing this, Zhao Ji's eyes lit up: "Oh! Brother, have you played this song on the qin?"
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