Li Shishi could no longer sit still and humbly asked, "Master Zhang, I have studied the zheng with several teachers, the longest being Master Qingzhen. Since Master Zhang has noticed that my plucking technique is incorrect, I hope you can correct me."
"A Muslim layperson?"
"Oh! Mr. Qingzhen is Mr. Zhou Bangyan. I heard a few days ago that he was ill, and the master was about to send someone to Nanjing to visit him."
Speaking of Zhou Bangyan, Zhang Shixun certainly knew him. He was the most famous poet of the graceful and elegant school. He was a remarkable figure and was honored as the "Lao Du of Ci".
Zhang Shixun could even recite a passage from Zhou Bangyan's poem: "The sword is as smooth as water, the Wu salt is whiter than snow, and the slender hands break the new orange." The brocade tent is warm, the beast smoke continues, and we sit opposite each other, tuning the sheng...
It is said that this poem was written by Zhou Bangyan because he was jealous of Li Shishi and Zhao Ji. It is not known whether it is true or not.
The person involved, Li Shishi, is right in front of us. If you want to know the background of this poem, just ask her.
It's just rude to ask this kind of question, so don't ask it.
"Mr. Zhou is skilled in music and is also a master of lyrics and music. Since he is your teacher, there should be no mistake." Zhang Shixun said very humbly.
Ding Dusai was unhappy and pouted, saying, "I don't care. Since you think there's something wrong with my playing method, just say it. Don't worry about Master Zhou or Master Li... Oh! Sister, don't be angry. I just want to ask Master Zhang for advice. I don't mean to be disrespectful to Master Zhou."
Li Shishi smiled and said, "A capable person is a teacher. Master Zhang has extraordinary skills and must have a unique way of playing. Not only you, but I, too, would like to learn from him."
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