Lu Ze walked toward Taihe Palace with a writing board in his hand.
Writing lyrics?
Actually, it wasn't…
That night, he had already thought of what song he would use at the wine table.
Most of all, he wanted to take a good look at the quiet and solemn Forbidden City under the glow of the sun to build up his mood for the performance later.
It wasn't that he hadn't been here before in his previous life, but it was always crowded and noisy.
The bearing of the Imperial City had always been solemn and solemn, quiet and grand.
He needed to feel this kind of atmosphere.
The indifferent figure walked up the stone steps made of white marble.
The people behind him locked their eyes on him, and the discussion that had just disappeared gradually revived.
"I thought about his idea of lyrics. Although the intention is good, it's actually quite difficult to express.”
"That's right. The theme of the dragon is indeed close to the people's understanding of the Nine Provinces, but there are too many works after all, and it's easy to write vulgar.”
"To be honest, it's indeed quite difficult to write a poem in three days, and it has to be meticulously polished. Even if we check it, it's also very difficult!”
" We can only brace ourselves for the national mission. I just hope that Little Lu can try his best to give us a draft that isn't that difficult to revise today. It won't be too tight on time."
Doubts still existed.
Too grand an intention, too young a soul, too pressed for time
All of this combined into a difficult problem in everyone's hearts.
It was the kind that was difficult to dispel in a short period of time!
Lu Ze, who had climbed up Taihe Palace, looked down.
From here, he could clearly see the central axis that extended continuously, and he could see the buildings scattered on both sides of the central axis.
Seeing the afterglow of the setting sun and the golden roof tiles reflecting into a painting, the king's aura of six hundred years rose in another ancient and quaint manner.
The atmosphere was already enough.
The brewing of emotions was just right.
The last ray of light was about to disappear.
He stood alone in front of the white marble pillar.
The writing board in his hand was placed horizontally in front of him.
Some words that he had long wanted to say.
At this moment, it was like mercury pouring down onto the paper!
Splashing ink in one go!
"You've started writing? So fast?"
"I thought I would have to wait for a long time. Reminiscent?"
"The speed of writing is very fast. It seems to have the taste of Cao Zijian's seven-step poem.”
"I just don't know how the quality is. Actually, speed isn't important. It's fine for us to wait."
Lu Ze wasn't far from them.
Therefore, they were able to see the state and speed at which he wrote the lyrics.
Of course, the discussions had always accompanied his actions.
It was 7:45 pm. Fifteen minutes had passed since Lu Ze officially met everyone, and only six minutes had passed since he ascended the Taihe Palace.
When the light in the sky completely dissipated and the dark night enveloped the Forbidden City, Lu Ze put away his brush.
Without even looking at the content on the writing board, he walked down the stone steps and calmly walked towards the pergola.
Finished writing?
He finished writing it just like that?
How long had it been?
In the span of a few breaths, just the time of a cigarette?
For a moment, everyone was stunned.
A few old experts and scholars who were strict and serious didn't look too good.
In their opinion, such an important phrase must have been carefully polished!
Cao Zijian's poem in seven steps existed.
But more importantly, Jia Dao's consideration and study of " push " and " knock ".
To complete a song in five to six minutes, this attitude was more or less perfunctory!
It was quiet in the pergola.
Ten seconds after Lu Ze walked in, Ren Xuan finally reacted.
He didn't say much and took the writing board from Lu Ze. He scanned the page with the lamp in the awning.
Hmm?
He looked up at Lu Ze.
His eyes were much brighter than before.
Her lips touched. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't think of a good way to phrase it. In the end, she continued to watch silently.
Seeing his expression, Su Yu, who was beside him, also leaned his head over and frowned at the flamboyant handwriting on the writing board.
"When I start writing, the bloodline of the people is tens of thousands of miles long."
His voice was deep and deep. Because he had been immersed in the field of literature and art for a long time, his ability to recite sentences was outstanding.
The two lines of lyrics that he casually read out were filled with vicissitudes and heavy momentum.
Were these the lyrics he had just written?
Everyone looked at Lu Ze in disbelief.
It was very imposing, majestic, and had a deep foundation!
How could he write such a thing in five to six minutes?
Doubt, curiosity, anticipation
Countless emotions rose in everyone's hearts along with the two sentences that Su Yu had just read out.
They looked at Lu Ze strangely.
Could he really be a young genius like Cao Zijian?
A silent atmosphere rose in the pergola.
Two minutes later, Ren Xuan finally finished reading the lyrics that Lu Ze had just written and heaved a sigh of relief.
After calming down for a long time, he turned around and looked at Liu Huan and the others who were also sitting in front of the music equipment in a daze.
"Since Little Lu is free now, why don't you change the song first?”
"Elder Su, you and a few scholars should evaluate this poem and see if it needs to be adjusted."
The moment these words were said, everyone was shocked!
What did he mean by " need to adjust?"
Logically speaking, shouldn't they be discussing how to make changes?
could it
In Ren Xuan's opinion, the completion of this poem was already so high that it did not need any major adjustments?
What a joke. This was something that was made in less than ten minutes.
However, just as they were in a daze.
Liu Huan's words raised the level of shock once again!
even
It directly made this 'creative conference' a little absurd!
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