This human bone shakuhachi has been wiped clean by the orchid fragrance, and it even has some luster.
Liu Yao first weighed it in his hand, then carefully looked at the hole, and then tapped it lightly with his fingers before saying: "Third sister... Queen, this is made from the spine of a baby... "
"Ah!" Although Yang Xianrong had already been thinking about it secretly, when he heard Liu Yao's confirmation, he couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body and tightened his clothes.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Liu Yao stretched out a hand to comfort her, but suddenly thought that she was the queen of Jin Dynasty at this moment, so he pulled his hand back abruptly, coughed lightly and continued, "Shakuhachi When making it, old bamboo that is more than ten years old is mostly used. Human bones are rarely used, not only because human bones are hard to find, but also because human bones are easily brittle and are not a good product. But if it is a baby spine, it is different. You can remove the flesh. The bones are brushed with tung oil a hundred times, exposed to the sun for a hundred days, polished with fine iron tools, soaked in tung oil for a hundred days, then embedded in old bamboo, and then painted with vermilion lacquer a hundred times and baked. It's just finished. The sound is gentle, but it's like a baby crying... Hmm..."
"If there is anything else, tell me." Yang Xianrong had already heard what Liu Yao had not said and calmed down, "Where is the production method of this? Is it so vicious?"
"It is said that witchcraft in the northwest area often uses babies that have died at birth. The intention is to keep the child with you forever."
"...That's too scary. It's okay to rest in peace and return the soul to its original state. Why bother?" Yang Xianrong frowned, but his hand was unwilling to touch this human bone shakuhachi again.
"Usually people who choose this method have a very strong obsession with their children." Liu Yao tapped the human bone again, "Can I play a piece? I want to try the tone."
"Okay, okay. In fact, the tone is really good." Yang Xianrong nodded. The other shakuhachi musicians heard Liu Yao's performance last night and were looking forward to it.
"How good is 'Sauvignon Blanc'?" Liu Yao thought for a moment and put it to his lips.
"Just a short paragraph will be enough." Yang Xianrong sat upright and listened quietly.
Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin. I miss you so much, who can complain about it?
Liu Yao has a tall figure and is full of background when playing the shakuhachi. He vividly displays his desolate and graceful sound, and also adds a bit of ethereal and tranquil artistic conception.
It’s really only a short section, but it shows off his skills.
The musicians had already nodded secretly in praise.
Yang Xianrong looked at Liu Yao with widened black and white eyes, all he could see was him, and his ears were filled with the lingering sound of lovesickness.
"What?" Liu Yao put down the human bone shakuhachi, "This shakuhachi is worth tens of thousands of gold, and the maker must be a master."
"Oh." Yang Xianrong hadn't recovered yet, he just looked at Liu Yao with a twinkle in his eye.
"The Queen." Lan Xiang, who was standing aside, called her in a low voice, "What's wrong? Are you feeling dizzy again?"
"Oh, I just feel a little empty in my heart." Yang Xianrong took a deep breath, "Much better than yesterday."
"What's wrong?" Liu Yao asked with concern, "Why do I feel that the Queen's complexion is not good?"
He said this somewhat casually, and Chief He next to him began to cough lightly.
Yang Xianrong glanced at him and then continued to say to Liu Yao: "I practiced this yesterday, but I felt very weak after just playing for a while. Then I kept having nightmares at night, which was very scary."
"What kind of nightmare?" Liu Yao had already knelt down and sat back on the ground, so that Yang Xianrong could look up at him without having to work so hard. He would not take into account Chief He's slight cough, "It doesn't matter, dreams are all reversed, don't be afraid."
"Yeah..." Yang Xianrong was thoughtful, looking at Liu Yao in a daze, "It's okay, it's just a dream."
Yang Xianrong didn't want to say anything, so Liu Yao naturally couldn't ask any more questions.
Zhang Liang came in with another small quilt and put it on the sheep's legs, "Queen, it's snowing heavily outside."
“Have you ever found out what other people play?”
"I heard that a few beauties can dance and a few play the piano. There should be nothing special about it." Zhang Liangchao responded in a low voice, "Manager Zhang said that the emperor's interest does not seem to be very high, and he does not pay special attention to this. matter."
"Is the Queen here?" Zhang Du said, and Zhang Du actually made a sound outside the door.
"Is it possible that the emperor is here?" Lan Xiang's hand shook and she took back the shakuhachi from Liu Yao.
"Master Zhang, go and greet him." Yang Xianrong took Lan Xiang's hand and said, "Go and pour me a cup of hot tea."
"Okay." Lan Xiang quietly retreated.
There was actually a thin layer of snow on the top of Zhang Du's head, which showed that the snow outside was suddenly falling heavily.
His breath was erratic, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
Seeing the sheep presenting their faces, they still bowed politely and said, "Queen."
"Didn't I say that? Mr. Zhang doesn't need to salute." Yang Xianrong pointed to the embroidered pier next to the cage fire, "Sit there, it will be warmer."
"Thank you, Queen." Zhang Du still saluted.
Yang Xianrong pursed his lips, "What happened?"
"Yuan Meiren is drowning... She's not dead, she just choked. She has been rescued by Master Mu." Zhang Du saw Yang Xianrong's expression was different, he hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head, and almost knelt down again.
Zhang Liangxue was already at Yang Xianrong's side, fearing that something might happen to her.
Yang Xianrong put his hand on his heart and felt very depressed. "She also went to Yingliu Lake?"
"That's not true. It's the koi pond in the back garden. The water in the pond is shallow, so it's okay. I was sent back just now." Zhang Du was also a little incoherent, "Don't be afraid, the Queen."
"Well, I'm not afraid." Yang Xianrong tried his best to adjust his breathing and closed his eyes again. "There are too many people here. Let some people go out. I am a little out of breath."
"Do you want to call the imperial doctor over?" Zhang Liang almost knelt on the ground.
"No, let them all go out." Yang Xianrong waved his hand, but then said: "Brother Liu, stay here for a moment. I have something to tell you."
Zhang Du was the chief manager. He winked, and Director He led all the other musicians out of the room. He also carefully turned up the fire in the cage to avoid the cold wind coming in.
Now, only Yang Xianrong, Zhang Liangxue, Zhang Du and Liu Yao are left in the house.
They looked at Yang Xianrong's pale face and felt a little anxious.
But Yang Xianrong just grabbed the quilt covering his legs and looked at Zhang Du, "Manager Zhang, everything has cause and effect. Is Aunt Yu the person who deposed the queen Jia Nanfeng?"
"Aunt Yu? Who is this person?" Zhang Du was startled.
"In the utility room by Yingliu Lake, there is a sixty-year-old grandmother."
Zhang Du thought for a while and looked at Zhang Liang again.
Zhang Liangxue nodded, "Master, there really is a Aunt Yu. But I haven't seen her before. She is said to be an old woman in the palace."
"Almost all of the cronies of the deposed queen are dead, but everyone who served her or had a slight relationship with her has also rushed to Jinyong City and will probably be sentenced to death in a while." Zhang Du said very seriously, "No Maybe someone with her is still alive in the palace.”
"Then what if this person is a deposed person? Perhaps, he is still a very close person?" Yang Xianrong looked at him, full of inquiry and questions.
(End of chapter)
