(5)
The voices of Jiao and Ao rang out one after another. As soon as a frivolous and flashy piece of music was played in front of the lobby, the young and old men under the stage began to point at their favorite kabuki actors and chatter endlessly.
Someone said: "That is the beauty our family has raised since childhood, and now she has become a talent!"
Immediately afterwards, a young man from nowhere came to the father-in-law and said, "Can you please let me sing a song alone and spend the night together?"
Before the young man in front finished speaking, a steady stream of other people came up to ask questions, all of whom were planning to buy the first night of the actress who was standing on the high platform. They compete with each other and seem to enjoy it endlessly.
Almost no one noticed that a pair of mysterious traveling artists had walked to the center of the lobby.
The fair lady had bright makeup on her eyes and wore a veil. On this high platform, which was shrouded in light and dark, she slowly walked up the steps stroking the pipa on her chest. The clear sound of copper bells circled around the soles of her feet, ringing several times. a rhythm. But the other man walking with him was covered in dust and gloomy, as if telling others that they had just arrived from afar.
One of them was sitting on the stage, while the other was standing quite obediently on the wooden floor with his bare feet. Facing the chaotic situation in the audience, the two seemed to have long been accustomed to it.
Suddenly, the man who was sitting upright played the flute and whistled loudly, and it seemed as if a golden eagle neighed past in the spacious lobby, leaving a lingering sound. Everyone in the hall glanced at the top of their heads in unison, and then suddenly realized, they turned to look in the direction where the sound originally came from, and thought: "It turns out that a new person has arrived."
Just listen to the whimpering of this "golden eagle". After the echo gradually faded away, several more times of wind and sand came.
The woman on the stage gently played her pipa to simulate the gravel on the ground. It would make a slight sound when people stepped on it. With the copper bell wrapped around her ankle - something like a horse bell, she danced and swayed slightly. Ringing copper bells, trying to create a feeling of migration.
Such a vast, vast and melancholy feeling makes people feel like they are outside the Great Wall and slowly walking towards an oasis.
A moment later, the sound of the flute started again. At this time, it turned into a quiet night wind, blowing vastly and far away, and a gust of wind and sand rolled up from the ground. The pipa beside him echoed, and the notes and rhythms gradually became noisy and dense, as if a burst of wild sand was about to move and hit him from a distance.
This gentle wind stretches far and wide, seemingly connecting the entire land. People can feel the longing for their past and their distant hometown. This style of music may seem desolate and rough, but in fact it is rough and fine, which is very different from the delicate and rich tunes of the Central Plains. Therefore, many people gradually became fascinated by it.
The ongoing debate and the rising fire of desire came to an abrupt end. Everyone has the purest curiosity and wants to finish listening to this desert song. They also want to know the origin of the person who is playing the music.
After the song ended, everything was silent. The spectators and listeners did not make a sound for a long time. They only watched helplessly on the stage, not knowing what to say.
The two people who had just finished playing did not notice anything strange. They packed up their clothes and clothes according to their usual habits, as if they were ready to wander to the next place at any time. Just as they were about to step off the high platform, someone made a sound from the crowd. , said.
"Girl, can you take off your veil and let us see your true face?"
As soon as he said this, countless requests came pouring in.
"Girl, how about singing a song with me?"
"Girl, can you come to my house as a guest for a few days? I will treat you with courtesy."
"Hey, why are you pretending to be gentlemen? Little lady, grandpa, I have a lot of money. Come to my place and I will take care of your food and housing so that you don't have to wander around anymore..."
Under the influence of such chatter, the crowd gradually crowded in front of Murong Yan, blocking her way. No matter how Bai Feng tried to shirk his explanations from the sidelines, these rich and powerful people would not listen at all.
After a while, a group of soldiers appeared from behind the crowd, cursed at the surging crowd in front of them, and then forced a way out from the middle to escort the pair of mysterious travelers away.
At this time, a dandy kid jumped out from the middle, blocking the way of Bai Feng and Murong Yan, and said angrily: "You cowards, do you know who my father is? If you dare to block my way, you are seeking death!"
"Whose son dares to be presumptuous in front of Mr. Mei?" The woman named Xinghe walked down from the second floor and said sarcastically: "You stinky men covet even a married woman. This is Mr. Mei I mean, he likes this song, and he doesn’t want to see some brats with no hair growing all over here doing whatever they want!"
"Is...is it Mr. Mei?" Seeing this, the dandy bent over in a daze, and went back into the crowd in disgrace.
Everyone was talking a lot, thinking that the beauty in front of them was Mei Lin's love.
"This woman is so domineering and looks extraordinary. Could it be that she is the maid Mei Xinghe who sat down with Mr. Mei?"
"The little lady who plays the pipa has an owner of her famous flower? Who is it? Could it be the follower next to her? This is really a flower stuck in cow dung!"
"Say less! No one wants to offend Mr. Mei..."
Afterwards, Mei Xinghe directly sent the pair of travelers to the guest room and said comfortingly: "You two have come from afar, you must be very tired, and you met such a group of indecent onlookers, it is really disappointing! This is prepared for you. Guest room.”
Although this room is used for entertaining guests, the furniture and beds are placed so neatly and appropriately that it would even make people think it is someone's boudoir.
After saying that, she watched Bai Feng and Murong Yan go in. Just as she was about to close the door and leave, Bai Feng stopped her from the door and asked, "Girl, when can I meet Mr. Su?"
"Su Qing has been out for the past few days. He said he was looking for someone, and then he asked Mr. Mei to be the 'doorkeeper' for him! He is the only one with Su Qing's ability to coax Mr. Mei into submission..."
"Then when will he return?"
"It can take as short as two or three days, or as long as ten or more days?" Mei Xinghe turned her back, swaying her narrow pale pink skirt, and said with a playful smile: "You are here to make a living anyway, and you have a lot of time, right? snort……"
After that, Mei Xinghe left without looking back, leaving Bai Feng no room for rejection.
Even though he spent this night in Cangzhou City, a city with many guards and a prosperous population, Bai Feng could not feel the slightest bit of peace. He found that when his sword was not with him, he couldn't even close his eyes and rest.
Murong Yan's pillow was that of the young swordsman, so she naturally knew that he was uneasy. So, she found a good opportunity and asked interestingly: "Brother Feng, are you still angry about what others said?"
"What words?"
"What that dude said was like 'a flower stuck in cow dung'..."
"Hahaha..." Bai Feng said with a smile: "Then your brother Feng did grow up with cow dung. Why, you don't like it anymore?"
"Of course not, I'm just caring about you, why do you keep looking outside with your eyes open?"
"My sword is still on the horse. If someone finds out the clues, we won't even be able to break out of the siege..."
Murong Yan also smiled and said, "How about you hold Yan'er and sleep together, treating me as your precious Longming Sword?"
"Haha, what are you talking about? Now is the time to make fun of me. Mei Lin, Mei Xinghe, we have to be careful of characters like Mei Lin and Mei Xinghe who hide their knives in their smiles."
"Then can you trust Yan'er for once? I don't think they noticed anything strange." Murong Yan suddenly sat up and poked her head out of the bed, and then lowered the bed curtain hanging on the top. Generally, two completely different little worlds are formed inside and outside the bed.
"Since we know that someone is watching, why don't we use the trick? If you don't want to hold me, how about I hold you?" Murong Yan sighed softly, as if she was talking to a junior with a short memory, Sermon: "Now we are a couple, a poor but happy couple!"
The two of them whispered a lot of pillow talk, but after a while, the sound of singing was heard in the room, and it was not until very late that it gradually merged with the night and disappeared completely.
