At night in the desert north, the bright moon is in the sky, and the silver-like moonlight shines on the snow-like white sand; the whistling north wind wraps up the white sand, and the faint sound of Hujia comes from the north.
Xia Houxuan wore a white hairpin on his head, a pair of silver-white stainless steel fish scale armor with a collar and a basin, hanging on his waist was a "quality" sword, a five-stone horn bow, and a wolf tooth arrow, riding on the divine horse. 'White Bird', surrounded by four elites from the Yulin Camp holding halberds and four Xuanjia guards from the Changling Marquis Mansion, stood on the edge of the desert, admiring the beautiful scenery in front of them.
At this moment, looking from a distance behind him, he could see the endless mountains of Bingzhou, rising one after another with magnificent waves; and looking north from his eyes, he could see the vast sea of sand, endless and mysterious.
Xia Houxuan was admiring the moonlit sand sea in the desert in front of him, while looking at the waving wolf flag in the Xianbei cavalry camp in the distance, and listening to the sound of Hujia carried by the wind.
Xiahou Xuanzi, who grew up in the capital, did not often see such desolate and magnificent scenery. Therefore, now that he was in this magnificent and beautiful scene, he couldn't help but be intoxicated in it.
Speaking of the music of Hujia, it was originally a music unique to the north of the desert. Herdsmen in the north first rolled reed leaves into the shape of reeds or spinal canals, then flattened the head ends into reeds, and a simple Hujia was made.
"Japanese people roll reed leaves and blow them for fun, so they call them Hujia."
This Hujia had been widely popular in the northern part of the Great Wall and the Western Regions as early as the Han Dynasty. It was also used on the battlefield to convey military secrets and intelligence, or as a hidden sentry in military camps.
Xia Houxuan remembered that when he was a boy, he heard his father Xia Houshang and his uncle Cao Zhen mention that during the late Han Dynasty in the previous dynasty, there were wars in various prefectures and counties for many years. Cai Yan and Cai Zhaoji were kidnapped by the Huns who went south to plunder their ancestors one day when they were worshiping their ancestors in the countryside. They lived outside the Great Wall. Later, Cai Yan married the Xiongnu King Zuoxian and gave birth to two children.
Outside the Great Wall, Cai Yan spent twelve spring and autumn years, but although she was in a foreign place, she missed her hometown all the time. Later, Emperor Wu pacified the Central Plains and re-established an alliance with the Xiongnu. Then he sent an envoy to Xielu and redeemed Cai Zhaoji with a large sum of money.
Cai Zhaoji later wrote a long poem "Eighteen Beats of Hujia" that is still widely circulated to this day to describe her unfortunate experiences in this life.
Xia Houxuan was lucky enough to hear that piece of music in person.
Listening to the faint sound of Hujia swallowing in the distance, Xia Houxuan could not help but sing in a low voice:
"When I was born, I did nothing. After I was born, the Han Dynasty declined. The sky was unkind, so it brought chaos, and the earth was unkind, so I met this time. The roads are dangerous when fighting, and the people are in exile, so we are sad together. The smoke and dust cover the wild fields. If you are prosperous, your will will be good, and your integrity will be lost. If you are not suitable for the world, if you are insulted, who should you report? When you play the guitar and play the piano, no one will know your resentment.
Rong Jie forced me to become a family member and sent me to travel far away to the end of the world. Thousands of clouds and mountains are on my way home, and the wind is blowing thousands of miles away, and the dust and sand are flying. When there are many people, they are violent and violent like adder; when they control strings and wear armor, they are arrogant and extravagant. The two beats are stretched, the strings are broken, the ambition is broken, the heart is broken, and I feel sad. "
These two songs tell the story of Cai Yan being kidnapped by the Xiongnu and going to the north of the Great Wall.
"When we cross the Han Dynasty and enter Hucheng, it is better to live without a life than to lose our home. The felt fur is used as clothing, which shocks our flesh and bones, and the smell of rags and mutton is in vain to contain our feelings. The drums and drums are noisy from night to day, and the wind is powerful and hidden. Camp. Feeling the pain of the present and the past, three shots were made, and when will the sadness and hatred be calmed down?
There is no day or night when I don't think about my hometown, and I am the most miserable when my temperament is full of energy. The country is in chaos due to natural disasters and the people have no masters, but I am miserable and have no soldiers or captives. My mind is different, my body is in trouble, my desires are different, who can talk to me, my thoughts and ideas are many and many obstacles. The four shots become more and more sad.
The geese marching to the south want to send side sounds, and the geese returning to the north want to get the Chinese sound. The wild geese are flying high and are hard to find. I am empty and heartbroken, thinking and wandering. I raise my eyebrows towards the moon and caress the elegant harp, and the five beats are cold and full of meaning.
The body is bitterly cold due to the biting frost, and I am hungry and cannot eat meat and cheese. At night I hear the sound of the Long River whimpering, and in the morning I see the Great Wall and the long road. Reminiscing about the past, it is difficult to carry luggage, and the six beats are sad and I want to stop playing. "
The next four consecutive battles brought the bitter cold of Saibei to their faces. Although everyone behind Xia Houxuan did not understand the deep meaning of the song, after hearing the song, they couldn't help but feel a little desolate in their hearts.
"At dusk, the wind makes sad sounds everywhere, and I don't know who to turn to in my sorrow. The wilderness is desolate and there are wars for thousands of miles. The old and weak are vulgar and the young are beautiful. Where there are water and grass, they build homes and build forts. The cattle and sheep are everywhere in the wild and gather like bees. Ants, grass and water are gone, sheep and horses are migrating. Qipai Liu hates to live here.
Because the sky has eyes, why do you make me drift alone? Because the earth has a spirit, why should I be in the south and the north of the sea? If I don't live up to the sky, why is the sky so good for me? If I don't live up to the gods, why should the gods punish me? I made eight beats here to relieve worries, but I didn't know that when the song was completed, my heart turned to worry.
The sky is boundless and the earth is boundless, and my heart is filled with sadness. Life is fleeting, like the passing of a white horse, but I will not be happy until I am in my prime. I am resentful and want to ask the sky, but the sky is so blue that I have no chance. I raise my head and look up at the clouds and smoke in the sky. Who will tell the story of the nine shots of nostalgia?
The beacon fire at the top of the city is never extinguished. When will the battle on the battlefield stop? Murderous aura rushes towards the door, and Hu Feng blows the moon every night. My hometown is separated by dust and dust, I cry silently and my breath is about to die, and I have been separated for a lifetime of hard work. The sadness is so deep that the tears turn to blood.
I am not greedy for life but hate death. I cannot sacrifice my body because my heart is full. If you are still alive, you still hope to return to your hometown. If you die, your bones will be buried for a long time. The sun lives in the moon, Zhu Xi lives in the army base, and the barbarians dote on me. I have two sons. If you raise a child, you will not be ashamed; if you think of it, you will grow up with contempt. There are ten beats, and the sound of mourning is lingering and piercing the heart.
The east wind is blowing and there is a lot of heat. I know it is the emperor of Han Dynasty who is coming to Buyanghe. The tribes and tribes dance and sing together, the two countries are having fun and then stop fighting. Suddenly, an envoy from the Han Dynasty came to greet me, and he left me a thousand gold coins to redeem my concubine. I am happy to be alive and meet the sage, but I regret to say goodbye to the childish child for no reason. Ten times out of ten, there are both sorrow and joy, but it is difficult to describe the two emotions.
It doesn't matter that he is still alive, but he has to return home. He hugs his beard and wets his clothes with tears. The envoys of the Han Dynasty came to welcome me, and they mourned and lost their voices. Who knew that this was the time of my life and death. I am worried about being a son and the sun will not shine. How can I have wings to bring you back? One step at a time, it's hard to move, the soul is ecstatic and the love is left behind. Three times out of ten, the strings beat quickly and the strings are sharp and sad, and the liver and intestines are stirred and stabbed. I don't know. "
Seven consecutive mourning songs, accompanied by the cold sound of Hujia in the distance, made people feel as if they had fallen into a cold cellar. The iron armor on everyone's bodies was now as cold as ice under the cold wind.
"When I return to my country, I don't want my children to follow me. My heart hangs as if I'm hungry. Everything in the four seasons has its ups and downs, but I'm so sad that I won't move away for a while. The mountains and highlands are wide and I can't see you for a long time. Even late at night, I dream about you. Dreams about you. I am holding my hand, one is happy and the other is sad, my heart aches after I feel it, there is no rest. Four out of ten times, my eyes are filled with tears, and the river is flowing eastward, my heart is thinking about myself.
Fifteen beats, the rhythm is quick, and the breath fills the chest. Who knows the music? Living in a poor house, I live in a different world. I want to return, so God obeys my desire. I will be happy and satisfied when I return to the Han Dynasty. My heart is pregnant, but my sorrow has deepened. The sun and moon are selfless, but they have never shown up. It is difficult to separate mother and son. They are separated by the same sky and across the distance like ginseng. They do not know each other whether they are alive or dead. Where can they find each other?
Sixteen beats, my thoughts are confused, my son and I are on separate sides. The sun in the east and the moon in the west look at each other, but we cannot follow each other. We are empty and heartbroken. I will never forget the day lily, but my love will be hurt when I play the piano. Farewell now, I am returning to my hometown. Old grievances are settled, but new grievances are growing. Weeping blood, I raise my head and complain to the sky. I am the only one who suffers from this disaster.
Seventeen beats make my heart and nose feel sore, and the mountains are blocked by repairs and it is difficult to travel. When I left, I felt homely and careless, and when I came back, I was full of thoughts about seeing you again. Stuffed with dried branches and leaves of mugwort, the bones of the battlefield are covered with scars from swords and arrows. The wind and frost are biting and the spring and summer are cold. The people and horses are hungry and their muscles are weak. Little did he know that when he entered Chang'an again, he sighed and burst into tears.
The Hujia originally came from Huzhong, and the Yuanqin translation has the same melody. Eighteen beats, although the music has ended, there is still more sound, and the thoughts are endless. This is how we know that silk and bamboo are delicate and are all the work of nature. Sadness and joy are all according to people's hearts. If they change, they will be normal. The Hu and the Han are in different lands and have different winds. The sky and the earth are separated by the west and the east. My bitterness and resentment are as vast as the sky. Although the heaven and earth are vast, I cannot tolerate them. "
Xia Houxuan sang a long song, and the depression in his chest disappeared without a trace along with the singing and the cold wind. He took off the wine bag from his waist and took a big sip, feeling a warmth suddenly rise in his chest.
This set of qin music is a long poem, including "Da Hu Jia", "Xiao Hu Jia", "Hu Jia Eighteen Beats" and other qin music. Although the tunes are different, Xia Houxuan could hear from them the vivid contradiction and pain of Cai Zhaoji, who missed her hometown in the Central Plains, but could not bear to be separated from the Huns.
This song can be said to be euphemistically sad, tearing apart the heart and intestines, making the listener sad and the listener in tears.
In this scene, if someone plays the "Eighteen Beats of Hujia" on Hujia again, what will it be like?
Xia Houxuan couldn't help but have his thoughts wandering for a moment.
At this time, the sound of horse hoofbeats could be faintly heard behind him, and not long after, a general from the Yulin camp rode his horse to Xia Houxuan's side.
"General, it's getting late. Please follow your humble duty and return to camp."
"It's worth seeing the scenery of Monan in the north of Saibei in this lifetime..." Xia Houxuan looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him reluctantly, slowly turned his horse's head and headed south. The commander, as well as several soldiers who had been in battle for a long time but had not read poetry, did not seem to realize how charming Xia Houxuan said about the beautiful scenery in front of them. When everyone saw that the general wanted to return to camp, they clenched their weapons and tightened their grip. He took off his horse's reins and followed Xia Houxuan towards the Wei army's camp.
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The next day, the sky was clear and cloudless. Qin Lang and the more than 10,000 Xianbei cavalry forbidden troops under his tent, as well as Xiahou Xuan's Yulin camp, and more than 20,000 Bingzhou troops, were waiting at the junction of Bingzhou and Monan, just waiting for the more than 10,000 Xianbei cavalry to appear in sight.
At noon, the sun was like fire, and the vast white desert seemed to be ignited in an instant. At this moment, it was like a big cauldron, roasting everyone in it.
In the northern desert, between day and night, there is heat and cold, which makes some soldiers from the Central Plains quite uncomfortable.
Even the wind that blows in my face from time to time seems to have a burning sensation.
Along with the wind and sand came not only endless heat waves, but also when the dust in the distance gradually began to float, and rumbling sounds and the sounds of men and horses shouting and neighing came from the distance, Qin Lang and Xia Houxuan felt in their hearts Understand, this is Ke Bineng’s Monan Iron Cavalry, here it is.
