"Store, are there any empty tables inside?" A female voice came in. Song Xin and the other three heard it and turned their heads to look.
"There are some, there are only three customers, and there are four empty tables." The shopkeeper was very respectful.
"Well, let's ask them if they are willing to dine somewhere else. We've booked this place," the woman said, with a tone that said she couldn't refuse.
When Song Xin and the others heard this, they frowned slightly. Who could be so rude and even drive away other guests when they came in to eat? Zhang Xiuyang was a little unhappy, so he quietly said to Song Xin and Song Xin: "It's not like we don't have money. Hum, I just won't leave. Let's see what you can do to me."
Song Xin also nodded secretly, wondering which family he was from. He was so domineering that he would chase people away as soon as he came in.
The shopkeeper heard this, came in, smiled respectfully at the three of them, and said, "Guys, the lady outside wants to book this place. Can we move to another small shop? I won't charge you for the meal." He knew that he was wrong. , so I was very respectful and said with a smile on my face.
"We are having a good time, why do you drive us away when you come in? What's the point? Are you afraid that we can't afford your meal?" Zhang Xiuyang said, patting a bag of copper coins on the table.
When Zhang Moyang saw his junior brother getting angry, he tugged on his sleeves and said, "Junior brother, don't get angry. We have almost eaten, otherwise let's give it to them."
"That won't work. Senior brother, you are just too kind. There is no reason to drive away guests before they finish eating, even if the general's daughter comes." Zhang Xiuyang continued.
The woman who came in not only refused to leave when she saw a few people, she even uttered arrogant words. Her pretty face sank and she took a few steps forward and said, "Who is so bold and dares to utter arrogant words? Do you know who my young lady is? Do you dare to say this to me?" She was disrespectful.”
Song Xin saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old woman staring angrily at Zhang Xiuyang. She was dressed in a man's hunting attire, with Xingteng (leggings from the Han Dynasty) tied on her legs, and her cuffs and waist were tied tightly with strings. He has a sword on his waist and an arrow pot on his back. Instead of wearing an iron helmet, he wore a turban on his head, which made him look heroic.
Women dressed like this are often seen in the Duke's house, where they serve their masters in hunting, but I don't know which house they belong to.
"We're eating well. If you say you're going to drive us away, I won't leave. What can you do?" Zhang Xiuyang was about the same age as her, so when he saw the woman being so arrogant, he deliberately stared at her and said vindictively.
When the woman heard that Zhang Xiuyang spoke with a northern accent, her face changed slightly and she choked back: "What kind of rude and arrogant person you are? It turns out that you are from the north. This place is under the rule of General Sun, and you are not allowed to be arrogant and wild."
"What's wrong with the north? People from the north can't come to the south of the Yangtze River? It's all Han Dynasty. I can go wherever I want. General Sun is also a Han official." Zhang Xiuyang retorted unceremoniously.
"You!" The girl pointed at Zhang Xiuyang, her pretty face turned pale with anger.
Seeing the tense situation between the two parties, the store owner immediately panicked and hurriedly came up to dissuade him: "Don't argue anymore. You three guests, your meal is free today. Please go to another place."
"How can you drive away customers as a store? We have money, it's not that we can't afford it."
The woman's expression softened slightly and she said, "Okay, my girl is going to come here for dinner soon. It's inconvenient for you to stay here. I paid for the meal for you. You can go to another place."
Zhang Xiuyang crossed his arms and said with a smile: "Hey, I won't leave. I'll have ten more dishes after I've finished eating. I have a big belly, what do you think?"
Zhang Moyang said: "Okay, junior brother, don't argue anymore, let's go."
As he was talking, the sound of horse hooves was heard outside the shop, which was obviously the arrival of the girl the woman was talking about. The woman's face darkened, she glared at Zhang Xiuyang and turned around to leave.
After a while, a bold female voice came from outside: "Okay, four tables are enough for us. You can set up a few tables in the yard." This voice was clean and clear.
"But, miss, if they have evil intentions..."
"Who do you think is up to no good?!" Zhang Xiuyang said angrily.
"Stop arguing!" At this time, the young lady and Zhang Moyang spoke at the same time and stopped the two of them.
The girl stopped arguing with Zhang Xiuyang, just glared at him and walked out angrily.
Zhang Moyang looked at Zhang Xiuyang and shook his head. Why is this kid so excited today? He used to have a good temper. It was also the first time that Song Xin saw Zhang Xiuyang arguing with someone else, and it was with a woman. When he had fought with himself before, he had never fought with himself like this.
At this time, a group of women came in from outside, all dressed in the same way, but the fragrance of makeup and powder on their bodies could still be smelled. They all carried knives at their waists and came in surrounded by a woman wearing hunting clothes and soft armor.
Song Xin and others looked up and saw that the woman was about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was very beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth, and soft armor that fit close to her body, making her figure appear graceful and toned.
The girl who was quarreling with Zhang Xiuyang just now saw these people staring at her young lady, so she shouted: "What are you looking at? Turn around, you frivolous people."
Several people were a little embarrassed. It was indeed disrespectful to look at a woman like this.
Zhang Moyang stood up, bowed and said: "This girl, my junior brother is young and doesn't know the rules. I had a dispute with this lady, please don't be offended. I just looked at the lady, it was very disrespectful, I hope you can forgive me."
"Hmph, I'm sorry. I really want to hold you accountable. Can you afford it?" Seeing the softening of attitude, the maid seemed to understand and started scolding.
"You..." Zhang Xiuyang was about to retort, but Song Xin stopped him and stopped him from arguing with the woman.
"Stop talking and teach the store owner how to cook the game. After I eat it, I have to go back to Chaisang to see my brother." She nodded to Zhang Moyang, then ignored him and went straight to look for him. Take a seat.
"Brother Zhang, this woman should have some background. Look at the soft armor she is wearing, but it is of high quality. She must be a young lady from a noble family." Song Xin sent a message to Zhang Moyang.
"I think so, but why does the young lady from our noble family act like a man? You see, their armors and weapons are all of the highest quality, and the woman's temper seems to be quite bold. She doesn't look like a weak young lady in a boudoir. "Zhang Moyang said in a message.
"I'm just not convinced by such a domineering person, huh," Zhang Xiuyang said in a voice message. He was still a little angry in his heart.
"Okay, okay, as cultivators like us, don't be too angry, as it will affect your state of mind." Zhang Moyang said with a wry smile.
Several people were no longer in the mood to continue chatting and eating, so they called the store, paid and went out.
When Zhang Moyang walked past those women, the young lady wearing soft armor saw the jade flute stuck in Zhang Moyang's waist, and her eyes suddenly lit up. "Sir, walk slowly."
Zhang Moyang turned around and asked, "Miss, are you calling me?"
"Exactly. The jade flute on your waist is very unique. Is your husband a musician?"
"I'm not a musician, I just like music." Zhang Moyang said.
"Ordinary flutes are all made of bamboo. I don't know the sound of this jade flute sir." The woman was very curious.
Zhang Moyang said: "The sound of the bamboo flute is quiet and deep. In addition to being quiet and deep, this jade flute also has some sounds of metal and stone."
"Oh? Can you please play a piece, sir?" the woman said, cupping her hands.
"This..." Zhang Moyang looked at the many people in the room and felt uncomfortable playing music here.
"Well, you two stay, the others are waiting outside."
The woman was quite smart and could see Zhang Moyang's thoughts. He asked the other women to go out and wait, leaving only two close maids to sit down at his table.
"Sir, can you play a song now?"
"Well, since the lady is so kind, all Mo Yang needs to do is play a piece of music."
He found a table and sat down, took out his flute and asked, "Miss, do you have any favorite music?"
"Sir, you can do whatever you want," the woman said.
Zhang Moyang nodded and put the flute to his mouth.
When Song Xin and Song Xin saw Zhang Moyang sitting down, they also sat down beside him, ready to listen to Mo Yang playing the flute.
As soon as he blew out a sentence, the woman's eyes lit up. This jade flute was indeed a treasure obtained by Shui Mansion, and the sound was indeed extraordinary.
Moreover, Zhang Moyang used his own spiritual energy when playing this piece of music, making the jade flute's sound more euphemistic and long-lasting. At the same time, the jade flute's golden and stone sound also faintly revealed a heroic spirit.
The song "Shui Ming Zhi" played by the woman that Song Xin listened to in Xingshang Garden seemed to have a similar tone to this piece of music, but he didn't understand the music and just thought it sounded good. Now that I hear this piece of music played by Zhang Moyang, I also find it pleasant to the ears, and the worries in my heart seem to have been put down. Song Xin closed her eyes and let the music enter her mind.
"What a beautiful piece of music. I didn't expect brother Zhang Moyang to be so proficient in music." Xiaoyu also praised.
At this time, Zhang Moyang finished playing the song, and the woman sang softly along with the melody:
“When you are born, all the pottery created by nature has its end.
There is no end. Sages are inevitable, so why worry about it?
May the dragon ride and think of Kunlun.
Thought Kunlun residence. The hope is in the eccentricity, and the ambition is in Penglai.
The ambition is Penglai. The saint Confucius of Zhou Dynasty was buried in Kuaiji with tombs.
Kuaiji is built with tombs. Who can save Tao Tao? A gentleman should never worry.
At the end of the year, time passes. "
At the end of the song, the woman praised, "Sir, this jade flute plays Qing Shang music and harmonious songs, and has a unique charm. Ordinary bamboo flutes play Shang tunes, which lack the spirit of gold and stone, but this jade flute just makes up for this shortcoming."
The music changes to the Zheng tune, but it breaks the example of Xianghe songs changing tune. Surprisingly, it has a different kind of momentum, which seems to swallow up the sound of Jinshi in the Shang tune. Finally, the teacher transferred it back to Shang Diao, but this time he concealed the sound of gold and stone in Shang Diao. This is really wonderful. "
Zhang Moyang said in surprise: "Miss seems to be a person who is proficient in music. She can sing the lyrics of this song and can also comment on the music. I admire you. Shang Diao belongs to gold, which means the beginning of life and strong energy. However, Zheng Diao belongs to Fire, so the fire melts gold into water, which is a metaphor for the impermanence of life, and the energy has been worn away by countless hardships. Returning to Shangdiao, without the sound of gold and stone, it means old age and declining energy, but you should not lament at this time, you should know that birth, old age, illness and death are all The inescapable laws of creation should not be sad but should be taken in stride."
"Sir, you have a brilliant mind. This Prime Minister's song "Jinglie" was written by Cao Cao. Although the man was suspicious and murderous, the lyrics were still elegant and meaningful. Although you and I are both young people, we will also grow old in the future. It's just me. Both Cao Cao and I saw the first and second layers, but couldn't understand the meaning of the third layer. Mr.'s music just made up for the shortcomings of the words. We should not be sad, but should take it calmly. What Mr. said Quite right."
"Thank you, Miss, for your praise." Zhang Moyang didn't say much. For us ascetics, they can live a long life, but they will still grow old and die one day.
And this kind of sadness that comes from death is several times greater for monks than for mortals. Because you live longer, you will be more nostalgic and unable to let go.
"Miss, the song is over, I'll take my leave." Zhang Moyang stood up and said goodbye.
"Can I ask you your name, sir?" the woman asked when she saw Zhang Moyang and the others were about to leave.
"This is Zhang Moyang."
"Zhang Moyang...."
The three people came out and saw women wearing soft armor outside. They took one look at these women and left without looking back.
