After Song Xin opened the door, he asked in surprise: "Feipeng, why are you here so early in the morning?"
The woman who was speaking was actually Wei Feipeng, a singer from the Qing Commercial Department. When she saw Song Xin, her face suddenly turned cloudy, and she bowed down and said, "Song...Song Gongzi..."
At this time, Ajiang also followed out. Seeing Fei Peng's embarrassed and shy look, he smiled meaningfully at Song Xin and said, "Brother, why don't you let me come in and talk?"
Feipeng quickly shook his head, lowered his head and said, "No... no need, I came here specifically to thank Master Sun Ying for the rescue that day."
"Song...Mr. Song, Master asked me to come..." Fei Peng's cheeks turned red, he hesitated in speaking, and actually repeated what he had said. At this time, Ajaan stepped forward and gently held her hand, "Don't be so cramped, go in and talk."
Fei Peng nodded and followed into the yard. Ajiang and Liu Ling went to prepare the morning meal, leaving Song Xin and Fei Peng talking in the courtyard.
Song Xin smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Do I look scary?"
Feipeng's cheeks turned red and he said, "No, no, Mr. Song is not scary. Master Sun Ying asked me to thank you for your help that day."
"Haha, you've said it three times. I know, Master Sun is too polite." Song Xin said with a smile. "If you hadn't come to report this, my sister and Liu Ling would have been killed long ago. I should thank you."
Seeing Feipeng lowering his head, looking shy and embarrassed, Song Xin smiled and said: "By the way, do you want to eat grapes?" He took a bunch of green grapes from the storage ring.
Feipeng's eyes suddenly widened in curiosity, and the technique just now seemed like a magic trick. She was in her teens and was very curious about these wonderful tricks, "Hey, you can do tricks?"
"Hahaha, yes, this is a little trick, try it."
Fei Peng carefully took one, and immediately felt a refreshing and refreshing feeling, "It's so delicious." Her little face suddenly turned red, and she seemed to be less cautious when facing Song Xin.
"I have a lot more. You can go back and give your master and that sister a taste."
"Give...all to me?" Fei Peng seemed to be a little unconvinced,
"Yeah, not enough? I'll give you some more." He took out another bunch of grapes.
"Young Master Song is such a good person...Master and I often go to the homes of nobles to sing and dance, but we have never met anyone who treats me like this..." Feipeng felt that Song Xin did not look down on her because of her status. Instead, he talked to her like an equal friend, which she had never seen before. Grapes were still a very precious fruit at this time, and she didn't expect that Song Xin would be willing to give her a bunch.
Song Xin smiled and said: "Haha, all living beings in this world are equal, and there is no hierarchy. There is no difference between you and me, so there is no need to be cautious."
Song Xin's casual remark was nothing in modern times, but it shocked Fei Peng. Ever since she was sensible, she had heard that as a humble singer, she had to stick to her duties. As for your own thoughts, you must not have them.
"All living beings are equal, there is no dignity or inferiority..." Feipeng thought thoughtfully.
"Yes, and Master Sun is a great musician in the world, and you and Snu are both his proud disciples. I also admire him very much."
Feipeng's eyes lit up and he said, "Really?"
"Yeah, I remember hearing a great musician say
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, which probably means that there are many princes and nobles in this world, but top musicians like him are unique. "
Feipeng was obviously a little excited, "Huh? Who is this great musician? I really want to meet him!"
Song Xin was stunned. He couldn't tell Feipeng that this was what Beethoven said. He chuckled, "This is...this is...what Beethoven said."
"His surname is Bei? What a strange surname. Where is he a musician?"
Song Xin's face was slightly embarrassed, and he quickly organized his words in his mind, "Ah...he, oh, by the way, he is a musician from the Western Regions!" Song Xin said with an idea.
"Oh, that's it. Master said that musicians from the Western Regions are also very unique." She nodded thoughtfully. "However, Mr. Song is really knowledgeable. He even knows the great musicians in the Western Regions."
Song Xin scratched the back of his head, laughed and said, "No, no, I've heard about it, but I've never seen him."
"Then does he have outstanding singing skills or martial arts skills?" Feipeng heard the musician's topic and seemed to have opened up a chat box. But this time it was hard for Song Xin, who only had to explain half-truthfully, "What he... is most good at is writing music that many people play together."
"Well, it turns out that he also writes elegant music." When Feipeng heard many people playing, he thought it was the elegant music in the palace. There were musicians specializing in elegant music in the Qing Dynasty Commercial Office, and their master Sun Ying would also compile some elegant music scores.
At that time, elegant music was used for sacrifices in suburban temples and important national ceremonies, and singers like Feipeng were not qualified to participate. They often went to banquets, or sang poems by the nobles of the time.
Seeing that she didn't ask any more questions, Song Xin was secretly relieved, otherwise it would have been a bit difficult for him to explain symphony or opera to Feipeng.
The two chatted for a while. Feipeng saw that the sun had reached noon, stood up and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, Master. Feipeng will go back now."
Ajan came out at this time and said, "Brother, please drive and see Miss Wei off. Then pick up Liu Ling. She went to Dongshi with Brother Song Ya early in the morning." Ajan had been listening. While the two of them were talking, he knew about Guo Miao's affairs. Adi was not in a good mood recently, so he asked Fei Peng to accompany him to relax.
Song Xin was naturally not worried about a little girl going back alone, so he agreed, "Sister, don't worry."
Feipeng got on the car, but was unwilling to put down the curtain and sat side by side with Song Xin.
"Master Song, Fei Peng is not in a hurry to go back now, why not pick up Brother Song Ya and Sister Liu Ling first?"
Song Xin knew that she just wanted to stay with him for a while, and he felt better after chatting with this little girl, so he nodded.
Feipeng was like a cheerful lark along the way, asking all kinds of interesting questions.
"Mr. Song, we are going to perform a dance for him at the Hou's house in Gao'an Township in a few days. Will you go?"
"Well, I'm not qualified to go to his banquet. It's a pity that I can't watch you dance. But I heard that you and Snu are both good at pan drumming. I really want to take a chance to watch it. "
When Feipeng heard that he couldn't go, he was a little disappointed and said, "If Mr. Song wants to see it, Feipeng will go back and tell Snu that she will definitely be willing to perform it specifically for Mr. Song."
Song Xin smiled gratefully and said, "That's really what I wish for. By the way, what are you going to perform?"
Feipeng said: "I heard that Mr. Zijian wrote a new poem recently. Master has been rehearsing these days. If he hadn't come out to find
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You and I will also participate today. "
"Oh, you ran out secretly?" Song Xin deliberately teased her.
Fei Peng's face turned red, and he immediately shook his head and said, "No, no, Master asked me to come..."
"Haha, I'm joking with you. Take these grapes and give them to your master and your sister to taste. Maybe your master won't punish you if he's happy."
"Mr. Song, can you take me to the rouge shop... Actually, Master asked me to come out and help everyone buy rouge..." Feipeng said like a child who made a mistake.
Song Xin laughed, "Hahaha, then I will take you to buy rouge, otherwise you go back empty-handed, what can I say?"
As soon as the two entered Dongshi, a group of cavalry suddenly passed by in the street without any sign of slowing down. Pedestrians on the street moved out of their way. The leader, wearing a flame-colored armor, walked majestically in front.
Song Xin frowned when she saw him, "Qian Jia? Why did he come to Xudu?"
The man on the horse was Qian Jia whom Song Xin met in Yanmen Village in Bingzhou. In addition to the soldiers behind him, there was also a young man about the same age as Song Xin. His face was a little pale and he looked sick. This young man was also accompanied by seven or eight men who looked like servants and guards.
Qianjia didn't notice Song Xin. After all, he hadn't seen him for a long time, and his appearance changed a lot. Watching the cavalry passing by, Feipeng asked, "Master Song, do you know him?"
Song Xin shook his head, "It's okay, let's go."
Song Xin took a carriage and went to Dongshi to buy rouge. When he arrived at the place agreed with Song Ya, he saw many people watching something from a distance. He smiled slightly, "People at this time also love to watch the excitement. It seems that this is something engraved in the national memory."
But as he got closer, he couldn't laugh anymore, because the people surrounding him were actually Song Ya and Liu Ling.
In the crowd, Song Ya was held up by two evil slaves, and another evil slave punched him in the stomach and face. Song Ya's face was already bruised and swollen, and his eyes were as bulging as bread. Behind these evil slaves stood a young man of about seventeen years old. It was the young man who was following Qianjia just now.
At this time, Song Ya's face was twisted with anger, and there was a red palm print on his cheek. Liu Ling was grabbed by the arms and pushed to the ground by two evil slaves. Her little face was stained with tears and dirt. .
The young master crossed his arms, bit his back molars, and said with a Bingzhou accent: "I just came to Xudu, and I just want this woman to accompany me for one night to relieve the fatigue of the journey. I unexpectedly met you, who is so short-sighted. You dare to hit me!?"
When Song Xin saw this scene, he jumped out of the car with a cold face, pushed aside the crowd and walked over. But when he reached the inner layer of the crowd, he was stopped by several tall evil slaves.
The evil slave warned in a domineering tone: "My young master has something to do, please don't approach him."
Song Xin didn't care about his warning. She didn't even look at him and said coldly: "Get out of the way."
The two evil slaves were stunned for a while, and then sneered in unison, thinking that they had heard wrongly. He turned around and revealed his thick arms, dangled them in front of Song Xin and said, "Are you going to die?"
At this time, in the middle of the crowd, the young master had already drawn the long sword from his waist and walked towards Song Ya.
"Today, I will cut off your ears and tongue, and then pick on your hand tendons to see if you still dare to do it!"
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