"No, no, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave." Chen Xian waved his hand and refused repeatedly, fearing that if he refused too late, he would be detained to eat. When eating at the Department of Internal Health, he was afraid of overeating and constipation.
The sky is still slightly bright, the red lanterns in Pingkangfang have gradually lit up, and the faint sound of gold, stone, silk and bamboo rises and falls with the evening breeze.
Xue Lu fell on the bed, listening to the sound of silk and bamboo outside. He also looked languid and had no energy.
He originally thought that by going to the Penglai Palace to perform music this time, he would be able to show his face in front of the saint. He had been a monk for seven or eight years and it was time for him to move his seat, but Concubine Li decided not to do so. The other two envoys brought the official prostitutes into the palace to have fun, and left him behind.
He was upstaged by two people who had only been serving as Jiaofang envoys for two or three years. It was really too much of a deception.
Thinking of this, he felt aggrieved. The more aggrieved he became, the less he wanted to take care of things, and he became more and more lazy and lackadaisical.
It was getting late, the dark twilight swept over him, and he fell asleep.
The sound of thumping footsteps hurriedly entered the room. He had a headache from the noise. He rubbed his forehead and yelled impatiently: "Get out of here, get away. If you make any noise again, I'll chop you up."
The footsteps stopped for a moment, and the person seemed to cower at the door for a moment, but he still persisted and said: "Sir, someone from the Internal Security Department is here."
"Who? Department of Internal Health!" Xue Lu jumped up from the bed with excitement, straightened his messy hair, slapped his cheeks a few times to wake himself up, put on some clothes at random, and pulled Shoes, walked out and asked: "Who is here and what are you here for?"
The man frowned, with a strange look on his face: "This is Major Ambassador Han from the Department of Internal Health. He also brought a young man with him. He ordered a table of flower wine and several flower girls."
Xue Lu's hurried steps out suddenly stopped, and he looked at the man as if he had seen a ghost: "Did you read that right? It's Young Ambassador Han, not Leng Shaoyin!!"
The man swallowed his saliva. If he hadn't seen Han Changmu several times, he would have thought that he was dazzled and recognized the wrong person. He nodded tremblingly, convincing himself that he was not mistaken, and his voice became more confident: "I didn't see it. Wrong, it’s Major Ambassador Han.”
Xue Lu's scalp was numb and he didn't have time to think about what happened. Young Ambassador Han, who had never been close to women, came to the church to drink wine. He quickly arranged his clothes and hair and hurried out. .
There are three four-story attics in the Jiaofang, named after the three characters "Feng", "Elegance" and "Song" respectively, to accommodate men with different needs.
Xue Lu walked against the light, straightening his clothes, and asked hurriedly: "Which building are Master Han and the others in?"
The man looked at Xue Lu's expression and carefully said two words: "Accord."
Xue Lu paused, pursed his lips and said nothing, then walked forward.
The man secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was not scolded, which meant that his arrangement was correct.
It was completely dark, and the wind blew through the corridor, causing the lanterns hanging under the corridor to sway violently. The lights flickered on and off, echoing the lingering and melancholy music in the building.
Xue Lu entered the elegant room, climbed up to the second floor, stood in front of the largest room for a moment, calmed down, and pushed the door in. When he saw Han Changmu, although he had expected it, he was still stunned. After a moment, he smiled affectionately and said, "I have seen the young ambassador before."
Han Changmu's back was stiff, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his hands. He was actually a little uncomfortable with such an occasion. The rich smell of powder made the tip of his nose itchy, and he couldn't help but want to hit him. sneeze.
Seeing Xue Lu pushing open the door and entering, he felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He pushed Hua Niang away from him, coughed lightly and said, "You are the envoy of the teaching here."
Xue Lu said with a smile: "Yes, I am Xue Lu, the envoy of the Jiaofang." He raised his eyes and glanced around, saw Han Changmu's embarrassment, and hurriedly helped Han Changmu out: "What music do you like to listen to, sir? arrange."
As he spoke, he waved his hand. Upon seeing this, the flower ladies immediately straightened up and sat on their knees in a dignified manner, no longer making any big movements.
Han Changmu finally relaxed a little, looked at Tuoba Fuyun, and said with a faint smile: "Brother Fuyun, is there any music you want to listen to? This is the Jiaofang, and there are many songs that are not available in the flower house outside. "
Tuoba Fuyun suddenly became interested, and he straightened up his crooked body. He tapped the table with his fingers and tilted his head with a smile: "I heard that there was a song in the previous dynasty called the Song of King Lanling Entering the Battle. I don't know if the teaching can do that." Does anyone know?"
Han Changmu was stunned for a moment. The song for King Lanling to enter the battle was a famous song of the previous dynasty, but Xuanzong of the previous dynasty issued an edict banning its performance. Since then, the score has been lost and has long since disappeared. Although a hundred years have passed, the performance of this song is no longer prohibited in the current dynasty. But because the music score was lost, no one could play it.
Xue Lu was also stunned for a moment. He looked at Tuoba Fuyun carefully and saw that this man was wearing a jade crown, with a face as white as jade and sharp edges, and a pair of dark pupils that seemed to be filled with clear water. He looked extremely handsome, but But there is not even a trace of powdery air.
He had been a Jiaofang envoy for many years, and he had a sharp eye. He could tell at a glance that although this man wore Dajing clothes, spoke Chinese very fluently, and his facial features were similar to those of Dajing people, he was definitely not a Dajing person.
Which country is this person from and why would he mention this song?
He looked at Han Changmu and saw that the man didn't indicate anything. He thought for a moment and then smiled and said: "Jiaofang once got the fragment of this song and tried to complete the duet, but he always felt that something was missing, so gradually I put it down, and if the adults want to hear it, the villain will call the prostitutes to come and have a try."
Tuoba Fuyun rubbed his hands excitedly and laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, it doesn't matter if it's not complete, it's better than nothing."
Xue Lu bowed again and then left to find a prostitute who could play this piece of music.
Han Changmu held the wine cup, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a faint smile: "Brother Fu Yunxian is quite familiar with the sounds of these gold, stone, silk, and bamboo."
Tuoba Fuyun laughed: "Brother Han, don't you know me? I have always been a dandy. I get a headache when I see words with words. I only like these beauties dancing and playing music." As he said that, he was really beside me. The flower girl touched her chest.
Han Changmu couldn't bear to look directly, lowered his head and grinned.
After not seeing him for many years, this guy's acting skills have improved a lot.
He looked up again and his expression was as usual. He took a bite of the snack from Hua Niang's hand and asked calmly: "Who in your building can play the song of Prince Lanling entering the battle?"
The flower girl showed disdain, but in an instant she changed her face to a charming smile: "There is only one person in the building who can play that music, but she is extremely ugly. Mr. Xue is afraid that she will disturb the distinguished guests, so he makes her She is not allowed to come forward easily when doing odd jobs in the backyard."
Han Changmu said softly, and he suddenly became interested. His voice was a little high: "Are you born extremely ugly?"
Tuoba Fuyun filled his mouth with snacks and asked a series of questions with unclear words: "Shouldn't there be beauties in the temple? Why are there ugly ones? How ugly are they? Are they more beautiful than they are?"
The flower lady covered her face with her fan, revealing only a pair of shy and shy eyes. She smiled coquettishly and said, "Oh sir, don't ask me any more questions. You will have nightmares at night."
Tuoba Fuyun hugged Hua Niang into his arms and laughed loudly: "What are you afraid of having nightmares? I have a strong yang energy. I will sleep with you in my arms to make sure you don't have nightmares."
While they were joking and talking, there was a knock on the door. Xue Lu reported outside: "Master Han, I've brought it here."
Han Changmu coughed lightly: "Come in."
The door opened with a creak, and Xue Lu brought in a thirty-four or five-year-old prostitute. Her bun was hanging low by her ears. There were no hairpins, only two bright red silk ribbons hanging down from the back of her bun. , the face is covered with a veil, no ugliness can be seen, the exposed eyes are as quiet as a deep pool, with a few fine lines in the corners of the eyes, adding a sense of wind and frost.
Xue Lu pointed to the seat under the window: "Ruan Jun, go and sit down there."
The prostitute didn't say anything, she just walked to the window with her head lowered, and sat on the floor with her pipa in her arms.
The wind blew in through the open window, slightly lifting a corner of the veil on her face.
They had just learned from Hua Niang that this prostitute was extremely ugly. Both Han Changmu and Tuoba Fuyun stared at her veil with great interest. The corner was lifted, revealing a smooth and small chin.
It's not ugly. It looks quite refined. Ruan Jun's name is also quite elegant.
The two of them thought the same thing.
Xue Lu was actually a little frightened. This prostitute named Ruan Jun had disfigured her face. She should have been expelled from the church and left to fend for herself. However, she was quite talented in music and many people came to teach her. The adults in the shop all loved her music very much, and the pipa in his hand was like the sound of nature, which was amazing. He couldn't bear to throw away this money tree, so he kept it. If a husband asked her to sing her music, Let her treat guests with this face.
But since the beating that ruined her face, she may have lost her temper and her temper has improved. Eight times out of ten times when she entertains guests, she is stubborn and refuses to go. Fortunately, she is in a good mood today. She just mentioned it and hugged her. Pipa is here.
Xue Lu was afraid that the prostitute would be stubborn again after a long delay. In order to avoid a long night and many dreams, he hurriedly asked the prostitute to play the music quickly. After the performance, he quickly left: "Jun Ruan, you two adults want to listen to King Lanling." Please play the entrance song."
Ruan Jun did not speak, but just nodded slightly. The wind blew through the two silk ribbons, as if two fires were swaying and circling.
She raised her hand and flicked it, and a string of simple and melodious sounds came to her fingertips. The surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of the wind stopped.
As soon as the pipa played, Tuoba Fuyun straightened up immediately, the laziness on his face completely faded away. The more he listened, the more he leaned forward, with a look of shock on his face.
Han Changmu was also stunned.
He had never heard this piece of music before. He only read the phrase "the remaining sound is exciting" recorded in the book. Only when he heard the prostitute playing it did he know what the word "exciting" meant.
This is not an ordinary sound of metal and stone. It is a ringing and graceful sound. The majestic atmosphere of thousands of troops is unstoppable, solemn and vigorous, sweeping away everything in the world.
