This piano sound is so familiar, it is "Butterfly Lovers".
The sound of the piano is not only familiar, but the person who plays it is extremely skilled. It is full of soothing and affectionate music, which makes people indulge in it unconsciously.
Squeak, Zhao Ping couldn't help but push open the moon door and walked toward the sound of the piano like a man possessed.
There are two worlds inside and outside. One side is the world of flowers and willow trees, and the other side is the world of yellow oak trees and green bamboos. They are completely separated by paths.
Zhao Ping kept looking at both sides while listening to the piano.
What surprised him was that there were many paintings and calligraphy hanging under the willow tree.
The calligraphy font is graceful and elegant, quite in the style of Li Qingzhao, and it was obviously written by a woman.
Moreover, the lyrics are also written by Li Qingzhao's "Dian Rou Lips·Play on the Swing" and "Ru Meng Ling·Chang Ji Xiting Sunset".
What surprised Zhao Ping was that this person integrated calligraphy and painting. As the saying goes, there are paintings within the words and words within the paintings.
"Dian Rou Lip·Playing on the Swing" depicts a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl playing on the swing.
"Ru Meng Ling·Chang Ji Xi Pavilion Sunset" shows a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl picking lotus flowers. Looking at her dazed look, she is obviously lost.
Zhao Ping carefully looked at the young ladies in the two paintings, as if he had seen them before somewhere.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but be startled when he thought of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Could this be the painful garden?
Is it true that the person who plays the piano is in pain?
Zhao Ping became more and more surprised. Pain Pain was today's bride, so she must not be disturbed.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ping was about to turn around and exit.
Suddenly there was a "puff" sound, coming from the maid leading the way outside.
Zhao Ping was a little angry that she brought him to the bride's garden, but he felt it was wrong.
If it's pain, why aren't Cuizhu, Zhao Yiniang, and Bai Song here?
Obviously the bride is not in pain here, so who is?
Zhao Ping raised his head and looked far away, only to see the back of a young lady about thirteen years old. She seemed to have no idea about her arrival and was completely immersed in the world of "Butterfly Lovers".
Although it was not painful, she was a female family member after all, so Zhao Ping decided to quit.
Zhao Ping was about to quit when he was suddenly stunned by a painting.
Because the owner of this painting is none other than Zhao Ping himself.
Obviously the person who painted is not in pain, but also knows himself.
Because this painting shows Zhao Ping kicking the banana ball, the wonderful moment when Zhao Ping kicked the banana ball is vividly painted.
It seems that the person who painted the picture must be from Jiading, because only those who have seen themselves playing Cuju in Jiading know about banana balls.
Who is this person? Zhao Ping wanted to see this talented little lady more and more.
About fifty steps away from here, there is a lush yellow oak tree that completely blocks the strong sunlight.
Under the shade of the yellow oak tree, there is a pavilion with four stone tables in total.
On one of the stone tables, there was a young lady playing the piano seriously, and she was accompanied by two little maids about eleven years old.
It seems that this is a young lady from a wealthy family, and only a wealthy family can cultivate a young lady with extraordinary talents in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
There is also a Go board and two boxes of chess pieces on another stone table.
Zhao Ping felt a little bitter in his heart. His weakest skill was chess. Chess was pretty good, but he could barely play Go, so he would most likely not be the match for this young lady.
The young lady still didn't notice Zhao Ping's arrival, because she continued to play "Butterfly Lovers" amidst the smoke.
The song was finally played, but Zhao Ping could not see her true face in Lushan because she was wearing a curtain.
Although I can't see clearly, the outline seems to be that the skin is very fair and the facial features are good.
When the two little maids saw Zhao Ping coming, they said a blessing together: "I've seen you, please call me."
Zhao Ping hurriedly stepped forward to return the gift. It seemed that the two little maids knew him.
There are four stone tables here, one of which is for the lady to play the piano, one for a chessboard, one for tea, and one for a book.
A little maid poured the tea with her movements as light as running water. She brought the tea cup to Zhao Ping and Wan Fu bowed and said, "I would like to invite you to have some tea."
Zhao Ping returned the gift while drinking tea and asked: "Those calligraphy and paintings are good, who made the calligraphy and painting?"
The two little maids glanced at the young lady, nodded, stepped forward and said, "Of course it was my young lady who did it."
Zhao Ping stepped forward and bowed to the young lady, saying: "The young lady is excellent at playing chess, calligraphy and painting, which puts Ping to shame."
The young lady hurriedly returned the gift, and spoke out slowly in a voice like an oriole: "The man you are asking for is a man who is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, which makes this young lady feel ashamed."
Another little maid made a "puff" sound and said, "My little lady is not only proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she can also write storybooks."
After speaking, she pointed to a book on the stone table.
The young lady hurriedly stopped the little maid and said: "Chao Qinglang's "Dream of Red Mansions" and "Journey to the West" have made the world recall them endlessly. It is difficult for Chao Qinglang to appreciate these vulgar works."
Zhao Ping couldn't help but sweat after hearing this. She clearly pirated it, but in her eyes, it turned out to be a masterpiece, but now she had no choice but to acquiesce.
Since the other party's book is placed here, it is obvious that he wants to appreciate it.
So Zhao Ping bowed to the young lady, pointed at the book and asked, "Can you take a look at such a masterpiece?"
The young lady returned the gift with great luck, nodded and said: "I'm going to ask you to please me, I'm afraid the content is crude, but the smile is generous."
Zhao Ping opened it and took a look. It turned out that it had not been printed yet and was still a handwritten copy. However, the fonts were neat and elegant, which obviously took a lot of effort.
The book does not have a signed author, only the title "Forgotten Flowers in Weiyang". Zhao Ping estimates that it has about 10,000 words.
The content of the book may be influenced by "The Classic of Mountains and Seas". It tells a vigorous love story between Hua Weiyang, the princess of the demon emperor of the demon world, and Baili Wangchuan, the son of the emperor of heaven.
In the story, Hua Weiyang and Baili Wangchuan went through many hardships and misunderstandings, and the two broke through all the conspiracies and obstructions of the Emperor of the Immortal World and the Demon Emperor of the Demon World, and finally became a couple of gods and immortals.
Zhao Ping was reading seriously, but the other three were not idle either.
The three of them carefully looked at Zhao Ping's expression to see if they could draw anything?
Especially that little lady, while drinking tea, she looked at Zhao Ping's expression. It was obvious that she was extremely uneasy in her heart.
After reading it for about half an hour, Zhao Ping finally finished it.
Zhao Ping saw that the person painted here, except himself, was expected to be the current young lady.
There are only two characters in the painting, namely himself and the young lady in front of him. It just so happens that there are only two protagonists in the story in the book, one is Hua Weiyang and the other is Baili Wangchuan.
This is definitely not a coincidence, but what does it imply?
Could it be that all this is arranged by this little lady?
Although I haven't seen her true face in Lushan, she should be good.
Coupled with her ability to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting, she is indeed a young lady with both talent and appearance.
Zhao Ping looked at her, then looked at the painting, and then flipped through the book.
Zhao Ping found that the little lady seemed to have lost her original composure, lowering her head and pinching the hem of her skirt.
Although she was holding the hem of her skirt, she still looked at herself from time to time.
It seems that she hopes to get the answer from herself, and it is the answer she hopes to get.
Unfortunately, judging from the book "Forgotten Flowers", the love she pursues is similar to the kind of love between one man and one woman in later generations.
He already has two concubines, Xilingzhu and Wang Jiuniang. Although Cuizhu didn't say it explicitly, he only had himself in his heart.
The key point is that these three are all arranged by my mother. Can I disobey my mother's orders?
Obviously, it was impossible for him to disobey his mother's orders.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ping felt relieved, holding the book and said: "The book is indeed a good book, the story is poignant and touching, and it is what people yearn for."
Zhao Ping confirmed, and saw that the faces of the two maids were full of excitement and their faces were red.
Zhao Ping then flipped through the book again and sighed: "The Huns have not been expelled, so why do we call home? Today, the Hu people in the north are pressing down on the border, and they are going to destroy the Song Dynasty. Drive out the Hu barbarians and return China to us. There are Huns in the Han Dynasty. Today there is Mongolia. A hundred miles away from the Forgotten River, I can’t do it for the time being.”
The two maids suddenly turned pale, and the young lady was on the verge of collapse.
"The wedding is about to start, we'll talk about it later. Take your leave, kid!"
After saying that, Zhao Ping bowed to the young lady and walked out of "Qinyuan" without looking back.
"Meng Po lives on the other side of the Wangchuan River, and her marriage in the previous life was put aside. The soup was stained with tears on her lips, and she turned around and threw herself into the Wangchuan River!"
A poem full of sorrow came to Zhao Ping's ears. Zhao Ping swayed a few times after hearing it, but he did not look back in the end.
He knew that if he looked back, he might stay forever.
Zhao Ping had just left, and that little lady could no longer hold on.
She fell to the stone floor with a "bang bang", and the two maids stepped forward to help her up while crying.
A little maid cried and said, "Don't Zhao Ping understand the little lady's hard work?"
It was obvious that Zhao Ping had made their little lady sad, so he didn't say anything to the court official and simply called him by his first name.
Another maid cried and shook her head and said, "Zhao Ping has read this book and obviously understands what the young lady means. But what he said is that the Huns have not been expelled, so why do we have a home?"
The maid looked at the book, glanced at Zhao Ping who had gone away, wiped away her tears and asked: "How can the Hu people be expelled in a short time? Does he want the young lady to wait for him all his life?"
Another maid also wiped away her tears and said, "The young lady should take down the curtain. Zhao Ping may be moved by the young lady's peerless appearance and leave it behind."
The maid shook her head, hesitated for a while and said, "Zhao Ping also has a personal maid, and I heard that her appearance is not much different from that of the young lady."
Another maid pointed her finger at her lips and said, "Shhhh, keep your voice down, don't irritate the little lady. Although she looks good, is she as talented as our little lady?"
The little maid thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's true. I've never heard of that maid playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, let alone a storybook. The only woman in the world who can write a storybook is probably our little lady. ”
The other little maid looked at everything in front of her and asked the other maid: "The little lady has spent several days thinking about it and made all kinds of arrangements, but she didn't expect this result. What should I do?"
