Zhao Ping thought for a moment and bowed to the store owner: "This chime?"
"The chimes are definitely not for sale." Before he could finish the words, the store owner had already refused, "This item is the store's most treasured treasure."
He said it so seriously, and he was obviously anxious, afraid that he would agree if he was not careful.
Zhao Ping's song "Guangling San" just now made him lose his previous calmness.
"Of course the chimes are a national treasure of China, but they have a flaw." Zhao Ping looked at the row of chimes in front of him and shook his head.
The shopkeeper bowed his hand and asked in confusion: "In the entire Song Dynasty, and even in the whole world, apart from the imperial palace, only the rare shop has chimes. Why does the young man have such an idea?"
"Of course chimes are extremely precious because they are very rare." Zhao Ping confirmed the store's statement, and then changed his tone, "But chimes are basically rare now. It can be said that they have been basically replaced by silk and bamboo instruments such as guqin, pipa, and guzheng. . Dare I ask the shopkeeper if he knows the whole story?"
The store owner was surprised. He thought that only his family had chimes, but he never thought about the scarcity of chimes.
"Young gentleman, I hope you can give me some advice." The store owner no longer dared to look down on Zhao Ping, he bowed his hands and asked respectfully.
While returning the gift, Zhao Ping looked away from the chimes and said to the store: "The chimes are crisp, sweet, long lasting, and magnificent. These are its advantages, but it also has an obvious shortcoming, that is, there are too few pieces of music."
"Is this the reason why chime bells were lost?" The store owner fell into deep thought and suddenly realized: "I understand, thank you for your advice."
Zhao Ping smiled slightly and bowed his hands: "Seller, can you give me a try?"
"Young gentleman, please." The shopkeeper was extremely impressed at this moment, and raised his hands in a respectful gesture of invitation.
He stood aside, burning incense although he did not bathe.
Those who can play chimes are certainly worthy of respect.
Logically, I should take a shower, but it was too late.
The chime is so huge that it takes up at least a room.
Zeng Yihou has a total of sixty-five pieces, with a total weight of more than 5,000 kilograms. Including beams, columns and other components, the copper weight reaches more than 100,000 kilograms. This is unique in the history of world musical instruments.
Of course, there are not so many in the Qizhen Tower, but there are still seventeen pieces, weighing almost ten thousand kilograms, and occupying a small room.
Chime bells are extremely expensive, and it is difficult for non-nobles and royal families to afford them, so there is a theory of bells and tripods.
Zhao Ping took a breath to calm down, picked up the gavel, and started striking the chimes.
The soundproofing effect of the small room is excellent, and you can clearly hear the music played by Zhao Ping.
As Zhao Ping struck, crisp and melodious music came out, full of a strong sense of rhythm.
Hearing this music, several onlookers could not help waving their long sleeves and dancing.
Cuizhu, Huang Xiaoniu, Wang Guo'er and others also wanted to dance to the music, but in the end they were forced to ban it.
When several spectators saw that no one else was dancing, they had to stop dancing and hold each other's hands, looking very embarrassed.
The shop owner also wanted to dance, but when he saw Zhao Ping's extremely solemn and solemn playing, he had to suppress this impulse.
There was a lingering sound, and it finally ended leisurely.
The store owner breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his face. He finally didn't have to make a fool of himself.
The music was so enchanting that he almost couldn't stop dancing.
At this time, the store owner looked solemn and bowed to Zhao Ping respectfully: "Young gentleman, may I ask what the name of this song is?"
""Qing Tu Shanghe Tu"." Zhao Ping bowed his hands and smiled lightly.
The shopkeeper licked his mouth, and a strong impulse made him speak: "Xiao Langjun, do you have the music score?"
"I'm sorry, I can only play but not music." Zhao Ping was still a little embarrassed.
The store owner couldn't help but be disappointed. There were very few chime scores.
Now the young man in front of me finally played a song, but unfortunately he couldn't write the music score.
Could it be that the young man in front of me was using this as an excuse, as he clearly didn’t want to give the music score.
Seeing the suspicious look in the store's eyes, Zhao Ping bowed his hand and said with a straight face: "My mother can write music scores and will deliver them in a few days."
The store owner was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly put "Guangling San" into Zhao Ping's hand.
It is certainly worth exchanging a copy of "Guangling San" that is not an original copy for "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" that I have never heard of.
The onlookers nearby looked at Zhao Ping and couldn't help but shake their heads.
Zhao Ping exchanged his unique "Qing Tu Shang He Tu" for "Guang Ling San" which is no longer an independent copy. He obviously suffered a big loss.
Zhao Ping knew their thoughts well, but Deng and the others dismissed them.
Although "Guangling San" is no longer an isolated copy, it still has extremely high cultural relic value.
It is a work written by Jikang himself, one of the "Eight Scholars in the Bamboo Forest", and it is also his only musical work left in the world.
From this perspective, it is also a unique copy.
The store owner felt embarrassed when he saw everyone's laughing looks.
In fact, he had no choice. Zhao Ping was so right. The chime bells were lost because there was no music score.
If Zhao Ping takes the opportunity to propose an exchange for something, he will agree.
Zhao Ping actually felt that he did not lose money. After all, his mother was a music lover.
In my mother's eyes, this is the only copy. This is one of the best ways to honor my mother.
But it's still not enough. The music score alone is not enough. There must be a Jiaowei Qin. This is the real only copy.
Only when the two are given to mother together can they complement each other.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ping picked up the mallet and continued to play.
With Zhao Ping's tapping, everyone seemed to be in the palace.
Although this was just a voice, everyone present felt that the magnificent, solemn and solemn scene rushed into their minds, making people immediately feel a sense of admiration.
All of them suddenly seemed to stop breathing, straightened their clothes, straightened their chests, and looked extremely serious and solemn.
As the store owner listened, tears flowed out unknowingly.
When he finally heard Zhao Ping finish playing, he felt that he was freed from the embarrassment, because the cold expression on his face was obviously his own tears.
He was so excited, it felt like a thousand-mile horse meeting Bole.
No, this is not a Chollima meeting Bole, but a Bole meeting a Chollima.
He wiped it with his sleeves, straightened his clothes, and saluted Zhao Ping respectfully, his eyes full of passion: "May I ask, Mr. Young Master, what is the name of this song?"
"Don't dare, this song is "The Majesty of Cining Palace"." Zhao Ping said in his mouth while returning the courtesy and withdrawing from the solemn and solemn feeling just now.
"No wonder it's so sacred and majestic as the royal family. May I ask if there is any music score?" The shopkeeper bowed again and asked cautiously while looking at Zhao Ping.
Although he suppressed himself, everyone present could hear the trembling in his tone.
If the "Qingtu Shanghe Tu" just now is a perfect match, then this "The Majesty of Cining Palace" is a perfect match.
Chime bells are originally palace instruments. If "A Riverside Scene of the Qing Dynasty" is a lady, then "The Majesty of Cining Palace" is a queen who embodies the world. The status of the two is completely different.
If the chime bell was given its shape by predecessors, Zhao Ping's "The Majesty of Cining Palace" gave it its agility and temperament.
Without Zhao Ping's "The Majesty of Cining Palace", the chimes are basically decorations, basically dead objects.
Only "The Majesty of Cining Palace" can make it fully alive.
Chime bells can be rebuilt if they are lost, but "The Majesty of Cining Palace" is the only option.
Compared with the chimes in front of us, Zhao Ping's "The Majesty of Cining Palace" is the truly unique copy.
Cuizhu and others naturally did not understand this meaning, but there were certainly people present who understood this and couldn't help but look towards Zhao Ping.
The store owner wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He was afraid that Zhao Ping would disagree, so he looked at Zhao Ping eagerly.
Zhao Ping smiled slightly: "I don't have the music score. I only have my mother compose the music and send it to me."
Seeing that Zhao Ping agreed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Please choose one of the musical instruments here." He bowed his hands to Zhao Ping and made a gesture of invitation.
Zhao Ping was extremely filial. He came to Jiao Weiqin and bowed to Jiao Weiqin respectfully: "This is it."
Zhao Ping made this choice, and everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
These people are either music players or musicians.
Although they don't have chimes, they might as well come here to listen to "The Majesty of Cining Palace" in the future.
"Okay, I'll give this to Xiao Langjun." The store owner wrapped the Jiaoweiqin himself and placed it in a large wooden box.
After the bandage was done, the storekeeper bowed his hand and said to Zhao Ping: "Xiao Langjun, the Jiaowei Qin has been bandaged, and you can take it away anytime you have the music score."
Zhao Ping nodded, of course such a precious thing should be placed here.
The gift for his mother is available, but Zhao Ping still hopes to get the jade flute.
The jade flute is also extremely precious, and it must be something that can impress the store before it can be exchanged. But what kind of music is it?
Zhao Ping came out of the small house, took the jade flute, and walked around looking for inspiration.
When he came to the painting area, he saw a painting of a lady flapping butterflies.
This lady is young, only fifteen or sixteen years old.
Zhao Ping suddenly had inspiration, and a "Shepherd's Song" suddenly splashed out from the jade flute.
People seem to see the sun rising slowly from a high mountain, the spring is warm, wild flowers are blooming, dogs are jumping, and sheep are running.
A little shepherd lady was happily jumping around and humming a tune while shepherding the sheep.
The whole song is full of youthful vitality and life, reaching an ethereal realm.
This kind of music that makes people feel very happy immediately made many ladies and literati stop and listen to Zhao Ping's performance.
Cuizhu and Huang Xiaoniu looked at Zhao Ping with their eyes intoxicated.
The shopkeeper also listened to the music, shook his head and moved his right hand to the rhythm, nodded, and then said: "Xiao Langjun has never heard this music before. It is novel and beautiful, ethereal and joyful. It makes people feel as comfortable as drinking the spring breeze all over their body." Smart. You can exchange the music score for the jade flute."
"The boy can only play the flute, but can't compose music. But I am willing to trade the music score for this jade flute. Can you wait a few days?" Zhao Ping said still embarrassedly.
The shopkeeper looked at him for a few times, nodded and then suddenly shook his head and said: "I can't guarantee this. After all, there are many people who want Yudi. If there is something suitable, they may be exchanged."
Hearing this, Zhao Ping felt strange. Could it be that in the eyes of the store, the jade flute was more important than "The Majesty of Cining Palace"?
"Then I'd like to thank the shopkeeper here first. I want to ask the shopkeeper about something." Although Zhao Ping felt strange, he didn't have time to think about it, so he arched his hands and said.
Seeing that Zhao Ping didn't force him to keep the jade flute, the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What's the matter with Mr. Xiao Lang?"
"Qin Hui's authentic work." Finally able to inquire, Zhao Ping suppressed his excitement, his eyes were full of light, and he looked at the store with all his attention.
The shopkeeper nodded and took Zhao Ping to the calligraphy area.
Zhao Ping looked at it and couldn't help but be disappointed. There were many authentic works of Qin Hui, but there was no allegiance letter.
Zhao Ping also knows that the letter of allegiance has a great influence and the store will not show it to the public easily.
After thinking about it, he covered his mouth, pointed his ears at the store, and shook his head: "The store, it's not these."
"It's not these, but which ones are they?" The store owner looked at Zhao Ping with confusion on his face and asked.
Zhao Ping gritted his teeth, covered his mouth, and said flatly to the shopkeeper: "Does the shopkeeper have a letter of allegiance to Qin Hui here?"
