Ziyun Yanqing Tower.
After Li Longji sat and forgot about it for half a day, he did feel his body relaxed.
He was indeed quite satisfied with the fact that Zhang Bian and Li Mi introduced him to the real person Jingxuan.
Just when he opened his eyes, the servants were already rushing towards him, saying: "Sage, tributes from Hebei have arrived."
Hearing this, Li Longji stroked his beard and smiled, saying: "After the Ghost Festival, I will return to Chang'an. What tribute does Hu'er have to send to Zhongnan Mountain?"
"Replying to the sage, these are tribute peaches from Raoyang County. I arrived in Chang'an this morning. They may not be fresh, so I sent them here."
"Hu'er is interested." Li Longji smiled happily, "The imperial concubine loves these the most. Send them to her quickly. Bring some more and give them to the masters to try."
"According to the order."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."
Not long after, Gao Lishi personally carried the tray upstairs to divide the peaches.
When he arrived in front of Li Mi, the young Taoist priest stood up and took the peach with both hands. He was polite but still had the demeanor of an outsider, and his movements were very measured.
Li Bi has real talent and knowledge, and his recent explanations of Taoism have even convinced the saints. He has been ordered to wait for imperial edicts and enshrine him in the East Palace.
This means that the Taoists who curry favor with the saints for the East Palace have finally reaped huge rewards. It is also inseparable from the joint efforts of Gao Lishi and Zhang Bian to speak good words for the East Palace.
At the same time, baskets of tribute peaches were brought into Zongsheng Palace and sent to Concubine Yang's residence.
They were cut off with their branches and leaves attached, and were sent by postcoach that traveled thousands of miles a day. They were still carrying dew.
This means that An Lushan and the Youxiang Mansion behind him are by no means inferior in pleasing the saint, and they are even worse.
After all, the most important thing is to make Concubine Yang happy, and Concubine Yang prefers to taste such seasonal fruits.
An Lushan's tribute is far more than this. Recently, the saint has often said, "Wait until August and see what Hu'er brings." For this reason, he has lost interest in playing dominoes and reading stories...
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In autumn, I sit in Jin Zhang Pavilion, and it is cloudy and closed during the day.
There is no heat in Zhongnan Mountain on a cloudy day. In the house, there are several tribute peaches on a jade plate.
Yang Yuyao had already tasted one at noon, but her mind was not on the delicious food at this time. She sat in front of the bronze mirror, took a satisfied look at her unpainted face, and then glanced outside the room.
Finally, the door creaked open, and Mingzhu came in with Xue Bai.
"who?"
Yang Yuyao turned away and asked lazily.
"Ms. Yao, it's Mr. Xue Langjun who's here."
"He is willing to come. I waited for a long time yesterday in vain. I shouldn't be worthy of meeting Xue Langcai."
Mingzhu glanced at Xue Bai and signaled him to take care of himself, and Wanfu stepped back.
Xue Bai said: "Lu Xuan is watching us. Only after we get rid of him can I dare to come."
"Which one?"
"The censor who slandered our relationship on Yuanye."
"Why did he slander me?" Yang Yuyao couldn't help but smile, and turned around and said, "Tell me, how did he slander me?"
Xue Bai avoided her eyes and did not answer. His expression was serious and slightly reserved.
Yang Yuyao's eyes lit up, and she took his hand and said, "It's all because Yuhuan is soft-hearted, cutting the grass but not the root, not getting rid of this... who's going to do it?"
"Lu Xuan. Don't forget it, he has been eliminated."
"You look like a harmless person, but when you open your mouth, you are causing harm. You are really a monster. Come here and let me see, have you been bullied by Princess Yuzhen recently?"
"No, I'm busy organizing the kings, princesses, and princes-in-law."
Yang Yuyao couldn't help but laugh and said: "I heard that I owe General Gao another favor. But it's strange, why are these people always so mean?"
"Maybe I really did it?"
"Just like others slandering our relationship, are they all true?"
"Um."
Xue Bai nodded seriously.
Yang Yuyao felt more and more amused, her eyes moved with amusement, she took his hand and whispered: "My sisters live in the courtyard. They went to a banquet. I won't be able to stay long and I have to go there."
She probably wanted to say that it was inconvenient today, but she didn't say it. Anyway, she just wanted to get close to him for a while.
Even Xue Bai doesn't quite understand this kind of woman's thoughts.
"Try this." Yang Yuyao held up a tribute peach, "This peach is called 'Yanhong Peach'. It is indeed delicious, juicy and sweet..."
Halfway through her words, she raised her eyes, looked into Xue Bai's eyes for a while, and suddenly said: "You are a little different from the past."
"How is it different?"
Yang Yuyao couldn't tell at first, but she could clearly feel the change in Xue Bai's aura. After thinking about it, he hesitated and said: "It seems... a bit domineering?"
"Um?"
Inexplicably, Yang Yuyao lowered her head under his gaze, feeling the shyness of a girl she had not seen for a long time.
She thought that today would be an inconvenience, so she asked, "Shall I peel the peach for you?"
"Don't peel the peach."
Yang Yuyao had to rush to the banquet. Knowing that it was too late, she gently pushed Xue Bai as if to refuse, but in the end she did not say that it was inconvenient for her.
What she was wearing today was also a Taoist robe, with a plain color. In fact, it matched her unpainted face better than the usual bright and flimsy shawl. A belt ties her slender waist, which outlines her figure even more.
The same Taoist robe looked pure and beautiful when worn on Li Tengkong, but Yang Yuyao looked even fuller when she was wrapped in it.
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Where Yang Yuhuan's eyes fell, Zhang Yunrong quickly stepped forward and picked up a red peach. The peach was so big that she couldn't hold it in her delicate hand.
The thin pink peel is peeled off, revealing the attractive white flesh inside, which is even and plump.
Zhang Yunrong moved gently and carefully peeled it clean. Only the flesh on the top of the peach was red and had a fruity fragrance.
"give it to me."
Yang Yuhuan took it and took a small bite. He felt that the flesh was tender and melted in his mouth, with plenty of juice and a lingering fragrance in his mouth.
She was actually a bit greedy. When she encountered such delicious food, her eyes unconsciously showed a satisfied expression. She was so beautiful that Zhang Yunrong was stunned. He quickly handed over the handkerchief and wiped the stains running down the corners of her mouth. Peach juice.
"The imperial concubine eats like a child."
Yang Yuhuan ate for a long time, then spat out the peach core that she had sucked clean, and her small and casual movements looked charming.
In the hall, Xu Hezi, Xie Aman, Xue Qiongqiong and others were still discussing the new singing method, but in the end they couldn't come up with it.
Yang Yuhuan let Zhang Yunrong wash her hands and asked with a smile: "Why doesn't Third Sister come? When it comes time to use her, she is nowhere to be seen."
"I'm afraid he fell asleep in the house, so I'll go and fetch him."
"She has a big show, I will invite her." Yang Yuhuan stood up with a smile and said to everyone: "You guys can discuss it, I will ask someone to ask the lyricist."
She didn't want a crowd of maids to follow her, so she carried her skirt all the way to the annex of the three ladies of the country.
In the annex, Mingzhu hurriedly greeted her and was about to speak.
"Concubine."
"Is Third Sister asleep? I'll call her."
Yang Yuhuan climbed up the steps, and suddenly, he faintly heard Yang Yuyao's cry from inside.
"I can't control it anymore... I can't control it anymore..."
"Third sister? What happened?"
The sound in the room suddenly disappeared.
Yang Yuhuan was worried about her sister, so she motioned to Mingzhu to open the door, entered the room, walked around the screen, and saw that the curtain was still shaking.
Opening it up, Yang Yuyao was lying on her back, her hair in a messy bun, sweat on the white back of her neck, and she was still breathing slightly.
"After waiting for most of the day, the third sister refuses to go to the banquet. What are you doing sitting in the room?"
"Asleep." Yang Yuyao yawned.
"Look at this sweat, isn't it hot?"
"Not hot."
"Did you hear Third Sister shouting outside the door just now?"
"I," Yang Yuyao hesitated for a moment, "I had a nightmare."
"Oh? What dream?"
"There was a monster... who was very arrogant and couldn't control it for a while."
Yang Yuhuan smiled, turned around and played with the tribute peaches on the table, and said, "I guess the third sister read Xue Bai's story, and she thinks about it every day and dreams about it at night?"
"I guess so."
"Speaking of Xue Bai, he has recently composed several lyrics for Princess Yuzhen's master and apprentice, all with new rhythms and tunes."
"Yeah?"
"We have been studying for a long time, but we have not been able to sing a complete song. Why don't Third Sister recruit him to ask?"
Yang Yuyao stretched out her white and tender arms, picked up the Taoist robe that fell on the ground, and asked, "Me? Should I recruit him?"
"The saint is busy practicing Taoism, why don't I summon foreign ministers in the name of your concubine?"
"Then... Mingzhu, go to Yuhua Temple and invite Xue Bai."
Behind the screen, Mingzhu seemed a little flustered and froze for a moment, then Wanfu said: "Yes."
"Princess Yuzhen's master and apprentice were at my banquet and said that he was not in Yuhua Temple today."
"I don't know where he went. Maybe where he met the kings?" Yang Yuyao said, "I'll let people find him. You go back to the banquet and wait for a while. I'll be here soon."
"Okay." Yang Yuhuan smiled and said, "Third sister also knows that I like music. These new words can keep me entertained for a long time."
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Poetry has always been inseparable from music. Many Yuefu poems are originally songs, and poems in the prosperous Tang Dynasty are also songs. Five-character and seven-character poems often have fixed tunes.
There will also be new tunes, because saints and noble concubines like them very much. In recent years, there are often new monastic music. The literati wrote lyrics according to this tune, which is the meaning of the three characters "Cipai name".
Others just wrote lyrics according to the tune, but Xue Bai composed several new songs casually.
The layman may not take it seriously, but for people who love songs, it is nothing less than a feast.
At the banquet, Li Jilan carefully pushed the cup away from his eyes, spread out the colored paper, and wrote down the words and sentences that suddenly came to his mind.
After listening to the famous singer Xue Bai's new lyrics, she already had many ideas, as if she had discovered a treasure and wanted to take this and that.
She thought to herself, no wonder Xue Lang said that the operas he wrote were a bit too neat. Only by listening to these varied lyrics can he write operas as full of fragrance as "Farewell at the Long Pavilion"...
"Ji Lanzi, you said that Xue Lang handed these lyrics to you casually?" Xie Aman suddenly came over and asked, "Did you really not explain the others?"
Li Jilan heard the question again, nodded and said: "Yes, Mr. Xue is unparalleled in talent, and words like this are normal."
"How to sing it?" Xie Aman was a little troubled, and murmured: "Among the several songs, "Huanxisha" is the simplest. It has 42 characters in both regular and double tunes. It is only slightly different from the Jiaofang song, but the others are the simplest. Each song is more difficult than the last.”
Xu Hezi also came over to discuss it and said: ""Die Lian Hua" is still simple."
As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and opened his mouth to try singing again.
"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy."
Although he only sang these few lines, the heavenly voice reached his ears. Li Jilan felt pimples on his arms. He thought to himself, what would happen if Xu Hezi sang a whole play?
This is the imperial concubine's banquet, where you can hear famous artists singing new songs at any time.
"Has Yongxin found the feeling?"
Following this oriole-like voice, Yang Yuhuan turned back to the banquet and said: "It may take a long time for the lyricist to come, but we can try to sing it again."
"You can try it."
Xue Qiongqiong then sat down in front of the guzheng and gently raised her bare hands to pluck the strings. She is the number one guzheng player in the palace and plays the guzheng extremely well.
The music started and Xu Hezi spoke again.
Xie Aman held up her skirt, rushed into the hall with small steps, and danced lightly.
"In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, there is no word to say who will remain silent."
Li Tengkong looked at this scene and was stunned again.
She had actually heard these words a few days ago, and used her Taoist cultivation to suppress her emotions, but now when she saw their performance, she had a different feeling.
I also had a lot of weird ideas that I shouldn’t have.
"Even these beautiful women like his words? But who did he write them for?"
"Teng Kongzi, you are a Taoist, how can you have such vain thoughts?"
"Just watch them singing, playing and dancing. In fact, it's the lyrics he wrote for you, Xiaoxian. Aren't you happy?"
"A demonic obstacle has arisen in your heart. Take advantage of the space and quickly slay it with your sword of wisdom. Your Taoism will be improved to another level..."
"Zheng!"
The sound of the zheng suddenly rose to a high pitch and then turned gentle; Xie Aman waved his long sleeves and his body became softer; Xu Hezi sang the last line, tears actually falling from his eyes.
"The belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi."
Li Tengkong's heart trembled when he heard this, as if he had been struck by a demon.
…
Suddenly, with a burst of applause, someone walked over.
"Yongxin sings well." Li Longjilang walked into the hall with a smile, "One who sings and sighs three times will leave a lasting sound."
"I've seen the saint."
"There is no need to be polite. There is always music first, then lyrics. Xue Bai writes lyrics, but he always asks someone to compose the music for him. It's so arrogant!"
Li Longji pretended to curse, then calmly sat down on the stool and asked for a pipa.
"But there are a few things you sang wrong, let me tell you."
This behavior does not look like a majestic king of a country, but it shows the style of a famous music master.
"I come to dance."
Yang Yuhuan immediately walked into the hall, her skirt fluttering, like a fairy descending to earth.
At some point, Yang Yuyao also arrived and sat down next to her eldest sister.
She raised her head and looked outside the hall. In the distance, Mingzhu was leading Xue Bai over.
He also tidied up again and looked like a harmless young man again.
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"The poet is here. The imperial concubine told me that Xue Lang can come in directly."
"Thank you."
Xue Bai walked into the hall and heard Li Longji's old voice singing the song "Die Lian Hua", which he sang really well.
He didn't understand music, so he couldn't help but think about what words of praise he should use.
The next moment, his eyes narrowed.
There was a woman dancing in the hall.
She danced not fast, but very lightly, as light as if her toes had stepped on the tip of his heart.
He clearly didn't know how to dance, but he couldn't help but get into the situation of her dancing... She should be dancing with butterflies and flowers. When she moved, her colorful sleeves swayed as if they were about to fly, but when they were still, her waist was swaying like flowers in the wind. .
Suddenly, she turned around.
A beautiful pink face, two bays of autumn water, a little red lips, and an expression with lingering affection and sadness, which is touching.
Looking at each other, Xue Bai was inexplicably shocked.
When the music stopped, he realized that it was Yang Yuhuan's emotions in the lyrics of the dance.
It's just that this word is indeed too short.
It makes people want to write long tunes and Sanqu...
Yang Yuhuan smiled and returned to the upper position while holding up the hem of her skirt.
"Ha ha."
Li Longji put down the pipa in his hand, and when he saw Xue Bai, he smiled and said, "The lyricist is here, do you think I can sing well?"
He asked if he was right, but it was actually quite difficult to answer. No matter how he said it, it was like holding a candle in front of a saint.
Xue Bai simply didn't rack his brains to compliment him, and responded truthfully: "I just pieced together this word randomly, and never thought I could actually sing it."
Li Longji was angry and laughed when he heard this, and cursed: "At such a young age, he has extraordinary skills in flattering people. He is naughty."
The scolding was enough to show that this sentence still made him extremely happy.
…
Yang Yuhuan just sat down over there. Hearing this exchange and seeing Xue Bai's slow reaction, he couldn't help but smile.
She was prone to sweating, and after just a small dance, there were already fine beads of sweat on her neck, which was quite annoying.
Zhang Yunrong wiped her sweat and immediately served the cut peach pulp.
Yang Yuhuan tasted a few pieces and found them delicious.
"Your Imperial Concubine." A chamberlain stepped forward and reminded in a low voice: "These are tribute peaches specially sent by Hu'er from Hebei."
"I know."
Yang Yuhuan originally planned to praise Anlu Mountain to the saint.
At this moment, Li Longji also sat down, and she picked up a piece of peach meat and handed it over.
"saint."
Li Longji was still talking to Xue Bai.
"I don't believe you can write lyrics, but you don't understand the music, so let's sing a song. By the way, if you don't sing, you're cheating, but if you sing, you're glib."
Xue Bai was in a difficult position and said, "Sage, please forgive me. I am really tone-deaf. I am afraid I may have polluted the saint's ears and eyes."
"I forgive you for not being guilty, sing."
"According to the order, then I will sing "One Cut Plum Blossom"."
Xue Bai didn't know music, but when he was a child, he happened to hear his mother singing "Moon Full West Tower" with this song as the lyrics, so he cleared his throat and got ready to sing.
Seeing this situation, Yang Yuhuan found it interesting and couldn't help but put down the peach meat in his hand and turned to him with a pair of beautiful eyes.
Xue Qiongqiong is going to play the zither, and Xie Aman is going to dance.
"The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone."
Everyone was stunned.
To be fair, Xue Bai's singing was not unpleasant, and his voice was still good... But, only his voice was good.
"Who in the clouds sent me a brocade book? When Yanzi returned, the moon was full on the west tower."
Xie Aman secretly pursed his lips and smiled, and danced again, but the dance looked a little more playful, which was slightly inconsistent with the artistic conception of the word.
Xu Hezi raised his eyes with a look of surprise, as if he was surprised that Xue Bai could sing so well, but he was still stunned.
Li Longji shook his head, took the peach meat and ate it himself, feeling ashamed to have such a minister.
However, he suddenly moved his brows and looked at Xue Bai.
"Flowers float and water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow."
Yang Yuhuan also realized it, with a look of shock in his eyes, stood up, and whispered: "Is this... a new singing method?"
Li Jilan compared his poem with this poem in his mind, and felt that regardless of the poetic meaning, it was about sadness, but after all, this poem sounded more graceful and changeable. He couldn't help but think, "Xue Lang wrote the lyrics to teach me how to write lyrics." .
Xue Bai looks like a young man, but he is thick-skinned. Under such a crowd of people looking around, he can still sing with a loud white voice without losing his breath.
His persistence finally paid off. After all, the words were good, and Xue Qiongqiong's zheng sound was also good. They could finally bring people into the artistic conception of those words.
Yang Yuyao recalled her tenderness just now, pursed her lips and snickered, her eyes becoming gentler.
But no one noticed Li Tengkong's reaction. Just now, she heard Xu Hezi sing, which made her have inner demons. She finally calmed down and tried her best to stabilize her Taoist heart. She didn't expect that Xue Bai would sing to her himself... It was really a bit too much.
Finally, he sang the last line.
"There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my eyebrows, but it is in my heart."
Someone suddenly had sore eyes and lowered his head.
…
a long time.
Li Longji closed his eyes and meditated, then opened his eyes and looked around at the expressions of everyone in the hall, and found that only Hezi and Yang Yuhuan could hear the extraordinary quality of Xue Bai's singing.
He wanted to make a few comments, but in the end he shook his head helplessly.
"Even I don't know whether I should praise you or hurt you."
Xue Bai had self-awareness and responded: "It is already a compliment for me to be praised by a saint."
Li Longji seemed to sigh, hating that iron could not become steel.
"By the way, what did the noble concubine want to say just now?"
Yang Yuhuan hadn't fully recovered yet, but when he heard the words, he forgot what he wanted to say to the saint.
She glanced at Xue Bai, pursed her lips and smiled, and said: "The saint ate stir-fried vegetables, played dominoes, read stories, and listened to his song today. I must reward him with something."
Li Longji laughed and said, "It's just a little monkey."
He raised his hand and pointed at Xue Bai, and said with a straight face: "Every time I hear people accuse you of bad things, you can see that you are a troublemaker! Learn from Li Bi, when he was as old as you, he was more calm than you. , now he is only twenty-five years old, and I have already rewarded him with an important position in the sixth rank."
This is about the story of Li Mi writing poems when he was sixteen years old and being persuaded to return by Zhang Jiuling. Xue Bai had only heard Li Mi say it not long ago.
Gao Lishi couldn't help but remind him: "Shu Zi, what are you doing standing there? Why don't you thank your Majesty for your kindness?"
The sage's meaning is obvious - "When you get older, I will reward you with a high-ranking official position."
How could it be possible to get Concubine Yang to ask for a favor?
This chapter looks like a daily routine, but in fact it contains several threads and hooks for the entire plot that follows. When making this kind of transition, you have to conceive the following content first, but it is the slowest to write~~ Therefore, the next chapter will be later, so don’t wait (speaking of which, I have already written more than 8,000 words, but this There are 5,600 words in each chapter, and the number of words in the following chapter is less)~~Finally, I am asking for votes at the beginning of the month. I urge everyone to vote for me monthly, thank you~~
