Chapter 234 The joy of morning call

Style: Historical Author: God of joy in JulyWords: 3114Update Time: 24/01/18 07:13:09
Xie Fu smiled. Although his move was bold, he was also careful to take precautions. Even if the person just now was not Hu Diquan, he still had a self-justifying explanation and asked: "Who was in charge?"

Hu Diquan responded calmly: "I don't know what I was doing. He supervised me for a while and then left."

Xie Fu said with a smile: "Maybe I feel relieved to leave after seeing that you are strong and able to work."

Hu Diquan laughed in a low voice: "My heartbeat was a little fast just now, but when I talk to you, it calms down again."

Go down the stairs and walk through a corridor more than two feet long, which is the main room of the ice cellar. It is about the size of an ordinary living room. Since the ice cellar needs to be well sealed, there is only one airtight glazed window for ventilation. Light.

As Xie Fu expected earlier, the ice cellar was empty. Apart from the smooth stone walls, square stone beds and stone shelves, there was no refrigerated food.

The two of them dragged Tang Zian behind a stone bed. It wasn't really a hiding place, but it was still impossible to spot him unless he made a special inspection.

Master Xie took off Tang Zian's crown, white clothes, quilt and white boots, put them on himself, and transformed into a musician.

Hu Diquan looked at it carefully and thanked Fu, and praised: "Okay, you have a good look. I clearly know that you are a fake, but I can't feel that you are a fake."

Xie Fu said: "Okay, it's not a good time to stay here for a long time. Let's all go to our places. When I find a chance to get close to Zhang Lingluo and explore her room, at night when the moon doesn't set and the lights go out, it's time for us to take action."

Hu Diquan said: "Don't worry, I will definitely get rid of the grease and white wax by then. When they want to renew the lights, they find that the grease and white wax is gone."

Xie Fu said: "Then let's go."

Hu Diquan grabbed Xie Fu and asked, "Is this man just thrown here?"

Xie Fu asked: "I originally planned to hide here."

Hu Diquan said: "What I mean is that when he wakes up and yells, you will be exposed."

"I'm going to be very cruel. I won't wake up for a while."

"For the sake of caution, I'd better go get some ropes to tie him up and gag his mouth. Even if he wakes up, there's nothing we can do."

Xie Fu nodded, "You are still thoughtful."

Hu Diquan smiled proudly and said: "I have done more bad things than you, and I have more experience. Okay, leave this matter to me. You can go first."

Xie Fu warned: "Be careful."

Hu Diquan smiled lightly and said: "Since I dare to come, I will risk my life. If anything happens, I will have you with me, brother."

Xie Fu chuckled, "Let's not talk about that for now."

When Mr. Xie came to the dressing room, many musicians had already come to the dressing room to change clothes. When several musicians saw Mr. Xie coming in, they looked at him specifically, but there was no strange expression on their faces. They probably knew that today There will be new musicians to replace those injured yesterday.

A musician who had changed his clothes looked talkative and asked Fu Xie: "New here?"

Xie Fu nodded and said, "My surname is Tang and my name is Zian. The musician playing the sheng broke his hand yesterday. I am here to take his place." There is no flaw in copying this sentence from Tang Zian.

The musician smiled and asked: "What instrument do you play?" Then he suddenly realized and replied: "Look at me, you have come to replace Dong Liang, so you are naturally a sheng player."

Xie Fu nodded with a smile. His unfamiliar young language was very suitable for his new status.

The musician asked: "Where were you just now? There are many rules here. You have just arrived, so don't run around casually."

Xie Fu responded: "I just felt sick in my stomach and went to the toilet."

The musician expressed concern: "Is everything okay now? Don't make any mistakes when you play the music later. This is a very serious matter."

Xie Fu nodded and asked, "I haven't asked for advice yet."

"My surname is Zhu, and my last name is Cang."

Seeing that he was more than ten years older than him, Fu Xie greeted him politely: "Brother Zhu, how many people are there in our Yale team?"

"Including Xie Lu Lang, there are twenty-eight people in total."

Hearing this, Fu Xie secretly thought that twenty-eight people were considered a large Yale team. After looking around, he saw that the musicians held different instruments, and asked: "How many types of musical instruments are there in the Yale team?"

The musician named Zhu Cang responded: "There are nineteen types in total."

Xie Fu pretended to be surprised, "So many?"

Zhu Cang smiled and said: "Is that much? Miss Zhang has always had the idea of ​​expanding the team, but unfortunately there are too few musicians who are good at elegant musical instruments. Even if they search the surrounding cities and towns, they will not be able to recruit many talents."

Xie Fu nodded. There are more than forty musical instruments in court music, and nearly thirty of them are partial instruments among the people. Compared with common, partial instruments such as reeds, flutes, zithers, and pipas, fewer people know how to play them. , there are even fewer such talents to find.

Zhu Cang continued: "I think you must be a talented person to be here, but don't be self-righteous. Anyone who can be found by Miss Zhang is not a master in this field."

Xie Fu smiled and said, "What instrument does Brother Zhu play?"

Zhu Cang raised a transverse flute.

Xie Fu smiled lightly and said, "Oh, Hengdi."

Seeing Fu Xie's disapproving expression, Gu Zhucang said, "Do you think my instrument is ordinary, so you don't take it seriously?"

Xie Fu smiled and said: "No problem, the horizontal flute is very good."

Zhu Cang said proudly: "To be honest, if you look at the fourteen states in the south of the Yangtze River, you can't find anyone who plays the flute better than me. Otherwise, there would be so many people playing the flute in the south of the Yangtze River. Why did I come here?" .”

Xie Fu said softly: "It's a pity." Wouldn't it be a pity if the real first flute player in Jiangnan could only serve as a member of the elegant music team.

When Zhu Cang heard this, he thought he had heard it wrong and asked, "What?"

Xie Fu said perfunctorily: "No, I will definitely ask for advice when I have the opportunity in the future."

A musician heard the conversation between the two and interrupted, "Zhu Cang is a descendant of the Southern Hengdi School, that's why he is so confident."

Zhu Cang felt a little carried away when he said this, and said with a smile: "There is no need to ask for advice, why don't you give it a try." He took the initiative to hand the flute to Xie Fu.

Xie Fu waved his hand quickly. He couldn't touch the Hengdi casually, or something would happen if he touched it.

Unable to match Zhu Cang's enthusiasm, Xie Fu had to evade: "I'm not good at playing the flute."

Zhu Cang chuckled and said, "As a musician, if anyone can't play the flute, don't be humble."

Xie Fu said humbly: "I know a little bit, but how dare I show my embarrassment in front of Brother Zhu, the number one person in Jiangnan?"

Seeing that Xie Fu was convinced, Zhu Cang stopped forcing him and suddenly said: "By the way, we will be playing in a moment. Have you read the score?"

Xie Fu shook his head and suddenly thought that this was also a problem. Elegant music was different from folk music. Elegant music was played exclusively for the court and was not spread among the people. Although he had great musical attainments, he had not had the opportunity to read the score of court elegant music. .

Of course, it’s just a passing glance. It requires twenty or thirty kinds of musical instruments to play in unison. Such a complicated score cannot be demonstrated even after watching it for a day.

Zhu Cang handed over a music score and said in a low voice: "Just take a look at it first. If you are not proficient in it later, just make gestures and gestures. It was the same for me the first time I came here. Just try to master the music score in the future." "

Xie Fu nodded and smiled. He was always sharpening his weapons before the battle, and had long planned to make up his mind with his weapons.

Xie Fu opened the music score, glanced at it, and immediately looked at Zhu Cang, "Taihe, Chaoyang Le?"

There are fifteen harmonies in the court music, with a total of forty-two pieces. Taihe is classified as being played in the Chaohuixing Festival, and Chaoyang Music is one of them.

Zhu Cang smiled and said: "You are quite knowledgeable, but you are familiar with this piece of music."

Xie Fu responded: "I'm not familiar with it, I just heard it."

"Then you should study it carefully."

Fu Xie looked at the music score and unknowingly there were more musicians in the dressing room.

After an unknown amount of time, a loud voice came from the musicians' dressing room, "Get ready, it's almost time."

Xie Fu looked around and saw that the person speaking was an old man in his early sixties with half-white hair and beard.

Zhu Cang came over in a low voice and said, "He is Xie Lü Lang, his surname is Duan. It is said that he used to be a court musician and returned to his hometown in old age. I don't know where Miss Zhang got him from."

The Assistant Master Duan waited for a while, and after making his rounds, he asked, "Are you all dressed up?"

The musicians nodded, and Master Duan said, "Let's go then."

All the musicians filed out of the dressing room. Xie Fu was confused. He hadn't figured out what was going on. Do you want to play music so early in the morning? Do you want to play it to the rivers and mountains?

Assistant Master Duan asked loudly: "Who is the new musician?"

Fu Xie immediately stepped forward and said, "Master Duan, I am the new musician."

This assistant master Duan looked at Fu Xie, "Uh..." But he didn't know what to call him for a moment, so he simply said directly: "You have just arrived, and you are not familiar with the music score yet. Just show off for a while, but don't make any noise." The ensemble.”

Judging from Assistant Master Duan's tone, it seemed that the situation had happened before, so he gave this instruction. This was exactly what Xie Fu wanted. There was no need to pretend to be a fake person, it was just fair and aboveboard.

Xie Fu followed the team to the atrium and followed the foot-wide staircase to the second floor.

The decoration on the second floor is much more gorgeous than the one downstairs. It seems to be the place where the owner lives and entertains. Xie Fu followed him while secretly observing the terrain and environment.

Due to the structure of the ship's hull, the design of the Xuanting corridor is different from that of ordinary mansions. As Xie Fu walked along, he always had a sense of surprise. He thought to himself: "Fortunately, I came up disguised as a musician to find out. If it was the first time to come up, let alone find it." I'm afraid I might get lost in Zhang Lingluo's room."

Soon we came to a place similar to a hall, surrounded by carved railings, and a huge red brocade carpet was spread in the middle of the hall, which was very gorgeously decorated.

It's just that there are no tables and chairs, so it looks a bit empty. When you see the chimes and chimes on the right side of the hall, the konghou, zither, and zither on the left, and a big drum near the middle, you immediately understand that this is a place for playing elegant music, or a place for daily practice.

There is a white gauze curtain hanging directly in front of the red brocade carpet. The gauze curtain gives people a very light feeling, so light that it seems that just blowing on it can make the gauze curtain ripple.

With such a thin gauze curtain, Fu Xie should be able to see clearly what's inside at a glance, but Fu Xie can't see clearly because it's not just one layer of gauze curtains, but layers of white gauze curtains.

Xie Fu couldn't see clearly how many layers there were, and all he could see in his eyes was hazy and dreamlike.

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