These few words reminded Yu Qin of the time when she was in Qingyan Tower, a time when everything she could see was glitz and glitz. After coming back to her senses, Yu Qin was not angry and just replied lightly: "The little girl has been living in the fireworks for twenty years." , knowing that pleasure is ruthless, today we drink and talk happily, but when the song is over and the money is gone, we may become strangers tomorrow, with only passers-by coming and going, and no close friend can express our true feelings. Hiding it from Master Yang, the little girl has always hoped that she can have a good home."
Yang Hong stroked his beard and replied, "That's how it should be."
Yuqin went on to say: "But 'Do princes, generals, and Xiangning have any kind of idea?'" In the world, not only princes, nobles, and famous officials can be considered a good home. Although Yuqin is a female, insignificant, she also wants to make a difference. What you think in your heart is not just about your own future."
Yang Hong sneered and replied: "You have no power or knowledge, and you are just like a dust in the rivers, lakes and courts, unable to make any ripples. What's the use of doing this?"
Yuqin shook his head and said: "Everything depends on man-made things. Even a single spark can start a prairie fire."
Yang Hong didn't comment, just hummed, then put down the book and said coldly: "It's useless to talk too much."
Then he took off his feet and strode away. When Xiao Cui saw that the atmosphere between the two was not good and Yang Hong left in anger, she was a little worried and couldn't help but ask: "Miss, are you okay?"
Yuqin just said lightly: "Thank you, Miss Xiaocui, for worrying about me. Yuqin is fine."
Then he put the book in his hand back into the cabinet and said with a smile: "Thanks to Mr. Yang, this song finally has some clues."
Three days later, Yuqin and King Shu Zhao had agreed to play the completed piece today and let everyone in the palace review it together, waiting for Yuqin to come to the room.
I saw that King Zhao of Shu was sitting in the middle, with Yang Hong at his side. In addition to the two of them, there were several officials present. Two of the military attaches had steady steps and sharp eyes. They seemed to have good martial arts skills. Yuqin was preparing to play. Song, while secretly keeping the people present in mind.
When the Yuqin was set up and ready, King Shu Zhao first spoke: "Before you start playing, tell me your conditions."
Yuqin nodded and said: "My little girl heard earlier that although the prince is based in Chengdu, he is also very concerned about the people in the world, rare treasures, and even the major forces and sects. He even knows everything about it."
King Zhao of Shu smiled and said: "I can't say that I know everything, but I still have some knowledge. There are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the rivers and lakes. If you make more friends with capable people, you will always have the opportunity to use them in the future."
Yuqin said: "Then, Yuqin would like to ask the prince to tell the little girl everything you know and hear about Yangxin Tower and Hidden Fish Courtyard."
As soon as these words came out, Yu Qin could feel that everyone present was more or less shaken. If it weren't for the fact that the prince was talking to Yu Qin and couldn't talk too much, I'm afraid everyone would be whispering to each other and talking about it. King Shu Zhao stared at Yuqin, as if thinking in his mind, and asked after a moment: "These two organizations are notorious in the world, and everyone is afraid to avoid them. What benefit does it bring to you to inquire about their affairs?"
Yuqin said: "Yuqin is not asking for it for himself, but for the Sima family."
King Shu Zhao said: "Yes, if your music is good enough, I will give you a corresponding price."
Yuqin nodded, first bowed to everyone present, then slowly knelt down and sat down, holding the qin on his knees, his posture graceful.
After a while, the room was silent, and the sound of rustling clothes could be heard clearly. Everyone waited with bated breath, only to see Yuqin's expression was indifferent, his slender jade fingers lightly tapped the strings, and they rose at the touch of a touch. His right hand plucked the strings at the same time. As a few clear and overtones sounded, a song seemed to be humming softly, like plucking the heartstrings, or expressing the heartfelt feelings.
As the piano sounded, Yuqin played and chanted at the same time:
"It's not that I love the wind and dust, I seem to be misled by the past. The flowers will fall and bloom in their own time, and they will always rely on the emperor of the east. I have to go eventually, and I don't care how to live! If you have a head full of mountain flowers, don't ask where the slave is going."
After hearing a few words, King Zhao of Shu knew something about it and thought: "Well, this is a poem by Yan Rui, a famous prostitute in the former dynasty. This poem talks about being in a brothel and hanging out with fireworks, but it is not what he wants, but a geisha. It expresses one's aspirations, and is gentle but contains character. Thinking about today's song, Yuqin wants to sing about the affairs of the world based on his own experience."
I heard the piano music starting with a low tone, and it was quiet and profound, just like a woman standing quietly on a small building, isolated and independent, leaning on the railing in the night and looking into the distance, but her face could not be seen clearly.
Although the image of the piano sound is hazy, each syllable is not ambiguous, but clearly audible.
Gradually there were some fluctuations in the bass, and occasionally there were several tones that stood out, which were accompanied by a few crisp overtones, just like the fireworks in the distance of the small building, the lights of the city, and the bustling people, but the surroundings of the small building were dark and silent, with only The breeze is blowing by the side and the cold moon is in the sky. Compared with the bustling scene in the distance, it looks even more desolate.
At this point in the song, the slender figure on the small building finally spoke, whispering softly, every word as if she was talking in a dream, and Yuqin just opened her mouth to sing at this time, "I am not in love with the wind, I seem to have been misled by the front."
While King Zhao of Shu was appreciating the music, he heard Yang Hong mutter: "Huh, the music is not bad, but the lyrics are someone else's. She borrowed someone else's finished product to compose a song. This woman's talent is nothing more than that."
Just when King Zhao of Shu also felt the same and felt a little disappointed, he saw Yuqin's red lips opening again, and the green jade fingers of his left hand gently moved up and down, like a dragonfly touching water, and several overtones sounded again, just like the beginning of the whole song, announcing the beginning of the second half. , the rhythm of the piano music also became a little brighter, and it had the image of feasting, drinking, and making music on the piano. At the same time, Yuqin chanted again:
"Drinking with each other is a joy, and drunken dreams are condensed in the morning dew. Old songs and new strings are repeated, and only the moon remains the same. Why do we have to go eventually, and where can we live? If you have a long harp to accompany your desk, don't ask where the harp came from."
Although the tone of the whole song is still subtle and melodious, a bright rhythm enters the song at this time, and the complex sounds gradually increase, which slightly dilutes the desolate atmosphere, just like the woman in the small building is thinking of the flashy scenes of the past, the elegant room in Qionglou , people go and people come, the light and shadow intersect while drinking, the agarwood fills the air, the strings of the piano change, people are drunk and dreaming, talking and laughing, I don’t know what night it is?
However, there is dawn in a good night, and the flowers will eventually fall away. Soon after, the music of the piano once again gradually turned from brisk to dull, and then returned to deserted, as if the woman recalling the past, her thoughts returned to this moment again, everything was depressed, and everything was gradually silent. .
Although the sound of the piano is almost non-existent at this time, very thin and light, there is another faint wisp of piano sound accompanying the accompaniment until the end of the song. At this time, Yuqin has just finished singing the sentence "Don't ask where the piano comes from." When the sound of the piano stopped, Yuqin slowly took back his hand, straightened his posture, and raised his head to look at King Shu Zhao. Only then did everyone realize that the music had ended, and they were confused and didn't know where they were.
After the song ended, all the officials present remained silent. King Shu Zhao fell into his thoughts for a while, chewing on Cai Cai's poems over and over again, and murmured in his heart: "Don't ask where the slave is, don't ask where the harp came from... ..", then looked at everyone, first said "ha", and then touched their palms to express approval. When the officials saw the prince's statement, they clapped their hands and applauded.
And Yang Hong listened to each word in his ears, and naturally understood the meaning of the words. In addition to the clear intention, there was also a faint meaning of echoing Yan Rui's words. Among them, "If you have a long cylindrical instrument to accompany your desk, don't ask for a qin." The two sentences were more like a response to what he said to Yuqin in the book hall that day, but he just "hummed" and didn't say much.
Yuqin stood up again and made a four-way salute, and King Shu Zhao commented: "Your lyrics and music are very outstanding. To have such a finished product, it must be more than enough to present to the emperor."
Yuqin nodded and said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your praise. It's just that this song is rebellious and not like the romance and scenery works written by ordinary geishas. I'm afraid..." After saying that, he looked at King Shu Zhao.
King Shu Zhao smiled and said: "Isn't 'rebellion' just the solution to the problem of 'nothing new' mentioned by the emperor? Besides, if I don't even dare to hand over a piece of music, then I am really useless. You don’t need to worry about this, I have my own way.”
After thinking about it for a while, he asked: "Besides that, your music also has subtext. When you play this music and recite these words, you definitely don't just want to use it to lament and sigh, and Gu Ying feels sorry for himself, right?"
