After hearing Madam Yang's words, Song Heng stood up slowly and casually put his hands on the railing, staring at the girl on the high platform downstairs with a pair of narrow phoenix eyes.
But I saw her sitting on a red pine crescent stool, holding a half-old pipa in her arms. The music poured out from her bamboo shoot-like fingers, melodious, gentle, crisp and sweet.
The guests in the audience immediately calmed down and listened to the music quietly.
The song played was Han Yuefu's "Mosang".
Song Heng stood up and leaned on the railing, her eyes like beans. When she finished playing a piece, a round of applause and cheers came from downstairs, urging her to play another piece.
The hospitality was hard to resist. Shi Yan thought for a moment, then put his fingers on the strings of the piano again and played "Tang Palace Hu Xuan Song" composed by the club seniors. However, when he heard the sonorous and powerful music of the piano, it was like jade beads falling on a plate or silver vases colliding. It makes people feel like they are in a Tang Palace night banquet. On the banquet, several Hu Xuan dancers rotate and dance to the music of the piano.
As if he had found beautiful memories in the sound of the piano, Shi Yan stroked the strings slightly and smiled, moving slightly with the rhythm, sometimes lowering his eyebrows, sometimes raising his head, sometimes closing his eyes lightly, until the song ended, he stroked hard towards the center of the strings, The sound of the piano stopped suddenly.
Shi Yanwei stood up, saluted, and walked off the stage with the pipa in his arms. Everyone woke up from a dream and begged her to play another song. Shi Yanwei ignored her and took a bow with a smile, then hugged the pipa without looking back. The earth is gone from here.
Huang Siniang, who was wearing a neutral-colored high-waisted skirt, came out from behind a tortoise pattern brocade screen, took her arm, and teased her with a smile: "Ms. Yang plays the pipa so well, and her appearance is so outstanding, why bother?" The dining room is so smoky, as long as you play a few songs in the song and dance studio every day, there will be a lot of husbands willing to offer you real money."
After the words fell, Shi Yanwei's face condensed and he said calmly: "Does Sanniang think that those husbands' gold and silver are all for free? She said in front of her that she regarded you as a close friend, but in fact, she was planning it behind her back. It’s just some scandalous things in the romance field. I think Fourth Niang also knew the crooked thoughts of those men, so she opened this serious business restaurant with Er Niang and Sanniang."
Huang Siniang regretted her mistake and shouldn't have made such a joke with her. She hurriedly suppressed a smile and apologized to her, and said anxiously: "This is what I said after eating two bowls of yellow soup. Madam Yang, please don't do it." You have to take it to your heart. If you don't want to forgive me, how about you punish me with three more drinks when I go to your room later? It's up to you to decide what drink you want me to drink."
When Shi Yanwei heard the words, his expression softened, and he added: "Of course I know you didn't mean it. It's just a joke like this. Please don't tell anyone else anymore."
After the words fell, Huang Siniang nodded quickly and said seriously: "Okay, I will never say such stupid things to others in the future. If the next time happens again, just ask me to flash my tongue."
Song Heng watched Shi Yanwei's leaving figure intently until he could no longer see her through the partition. Then he asked Feng Gui to come out with the money to settle the bill, went downstairs with his hands behind his back, and strode away from Qingfengpu.
During this period, a man from the clan recognized Song Heng and bowed respectfully to him with crossed arms. Everyone was surprised.
Feng Gui got on his horse, followed Song Heng silently, and went straight to the Song Mansion.
It was the mild heat in June, and the weather was very hot. Feng Gui asked someone to add ice to the ice tray and brought it to the study.
She lowered her head for a moment and looked at him carefully. Although she saw Madam Yang today, the head of the house didn't seem happy, her face was still ugly, and her eyebrows on her temples were slightly furrowed, as if she was thinking about something.
"Come here and grind it." Song Heng said coldly.
Feng Gui said yes, and took Hui ink and ground it carefully on a white-glazed animal-foot inkstone. Song Heng dipped his pen in the ink, and then wrote words on the snow-white rice paper with swift and powerful strokes.
The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow.
Among the densely packed words, Feng Guiman could only see the three words Qingfengpu, and he already knew why he was worried.
Feng Gui clenched his hands into fists, swallowed his saliva, and cautiously tried: "Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauty. If the head of the family can't let go of Lady Yang, why not use some methods..."
Before he finished his sentence, a cold and deep gaze fell on Feng Gui, which made his throat roll in fear and he swallowed the unspoken words in time.
After a while, he changed his rhetoric: "Mrs. Yang should be wearing gold and silver, so why should she suffer all the sins of toil? What's more, she is lonely and helpless, and she looks like that. If some dandy takes a fancy to her in the future, , if she takes it by force, wouldn’t it be like a sheep falling into a tiger’s mouth? She became a concubine with the owner of the family. In the future, she will be protected by the owner of the family, and she will be even more prosperous and wealthy, and enjoy endless food and clothing. If you think about it carefully, it is also her good fortune. Why does the owner of the family have it? What are you worried about?"
Song Heng was silent and didn't respond. He just ordered him out in a deep voice.
On this day, Luo Xin came to Taiyuan Mansion with his second daughter Luo Wuniang and Luo Ying. Mrs. Xue went to the door of the mansion to greet her.
At Luo Xin's signal, Luo Ying stepped forward and bowed to Mrs.
Mrs. Xue told her that there was no need to be polite and looked the person up and down. She saw that he had a graceful figure, plump and graceful, his face was like a silver basin, his eyes were like dots of paint, his nose was high and straight, and there were red beads hanging from his mouth; Wang Xian's bun, with a golden phoenix hairpin, a hairpin and a crimson peony, is actually three points more beautiful than Madam Yang. Even the most beautiful ladies in the paintings can't do it. Compare it to this.
Although he is only sixteen years old, he still has the reputation of shining in the north.
"It's a hot sun outside. Come into the house quickly." While Mrs. Xue was speaking, a maid opened an umbrella to protect Luo Ying from the sun.
The group came to the hanging flower hall. The maid served herbal tea to the father and daughter to relieve the summer heat. Mrs. Xue smiled and asked her whose books and poems she usually liked to read, what kind of tea and wine she liked to drink, and whether she knew how to play horses. Ball, throwing pot, Cuju, etc.
Luo Ying answered them one by one and said nothing else to anyone.
Until the time of Xu, Song Hengfang hurriedly returned to the government from the official office.
Mrs. Xue introduced Luo Wuniang to Song Heng with a smile. Song Heng showed no interest, and Luo Wuniang didn't have much enthusiasm at all. The two met each other in a perfunctory way, and sat down separately. The atmosphere was quite pleasant. A bit dull.
After dinner, Mrs. Xue ordered a drinking party to liven up the atmosphere. Since Song Qingyin, his wife and Shi Yanwei were not present this time, Song Qinghe did not enjoy the meal in front of the completely unfamiliar iceberg beauty. The drinking party was quite boring. It was over in less than half an hour.
The father and daughter stayed in Song Mansion for three days, and then set off back to Weibo. Song Heng personally sent the people to the city gate, turned their horses and headed towards the army.
In the evening, Mrs. Xue sent Ruisheng to Tuihan Residence to invite Song Heng to come and talk.
When Ruisheng came back, he was sweating profusely and panting heavily: "Go back to Madam, the master of the house has not returned home yet. Feng Guidao has a lot of things to do in the past two days, so I will come back later."
Mrs. Xue frowned slightly and waved her hand to signal her to leave.
For several days in a row, Song Heng returned home at midnight.
Suining and Fengxiang have been at odds with each other recently. The two governors are plotting against each other's territory. Fengxiang is on good terms with Shannanxi Road, so he provokes Suining many times, and a war is about to begin. Later, Suining Jiedushi was afraid that he would be defeated by Fengxiang's army, so he hurriedly sent a letter asking Song Heng to send troops to help.
Song Heng discussed with his military advisor, Cheng Yan and others, fearing that the Xuanwu Army would take the opportunity to cause trouble, so he sent Song Yu with 20,000 troops to garrison in Zhaoyi, and then asked the Suining Jiedushi to lure the Tianxiong Jiedushi with money and silk. Send out 20,000 troops to flank Fengxiang on the left, and the battle will be won.
After receiving the accurate news from Suining, Song Heng ordered 30,000 troops and horses to go to Suining along the Xia Suining official road.
The next morning, when the east was white, Mrs. Xue got up early and personally arranged his armor. She told him in a gentle voice not to underestimate the enemy and to be careful with the sword. She sent him to the door of the house until he could no longer be seen. Willing to go back.
Time flies by like a white horse, and in the blink of an eye it is late July, the heat is gradually receding, and the white dew is coming.
Song Heng returned with a great victory. Although the battle was won, it was not without its ups and downs. There were indeed some fierce generals in Fengxiang's army, and Song Heng was injured on his waist and arms.
It was already evening when the army marched into the army. As the cold autumn rain was still falling in the sky, Song Heng said goodbye to the soldiers and refused to ask anyone to see him off. He put on his coir raincoat and bamboo hat and left the military camp alone and entered the city.
At this time, the city gate had been unlocked. When the soldiers guarding the city gate saw him showing off the fish charm, they quickly opened the door to let him in. They bowed their hands to him very respectfully and performed a military salute.
Song Heng ignored him slightly and rode his horse leisurely into the city gate, raising his whip again to urge the horse. On the way, he turned the horse's head and headed towards the city near the Fen River in the city.
In the backyard of the wine shop, Shi Yanwei finished his day's work, changed his clothes and cleansed his face, took out the pipa and practiced Liu Sanniang's newly composed music.
The rain was gurgling outside the window. Shi Yanwei held her pipa and sat on the crescent moon stool by the window. The orange candlelight reflected her shadow on the window. The autumn wind at night blew in through the gap. The candlelight jumped up and down, and the silhouette on the window followed. Shake slightly.
After Liu Sanniang took a bath, she heard the sound of the piano. She put on her dress and walked to her room. She lifted her skirt and went down to the third floor. She saw that a window in the corridor had not been closed. Because it was raining and windy outside, she couldn't go in. I want to close the window.
Just when I touched the fork pole, I saw a man and a horse standing on the deserted street in the rain. The person sitting on the tall horse was probably a tall man. He was wearing a bamboo hat on his head, covering his head. Half of his face is not clearly visible.
Somehow, Liu Sanniang thought of the husband she saw outside the dining room that day.
He casually took off the fork and placed it on the window sill.
Liu Sanniang lightly knocked on the door. Shi Yan asked slightly who it was, and Liu Sanniang answered loudly.
Shi Yanwei heard her voice, immediately put down the pipa, stood up and opened the door, and the silhouette on the window suddenly disappeared.
"Ms. Yang, you don't know, there is a weirdo standing under there. It's raining so hard this night, and it's autumn. Doesn't he feel cold?" Liu Sanniang walked in and talked to the other side. Ren Nahan said.
After saying this, Shi Yanwei propped up the window and looked down. There was no one on the street, and there were no weirdos anywhere.
Shi Yan closed the window slightly and said with a smile: "You just said that they were strange, and then they left. You said, 'Cao Cao, Cao Cao has arrived,' but when I came here, I actually said, 'Cao Cao, Cao Cao left.'"
Song Heng left Fangshi and galloped all the way back to Song Mansion. It was getting late and the moon was closed with dark clouds in the sky.
Mrs. Xue was about to wash up and change clothes when her maid suddenly came to report that the master of the house had returned.
Shu Yu then said: "Now that the night is already deep, Madam, please sleep peacefully. The master of the house will come over early tomorrow morning."
Mrs. Xue felt relieved when she found out that he had returned home. She nodded and was helped by Shu Yu to get on the bed. She had a good night's sleep.
Retreat to the cold.
It was a cold rainy night in autumn, and Feng Gui was afraid that Song Heng would catch cold, so he asked Shang Lu to cook a cup of hot ginger tea for him, and also asked him to prepare hot water.
Song Heng took off his coir raincoat and handed it to Feng Gui. He said in a deep voice, "Go to the warehouse early tomorrow morning to see if the piece of rosewood is still there. If it is there, find an old piano maker to make a mother-of-pearl pipa. It won't cost much silver." The sooner the better; if not, I will spend a lot of money to buy a fine sandalwood mother-of-pearl pipa back."
