Love Affairs in Chang’an Chapter 318: Lanzhou Hong
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Princess Gao Yang accompanied Concubine Yin De and left the Xuanwu Hall to see Li Shimin. Concubine Yin De also took the dusty jewellery box to dress up and dress up, and she wanted to change back to the radiant concubine De concubine.
Qin Mubai didn't stay longer, and first resigned and left the palace.
He doesn't know whether this is good or bad for Concubine Yin De. He only knew that Concubine Yin Deok did not belong to Tianwang Temple or Dajiaoguan after all. For her, Buddhism and Taoism are just a place to rest after the hurried journey of life, and should not be the final destination. Maybe she is the grass clinging to the spider web in front of the Buddhist temple for three thousand years, or the infatuated person who has been exposed to 500 years of wind and 500 years of sun. She has her pursuit and the world, and anyone can deceive. She alone cannot deceive herself.
Tear off a disguised plain robe and continue her life as a concubine, fulfilling her destiny in this life... Compared to three thousand years of looking up and thousand years of wind and sun, what is it?
This may be the comprehension of Concubine Yin De.
Qin Mubai will never be able to fully understand Concubine Yin De. In her heart, perhaps it is the peace of a flower and a world, or the magnificence of the sea and the stormy waves.
What does it matter? The scholar who saw the mirror of the three worlds would recover from his illness. Why did Qin Mubai struggle with the life of concubine Yin De? He also knew that he was not a good man and believer, he would not completely change his outlook on life and values because of the words of Master Qingshan, nor would he have a sudden epiphany like Concubine Yin De, sighing like Princess Gao Yang.
But, after all, my heart is a bit heavy.
It's not sad, it's not easy, it's just a kind of sinking. It seems that the long-running and frivolous heart has indeed accumulated a lot at this moment.
Men, just need to settle. Perhaps Master Qingshan is right, Qin Mubai is indeed quite Buddhist.
Leaving the palace, just when the lights are on. Xishi Street is as lively as ever. This is the busiest street market today, not one of them.
Qin Xiange is a pearl in the West Market. At this time, there will be a gathering of Chang'an's top poets and politicians and generals who are trending around the world.
The imperial court is a big stage of history, directing the rise and fall of the world of Jiuzhou; Qinxian Pavilion is a gathering place for the upper-class figures in Chang'an, leading the Zhenguan Datang to the extreme. Don’t be surprised if you see the relatives of the imperial family and the young actor dancing together here, and the wine tasting papers between the prime minister and the down-and-out official.
Without these, it would not be Qin Xiange.
The majestic and majestic, used to describe the current Qin Xian Pavilion is not an exaggeration. When Qin Mubai passed by the door, he couldn't help but stop and watch.
At the door, there is no such thing as a coachman, Xiao Er, who waits on horses to pick up passengers like a normal wine shop, and no second-rate prostitutes who stand at the door with her **** showing her **** to attract customers. There is only a tall jade statue-a woman with a hazy face wearing a milk gauze. The golden hairpin and jade ring are exquisite in body, holding a pipa, the lotus finger holds an amber jade cup, and the eyes are half-closed and drunk and slightly smoked, vivid and vivid.
There is quite a charm of drunken concubine.
On the street of Xishi City, where the lights are brilliant and crowded like crucian carp, this statue stands out almost in the street.
It is said that this statue was made of blue fields and white jade by the superintendent of the imperial court. The gold and silver jewelry on the woman's body is also real; the amber cup held in her hand was renovated by the Qin Xian Pavilion. When it opened, Emperor Li Shimin personally selected a tribute treasure offered by Nanzhao Kingdom from his treasure chest. Every morning, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, the people of Qin Xian Pavilion will pour a glass of Qin Xian wine in that glass to feast on the gods. Then in the middle of the night, the glass of wine will be taken down for auction, and the highest bidder will get it. Regardless of whether it is covered with dust or half of rain and snow, it will also be a good collector's item because it was drunk by the gods.
When I saw Qin Xiange again today, Qin Mubai was quite emotional about the vicissitudes of the times. I remembered that when I first met Wu Meiniang, Qin Xiange was still called "The No. 1 Wine in the World", but it was just an ordinary West Market wine shop. Three or four years later, the wine shop sparrow turned into a phoenix, and Qin Mubai himself, from a young and young boy who had just entered the official career, became a pivotal..."big man".
The corner of his mouth smiled slightly, and Qin Mubai couldn't understand the meaning of his smile. It was just a ghost, he walked towards Qin Xian Pavilion.
In Chang'an, no one can enter the Qin Xian Pavilion. All the attention and admiration were cast on the road, and it was probably speculation that this young man, who is the second-generation dude of the prince, or the talented person who is on the new list this year.
Qin Mubai had a thought in her heart. It was getting late. It would be a good idea to pick up the monster and "go home from get off work".
The door of Qin Xian Pavilion was closed. As if trying to hide the prosperity and luxury in its world, it was not enough to provoke the ordinary passers-by in West Market.
When I reached the door, I was about to reach out and knock on the door. The door opened automatically.
"Organization?" Qin Mubai was still startled.
In the next second, a young woman in a pink tunic appeared in front of him, wearing a veil, dancing gracefully and gracefully, spreading his cloud sleeves in front of Qin Mubai, motioning him to walk in with her.
On the left and right sides, there are a row of "little two" with beautiful faces and dressed in men's clothes. They all arched their hands and pointed inwards, "please."
Qin Mubai stood at the door and smiled.
Any woman in front of me can be regarded as "beautiful". But too many "excellent colors" are put together, and it doesn't look amazing. It will only make people think of... Jiuchi Roulin, Pinjinku.
However, Qin Xiange does not operate skin and meat business. This may be Wu Meiniang's brilliance.
"Lost" and "Unobtainable" are perhaps the most precious things in most people's eyes. Women are no exception.
Qin Mubai was startled for less than three seconds, and a figure passed in front of him, shouting, "If you don't enter, don't get in the way!"
The man was half drunk, he staggered past Qin Mubai, took out two purses and opened them to sprinkle all over the sky, most of them fell on the dancer Cloud sleeve.
"Haha, didn't I come in again? Isn't it just money? What's so great!" He laughed wildly.
It was not ordinary copper plates that were sprinkled, but silver pancakes polished neatly.
The two rows of women put down their hands neatly, and suddenly swarmed up to catch the man, and threw them out together!
Unexpectedly, Kong Wu is powerful, obviously possessing martial arts!
The man was thrown upright and fell on the open space in front of the gate of Qinxian Pavilion. There was a roar of laughter on the road, which was obviously commonplace. The maiko shook the cloud sleeve in his hand, gathered all the silver pancakes into the sleeve like a magic trick, and threw it in the air. The sky was full of flowers, wine, gold and silver, and fell beside the man.
"Qin Xian Pavilion, is not a place to hide dirt and dirt, you will not come again in the future!" The Maiko woman gathered the cloud sleeve and spread it out again, "General Qin, please!"
Qin Mubai smiled with interest: "Do you know me? Who is this man?"
"Returning to the general's words, the first thing for anyone who enters the Qin Xian Pavilion to make a living is to remember the honors of Wu Dong's family and General Qin in his mind." The dance girl prostrated on the ground, like a slave and a maid. "The man is the son of the minister of the courtesy department. After drinking, he will lose his **** and be a frivolous sister in the store, so he is no longer allowed in the store."
"Interesting." Qin Mubai couldn't help laughing. Looking back, the half-drunk man got up without saying a word, picked up a silver pancake on the spot, swayed into the crowd and walked away. There was no curse from beginning to end.
As soon as Qin Mubai stepped in on the female Yunxiu, Wu Yuanqing, the shopkeeper of Qin Xiange and Wu Meiniang's brother, personally greeted him, and said in a pleasant surprise, "Mubai, you are really here!"
"Well, it's me." Qin Mubai smiled slightly, "Good business."
"Where and where, Mu Bai and Mei Niang are capable, and Qin Xiange has the sight of today." Although you are Qin Mubai's wife and uncle, Wu Yuanqing is obviously a migrant worker, cautiously. Smile, don't dare to lose any politeness.
"I just come and walk around, you are busy with you!" Qin Mubai waved his hand to indicate that he need not be exaggerated. There are already many drinkers who are sitting in the Tang Dynasty and enjoying large-scale musicals and dances. Pay attention.
"Then... Mu Bai, please feel free, anyway, here, like at home, ha ha ha..." Wu Yuanqing was a little nervous, and he obediently retired after politely.
Today, the lobby of Qinxian Pavilion is more than several times larger than before. What you can see is a stage several feet in front, on which several women are performing Jiangnan green waist soft dance, playing silk and bamboo elegant music. The audience was divided into many small grids with fences, and the drinkers sat in twos and threes to drink and drink. Among them, there were many people familiar with Qin Mubai, and there were also many members of the fourth and fifth ranks.
It was on weekdays. Most of these officials had already come forward to say hello to Qin Mubai. But the Qin Xian Pavilion is like a paradise, as long as you enter this door, you will be equal in size. As long as you can enter this door, even if you are just a down-and-out official, you can hook up and call your brother when you meet the prime minister. Of course, the premise is that you have this popularity.
Therefore, many people in the hall raised their cups with a smile at Qin Mubai. Although they looked a little surprised and hopeful, no one came forward to get close. Everyone abides by the status of being a wine guest of Qin Xiange.
Maybe this is also the atmosphere of Qin Xian Pavilion. When you get here, no one should play big names, and no one should belittle themselves. Drink the same wine and listen to the same song, and treat them equally. The son of the minister of rites broke the rules and would be swept out like rubbish.
Qin Mubai is a little funny to himself: What makes Wu Meiniang so creative and "dominant"? Qin Xiange, even more arrogant and arrogant than someone Qin!
A young woman walked to Qin Mubai's side, giving her a gentleman's gift, and asked: "What does General Qin want?"
"Find a clean pavilion and let me sit and have some tea." Qin Mubai said, walking upstairs naturally, and said, "Oh, call the demon to sit with me. ."
There was a frightening look in the eyes of the girl's second child, but after a while she recovered her peace and gently arched her hand: "General, please come with me."
Qin Mubai naturally didn't know. In today's Qin Xian Pavilion, it is almost impossible to invite the demon to accompany the music in person. Maybe she just showed consternation out of habit, but Qin Mubai had a taste of it from her look, and it was not difficult to understand why Han Wang Li Yuanchang was so obsessed with monsters.
Men have a desire to conquer, and the more they reject a woman who is too high to be reached, the more they have the desire to overthrow her. This may not have much to do with the appearance of a woman. Li Yuanchang stared at the monster, perhaps it was exactly this kind of psychology.
Later, she led Qin Mu's white collar to an Accord on the second floor, with the name "Three Immortals".
"General, this is a rare opening of the Accord, the owner said, only if she comes in person or the general you come, you can open it." Xiao Er said, "There is also the third fairy Qin Xiange. Months gather in this room to ask each other for advice and exchanges. Every time, it is the day of the grand ceremony of Qin Xiange. The three fairies will perform on the same stage once, playing the pipa music taught by the general himself. Can be here There are no more than two hundred people who enter the Qinxian Pavilion in one day... in Chang'an."
Qin Mubai thought of a person inexplicably, and asked: "Did the King of Han come here?"
"He always comes at this time." Xiaoer replied, "Also, he wants the seat closest to the stage. For this reason, he has turned his face against the eldest lieutenant Sun Ma and had a feud. As a result, both were bombarded. Went out."
"Heh..." Qin Mubai smiled indifferently, "It's okay, go ahead!"
"Yes..." Xiao Er stepped back.
Qin Mubai walked into the room. In fact, the decoration in the room was still the same as when he had the best wine in the world before, almost unchanged. The ordinary yellowed wall and the old seat, the seat where I taught her to play the pipa with the demon in my arms is still there, and I can still vaguely imagine the time and scene of the original sitting.
"Mei Niang is really interested..." Qin Mubai couldn't help but smile slightly, smiling softly. Wu Meiniang's raw fragrant jade noodles that made him dream of came to mind.
"I haven't seen her in a year, don't know how she is doing now?"
Qin Mubai just sat down and heard the familiar sound of footsteps from far to near, it was the demon who lost his expression but could still walk lightly.
"Brother Three!" Yaoer entered the door with surprise in her voice, "Why are you here today!"
In front of the guests of Qin Xiange, as one of the three fairies and entrusted by Wu Meiniang to hold the power, the "Monster" is a fairy Lichen without a trace of firework. But in the face of Qin Mubai, she is always humble and respectful.
It's like the grass under the spider web in front of the Buddha.
Yaoer came alone, holding the teapot in her left hand and carrying a small food box in her right hand, turning back and hooking the door with her feet, and walked straight towards Qin Mubai.
Qin Mubai has always wondered, her eyes can't see at all, why can she always tell her position in the first place?
"Monster, are you very happy?" Qin Mubai smiled.
"Of course. Third brother is a rare one!" Yaoer laughed and replied, while pouring tea for him, put out a few fresh fruits and exquisite snacks, "Three brothers have had dinner? Would you like to order wine and food?"
"No, I'm very full." Qin Mubai squinted and smiled, "I just came to pick you up and go home."
The monster's hand was stagnant, and the tea almost overflowed from the cup.
"What's wrong, it's unexpected?"
The demon bit her lip and smiled slightly: "A little bit. Third brother, do you want to listen to the tune?"
"Do you have a new song recently?" Qin Mubai asked, taking a sip of the tea.
"Yes! I just want to let the third brother give some guidance." After saying this, the demon stood up, took a pipa hanging on the wall, and said, "Brother, this is the day when we first met you Teach me the pipa I used when playing music."
Qin Mubai smiled and said: "Is there any new song, play it and I will listen to it."
"Okay. This song is my own creation. It must be...not too good. Third brother don't want to make fun of it." Yaoer sat down in front of Qin Mubai holding the Pipa, stroking the string face with her bare hand, like Caressing lover-like obsession, whispered softly, "The title of the song is "Lanzhou Hong". I spent a year composing the song by myself..."
"Lanzhou Hong?" Qin Mubai couldn't help laughing, "Good name."
Yao'er's face was a little red, and her fingers flicked slightly in horror, and she accidentally tickled an abrupt note.
"I feel restless, how can I play such a tune well?" Qin Mubai smiled and said, "You'er, are you worried?"
"Ah?...No!" Yaoer was a little surprised and panicked, and muttered, "Couldn't the third brother know...what kind of tune is this before listening to it?"
"I just guessed the last guess." Qin Mubai said, "Hong, is the Hong of the Hongyan Biography? Lanzhou? No need to explain. You should be a consignment to the expeditionary soldiers. Missing song, right? Poor and unfixed riverside bone, like a spring boudoir. The family is on the go, and the wife and children are leaning against the door and looking forward to worry about it. Isn't that this feeling?
"The third brother is so smart..." Yaoer lowered her head a little shyly, and muttered, "It seems that I don't need to play this tune. How can I surpass the artistic conception of the third brother."
"Play." Qin Mubai smiled slightly, "My own tune, expressing true feelings, is the best tune."
"Hmm..." Yaoer replied, took a deep breath and calmed down, playing leisurely.
Qin Mubai carried the tea and listened quietly.
In all fairness, the objective evaluation of "Lanzhou Hong" based on the tunes of the movement is indeed incapable of surpassing the two soft and strong tunes of "Chun Jiang Hua Yue Ye" and "Overlord Resurrection". Lanzhou Hong, the beginning of the early stage has the style of martial arts, impassioned and majestic, should portray the grand scene of the army when it is on the march; the second chapter is a transition, sonorous and soft coexist, and it has the meaning of rigidity and softness.
Qin Mubai couldn't help but remember how he missed Chang'an and missed his family when he first left Chang'an to go to Lanzhou. At the first banquet in Lanzhou, many people were drunk, the long and distant flute sounded in the night sky, and many soldiers shed tears...This scene is vivid.
Qin Mubai's teacup held in front of his mouth stopped. Completely plunged into the genre.
The closing part is a classic song of sadness and lovesickness, obviously depicting family members who are leaning against the door and looking forward to the family, and worrying about the soldiers who are out of war.
Languageous, profound mood, deep affection, strong meaning.
Qin Mubai couldn't help casting his eyes on Yaoer's face. Under the soft candlelight, she could only count as her beautiful face and absent-minded eyes, and she would never be able to connect her with Qingcheng Qingguo. However, the fiery and sincere affection that she hides under her plain elegance makes her bright and moving.
If there is a "confidant" in the world, Qin Mubai can affirm without hesitation that he is the friend of Yaoer. At least for this moment, he is.
He heard the lingering friendship contained in her song, and the selfless watch silently. Perhaps she had never looked up romantically and persistently under the spider web in front of the Buddha for three thousand years, and narrated the full of desires and obsessions to the Buddha. She is more like an inconspicuous or even humble dog's tail grass growing on the side of the road. It dances with the wind in summer and is red with flowers. In winter, she sleeps in the snow and returns to dust.
Her arrogance and freedom from the dust, the wind does not listen to flowers, does not ask Changan, but Changan does not understand; her loneliness and persistence have never been buried deep in her heart, and have nothing to do with Fenghua and Xueyue.
When the song was over, Qin Mubai understood her.
At this time, the surroundings were suddenly silent. The large-scale singing and dancing outside the Accord seemed to have stopped. The upsurge atmosphere of the whole house pushing cups and changing cups and calling friends and friends seems to be a momentary cold, and the entire Qin Xian Pavilion is actually quiet.
Everyone unanimously looked at the inconspicuous room on the right corner of the second floor, which looked a bit shabby and incompatible with the entire luxury restaurant.
Look up.
"Okay--" Surprisingly, the entire restaurant burst into waves of applause and applause, shaking the world inside and outside the building, and the people on the streets of West Market looked forward in surprise. They saw that many people who could not enter the Qinxian Pavilion stood under the west wall with their necks stretched out, looking up at the window where the pipa sound floated, and clapping their hands desperately in applause, so mesmerized.
The crowd is almost boiling.
Qin Mubai gently put down the teacup and looked at the monster with a smile.
The demon's expression was a little cramped, blushing, and her head down.
"You have surpassed me, Yao'er." Qin Mubai smiled, "Have you heard it, I haven't seen him, but the whole Changan cheers for you!"
The monster Fengruo Guizhen hugged the pipa in her arms tightly, as if she was afraid that it would be snatched away, bit her lip lightly, and said in a voice so low that she could only move a city, What's the use? After all... I still can’t touch that heart of God. Because I’m just a mortal."
Qin Mubai looked at the monster, squinted and smiled.
At this moment, in his eyes, the demon with a reddish complexion and grey eyes was more touching than the drunken concubine outside the building who was drinking with the gods.
The sparrow becomes a phoenix?
Such things are not just legends.