Qingqing had to go to Su Zhi's house to get the piano, a good piano with a paulownia wood surface, Fu Xuan recognized at a glance that this was Su Zhi's twelfth birthday when he gave it to him, although it was not very good with the famous piano they saw later, but Su Zhi took care of it properly, the piano was spotless, the carved pattern still maintained the lacquer color of the year, Fu Xuan touched lightly, the sound of the piano was very accurate, and it was obviously tuned all year round. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"This piano from the top floor of Su Ge'er's study must be the best. Qingqing said, "I know that Brother Xuan is good at the piano, and if you want to play it, you have to play the best piano." ”

Fu Xuan smiled after hearing this, and said, "You are right, although this qin is not the best, but the sound is the most accurate." ”

Qingqing helped Fu Xuan put the piano on the piano case, Fu Xuan sat down, twisted slowly, and rubbed carefully, all these years I have been listening to the geisha in the workshop to play the piano, but fortunately I am not unfamiliar.

Between Fu Xuan's fingers, the strings trembled slightly, the sound of the piano was like a song of water, and then it was high and galloping like a thousand waterfalls pouring, urging thousands of flowers to bloom, a long song in the prosperous era, a gorgeous chapter, suddenly a low turn, its sound was sudden, and it seemed to contain sadness and sadness in the seclusion, such as crying and complaining, the slightest grievance, Xiao Xiao and sorrowful, looking up to the sky and sighing, startled up a night without sleeping. Fu Xuan turned his long fingers to the game, and the sound of the piano suddenly frustrated and sonorous, such as the wind and clouds rolled up, Pengcheng volleyed, shaking off the wind and rain all over the city, the rain fell little by little, and the mountains and rivers were silent. Fu Xuan hooked his finger and raised his arm, and the tail sound was lingering, swinging through the orchard.

After the song "Hexiao", Fu Xuan sat for a long time immersed in the music, although Qingqing did not understand music, he also squatted on the ground with his face and made no sound, shaken by the sound of the piano.

"Hexiao" is a secret song in the palace, which is said to have been composed by Lang Jun, who missed the princess of the previous dynasty. The first half of "The Night" tells the story of the princess and Lang Jun's loving newlywed, and the second half is Lang Jun's bitter grievances when he goes on an expedition to the princess. This song was very popular in the palace in the previous dynasty, and everyone who heard it was touched by this sad song, but the emperor thought that this song was too childlike and contrary to the life and death of the country's war, so he ordered the ban on this song. Fu Xuan also learned it from the qin music master in the palace when he was a child.

"The song is a good song, but it's a pity that the male bullet made a mistake. ”

A gentle female voice floated in. I don't know when, there was a person standing next to the orchard, standing independent, slender like a willow, wearing a plain shirt and a plain skirt, tying his hair with a scarf like a man, his face was clear and beautiful without powder, and his expression was clear and arrogant, like the frost and dew of early spring.

Fu Xuan has studied under the prince's teachers since he was a child, and raised with the prince and princess, and his poems, books, rituals and music are all excellent, and even Lu Miao, the "sound saint" of Youfang, also praised Fu Xuan as a party leader. And this song is already a forbidden song, how does this woman know that she played it wrong?

"Girl, please. Fu Xuan stood up and saluted, and let go of the piano.

The woman walked into the garden with light steps, and the spring mud was stained with her plain white skirt. The woman sat in front of the piano case, raised her jade arms and placed them on both sides of the piano, but did not touch the strings, only caressing the surface of the piano.

"The paulownia wood surface is the top grade of the piano, the echo is leisurely and clear, and it is also durable. "The woman seems to be spitting out a lotus, although she is not very old, but she sounds like she has studied the piano quite well.

The woman twists up the five strings, and the five tones of the palace merchant horn and the feather are alternately overflowing, blending and complementing each other, although it is the same song as Fu Xuanfu, but it is the same rhyme and different flavors. The "Closing Night" in the woman's hand is more free and easy in the high-pitched places, and the low-pitched places are filled in delicately. When the woman strokes the qin, she seems to be reborn without the shadow of the previous delicate and delicate substance, but is vigorous, swallowing mountains and rivers, controlling powerfully, between the jade arms withdrawing, the front section is vigorous and vigorous like the sound of the Pangu flood and the desolation, and the later chapter is sad and dense like the spring catkins in the sky.

When the love was strong, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, Fu Xuan had not yet woken up from the previous aftertaste, and the woman said: "Childe, here, the right finger is not a tick, but a hook." ”

After that, the woman touched the end of the string, gently hooked up, and put it on the ground, and the string seemed to be endowed with a soul in the woman's plucking. This change is indeed wonderful, and it seems to have taken this song to the next level.

Waiting for the woman to finish caressing, Fu Xuan endured the praise for a long time and finally blurted out: "Wonderful!" Qingqing squatted on the ground and sobbed, crying: "I don't know why, I want to cry when I hear this piano sound." ”

"Thank you, girl. The girl will be my 'teacher of one sound' from now on, but I have not asked her for her name. Fu Xuan said solemnly and respectfully.

Before the girl could speak, Qingqing pulled the corner of Fu Xuan's sleeve on the side, stared at the woman in front of her with her eyes, and said in a low voice: "Hey, this is the famous nightshade girl!"

"Yes, the little girl Nightshade, I have seen the son of the Xie family. Fang was in a hurry for a while, and asked the son to forgive me. "Nightshade also owes a debt and salutes.

Fu Xuan was shocked, the fairy-like figure in this painting was in front of him, and he didn't realize it, he really vainly called himself elegant, and lingered in the flower street for many years. This nightshade girl Fuxuan has also seen it, but a few years ago, when the nightshade girl was still a geisha, and there was no current Kwai Ling Pavilion, most of the geisha were as charming as flowers, so the nightshade girl in front of her was not recognized.

"Please forgive me for being rude!" Fu Xuan's cheeks turned crimson for a while, and said, "Everyone in Jianye City knows the name of the nightshade girl, and I am the most stupid and blunt one, I'm really ashamed!"

Nightshade said gently: "I have been retired for many years, and the son doesn't remember me." ”

"Miss Nightshade really has a good memory, she only saw me a few years ago but still remembered me. ”

"Definitely. Long Kui shook his head and said: "It's not that Long Kui has a good memory, it's just that this Xie eldest son is famous in Jianye, and everyone knows it." As soon as I saw it today, I really deserved the reputation of 'Jade Face Langjun'. ”

"Girl, don't laugh at me! Those nicknames are just random rumors from outsiders, and what is the matter with this God-given countenance that a man should do righteous deeds with his bearded body? Fu Xuan said again, "What is the nightshade girl doing in this orchard today?"

"When I came here to play the piano with Gongzi Zhi, I seemed to have left the rosin fragrance of the strings in this garden. ”

Fu Xuan glanced around, in addition to the grass in this orchard, there is mud, the grass in spring is the most lush, to find a piece of nail size rosin in the green grass, it is indeed necessary to put a lot of effort.

"If you want rosin, tomorrow I will ask someone to find the best of Jianye and send it to the house." ”

Nightshade only smiled lightly when she heard this, but did not speak, and continued to look down at the grass inch by inch.

"Qingqing, let's help the nightshade girl find rosin together. ”

Under the order of Fu Xuan, there were three more figures with their backs under the orchard tree, and the sunlight fell on the backs of the three people through the shade of the trees, and the nightshade did not use any branches, but just used his fingers to push the grass a little bit to find it. After a long time, the three of them had beads of sweat on their foreheads, but they still found nothing. The warm spring sun shines on the sweat and it is not easy to dissipate, and it is also strange and uncomfortable, Qingqing Lingzhu turned around, and said: "Miss Nightshade, my brother Xuan's body is not healed and he can't work too hard, can you take a rest." ”

When the nightshade heard this, he looked at Fu Xuan, and the scar under the fluttering robe was still looming. At that time, Jianye's night stabbing incident caused a storm in the city, how could Nightshade, who was in the flower street, not know, but she has always been cold and arrogant, does not show her true feelings, is also cold to people, never cares about the feelings of others, and naturally ignores Fu Xuan's kindness to help her find rosin when she recovers from a serious injury.

"It's okay, it's almost fine. Fu Xuan said loudly.

"Thank you, Childe, then I won't look for it. When Long Kui saw Fu Xuan throwing her body and helping her to scatter the dirt inch by inch with her hands, her heart was also touched.

Fu Xuan leaned back and rolled up his sleeves to wipe his sweat, and said, "I haven't been able to find it for so long, maybe I let the birds that fell in the garden take it away, or let the spring insects eat it." ”

"Childe is right, the rosin returns to the soil, and it also responds to its place, don't force it, then let it go. ”

"Tomorrow I'll have someone buy some of the best ones and send them to Kwai Ling Pavilion. ”

Nightshade said indifferently: "It's not necessary. ”

"The girl is my 'teacher of one sound', a few pieces of rosin are not a tribute, please don't shirk again. ”

Seeing that he couldn't resist him, Long Kui also responded, and only said "thank you" in a low voice. The women from the flower street are all enjoying the glory and grace given by the noble sons, what kind of extravagant and valuable utensils have not been seen, in the face of gifts in the heart will not make waves again, this little rosin is just a very ordinary thing.

Nightshade thought for a moment, then thought and said: "Having said that, but Nightshade is no longer a person in the workshop, accepting the gift of the son, the name is not right, if the son does not dislike it, go to the Kwai Ling Pavilion with the nightshade, I feast on the son of a few songs, and I also make the friend of the son, between friends, it is more pleasant to accept it." ”

"I ......" Nightshade is rarely invited, and Fu Xuan naturally can't ask for it, but now that he is grounded, he will never dare to disobey the ban of the lord of the two mansions. "Okay, the girl is invited, how can Fu Xuan shirk it. Fu Xuan shook his sleeves and said, "It's just that there is no spare carriage in the mansion at the moment, can you borrow the girl's carriage to take me out?"

Nightshade was stunned for a moment, but then changed to a light smile and bowed his head. Nightshade is resistant to being close to people in her heart, the carriage is a private space, how can she share it with others, but this time she should get off.

Fu Xuan and Long Kui happily walked towards the back door of the garden, and the carriage of Kwai Ling Pavilion was waiting in the Wuyi Inner Alley at the back door, fortunately, this Wuyi Inner Lane also belonged to the realm of Wang Xie's two mansions, and there were no special guard handles, only at the end of the inner alley there were two guards to detect the visitor.

The two took a few steps, and the nightshade suddenly looked back as if she remembered something, and sure enough, Qingqing was muttering and hesitating, her round eyes were staring at the direction she was leaving, and she said: "Little boy, you can come too, you are not very old, but you can cry when you listen to this "Hexiao", and you are also a person who is destined for this piano music, so it is good to be a companion with your Gongzi Xie?"

"Good! good!" Qingqing smiled when she heard this, and hurriedly caught up with the footsteps of the two. Although this nightshade girl is as cold as frost, she also looks cold and unsmiling when she speaks, but she is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and she is reasonable, which makes Qingqing feel an inexplicable sense of closeness in her heart.

The bell of the carriage of "Bell Bell" sounded crisply, washing the blue brick wall of Wuyi Inner Alley. Ling Yin came from near and far, stopping at the end of the inner alley, and the guards recognized the carriage of the nightshade, and also knew that she was a cold person, so they let her go without checking. The carriage sang all the way to the bustling street, and the city of Jianye had just sent away a group of patriotic soldiers who sacrificed their lives for righteousness, and when they turned around, they collectively lost their memories and lived their own extravagant or difficult lives. Fu Xuan lifted the curtain of the car slightly to look, the streets in spring are as vibrant as the old years, the street people brew new wine, the birds cry a little green makeup, if this comfortable day can be permanent, how good it would be.