Shu E thought of Gonggong Chu's "seeing", and there must have been a lot of red tape, so she wanted to push it back. Suddenly, he saw the corner of Lanchuan Xiujie, nodded lightly, and said, "Since you are here, you will not be wary when you see it." ”

Gonggong Chu bowed slightly: "I'll go and call everyone from all departments to come over." ”

Shu E shook her head and said, "Please also ask Gonggong Chu to take me around." ”

Gonggong Chu didn't seem to believe what Shu E said, raised his head to look at Shu E, and just smiled. Shu E also smiled and asked, "How?" ”

Gonggong Chu nodded and guided in front of Shu E.

"At the beginning of the founding of our dynasty, we followed the old Tang system and set up a teaching workshop. Emperor Taizu Pingjingnan, 32 people were happy; Pingxichuan, one hundred and thirty-nine people; Pingjiangnan, 16 people; Pingtaiyuan, nineteen people; Eighty-three people were paid tribute by the Yu vassals. There are seventy-one people in the mansion of Taizong. Within the four seas, capable people who are good at music and rhythm are all included. In the past generations, they have also absorbed the talents and outstanding people recommended from all over the world. Father-in-law Chu said slowly, the two had already left Lanchuan's courtyard, Father-in-law Chu looked back and said with a smile: "For example, Lanchuan is a Heyi musician." Recommended by the music class of the capital to enter the palace. At first, he was at the Great Music Department, and then I placed him in the workshop. ”

Shu E nodded, "My father-in-law can be regarded as having the grace of knowing him." ”

Gonggong Chu took Shu E to another house and said, "The workshop was divided into four departments at the beginning, and then gradually increased. By the time of this dynasty, it had become thirteen. Bamboo squirts, big drums, cane drums, clapper color, flute color, pipa color, zheng color, square sound color, sheng color, dance whirl color, song board color, miscellaneous drama color, joining the army color. ”

The two of them stopped in front of a courtyard as they spoke, and the plaque read "Flute Color".

"I don't know which part Lanchuan is in now?" Shu E asked.

"The Lanchuan qin and flute are unique, and they are temporarily divided into the 'flute color department'." Gonggong Chu replied.

"How many people are in each of the thirteen?" Shu E asked again.

"Some are more than a dozen, and some are dozens to hundreds." Gonggong Chu didn't know what Shu E meant, but he still replied respectfully, "There are eleven people in this flute department. ”

Shu E looked at the courtyard of the Dise Department, with a puzzled look in her eyes. Gonggong Chu looked at Shu E, then at the courtyard of the Dise Department, and said with a smile: "Most of these many musicians live outside the palace. Out of the east of the house, all of them are inhabited by palace people. A person with outstanding skills like Lan Chuan often lives in the palace, also for the convenience of summoning from above. As he spoke, he waved his hand at the door of the Dise Department: "Madame, do you want to go in and have a look?" ”

"Listening to the sound of the flute in the courtyard, I guess I'm busy at the moment. I won't go in and disturb it. Only Grandpa Lao took me around to take a look. Shu E said softly.

Gonggong Chu took Shu E to see it everywhere, and what kind of musical instruments each ministry specializes in are also described in detail one by one.

When it came to "Dancing Swirl Color", Father-in-law Chu said: "Dancing Swirl Color is in charge of all kinds of loose music, among which the most people come from vassal states and foreign lands. ”

"Are there any musicians from the Heyi clan?" Shu E asked.

"Nope." Gonggong Chu shook his head, "Heyi is a small clan, and people are not happy. At present, there is only one person in the entire teaching workshop, well, together with the Taichang Temple's Great Music Department and the Propaganda Department. ”

Shu E's eyebrows frowned slightly, and then asked, "What about before Lanchuan?" ”

Gonggong Chu didn't understand what he meant, but said: "I have been here for many years, and I only know Lu Daolanchuan. ”

Shu E looked at Gonggong Chu's expression, knowing that he must have doubts in his heart, frowning and saying, "It's been less than a year since Lanchuan entered the palace." ”

Seeing that Gonggong Chu nodded, he asked with a smile, "This is strange!" How did I hear Yang Meiren say that before Lanchuan, there was a Dali country and Yi musician, who also played the piano well. I was thinking that since I was a fellow villager of Lanchuan, I might be able to play with Lanchuan. ”

In a hurry, Yang Meiren mentioned Qingjiang because Yang Meiren likes music, and everyone in the palace knows it.

Sure enough, Gonggong Chu thought for a while, and said with a smile: "There are a few musicians in Dali, but there is only one Lanchuan in Heyi." Sure enough, it was Yang Meiren who said it, Dali people...... "Chu Gonggong's eyebrows frowned slightly, "Yang Meiren said it, I think it's the white-clothed family?" Back then, there was a white-clothed musician who was deeply loved by the imperial concubine, but it's a pity, alas, it's a pity that ......"

When Shu E heard these two "pity", her heart couldn't help jumping suddenly. Trying his best to suppress the tension in his heart, he asked curiously, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's a pity that this musician lived a short life, and unfortunately passed away the summer before last." Gonggong Chu said, squinted his eyes slightly, seemed to see something, and muttered: "Count it up, Qingjiang has been gone for almost two years......

Qingjiang.

Shu E's palms were sweating.

When Miao Yuan was unconscious, he would recognize himself as someone else, but he knew that Dao Qingjiang was dead. On the contrary, after he is conscious, he can recognize himself, but he will mistake Lanchuan for Qingjiang.

When Miao Yuan was delirious, he didn't remember almost all of the things now, but he clearly remembered the scene when Qingjiang died. And even after recovery, he only forgot the fact that Qingjiang died.

The relationship between this is really too mysterious.

However, as far as is known today, Qingjiang does have its own people, and Qingjiang is indeed dead.

Although Shu E had already learned from Miao Yuan that there was a musician who died in the fire of Yuqing Palace, Miao Yuan was insane and could not fully believe it. Hearing what Gonggong Chu said today, Shu E was convinced. As for how Qingjiang died, just listening to the two "pity" of Father-in-law Chu, he knew that it was indeed as Miao Yuan said, he was buried in the fire.

Shu E felt a slight chill in her heart, but she was afraid that Qingjiang was really as Miao Yuan said, she was locked in the room by a woman, so that she couldn't escape.

Gonggong Chu saw that Shu E was slightly tired, presumably because the weather was hot, and she couldn't stand it as a young girl. So he briefly introduced the remaining parts, and sent someone to send Shu'e back.

In the past, the teaching workshop and the Great Music Department, a short walk away, is the stone bridge.

From a distance, you can see that the roof of the temple that crossed the bridge seems to have white doves on it. Shu E just couldn't muster up the courage to go see Miao Yuan. Thinking of the words that the Yan family told her to stay out of the matter, and thinking of the people from the teaching workshop around her, she sighed towards the east and walked towards Yong'an Hall.

"When is Madame coming tomorrow?" The little one will pick you up at Yong'an Hall. The little eunuch who followed Shu'e asked.

Shu E came back to her senses and saw that the little eunuch was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and couldn't help but think of Xiao Yingzi, and felt sad in her heart. Seeing the little eunuch's demeanor respectful, he was cautious when he spoke and walked, and said with a gentle smile: "I want to go over and go by myself, I don't need to pick it up." It's enough for you to send it here, go back quickly. ”

The little eunuch listened to Shu E's words, but there was a terrifying look on his face, his eyes were full of fear and pleading, and after a while, he called "Madame......" but his voice trembled a little.