Pursed his lips and smiled at the flying snow, and there was a happy time when he was young. It's just fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, the kung fu has grown into an adult. There is no more fun of youth, and more battles in the court.

Emperor Xiao Yin boarded the carriage, and Zhao Ping asked, "Is Your Majesty going back to the palace?" ”

Xiao Yin said: "No, go to the red sleeves." ”

I never go to the land of fireworks, and today I surprisingly want to listen to a tune. Most of the palace music in the palace is those court music, but it lacks the common minor. I'm really tired of the harem fighting for me, and several noble concubines have no heirs waiting for the emperor's favor day and night. Although the queen Xun has been pressing, the harem seems to be blooming everywhere, and the concubines are blooming. The lord of the harem is not, and after dealing with the government affairs, he still needs to deal with the harem concubines.

Xiao Yin, whose face looked a little tired, said, "Let's go, Zhao Ping put away his sword and changed his clothes." ”

dismissed the guards, leaving only one Zhao Ping, who had changed into a coarse black cloth. Zhao Ping drove the carriage and pressed the snow. Listening to the sound of squeaky snow, my heart was inexplicably quiet. Zhao Ping drove the carriage and said: "Your Majesty's red sleeves have changed the owner, I don't know if there is still the fun of the year." If His Majesty wants to listen to the tune, Weichen has a few good places to go. ”

Xiao Yin naturally understood what Zhao Ping meant, which was nothing more than introducing a few musicians who had a good relationship to the emperor. It is a lifelong dream for a musician to be favored by the monarch. did not reply to Zhao Ping, and said directly: "Drive well." ”

Along the way, Zhao Ping told the emperor about the scenery of the red sleeves one by one, and he didn't hear it in his heart at all. When Zhao Ping entered Taiping City, the song "Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes Song" had already amazed Taiping City. Although the latter was rehearsed, it was not as wonderful as it was back then. Without that person to play, no matter how beautiful the song is, it will lose a little charm.

Approaching the red-sleeved Zhao Ping said: "Your Majesty's red-sleeved recruitment is going to play the "Neon Dress and Feather Song" recently, and it seems to be today. ”

This re-emerging court music has been popular in Taiping City for a few years, and several major orchestras want to pay a lot of money to buy dance music from Red Sleeves. The behind-the-scenes boss who took over the red sleeve trick gritted his teeth and was not moved by the big profits. The music has never been circulated, and it is only played three times a year, from time to time.

Jumping out of the carriage, Xiao Yin looked at the red-sleeved gesture that was just passing by and had never stepped into half a step and said, "Go in, remember to change your name." ”

The red-sleeved move-inside changed the customs of the year, and the lobby was unusually quiet, mostly some scholars. There are poems and songs hanging everywhere, and every calligraphy and painting has a signature. Qingping's music pulls out the distracting thoughts in the heart little by little.

In the melodious music, scholars are rarely competing with each other, and the two scholars are arguing with red faces, just because of the difference between the words of a poem. The white-faced scholar said: "I don't know the way into the mountain, and it seems that the snow has not disappeared." ”

The middle-aged man with a long beard scrambled for his earrings and said, "How can it be suspicious, the heavy snow covers the mountain and covers the road." I can't see the road at a glance, and it's clear that the heavy snow is still using the wrong word "suspicion". How can you suspect with what you see with your eyes, it should be that you don't know the way into the mountains, and it looks like the snow has not disappeared. That's right. Hope is to see, not to doubt. “

Xiao Yin looked at the scholar who was red and red because of the quarrel

Out of joy. There are more people reading in Daliang, and it is no longer what he wrote back then: the desert sand is flying, and a lot of them are grabbed. This is an allusion that Xiao Yin told many years ago when he was studying in Taixue.

At that time, there were very few people who read poetry and books, and everyone had to praise them for writing such poems. Being ridiculed by Nanchu scholars is the biggest shame for Da Liang. At that time, this poem became a classic example for Nan Chu to pick up and satirize Daliang readers at will, and did not understand the rhyme of poetry.

Zhao Ping smiled when he saw the emperor and said, "Xiao Gongzi's private room is upstairs. ”

Before the two of them went up the stairs, a gentle woman led the way, and Zhao Ping asked the woman to arrange a private room. Before she reached the door, the woman said: "The two sons, today on the fourth floor to play the "Neon Clothes and Feathers Song", I don't know if the two sons are interested in watching." ”

Zhao Ping, who was puzzled, looked at the woman, and came to the red sleeves many times to listen to "The Song of the Ni Dress and Feather", but was turned away for the first time. The second time I wore a rare jade pendant, I felt that the woman had a good eye and could see the glory.

Xiao Yin said: "Then go and have a look." ”

Seeing that the woman was about to open her mouth, Zhao Ping immediately took off the money bag from her waist, took out a silver that must have weighed ten taels and threw it into the woman's hand. Weighing the heavy silver, the woman said with a smile, "Two sons, please come with me." ”

Ascending to the third floor, Xiao Yin saw the imaginary romance, and everywhere was quiet. It's a little strange, the red sleeves were a big gold cave back then, and there is no need to be where the Chunlin Building is. If you don't have money on your body, you are embarrassed to come to the door.

The woman introduced: "This son is the first time to come to the red sleeve move, and the current red sleeve move is different from two years. Now the red sleeves only talk about poetry and songs, elegance and rhyme. Mr. Childe comes here mostly to make friends, and many of them to listen to music. Now Master Liu often makes a few tunes, and many sons, who love music, come here. ”

Xiao Yin nodded lightly and followed the woman up to the fourth floor, standing at the door and waiting for a long time before the woman hurried over. said: "The second son has already begun, please come in." ”

It's not too late, it's only halfway through the performance. Xiao Yin sat down under the leadership of the woman, and there were not many people in the seat, but there were also 180 people. None of them made a loud noise, and they watched the track quietly. Xiao Yin looked at the dance music that he hadn't heard for a long time, and remembered the green-shirted woman in the center. A generation of beauties, jade hands caressing the piano, demeanor is calm.

Looking at the woman playing the qin in the center of the stage, Zhao Ping lowered his head and said, "Xiao Gongzi fell in love with the woman who stroked the qin?" ”

Xiao Yin looked at Zhao Ping with evil eyes, and without waiting for Xiao Yin to speak, the middle-aged woman sitting next to him pointed at Zhao Ping and said, "Son, please be quiet." After saying that, he turned his head and continued to watch the dance music.

A dance music that amazed Taiping City, Zhao Ping really didn't know that he had been playing it for two years, couldn't he get tired of watching these Dagui? If it weren't for today's heavy snowfall, I'm afraid the soup stock would be full. As everyone knows, a dance music is recorded by a woman who is peerless, and more people watch dance music because they want to hear the final story.

When night falls, a very wonderful love story is told from a middle-aged scholar with a soundtrack. The voice seemed to be magnetic, and it cried out to each woman. Xiao Yin has

I don't understand, this story is a bit miserable, and it hasn't reached the level of making people cry. Walking out of the hall with disgust, this group of women did not grieve for the border soldiers, but grieved for the separation of love.

The women who left the lobby hid their faces, and the men who followed behind them had bitter faces. Xiao Yin only then understood why the red sleeves didn't have those tricks and could still make money. It's just that one earns a man's money and the other earns a woman's money.

Walking out of the red sleeve move, Xiao Yin asked: "Zhao Ping check who the current master of the red sleeve move is." ”

It is not only the love of the readers in the red sleeves, but also the women who only cry about love stories, who pays attention to the border war. Suddenly, I had a bad feeling for the readers in the Red Sleeve Move, but I became interested in the people behind the Red Sleeve Move.

Xiao Yin was about to get into the car when he saw an old man and a young man walking out of the building together. Zhao Ping pointed at the old man and said: "Son, which old man is the owner of the red sleeves now, and he is the famous musician Master Liu in Taiping." At that time, he spent a lot of money from the imperial court to buy a house with red sleeves, and he did not change his name and continued to operate. ”

Suddenly interested in this wealthy Master Liu, it's a pity that such a person doesn't get rid of the household. But when Xiao Yin saw which teenager would smile, he naturally knew Zhang Wenzheng, a famous talent who is now famous in Taiping City. In the early years, he often followed Shuangshang in and out of the court, although he was not in the establishment, and no one asked much.

Xiao Yin suddenly said, "Go and call Zhang Wenzheng over." ”

Zhao Ping, who didn't know what was going on, let go of the reins and walked over to the two of them and said, "Master Liu, Gongzi Zhang." ”

The two people who didn't know Zhao Ping looked at Zhao Ping strangely, and Zhang Wenzheng said, "Brother Tai, what's the matter." ”

With the arrogance of the army, he said: "Zhang Gongzi, my son-in-law wants to see Gongzi, please come with me." ”

Hearing Zhao Ping's tone, Zhang Wenzheng was a little annoyed, but he still didn't show it, Master Liu saw too many of these people and pulled Zhang Wenzheng. I saw Zhang Wenzheng say: "Please tell your son-in-law, it's getting late, if you go back late, my husband will blame." The next time we have a chance to meet, please see your son-in-law again. ”

Zhao Ping, who got the holy order, was angry and didn't fight anywhere, how dare the emperor's holy order be violated. Without saying a word, it was too late for Master Liu to stop Zhang Wenzheng. Zhao Ping's martial arts can also be ranked among the top in the thirteenth battalion, but how can two people who don't understand martial arts be able to stop Zhao Ping's brute force.

Constantly pulling hard and always losing to Zhao Ping, Master Liu called people anxiously. When Zhao Ping threw Zhang Wenzheng into the carriage, how could a big man be willing to be so wronged. What's more, it was a high-spirited young man, Zhang Wenzheng was about to get out of the car. Suddenly, the man sitting next to him shouted, "Wenzheng." ”

Suddenly looking up at the familiar face, Zhang Wenzheng immediately lowered his head and said with a nervous expression: "Xiaosheng see Your Majesty." ”

Xiao Yin gently lifted the curtain and saw Master Liu call a dozen people to surround the carriage. Xiao Yin said: "Let them retreat, although I will take a ride." Zhang Wenzheng got out of the car and said to Master Liu: "This noble man in Master Liu's carriage is my acquaintance, not a villain. ”

Master Liu was still not at ease when he saw Zhao Ping's appearance, Zhang

Wen Zheng immediately gestured in the direction of the palace. Master Liu hurriedly dismissed the guards, and if he didn't let go, he was afraid that the red sleeves would not be quiet today. I was afraid that now the entire red-sleeved move has been targeted, so he smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang Gongzi will leave." ”

Watching Master Liu leave, Zhang Wenzheng stared at Zhao Ping fiercely, and boarded the carriage with a childish expression. Zhao Ping tightened the reins and heard the person in the car say, "Let's go, go to the Peach Blossom Building." ”

Zhang Wenzheng, who was excited, said: "Your Majesty also likes peach blossom brewing. ”

Emperor Xiao Yin nodded lightly, but there was a woman in a green shirt in his mind. I remember the first time I tasted peach blossom brew, it was in the Jin Palace. But the song is moving, and it is still memorable until the East Palace. When Zhang Wenzheng mentioned the peach blossom brew, he also missed it a little, the second grade of the peach blossom fairy, the first grade of the daughter makeup, and the superb peach blossom brew.

Worse than the topic, he said: "The story of the Red Sleeves is made up by you." ”

Zhang Wenzheng suddenly blushed and said, "Your Majesty, you have heard it." "It's true that kind of story can't be elegant, but the noblewomen of Taiping City like it. Only this endless stream of stories can attract countless women, and women are just white flowers.

The emperor suddenly asked, "The method of making money with red sleeves is also your idea." ”

When asked this, Zhang Wenzheng raised his head, very nervous, after all, it was the first time to sit next to His Majesty, no. He immediately knelt down and said, "It's Xiaosheng's idea, please ask Your Majesty to condemn you." ”

(End of chapter)