The world is ten, and the Dali Dynasty has been alone for nine and five hundred years. The three kingdoms of Shu, Citrus and Qi guard the solidity of the mountains and rivers, and they are in a corner of peace, and they score a total of one point. The descendants of Li Baiyin, divided the princes, the first six countries, for Zhongshan, Nanshui, Husai, Xiqiao, Beiyuan, Dongying. and three hundred years, four hundred and thirty-six kingdoms. Up to now, the Great Li has declined, the princes have risen together, the number is unknown, the etiquette has collapsed, and the country will not be a country.

In the past three hundred years, the two countries of the two countries have rarely had contact with Dali, and the princes have conquered and have no time to take care of the orange and Qi, and the two countries have been able to survive in the troubled times.

Jiang Wangshu rushed to the capital of the fang in a hurry, and saw the Taifu Ri Qin Boxian, and then he knew that there was a heavy envoy coming to the capital.

"Taifu, I don't interfere with Li Su, why do you send a heavy envoy?" Jiang Wangshu frowned, the conquest with the Qi State had already tired the country and the people, if Da Li intervened, the national fortune would be slim.

"Wangshu, the queen is not called Taifu," Ri Qin Boxian said angrily, "Da Li is in decline, and he is too busy to take care of himself." to make someone else. Tomorrow the king will leave the palace with a banquet, and then you and I will go. ”

Jiang Wangshu was anxious, and hurriedly said, "Wow, is it inappropriate?"

Ri Qin Boxian said: "I lost my son and daughter, and I have to meet a virtuous son-in-law." What's wrong with it? ”

Jiang Wangshu agreed with a wry smile, even if the Da Fang court was against him as a marquis at the beginning, Ri Qin Boxian still tried his best to resist public opinion, and he was not taboo. He is not able to resist Ri Qin Boxian, but also really enjoys this love.

The next day, he left the palace. The king of the orange is in the first place, sitting facing the south, on both sides are the nobles of the four clans, on the left side there are Taishi Qingbo, Taibao Qizi, the master of the palace of Huang Li, Fan Di, Zhigui Acacia, etc., on the right there are Taifu Ri Qin Boxian, Zhigui Bachuang, Huangjiang Hou Jiang Wangshu, Taibu Baliang and so on. There are two heavy envoys, a veiled woman and a gentle son, sitting facing north.

"Song made Qiaoyu (Liu) pay homage to the king of the orange." Qiaoyu saluted, and Gongzi Liu also saluted.

"Wang, the minister has a word," Uncle Qing knelt down, got up and asked Ri Qin Boxian, "Is the Da Fang royal family the fourth clan or the fifth clan?" ”

Ri Qin Boxian frowned and said, "Four clans."

"Now that there are outsiders involved in politics, is it the fourth or fifth tribe?" Uncle Qing said sharply.

Ri Qin Boxian's face did not change and replied: "My son's horse leather shroud, the Taishi clan brother is safe and sound, do you have anything to say?" My son-in-law is in the Ritan family, is it considered my family? Wangshu Rong horse for 20 years, more than 30 battles of the size, every battle will be won, expand the land thousands of tilts, the king recites his merits, and seals the marquis of Jiangjiang, can it be regarded as a royal family? ”

The two went toe-for-tat, and Uncle Qing was speechless with his sarcastic words. The younger brother of the Taishi clan is Zhigui Acacia, his eyes are cloudy, and he doesn't say a word.

The king of the orange said angrily: "Enough, there is no need to argue, the three of them are my big citrus pillar stones." Today, there are envoys from the Song Dynasty, which should be a happy thing, playing songs and dances. ”

There are silk and bamboo orchestras playing in unison, there are dancing girls dancing in unison, and there are also sword attendants dancing swords, which is beautiful. After singing and dancing, the Song envoy high-fived and admired. King Fang asked: "This song "Qu Shui", what is the imitation of Song?"

Qiaoyu smiled slightly, took a Tao Xun from the cuff, and there was a waiter with a face like a fang. "King Citrus, this thing is Xun, clay firing, and the syllables are complete." Qiaoyu said.

The king of the orange was interested in this Tao Xun, and the Song Dynasty made Qiaoyu play, the sound was clear and beautiful, the music was soft, and the syllables were insignificant, like fairy sounds.

"Wonderful, wonderful." The king of the orange was full of appreciation.

"King Fang, my king wants to make friends with Fang, and he sent his ministers to envoys, there are thirty dancing girls and eighteen musicians, who are waiting outside." Qiao Yu smiled and said.

Qiaoyu is covered with a veil, the body is light, hazy and beautiful, and the words are full of charm.

"Wang, the minister has a saying," Ri Qin Boxian first knelt down to the king of the fang, and then got up to face the Song envoy, and said, "Song no one?" Sending a maidservant? ”

"A small state in the middle of nowhere, with a tired army, ten years, only sixteen countries." Childe Liu arched his hand and smiled, full of frivolity.

Regardless of the truth or reality, the royal family of the capital is all discolored.

King Citrus looked calm, knocked lightly on the table, and said, "Why don't you play Song Di song and dance to watch the elegance?"

Qiaoyu bowed his head, high-fived three times, 30 dancers, and 18 musicians, entered in turn. The musician or holds the sheng, or strokes the qin, or holds the flute, and the dancers are graceful and pretty. Qiaoyu gave up her hand and got up to take the piano.

"Wait, is the musician eighteen or nineteen?" Ri Qin Boxian asked loudly.

"Eighteen." Qiao Yuyan replied with a smile.

"Old and dizzy, I don't know odd and even." Ri Qin Boxian retreated.

Here, Qiaoyu began to play a song and dance, the rhythm was rapid, and it was full of the meaning of attacking.

"Huh?" Jiang Wangshu counted it, not even Qiaoyu, it was exactly eighteen, I don't know what Ri Qin Boxian wanted.

Ri Qin Boxian pointed to the person holding the flute in the middle, and then pointed to the hand. Jiang Wangshu looked over, the man was wearing a crown on his head, and his face was cold, not like a musician. Looking at his hands again, there are calluses all over the place, like a person who practices martial arts. The guards and the royal family were not allowed to carry knives, and there was not a single soldier in the palace, so Jiang Wangshu kept an eye on it and waited for the changes.

After singing and dancing, Qiaoyu got up and saluted, and said: "Wang, the song name "Yuling San" is composed by the soldiers in the army, and the vulgar sound is still expected to be treated."

King Fang nodded, silent, and the royal family was also silent, the syllables of "Yuling San" are more complete than "Qu Shui", and I don't know how much more clever they are. In terms of musical instruments alone, "Qu Shui" is only four kinds of sheng, flute, qin, and se, and it is also inferior.

"Wang, the minister took the three cities of Qi this year, and composed a new song, which was originally intended to be a gift for the king's birthday, but now there are guests coming, and the king has added an heir, which is for an auspicious day, as a congratulatory gift." Jiang Wangshu got up and said.

The king of the orange is overjoyed, Jiang Wangshu's poetry and literary attainments are unique in the country, and he naturally knows music theory. King Fang hurriedly said: "A musician is sent by Jiang Hou."

Jiang Wangshu only took a piano, sat on the ground, stroked the piano and sang. The song says:

"Bashan is sad and the water is cold, and I bring my robe to fight in all directions. Cao Chang Ge Xi wore a flag in his clothes, and drove a tiger and a leopard. The sword whimpered, the sword mocked, the arrow whistled and the spear roared. The left Qi was injured and the right Ji was injured, and the drum chief hammered and wailed. If you can't enter, you will work hard, and there is no way back. Eat the west wind and stay in the cold dew, and wear the stars and rivers to wear Chanjuan. The sun is shining and the day is over, and the sun is dawning and the night is broken. The banner is raised to bless our country, and the robe is dead and does not fall. ”

At the end of the song, all the seven strings were broken. Jiang Wangshu returned to his seat and was silent.

"I have a soldier and a soldier, all of them are robes, and they should be given wine. I am the Marquis of the Great Mandarin River, and the countryman is unparalleled, so he should give wine. "King Ou high-fived, the royal family did not talk about Xiang, Fan, Ritan, Ba, all high-fived.

Song made Qiaoyu also high-five, and Gongzi Liu muttered in a low voice: "Sister, it's just a piano, where is it brilliant."

Qiaoyu said softly: "Among the eight tones, only the string is the most. If the wheel strings are virtuous, the piano should be the head. Jianghou drums and pianos, no one is better than the right, you look outside, there are horses with long necks neighing, and there are birds and birds around the trees mocking. ”

"Thousands of men drink this cup." Jiang Wangshu raised the bottle and drank bitterly, and said with a heroic smile.

"Minister's horse leather shroud Ze drink this cup." Jiang Wangshu poured himself a drink and smiled bitterly.

"Orphans, widows, veterans drink this cup." Jiang Wangshu poured wine on the ground and cried at the desk.