Chapter 60 The Mojia Moment

"You sang last night!"

Zhuo Ji saw Yun Lang coming out of the ugly room, so he said eagerly.

Yun Lang's head hurt badly, he was dragged into the ugly room by Liang Weng and them last night, and he was still a little conscious at the beginning, but then he didn't know anything.

His head hurts, his mouth is very thirsty, and he wants to drink water very much, but except for Liang Weng, who is squatting at the door and basking in the sun and pretending to be deaf, the ugly Yong, the little worm, and Liang Weng's sick wife are all gone.

Listening to Zhuo Ji's eagerness, she said irritably while making tea.

"I know a lot, I will sing a song or two from time to time, and next time I will sing you something better, disturb your sleep, you forget about it!"

"No, the short song you sang last night is really good, but it is almost an imposing ending, so that this short song only has self-pity and self-pity but no momentum like a mountain and a river, and it will inevitably fall into the inferior in the end."

"Is there such a thing? What song did I sing last night that made you so emotional? ”

Yun Lang, who got tea to drink, finally came back to life, and his brain became bright.

Zhuo Ji looked at Yun Lang regretfully and said: "It seems that it is just a flash of inspiration, after all, you are young and your talent is limited, and in another ten years, you will be able to write better tanka."

Fortunately, I will help you remember it sooner or later, otherwise, a rare good song will be wasted.

Listen up - a song about wine...... Geometry of life...... For example, the morning dew, the days are bitter......"

After hearing the first sentence, the sweat on Yun Lang's forehead flowed down...... He remembered that the last sentence of Cao Cao's "Short Song Xing" was - the mountains are not tired of being high, the sea is not tired of being deep, Zhou Gong is spitting and feeding, and the world is in the heart! ”

He wanted to cover Zhuo Ji's mouth immediately, but the woman's voice was so high and loud that he could probably hear it clearly from two streets.

Cao Cao just finished singing this song, and then was burned by Zhou Yu...... Yun Lang now felt that his neck was itching terribly, and there might be a ghost-headed knife missing this position.

Those who sang this song in the Han Dynasty did not end well...... Prime Minister Cao Cheng was not spared.

When Yun Lang, who was about to be drowned by sweat, Zhuo Ji and the soprano sang "Three turns around the tree, there is no branch to follow", she stopped regretfully and said to Yun Lang: "I can't get enough of it......"

"Gone?" Yun Lang asked hopefully.

"No, you sang it here last night, and you sang it miserably three times, and then you got drunk...... You're okay today, you might as well think about it and make up the last sentence! ”

Hearing Zhuo Ji say this, Yun Lang's heart that was about to jump out finally settled down, wiped the sweat on his head and said: "That's it, things in this world are unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, it's actually good to leave some regrets, sometimes mutilation is also a kind of beauty, more often it can save lives!" ”

While the two were chatting, there was a knock on the door.

After Lao Liang opened the door, he found two old men standing in front of him, one with gray hair, but his face was like a crown of jade, three locks of long beard floating on his chest, the momentum was extraordinary, the clothes on his body were made, and although the embroidery was superior, it was a little shabby.

The other was dressed in gray dark clothes, with a short figure, a belly as big as a drum, and a green hosta in his hair.

Without waiting for Lao Liang to see the salute, the old man in deep clothes threw him a handful of money and said: "Disturb the neighbors, we were attracted by the singing of the shyster, and I want to listen to it again, and please don't be surprised by the master." ”

After the old man in deep clothes finished speaking, he walked into the courtyard by himself, sat down on the seat with his companion Big Thorn, pointed to Zhuo Ji and said, "The praiser is a good color, let's do another song!" ”

Liang Weng didn't dare to stop him, so he could only look at Yun Lang at a loss, and Yun Lang waved his hand to signal Liang Weng to leave.

He smiled and said, "I haven't consulted the elder yet." ”

The old man with three locks of long beard smiled and said: "Remember, this is my Han Han's big music Ling Han Ze, who is in charge of Yuefu, and often walks around His Majesty. ”

Great Happiness made Han Ze laugh and said: "The famous Bianguang Marquis Liu Ying, the descendant of Emperor Wen, and the bloodline of Empress Dou also came to threaten the child with the old man's little Great Happiness Order?" ”

Hearing that this person was Liu Ying, the Marquis of Bianguang, Zhuo Ji, who was originally angry, immediately changed to a face full of smiles, twisted heavily on Yun Lang's waist who was stupidly thinking about bladder problems, and then stepped forward and said: "The little woman had no intention of singing a new word, but she didn't expect to disturb the nobles."

The nobleman was at ease, and the little girl sang again. ”

Liu Ying didn't look at Zhuo Ji's beautiful face, but looked at Yun Lang with great meaning and said: "Young people's hearts are like bears, and their courage is like a tiger, and it is really rare to be able to obtain 3,000 acres of land in Shanglin Yuan to build a manor by relying on Yuan Shuo's plow."

Han Ze, do you think that the person who can gamble and fight with His Majesty is something that I can scare as a marquis? ”

Zhuo Ji's color changed, Yun Lang took a step forward and said: "In short, it is a matter of benefiting the country and the people, and it is also Your Majesty's kindness, the princess's generosity, and the prosperity of the national road, so that there is such a small gamble." ”

Han Ze looked at Yun Lang's light face with admiration and said: "The Marquis of Bian Guang has always liked the art of organ information, and he has been immersed in this way for forty years, and he is admired by the whole world. ”

Hearing Han Ze say this, Zhuo Ji's body trembled terribly, and after the Mo family was Mo Zhai and the bird slippery, the Mo family was divided into three branches: the ink of the Xiangli clan, the ink of the Xiangfu clan, and the ink of the Deng Ling clan.

Most of the ink artists come from the lower strata of society, with the purpose of "rejuvenating the world and eliminating the harm of the world" as the purpose of educating the world.

They are clothed in fur brown (broken sheepskin) and tardled (straw sandals), day and night, and live a miserable life. The ink can "go to the soup and fight the blade, and die without turning the heel".

Zhuo Ji was very afraid that Yun Lang's master was the Mo family...... The secret art of the Mo family is never passed on, and once it is passed on, it will also need to be recourse.

Pingsuo once guessed Yun Lang's master, but he was dispelled by Yun Lang's comfortable personality and his suspicion that Yun Lang was a child of the Mo family.

Now, Liu Ying, the leader of the Mo family, has chased after her, and Zhuo Ji suddenly remembered that Yun Lang said that he was an outcast of the master, and her body trembled even more.

Mencius said, the world said, if it does not return to Yang, it will return to Mo, (talking about Yang Zhu, who "plucks a hair and benefits the world", and Mozi, who advocates "love") Yunlang official, where do you come from? ”

Liu Ying sat down, and Yun Lang realized that this guy in old clothes was indeed stepping on a pair of straw sandals.

Yun Lang said with a smile: "Juzishe is at the end, since you were attracted by the singing voice of the eldest daughter of the Zhuo family, why don't you take a sip of tea first and listen to the new tunes that the two of you will never forget?" ”

Liu Ying paused for a moment, put a pair of slender and white hands on the desk, and said softly: "It's abrupt." The voice was low, and there was something gloomy.

Yun Lang arched his hand and said: "Rest easy, the Yun family has some novel soup offerings, and let Yun Lang prepare it." ”

Yun Lang went to the kitchen, and the frightened Zhuo Ji also followed him to the kitchen, and as soon as he rushed in, he grabbed Yun Lang's hand and begged: "Don't tell me that you are an outcast of the Mo family." ”

Yun Lang's subordinates didn't stop, and while skillfully breaking the tea cakes and putting them into the tea can, he said with a smile: "When a child of the royal family becomes a member of the Mo family, the Mo family is basically finished."

Don't be afraid of them, they're almost finished. ”

"Are you an outcast of the Mo family?" Zhuo Ji's tears are about to fall, her Zhuo's iron smelting workshop is now using the iron smelting method given by Yun Lang.

If the Mo family started to pursue, she didn't dare to think about the consequences.

Yun Lang quickly put a few plates of pastries on the dinner plate, handed them to Zhuo Ji and said, "Don't worry, I can't fight with the Mo family." ”

Zhuo Ji held the wooden plate and said suspiciously: "Really? ”

Yun Lang smiled: "Naturally, it's true, it's too advanced than them." ”

The word senior, Zhuo Ji already understands what it means, since Yun Lang said this, it should be true, as long as Yun Lang is not the Mo family, the two people who came to the house today, no matter how noble their status, are nothing more than two guests.

Zhuo Ji went out with mung bean cakes and colorful rice cakes, and Yun Lang looked at the two people who came again through the crack in the door.

He was sure that the Yuefu Great Le Ling was indeed because of Zhuo Ji's singing voice, because this old man, whom he had seen a few days ago, was the one who stood on the second floor with him to watch Yanglingyi.

However, such people are generally very polite, and even if they want to come, they will send a servant to say a word first, and they will only come after being welcomed by the master's family.

Knocking on the door like this is probably instigated by the bladder.

The tea was boiling, and the fragrance was overflowing, both Han Ze and Liu Ying liked this medicinal soup very much.

The three of them were amazed by this kind of southern Jiamu, and they had a positive attitude towards the Yun family's pastries.

Of course, Zhuo Ji's singing was also very successful, and Yuefu Dale Ling highly respected this "short song", and asked for white silk on the spot and recorded it by himself.

Yun Lang took a sneak look, but was confused, the white silk was covered with large and small circles or dots, as well as boxes of different sizes, like graffiti.

After two rounds of tea, Dale made Han Ze happily use a guqin with Zhuo Ji to finalize the new song.

Liu Ying said with a sad face: "The world doesn't know what the Mo family has been doing for a long time. ”

Yun Lang looked at Liu Ying and was silent for a moment, and whispered: "Waterwheel, can you know the moment of the water mill?" ”

Liu Ying nodded.

Yun Lang smiled: "I have a difficulty. ”

A smile also appeared on Liu Ying's face, and he arched his hand and said, "Lang Guan, please say, as long as it is beneficial to my Mo family, everything can be discussed." ”