Walk to the west corner of Sweetwater Street, then turn to the Royal Street, and walk forward thirty or forty steps away, only to see that there is an independent and peculiar style three-house building on the north side of the spacious street, which can really be said to be carved beams and paintings, Qionglou Yuyu. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are two carved roses and bright lacquer nanmu pillars in the middle of the building door, the pillar hangs the big red palace lamp with a hundred birds and a phoenix, the candle with a thick arm in the lantern, illuminates the door brightly, the top of the red vermilion lacquer door hangs a black gold silk nanmu plaque, and the dragon flies and the phoenix dance on it inscribes three big characters "Baochun Building"

At this time, although it was almost late at night, and the entire Bianliang City was almost asleep, it seemed that the day had just begun.

In the hall on the first floor, several turtle slaves shuttled back and forth with large copper teapots in their hands, and a table of men who came here to have fun hugged their faces full of rouge, forcing the cheerful girl to drink wine and taste tea.

Standing in the hall on the first floor, looking up at the second and third floors, there are sandalwood beams, crystal jade as lamps, pearls as curtains, and Fan Jin as pillar bases. The sound of swallows and warblers came from the agarwood pavilions, singing and laughing.

This is the golden time of Zhengqing Building.

The old bustard, who was sitting at a table on the first floor, saw Chen Lang, Xie Jinwu, and Ding Qian walking in, hurriedly stepped forward, and said to Chen Lang: "Yo, I haven't seen Mr. Chen for a long time, I don't know how to be there recently." ”

Chen Lang stretched out his hand and pushed the old bustard away and said, "Go, hurry up and call a few beautiful girls, son, I invite two buddies here today to have fun!" ”

The old bustard hurriedly shouted: "Xiaomei, Xiaoju, Xiaolan, you three hurry up and serve the three masters." ”

"It's coming!" Before the voice fell, with a gust of fragrant wind drifting by, three girls with flowers and branches fluttered like birds.

Ding Qian hurriedly waved his hand and said to the old bustard: "Mom, I just want to listen to the singing, but there are girls who perform." ”

Xie Jinwu also nodded and said, "That's exactly what I meant!" ”

The old bustard smiled and said: "Since these two masters like to be elegant, it just so happens that my Baochun Lou recently came to a bearded girl from the Western Regions, and the pipa can be said to be a must." Speaking of this, he muttered, "But ......"

Chen Lang glared and said, "But what? ”

The old bustard smiled: "But the price is not bad." ”

Chen Lang scolded: "Fuck, dead old bustard, are you afraid that I can't pay the silver, master." As he spoke, he took out a small gold ingot from his sleeve and threw it at the foot of the old bustard, saying: "Open your's eyes and see if these are enough for the young masters to eat, drink and have fun." ”

The old bustard bent down and picked up the gold ingots from under his feet, checked it in his hand and came to his eyes to look at it carefully, and said with a smile: "Yo, this is a barefoot gold ingot." Then invite the three masters to listen to the rain pavilion and sit down! ”

Chen Lang put his arm around Miss Xiaolan's waist and said unabashedly to Ding Qian and Xie Jinwu: "You two go and listen to the song, I want to be happy with Xiaolan." These days I am guarding my pregnant mother-in-law at home, and she is dying of thirst. His hand slid down, patted Xiaolan's buttocks and said, "Let's go, hurry up and lead my brother and me to your boudoir." Saying that, he didn't look at Ding Qian and Xie Jinwu again, and hugged Xiaolan and went straight up the stairs.

Xie Jinwu smiled and said to Ding Qian: "Brother Chen is really a person of temperament. ”

Ding Qian nodded and smiled, but did not speak.

The old bustard said: "Two masters, don't stand here, I'll take you to listen to the rain pavilion!" Ding Qian and Xie Jinwu followed the old bustard, passed through the hall on the first floor to the backyard, and along a gravel path with bamboo shadows swaying on both sides, they came to a quaint wooden house with the words "Listening to the Rain Pavilion" written on the door plaque, and the old bustard stood in front of the door and said softly: "Miss Qingdai, have you slept!" ”

A voice came from the room: "Mom, I haven't slept yet, is there anything wrong with you!" ”

The old bustard said in a consultative tone: "Two sons have come, saying that they are here to listen to your pipa playing." ”

The people in the room seemed to be pondering, and after a moment said, "In that case, let's invite the two sons in!" ”

The old bustard turned to Ding Qian and Xie Jinwu and said, "Two sons, please come in!" ”

Ding Qian and Xie Jinwu gently pushed open the door and walked in, although the two of them were also well-informed, they were still stunned by the scene in front of them, this room looks quaint on the outside, but there is a hole in the inside.

The roof beams of sandalwood, the big bed of golden silk nanmu, the bed is hung with a shark silk treasure tent, the tent is embroidered with beads and silver thread begonia flowers, the wind is moving, like falling clouds and mountains and the sea of illusions.

The couch is set up with a green jade incense pillow, covered with soft silkworm ice sticks, and stacked with jade belts. There is a huge bright moon pearl hanging on the top of the treasure in the house, shining brightly, like a bright moon. The ground is paved with white jade, embedded with gold beads, chiseled into a lotus, the flowers become the appearance of a five-stemmed lotus, the petals are fresh and exquisite, even the stamens are delicate and recognizable, and the barefoot step is only warm and moist, it is actually chiseled into the warm jade of Lantian, straight like the jade lotus step by step, comparable to the extravagance of Pan Yuer's golden lotus step by step.

A barefoot girl was sitting cross-legged on the lotus, holding a pipa in her arms, seeing Ding Qian and Xie Jinwu walking in, she stretched out her hand and pointed to the two carpets at the door and said: "Two sons, please sit, there is tea on the table, if you are thirsty, please poop." ”

Ding Qian and Xie Jinwu took off their shoes and sat cross-legged on the carpet, and then looked at the girl.

I saw that her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her red lips were lightly opened, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth seemed to have a slight smile. The red robe wraps the white and delicate skin, revealing a pair of fine white and tender calves, and the feet are also decorated with small and delicate silver bells, which seem to be almost the same as the Central Plains people, but the brown shawl hair, lined with two blue eyes like a deep lake, has a charm, there is a style outside the plug.

After watching Ding Qian and Xie Jinwu sit down, Qing Dai said in a somewhat stiff language: "The two sons are really elegant, at this time, the other men are warm and fragrant and warm jade in their arms, but the two of you come to listen to the music, it is really rare." ”

Xie Jinwu smiled indifferently and said: "Men, not all of them are wine-colored people, the turbid ones are turbid, and the clean ones are self-purifying, and they have different preferences." ”

Qing Dai whispered softly: "A good turbidity is self-turbid, and the clear is self-purifying, I don't know what tunes the two sons want to listen to." ”

Xie Jinwu said: "Singing and dancing are always depressing, how about asking the girl to play a passionate tune." ”

Qing Dai nodded, her slender fingers swept across the quaint pipa, and the exhilarating sound came out of the pipa.

Qing Dai opened her lips lightly and sang while playing: "Grape wine glow-in-the-dark cup, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately." Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times. ”

In the sound of singing and pipa, it seems to make people return to the battlefield of Jin Ge Iron Horse, swords and swords, the soldiers of the opposing sides are shouting, fighting, the front falls, the back rushes up, and finally, in the bloody twilight, only a few war horses that have lost their owners are left, in the mournful Si Ming.

The fight of recruiting people finally left only speckled tears from people, and their accumulated white bones were turned into the great achievements of the emperor in opening up the territory.

When the last note fell, two lines of tears had already hung on the face of the green girl.

Ding Qian pondered silently there.

Xie Jinwu pressed his hands on the coffee table, and let out a long sigh from his mouth.

The room suddenly fell silent, and only the sound of the night breeze outside the window sweeping through the rustle of bamboo leaves could be heard......

After a long time, the Qingdai girl picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped away the tears on her face, took a light breath, and the slender fingers slid up on the pipa strings. This is a pipa song that describes the period of Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty Wang Zhaojun went to the Xiongnu and his relatives, and missed the old national garden.

At this moment, Qingdai is using songs to tell her feelings, she is worried about her hometown's father, maybe she is missing her lover from afar, a girl wanders the world, how much sorrow should there be in her heart.

Although Ding Qian didn't know what Miss Qingdai played, he felt the indescribable depression.

When Miss Qingdai finished playing "Plugged Song", Ding Qian waved her hand and said, "Girl, can you play some bright songs." ”

Miss Qingdai nodded, did not make a sound, but tightened the strings, and waved her fingers to play.

As the music sounded, the room seemed to suddenly brighten.

Winter goes to spring, the earth recovers, everything is thriving, the melody is fresh and smooth, and the rhythm is relaxed and bright.

Ah, Xie Jinwu was surprised, this is "Yangchun White Snow" that has been lost for many years

"Yangchun White Snow" is said to be the Spring and Autumn Period in the early spring of February, in order to congratulate Qi Henggong on his ascension to the position of the overlord of the Central Plains, Qi Chinese musician Liu Juanzi and Jin Chinese musician Le Kuang two people at the foot of Mount Tai, the Yellow River ensemble a piece.

Yang Chun means that all things know spring, and the wind is light.

White snow means awe-inspiring cleanliness and the sound of bamboo.

As the slender hands of the Qingdai girl moved up and down, Ding Qian, Xie Jinwu felt the spring breeze blowing in their faces, and there was a kind of comfort in their hearts, the two couldn't help but applaud in unison, the Qingdai girl seemed to have been rendered by the spring, and gently shook her feet, the silver bells decorated on the ankles, made a crisp sound, and the ensemble played the pipa sound one after another, so that it sounded so relaxed, intoxicated physically and mentally, as if he was at this time, at the foot of Mount Tai, on the shore of the Yellow River, watching the willows swaying with the wind in spring, Listen to the whispers of the spring snowflakes......

A song is played.

Qingdai girl looked at Ding Qian, Xie Jinwu seemed to be still interested, so she played a song "Drunken Return Song" and sang while playing: "Reminiscing about the past and getting along with friends, I was so drunk that I forgot to go home." Staggering away, wet spring morning dew. Mo Fu! Mo Fu! The family raised their hands to cover their eyes. ”

When Ding Qian and Xie Jinwu heard it, this was an eviction order, and when they looked up again, they saw that the window was already white, and it was dawn.

So, Ding Qian and Xie Jinwu stood up and said, "Girl, say goodbye!" ”

Miss Qingdai sat there and said softly, "Don't send it!" ”