Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

The music in the main hall is suddenly high-pitched and clear, and suddenly low and melodious, the heaviness of the chime, the agility of the sheng flute, and the tactfulness of the silk and bamboo, as if telling the glory of this palace and the glory of the previous life.

It seems to be describing the darkness of reality again, and the heartache for the collapse of the ritual and music civilization.

The notes are like bursts of torrential rain, coming all over the sky, like thousands of troops and horses roaring, the heroism of the iron bones, the cruelty of the murderous wilderness, the eyes seem to be a human killing, the long sword raised high, pierced into the infant baby, the woman knelt on the ground, tears were like a rushing river, next to the body of his man who had no head for a long time, next to him was a hideous lewd, he was humiliated again before he died......

Burning houses, crumbling cities, mutilated bodies lying to the ground, blood pooling into a small river, passing by, leaving no grass to grow.

After a while, it evolved into a little drizzle in the spring, moisturizing things silently, just like the quiet mountains, farmland tiles, Qianmo traffic, the old people basking in the sun outside the yard, looking at their grandchildren by the way, women are busy cooking in the house, the meal is ready, keep going out, looking at the direction of the farmland, looking forward to the return of their men again and again, the old people will squint happily every time they see their daughter-in-law come out, hehe smiles.

After a while, the men returned from the field with their ploughing oxen, and the women stepped forward to take over their farm tools, wiped the sweat on their faces, and said a few words of 'accusation' by the way, how could they come back so late, the men went to tie up the ploughing oxen with great arrogance, called the children, and led the old man into the house to eat together.

Qu Ling sat on the couch, he was deeply impressed by the music, Fang Cai's face was full of violence of resistance, and the sweat of his hands was dripping, but now he was intoxicated, although everyone did not understand music, but Confucius had mentioned in the "Book of Filial Piety":

"Teach the people to be loving, and don't be good at filial piety; Teach the people to be obedient and not good at it; Change customs, don't be good at fun; Governing the people in peace, don't be good at courtesy"

This may be the manifestation of ritual and music civilization, through the edification of music to change folk customs, through the formulation of etiquette to standardize the country, to educate the people to love each other, there is nothing more worthy of respect than filial piety, to educate the people to be respectful and obedient, there is nothing more worthy of reference than Taoism. The road to governing the country and leveling the world is often accomplished through continuous education.

"What kind of person can play such exquisite music!" Qu Ling exclaimed.

The young Tianzi of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty kept observing the girl in front of him, the beating of the notes, constantly changing her expression, this subtle change, showing that there is a strong yearning for the recognition and belonging of the ritual and music civilization in the depths of his heart. The young Zhou Tianzi couldn't help but have a lot of respect in his heart, in a turbulent era when etiquette collapsed and material interests were above all else, there were still people, liking and obsessing with this culture, can't it be said that this is God's gift to me, it is the fate of the previous life, so that she came to the land of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and came to my side.

The young Zhou Tianzi couldn't control his thoughts all of a sudden, and kept falling into a vain obsession.

As soon as he heard Qu Ling speak, he quickly intoxicated his face with happiness, deeply hidden behind the thick crown, and then said to the musician:

"Blind, you can rest for a while and come over to talk to the envoys."

"No". I saw that the music official got up, picked up the crutches beside him, and kept groping to come here.

"Ahh How a blind man. Meng Shuo burst out of a sentence without holding back, Qu Ling glanced at Meng Shuo with a sullen face, Meng Shuo also knew that what Fang had just said was rude, so he quickly got up and wanted to make amends.

All this was seen by the condescending young genius, and he thought, 'This woman is so kind-hearted, and she is very afraid of hurting the heart of the music official', and then said:

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, these musicians are blind, although the blind can't see things, but they have intelligent ears, can listen to the heavens and the earth, have an extraordinary sensitivity to music, and also have a very high attainment in the civilization of ritual music." The young monarch talked like a treasure.

Blind Meng walked closer, followed the direction of the voice, and saluted one by one, which showed that this hearing was not comparable to ordinary people.

"See the Son of Heaven," he said, kneeling on the ground.

"For these messengers who have come from afar, tell me the meaning of the music you have played." The young Zhou Tianzi said slowly.

"No! Your Majesty "was thanked." Qu Ling and the others also hurriedly returned the courtesy.

"Your envoy came from afar, and I will accept the will of the Son of Heaven to explain to you the essence of this music, and I hope to have some understanding of your envoy." Blind and modest and polite, when speaking, people can feel that there is an elegant temperament, hidden deep inside, perhaps the charm of etiquette has long been deeply engraved in his heart, blind and clear, the world seen is the real world.

"Music officer, the Son of Heaven is close to the minister, the spirit is grand and elegant, and he understands music theory, naturally he is not comparable to the people of the mountains and wilderness such as me, I am fortunate to have this music today, I have felt a great joy in my life, and now the music officer is not stingy to teach, I am really fortunate to have three lives, and I am very grateful." Qu Ling slowed down his speech and finished his words word by word, when Chen Zhuang just entered the door, he said a lot, and Qu Ling understood it, but the most important thing is to understand, that is, to tell the truth more, to say more good things, and his blind musical attainments are really not comparable to ordinary people.

After everyone was humble, Meng Meng began to tell everyone about the context of the civilization of etiquette and music.

"Ritual and music civilization, also known as the canon of the Duke of Zhou, 'the regent of the Duke of Zhou, one year to save the chaos, two years to Ke Yin, three years to practice the dying, four years to build the guard, five years to camp into Zhou, six years to make music, seven years to become the king."

Etiquette lies in regulating the noble and the lowly. Dignity. Elder and younger. The interpersonal relationship between relatives and relatives makes their behavior norms, in line with their own conditions, their own status. This difference cannot be transgressed, and the order of this difference is called 'rite'.

Confucius once said: "Indecent neglect, indecent ignorance, indecent obedience, indecent speech, indecent action".

The difference in etiquette, the music talks about harmony, and the Zhou metric system is the same as the music. Music can evoke emotions that resonate with people's emotions of joy, anger and sorrow. In order to achieve social harmony and social harmony.

"If you are happy, you will have no complaints, and if you are courteous, you will not fight"

The saints teach without words, do nothing, and play the music just now, which really warns the world of the ferocity of killing, the sadness of the separation of wives, and the helplessness of heaven and man.

What a beauty it is to live and work in peace and contentment."

After finishing speaking, he stood there in a daze, his face was like autumn water without waves, but his heart was churning like a river and sea, and he couldn't figure out that he was the last court ceremonial musician.

Qu Ling, Meng couldn't stop nodding, and the charm of music suddenly pulled everyone together. The young Zhou Tianzi was even more in love with the woman in front of him.

The thickness of culture is the foundation of whether a country can be inherited, 'the army is strong and destroyed, and the wood is strong', Jin Ge Iron Horse, slaughtering the city and destroying it, although it can be strong for a while, but it cannot last long. After hundreds of years of vicissitudes, the Zhou Dynasty is still standing, which may be a big key.

"Your envoy has come from afar, working hard all the way, why don't you rest for a few days in this capital, and it's still early today, your envoy will rest first, and the widow will set up a banquet for everyone to catch the wind and wash the dust?" The young emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty tried his best to keep Qu Ling and his party.

Qu Ling had already had the idea of staying here, but he didn't think that the young emperor would bring it up first, he agreed too happily, and it seemed that he was too abrupt, so he didn't agree, and he was afraid that he wouldn't have a chance, so he was thinking about it.

However, Meng was honest, it doesn't matter if he doesn't mention it, he is really hungry when he mentions the problem of eating, so he didn't wait for Qu Ling to think about it, and took the lead in agreeing, and Qu Ling nodded and acquiesced. The people went down with the female officer to rest. Just wait until the feast is ready before you think about it.

Yingji, who is far away in Yan Kingdom, does not have this leisure and elegance, Yan Ji has been secretly placed under house arrest by herself, although she has not restricted her freedom, but there is some estrangement. Yan Ji didn't feel that it mattered, she played with Yanling all day long, and the knots in her heart were unraveled, but she felt a lot easier, and what she had to do now might be to let her daughter grow up healthily and her man was still by her side.

A piece of news about the Mo family came through the 'Flying Feather Guard', this 'Flying Feather Guard' originally belonged to King Qin alone, but when King Qin Huiwen was alive, he favored Mi Yue, and the military affairs were too complicated, plus Mi Bazi was talented and quite capable, so he handed over the management of this 'Flying Feather Guard' to Mi Yue.

In addition, King Wu of Qin was powerful and disdainful of this kind of sneaky business, so after ascending the throne, he naturally did not ask questions, and he did not recover the right to manage.

So now the actual management of the 'Flying Feather Guard' is in the hands of the Empress Dowager Xuan, and Mi Yue also wants her own children to mature as soon as possible, so she secretly transfers the 'Flying Feather Guard' of the Eastern Countries to Yingji for management.

'What?' Fei Yuwei' disappeared outside Linzi City? A surprised tone, a grim expression. Ying Ji stood in the secret room, listening to the report of the 'Flying Feather Guard'. Moving back and forth, he looked a little restless.

"No! On that day, he pretended to be the king of Yangcheng and lured them out of the city, but he didn't expect that none of the 'flying feather guards' sent by him came back. The subordinates know that the matter is very important, and they will report to the son in time. The man fell to his knees, not daring to look up, and it seemed that he was still extremely afraid of the errand.

"Hmm... Forget it, you get up, hurry back and find me, you want to see people in life, and you want to see corpses in death, understand? There was no trace of a smile on Ying Ji's gloomy face, and the last few sentences aggravated the tone, making people feel cold behind their backs, like a man's back.

"My subordinates know! Subordinates know. The kneeling man, frightened and incoherent, kowtowed and replied.

"That! Don't get out of here yet". Ying Ji scolded loudly.

"No! Promise! The subordinates will get out, this will get out," the person who came quickly got up, bowed and saluted, and ran out like a fly.

I saw the person running out of the secret room, and through the light, I could see that the beads of sweat on my forehead had merged into small rivers, and my clothes were already soaked. There was still a little liquid flowing out between his legs, and he couldn't stop cursing in his heart, "It's really ****** blood mold that has been poured for eight lifetimes, and it is actually such a master, who kills people at every turn, and today can be regarded as picking up a life."

Looking up at the sky, shaking his head, he took a few steps to the stable, and someone had already pulled out a horse for him, and the man who led the horse handed the reins to the man, and whispered, 'Shout, you can still come out alive?' ’

'Hey! Let's go! So saying, he took the reins, raised his whip, whipped it on the horse's buttocks, and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

As soon as we left, another horse came running from the darkness, and the man leading the horse didn't reply, thinking, 'This guy forgot to take something?' Ay! Why are you back again'.

"Don't talk nonsense, I have something important to report to my son, why don't I hurry up?" the person came and scolded while dismounting.

It turned out that it was not the one who had just left, and the groom quickly took the reins, and someone had already gone to pass it.

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