Chapter 60: Listening to the Piano in the Annexes (Part II)

"Midnight" is over, there is a quarter of an hour's rest below, the night outside is cold and windy, and the piano players have poured into the hall, whispering in groups.

Today is La, it is an important festival in the Tang Dynasty, the men and women who come to participate in the music are also dressed up extraordinarily, especially in the VIP hall of Ziyunxuan, many famous ladies are Shi Zhu Fu powder, Ye Rong Yanyi, they are dressed in Luo, yarn and other silk fabrics, light and clear, showing the beauty of the figure, a flower crown, a scarf are worth 10,000 dollars, the most eye-catching of which is the wife of Yang Shenjin, the head of the household, she skirts six Xiangjiang water, wearing a three-zhang dragon silk gauze dress, surrounded by the body, weighing no more than two or three taels, not a hand.

Even in ordinary halls such as Songhe Hall and Mingyue Hall, the young women are splendid and dazzling, while the men are mostly dressed in round-necked robes, leather belts around their waists, and soft feet on their heads, or high gauze hats, all of them are polite.

At this time, two servants carried a large wooden barrel into it, and the wooden barrel was steaming, which was the five treasures and seven treasures porridge specially boiled by the music hall for everyone to supper, followed by the servants who carried the dishes and chopsticks.

Everyone was in high spirits, and they stepped forward to take a bowl of porridge, and Li Qingan took a bowl and sat on the side and drank it slowly.

Li Fei Yuanli was in a corner with several scholars to compete in throwing pots, throwing pots is to throw arrows into a bottle a few zhang away, also called Wen Shot.

This kind of game is very popular in Anxi, as the first arrow in Anxi, Li Qingan is also a master in it, but the Anxi army pays more attention to actual horse archery, and no one takes this kind of pot throwing seriously.

Li Qing'an was not interested in throwing pots, he was listening to a few young scholars talking about the upcoming Qin Xian.

"The following is the Qin Immortal performance, I have been waiting for half a year, just to see the beauty!" A scholar said with infinite emotion.

Another young scholar also sighed lightly: "I originally heard that she would no longer play the piano after the Midyear Festival, but I didn't expect the Liyuan Courtyard to invite her out again. I don't know if there is no such opportunity for next year's Shangyuan Festival? ”

At this time, the steward came over and said with a smile: "I heard that this is the last night that Qin Xian will play the piano, and the Qin Xian girl will not play the piano again in the future." ”

"Then I'll be sure to go see her later!"

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"It's fucking boring!"

Li Fei Yuanli walked back listlessly, Li Qingan glanced at him and smiled: "What's the matter, did you lose to others?" ”

"Will I lose to them?"

Li Fei Yuanli pouted disdainfully and said: "A bunch of lame goods, they can only be thrown two zhang away, and they boast of how good they are, I hit five arrows in three zhang away, and they admired me so much that I threw myself to the ground." ”

Speaking of this, Li Fei Yuanli stepped forward and laughed in a low voice: "Qilang, why don't you try it too!" I wanted to see how they were scared to death. ”

"Humph! What is the strength of comparing with these scholars, if you want to compare with the masters in Fan Yangjun and Shuofang Army. ”

At this moment, there was a knock on the qintai, this was the Qinxian was about to appear, and everyone couldn't care about drinking porridge anymore, so they threw down the bowl and rushed out to seize the advantageous territory, Li Qingan and Lifei Yuanli stopped talking, and their eyes were cast to the qintai.

The piano platform has been arranged, all the cumbersome brocade has been removed, and only a piano platform carved from white jade remains, about three zhang high, surrounded by light smoke, as if in the Yaotai fairyland.

A pipa was like a cracked silk, Qin Xian finally appeared, everyone was holding their breath in anticipation, only Li Fei Yuanli was clapping loudly and shouting: "Okay! Koto Mito hurry up and take the stage. ”

His shrill shouting made countless people frown secretly, but as the sound of the accompaniment of the pipa gradually became urgent, everyone's eyes were focused on the white jade walkway, which was the only passage connecting the piano platform in the pool, in the pleasant sound of the pipa, the qin fairy appeared, the night was slightly dark, and she couldn't see her appearance clearly, but her white dress was like snow, her skin was like jade, like the snow of the flowing wind, like the cover of light clouds.

The peerless figure overwhelmed everyone, and in the light mist, she appeared on the surface of the water like a Limbo fairy.

For a while, the applause was like thunder, even Li Qingan couldn't help but applaud, this kind of beautiful temperament and snow skin is rare in later generations, if the Dugu Mingyue he saw the day before yesterday is a gorgeous and rich peony, then the Qin Xian he saw today is the quiet and refined Qinlan, God! How many peerless beauties are there in Datang?

The qin fairy slowly walked up to the piano platform, sat down on the seat, the maid placed the qin in front of her, and lit a furnace of chrysanthemum incense, in the curling green smoke, the sound of the piano poured out like flowing water.

This is a "Weicheng Song", which is based on Wang Wei's poem, and in the heavenly sound of the piano, people seem to see a picturesque scroll slowly unfolding.

Weicheng towards the rain and light dust,

The guest house is green and willow-colored.

Persuade you to drink a glass of wine,

There is no one in the west out of Yangguan.

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The rain in the morning did not fall for long, just wet the dust and stopped, from the west of Chang'an to the avenue, the usual carriages and horses galloped, the dust was flying, and now, the rain stopped, the weather was clear, the road appeared clean and refreshing.

The friend said goodbye, and the master finally raised his glass: Let's do this glass again, out of Yangguan, I will never see my old friend again.

Envoy to the Yellow Sand in the Western Regions, in the minds of the Tang people is always a desirable feat, over the years, how much parting sorrow in that glass of wine, how much loneliness of walking alone in the wilderness, in the sound of the piano like flowing clouds, people seem to experience the artistic conception in the poem, a cup full of deep friendship of the rich emotional elixir, this, not only depends on the friendship of others, but also contains the affectionate and considerate situation and mood of the travelers, including the cherished and sincere wishes for the road ahead.

There was silence around the pond, and everyone was intoxicated by the beautiful sound of the piano, which can only be heard in the sky, how many times can it be heard in the world.......

Li Qing'an, who came from the Western Regions, had a deeper understanding of this song, the lonely moonlight of the Tianshan Mountains, the endless Gobi Desert, the skinny lone wolf, one person, one horse and one bow, let him spend two years of his border career, 'There is no one in Yangguan in the west,' Li Qing'an seemed to feel that Qin Xian's song was played for him, not only him, everyone was fascinated, and they all felt that Qin Xian was playing for himself.

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After the sound of the piano jumped like a string of pearls, it began to gradually decline, "Persuade you to drink a glass of wine, and there is no one in Yangguan in the west." ’

The sound of the piano disappeared, there was silence all around, people had not yet woken up from the sound of the fairy piano, when the piano fairy stood up and saluted everyone, the people finally woke up, and a thunderous applause and cheers erupted around the pond, which lasted for a long time.

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The concert is over, and countless piano guests are rushing to the door of Qin Xian's room, they are looking forward to seeing the appearance of Qin Xian, leaving them the best memory of tonight, but unfortunately, Qin Xian has already quietly gone, no one knows what her name is, where she lives?

Li Qingan left the music hall with Li Fei Yuanli, along the way, Li Fei Yuanli was unexpectedly quiet, and after a long time, he finally sighed and said: "The eldest husband should marry such a beautiful woman!" ”

Li Qing'an was also silent, the impact of Qin Xian on him was also incomparable, if he only heard the sound of the piano that night, then today, he was deeply shocked by Qin Xian's beautiful appearance, he looked at Li Fei Yuanli's emotion, and couldn't help but smile and shook his head.

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The diagonal opposite of Pingkangfang is Chongrenfang, separated by Chunming Street in the middle, open the east and west two square doors, at this time there is no one on the street, only the sound of the two of them mixed horses' hooves, suddenly, faintly came the rumbling drums, far away, only to see the door of Chongren Fang slowly closed.

"Not good!" The two shouted at the same time, urging the horse to gallop forward, Datang's law, as soon as the door is closed, whoever calls the door will not open again, they didn't say much when they came to Chang'an, and they didn't have a deep understanding of this law.

But it was still a step too late, and when it was still thirty steps from the gate, the door slammed shut.

"Damn it, open the door for Lao Tzu!"

Li Fei Yuanli was furious and yelled loudly, but no one paid attention to him.

At this moment, there was a fierce sound of horses' hooves behind him, and someone was shouting, "Please wait and close the door, let us in." ”

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("New Tang Dynasty Book" volume 39: "Left and right street envoys, in charge of the six street patrols.") Where the city gate corner, there are Wu Hou shop, guards, cavalry guards, big city gate 100 people, big shop 30 people, small city gate 20 people, small shop 5 people. At dusk, the door was closed with eight hundred drums; On the second night, the street envoy shouted with his cavalry, and the military attache sped on the line; Five more two o'clock, the drum from the inside, the street drum Cheng Zhen, the square market door is opened, the drum is three thousand, and the color is stopped. Therefore, the city gates are usually closed at dusk, but because many episodes need to happen at night, this book has been slightly modified to change to the gate being closed at midnight, that is, around half past nine in the evening. )