Chapter 458 tacit understanding

There is neither a score nor preparation, Xue Chongxun has not finished for a long time, and he can't remember the rhythm very clearly, and he will go out of tune from time to time, but Du Xian can adjust the drum sound in time to coordinate with it. Although there are many mistakes in the eyes of connoisseurs, it can be smooth and without stagnation between blowing and drumming. Just entertaining and setting the mood of the banquet is a good performance.

This is the best feeling that Xue Chongxun has felt when he has been exposed to music in recent years, and he can't remember how he felt it a long time ago. The mood changes with the ups and downs of the tune, sometimes bright and exciting, sometimes thick and grand, the music is not stagnant, it is like a smooth river flowing in every mountain valley without stopping, not stopping for a moment and not being the same for a moment.

The guests also came to the river together, and their expressions changed to the tune of "out of the plug". Even Zhang Shuo, who is proficient in music and rhythm, also shows a suitable listening appearance, proving that Xue Chongxun and Du Xian's performances are still good to the ear. The surrounding table encouraged Xue Chongxun to play.

People are always looking for every exhilarating or joyful moment to wash away the troubles and numbness of mundane things. Especially for people like Xue Chongxun, he often feels that he has no sense of everything. It is no wonder that when ordinary people have great sympathy for the joys and sorrows of the world, and even some people are so pitiful that they can't bear to kill chickens and pigs, but he kills his cousin and cousin, his biological father is killed by his grandmother, and he has also seen the whole city of men, women, and children being slaughtered; At the same time, the extreme luxury and desire have also reached the extreme, and I have never seen the pleasures of this era. So all that's left is numbness.

I don't want to just play and drum in an ensemble today to make his mood happy.

In the undulating melody and drums, Xue Chongxun seemed to see thousands of troops and horses galloping on the vast grassland desert, as if he felt the glory and blood, as well as an indescribable spirit.

At this moment, he felt that he was not standing in the palace in this Chang'an mansion, but seeing cattle and sheep in the vast Liaoyuan windswept grassland, his robe was dancing with the breeze of nature, and the sound of the flute was echoing in the distance...... For the first time, I felt that this skirt-like robe was so ancient and so fitting.

After a song, all the ministers clapped their hands and admired, and some even patted the horse, "The aftermath is endless", this is of course an exaggeration, when Xue Chongxun listens to the touted words, he can naturally distinguish what is the truth and what is a compliment.

But this is a relatively smooth ensemble is indeed true, Xue Chongxun glanced at Du Xian, and it was not easy to talk too much in front of everyone, so he said indifferently: "It's all because General Du changed the drum concerto and cooperated properly." ”

Du Xian smiled and hugged his fists and said: "Since it is an ensemble, it is not the work of one person." ”

Xue Chongxun nodded lightly, and said in his heart: At the beginning, he was left out in the cold, and he was not anxious because of this, and now he is praised and does not forget his form, which does have a bit of the style of an ancient gentleman; In the changing battle field, victory or defeat changes, this person should be able to "not be arrogant or impatient".

What makes Xue Chongxun the most difficult to understand is that tacit understanding. It stands to reason that he and Du Xian only met for the first time during the Battle of Helong, and they did not have much time to date, and the main reason for the progress of the relationship now is marriage; However, he was able to cooperate with the wrong syllables, and appear just right in an unprepared sudden situation, and this tacit understanding was really mysterious.

At this time, Xue Chongxun had unconsciously developed a strong interest in this person. However, he didn't immediately show enthusiasm, because with his status and status, he had a lot to do with the hot and cold expressions of the people below, and he couldn't just rely on a momentary mood; Just as rewards and punishments are measured, you can't be glad to give lavishly. In the Han Dynasty, the famous Jia Yi, who wrote "On the Passage of Qin", was deeply loved by Emperor Wen, and the two often talked about forgetting to sleep and eat at night, but Jia Yi still failed to be reused for various reasons.

Xue Chongxun wanted to use Du Xian, so he was not in a hurry to overheat him for a while, after all, he was not the only one in this court.

However, these did not stop Xue Chongxun's private interest. After the banquet, Cheng Ting went back to the house with him, Cheng Ting was dressed beautifully today, and it was even more attractive under the jealousy and envy of the noblewomen, Xue Chongxun should let her go to bed; But he said he wanted to rest. After a while, he asked the slave to call Du Xinmei over.

Du Xinmei's appearance is somewhat similar to Du Xianam, her skin is white and fleshy, but she can't be said to be fat, but her arms, legs and even waist are not as slender as other teenage girls in the house, and her breasts are also very huge. Words and deeds are also calm and unhurried, quite in the style of everyone.

Tonight, Xue Chongxun had just returned from the banquet and drank a little more wine, his face was red at this time, and he was obviously in a good mood. However, Du Xinmei's words and deeds did not relax in the slightest, and there was no frivolous appearance, and she still bowed in style.

Facing such a woman, Xue Chongxun couldn't joke anymore, and after a while, he asked in a very casual tone: "By the way, what kind of person is your father?" ”

Du Xinmei said: "My father is not restrained and smiling, he is very strict in discipline, and always teaches us to be filial and respectful. ”

"I don't mean that, it's ...... Alas, forget it. Xue Chongxun thought for a while and said, "He likes music and rhythm on weekdays?" ”

Du Xinmei said: "When he lived at home, he had to go to the piano room every night to meditate, for 'three times a day', but he rarely heard the sound of silk and bamboo. ”

Xue Chongxun sighed, feeling that he really couldn't ask anything like this, so he planned to give up. At this time, Du Xinmei said, "Wait for Lang Jun Kuanyi", but Xue Chongxun was still very emotional, and he didn't feel sleepy, and even wanted to continue to play a song to relieve his fun, but he turned his head to look at a window, it was late at night, and he was still fiddling with that thing in the room with the concubine at this time, and tomorrow Sun might talk about him again. Since I can't sleep in wide clothes, that's the only thing I want to do.

The Tang Dynasty was more open and free than other dynasties, but the folk scholars still valued Confucianism, and it was obvious that Du Xinmei was a person who was deeply influenced by etiquette and religion, so he seemed rigid and restrained in this regard. However, Xue Chongxun understands this reserved and subtle culture, so he also understands another characteristic of it.

She first took Xue Chongxun's coat off and lay down, and then went to blow out all the candles, Xue Chongxun didn't like to touch the dark, but it was too late to stop it. When the room fell into darkness, she carefully untied her clothes, and then lay on her back beside her, waiting for Xue Chongxun to do whatever she wanted, obviously in her eyes, women can't take the initiative for fear of being suspected of being a lewd woman.

Xue Chongxun reached out and touched the soft fleshy body, she didn't make a sound or react, which made Xue Chongxun feel a little strange, and he had the illusion of playing with inflatable things, but he didn't care.

After a while, the eyes finally adjusted to the dim light, and the moonlight filtered through the window paper, and it was only when the lights were turned off that one could notice its seemingly blue glow. The weather was still hot this season and he didn't cover the quilt, so Xue Chongxun finally saw the white jade body next to him in the faint moonlight. He felt that this dull posture could not dissipate the aftermath, so he ordered, "Turn around." Du Xinmei turned over obediently after a while, she lay on the bed and suddenly pressed the two soft balls on her chest to both sides, Xue Chongxun was also interested, so he reached out and grabbed her waist and pulled her back to make her buttocks pout...... After a long time, Xue Chongxun hugged her again and let her sit in his arms, and simply lay down on his back without moving, Du Xinmei, who had been very passive, sat on top of him and finally couldn't help but twist her waist. Her heavy breath was mixed with a suppressed moan, as if she was deliberately holding back.

It was a great evening, a very jovial time. Let people sink in that shallow *** and forget a qiē trouble.

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The next day, Xue Chongxun went to the study and took out a few music scores to see, some of which he had practiced when he was young, but now he had almost forgotten them. When Sun asked, he said that music and rhythm can be used to pottery, emotion, and so on. In fact, he was reminiscing about yesterday's happiness and suddenly realized that this thing can make people have a good time.

But today, after picking up the music sheet and tossing the instrument for a while, Xue Chongxun only felt bored, and he couldn't find that feeling anymore. There is a poem "Happy times are always fleeting" that he agrees with.

Maybe it's not interesting to play alone, Xue Chongxun thought of the non-smoke in the Wangfu Music Workshop again, and said in his heart: She is a professional, and she must be a hundred times stronger than Du Xianam, an amateur, so it is better to find her for a leisure time.

After thinking about it, he went to the music workshop, where all kinds of bells, drums, and orchestral instruments were available, and Fei Yan was also happy and enthusiastic to see him coming. The two gossiped for a while, and Xue Chongxun asked to play in a non-smoking ensemble in a casual tone. Fei Yan agreed, he thought that yesterday's song "Out of the Stopper" was the most familiar, so he wanted to do it again.

He is also the most familiar with him, he can't play well, there is always a bar on the note, the first time the tone is not smoked, obviously in her ears can't hear this kind of "low-level mistake"? However, she didn't say anything, and tried to match the rhythm of the transverse flute in the back, but Xue Chongxun always felt that he was half a step short and couldn't play together. 、

After the performance, the courtesans next to him didn't want to praise it too much. Fei Yan also knew that he was unsuccessful, and his face was a little embarrassed. Xue Chongxun smiled disapprerovingly: "This kind of generous and rough music, it is indeed a little embarrassing for you to let Feiyan play, but I didn't think it through." ”

Feiyan smiled and said, "Isn't this the prince's own home, but you don't have to care." ”

"That's ......" Xue Chongxun laughed strongly, "It seems that the sound of the plug has to be played by the Great Future Ensemble across the desert to be appropriate, the key is mind and bearing, and the bars are not important." ”

He looked back and looked around, only to see that Aya Luo was hanging low, the ten furnishings were delicate and beautiful, and the golden and purple scenery was a rich scene, and he could no longer find the artistic conception of the plug. At this time, he suddenly and unexpectedly tired of this environment, and luxury was synonymous with low and muddy at this time. Q