It is certain that a prince's mansion with a long history like Lu Fan has a similar ritual and music group in the Forbidden City.

But Zhang Dai, who likes music and drama, and Zheng Haizhu mentioned that the musicians in the vassal palace have two completely different classes.

The music and dance students who preside over the ceremonial music have a much higher status than ordinary musicians, and may even be a student themselves.

At this time, Zheng Haizhu saw the man holding the piano in front of him, with a vague bit of the arrogance and loneliness of a scholar, and the words and sentences between his mouths not only did not drag white, but also carried the unique critical taste of scribes.

is also surnamed Zhu, could it be that he was selected from a distant relative of the clan?

"I've seen Mr. Zhu." Zheng Haizhu saluted shallowly, but he was not ready to continue to pick up the other party's words, and the corners of his mouth were flat.

A simple principle is that if I have a dispute with my own family, how can I judge him with you as an outsider in the blink of an eye.

The five words "reading stupidly" are not your turn to give them to Lu Xiangsheng.

Zhu Yuewen, who was in the setting sun, sensed Zheng Haizhu's indifference, so he wiped the harshness in his previous tone, and explained indifferently: "I came here to observe the ancient pines in Xiayuan, not intentionally eavesdropping."

"Sir, needless to say, Panasonic has been cleaned, and Mr. is able to loosen the piano. I took my leave."

Zhu Yuewen returned the salute with the qin, went to sit under one of the ancient pines, and raised his hand to pluck the silk strings.

Zheng Haizhu had already turned to leave, and when he could make out the music in his ears, his steps stopped.

When Wang Yuesheng was still alive, Zheng Haizhu didn't listen to her touch the piano, and no matter how layman she was a musical instrument man, she could immediately hear that the sound of the piano played by Zhu Yuewen was not the right texture.

Moreover, although Zheng Haizhu can't play the guqin, after all, he has a basic seven-tone scale cognition of modern people, and he quickly heard that what Zhu Yuewen played was actually a seven-tone scale, which was different from the five-tone scale of plucked instruments such as the guqin.

Zheng Haizhu turned back and stopped in front of Zhu Yuewen, and this time he finally saw that his piano was indeed extraordinary.

The panel is wide, with arcs up and down, two rows of string holes in the center, and a row of goose pillars not far from the left and right.

There is a goose pillar, obviously not a piano, it is a zheng, but how can the zhenge be so small, and the zhengs are opposite, clearly like two zhengs in one.

After Zhu Yuewen's fingers fluttered out two octaves with a higher frequency, Zheng Haizhu only felt that his heartbeat was speeding up in an instant.

No way? Could this person be ......

"Are you playing the law of twelve?" Zheng Haizhu blurted out.

The sound of the piano stopped, and Zhu Yuewen raised his head, revealing surprise: "What is the rhythm of equalization?"

Zheng Haizhu laughed a little at his own brain.

This music and dance student is an indigenous ancient, and he thinks too much, so in an instant, he thinks that he is a musician who has traveled through time.

But no, when he plucked this four-different instrument, it was clearly the path of free modulation of Western instruments like the piano.

She then pointed to the strings and said, "Mr. Zhu, your piano, or zheng, can be tuned without harshness, which is an equal law."

Zhu Yuewen's eyes reflected in the afterglow of the sun, and a surprise floated: "Madame also understands the rhythm of music, and it is a new law of tantric law? That's right, the palace merchant horn feather, plus the change and the palace, a total of seven tones and eight tones, for a journey of positive sound music. But the master of heaven and the law are wonderful, and he has deduced the law of the twelfth degree of tone, so that starting with any one of the sounds, it can be reached until the octave of harmony and harmony. Madame mentions Twelve, and then mentions the tune, do you know the master?"

Zhu Yuewen said the last few sentences, and the joy of Pingshui meeting a confidant was mixed into a little bit of research and scrutiny.

His mentor passed away ten years ago, and he served his mentor for more than ten years, and he never saw his mentor and female disciples, or the daughter-in-law of the deceased family come to visit. The female official in front of her from Beijing, who was less than thirty years old, could not have learned the new Tantric Law from her teacher.

At that moment, Zheng Haizhu also pretended to be humble and disguised: "Mr. Zhu, I don't know how to play an instrument, and I only know a thing or two about this average law from the Taixi missionary. Ask Mr. Zhu where the teacher is

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Zhu Yuewen arched his hand to the sky: "The family teacher is the son of King Zheng, and his name is uploaded to Xiayu, and he has been driving the crane to the west ten years ago. When he was a young child, he was adopted by his ancestors, and his name was given by his ancestors."

The word "carry"? Zhu Zaiyu? That is the clan of Emperor Longqing Zhu Zaiyuan, when today's son Zhu Changluo's grandfather?

The seniority is very high.

The most important thing is that Zheng Haizhu, a researcher specializing in Ming history, finally remembered that there was a son in the Ming Dynasty, because the father of the vassal king bluntly admonished Emperor Jiajing and reprimanded the emperor for taking pills to become a fool, and was imprisoned by Jiajing in anger, and his son was also cut off from his son's crown belt.

When he was a young man, he suddenly suffered an accident, but he did not sink, but traveled to the people, and made many achievements in the fields of mathematics and music.

Because the Ming Dynasty clan had a lot of waste, it was difficult to produce such a great talent, and there were naturally many people who remembered him in later generations, not to mention that he discovered the "Twelve Equal Laws" earlier than Westerners.

"It turned out to be the prince of King Zheng!" Zheng Haizhu said respectfully, "When I was in Nanzhili with the You Shilin Philharmonic, I heard that Zhu Shizi was proficient in music and dance. But the scribes of the south, when they played the harp on the Yaji, were still in the right voice."

When Zhu Yuewen heard this, he originally wanted to say "The self-proclaimed orthodox people in Shilin, whether new or old, are actually just broad and conservative people", but after thinking about it, the lady in front of him seemed to only like to argue with those who disagreed with her face to face, and she didn't like to talk about people behind her back, so she returned to silence and returned to the strings with only her hands.

Zheng Haizhu also sat down on the stone under the pine tree, and asked in a harmonious voice, "You little zheng, you don't have to move the swallow pillar to be able to tune?"

Zhu Yuewen said: "I am going to make this plan in the future, but it is still in trial production."

"Well, the Tessie missionaries say that the pitch and pitch are related to the length and relaxation of the silk strings, but it is easy to say, if you don't move the piano to fix the strings, the arrangement and number of the silk strings and swallow pillars are much more difficult than the qin, zheng, ruan, and pipa at present. How many twelve-degree notes can you play with these strings now?"

Zhu Yuewen wiped the hook with his ten fingers and showed Zheng Haizhu.

The musician who had already passed away felt that the tone of the woman of the same age opposite, the sternness when he argued with his companion, and the vigilance when he first saw him, were completely different, showing a gentle and gentle tone, and with a hint of interest in asking for advice.

After Zhu Zaiyu's death, Zhu Yuewen was introduced to the palace of King Lu by the descendants of King Zheng. The music and dance students and musicians who come and go around him are all like being monks for a day and hitting the clock for a day, just planning a monthly salary.

Only at this time, when the last ray of light in the sky was about to dissipate, an outsider who claimed to be unable to play musical instruments made Zhu Yuewen, many years after the death of his mentor Zhu Zaiyu, feel that the spiritual mansion was clear and comfortable.