When Zhu Yuewen silently tasted the feeling of "I am not alone", Zheng Haizhu also dissipated her displeasure with this musician who accidentally heard her dispute with Lu Xiangsheng.

She even asked Huang Zude, who also came to perform guard duties this time, to invite Zhu Yuewen to adjust the butterfly zither in the courtyard where the emperor's eldest son and Song Yingxing were pondering the steam engine.

"Mr. Zhu, when you listen to these folk tunes, you will not only have the sound of changing and changing the palace, but also the need for melody."

After Zheng Haizhu finished speaking, she hummed Faye Wong's "Red Beans" and Eason Chan's "Under Mount Fuji".

This is a different world filled with loneliness in her heart, and she often hums songs to heal herself.

Simple, but intimate, and because the two tunes themselves are similar to the pentatonic style of folk songs, the ancients did not feel strange when they heard it, thinking that it was a southern mountain song.

Zhu Yuewen frowned and listened attentively.

Although he felt that Mrs. Zheng, a layman in music, hummed a little out of tune, but still keenly grasped a few places of pitch change, tried it on the butterfly kite, and found that there was a stagnation, so he stopped, stared at the panel and pondered, as if he was a master of Yilin, thinking about how to make a move in the next move.

The emperor's eldest sons, Zhu Youxiao and Song Yingxing, were also curious and came to see the excitement.

Song Yingxing was usually busy working in the coal mine of Chai Tan Mountain in Lu Mansion, and this time he had the opportunity to play with the eldest son of the emperor to enter the depths of Lu Mansion, and it was the first time he had seen Zhu Yuewen in a year.

Rhythm is similar to mechanical engineering, with a foundation in mathematics.

Song and Zhu, two mathematical geniuses, hit it off at first sight, and Song Yingxing, who was smarter, could also instruct Zhu Yuewen on how to calculate the relationship between the position of the goose pillar and the length of the string.

After two days like this, Zhu Yuewen was really able to use the butterfly zither to play the main theme of "Red Beans" with free modulation.

Zheng Haizhu listened to it a few times with great enjoyment.

She needs to take any time to relax.

What is about to go to Confucius Mansion and Mount Tai to do, after all, it may poke the lungs of scholars all over the world, even if Zhu Changluo, the son of heaven, and Wang An, the master of ceremonies, nod their heads, her mental pressure may not be inferior to that of when Zhang Juzheng was working on Tian's new policy.

During the interval between playing, Zhu Yuewen occasionally raised his eyes and quickly glanced at Mrs. Zheng.

The face of the lady who closed her eyes and recuperated was different from the nobles who listened to the music in the Lu Palace, or the Yanzhou civil officials who were occasionally invited by the Lu Mansion to make friends.

There is neither the majesty of the high, nor the indulgence of shaking the head, but like a lake, so quiet that even the ripples can not be found, like an old monk in the meditation.

Zhu Yuewen began to lose his mind briefly.

After returning to his senses, he couldn't help but be proud, proud that the sound of the piano flowing under his fingers could make this royal celebrity, who was said to have a heavenly constitution in his mouth, show a state that was very different from that of the companion saint or the power.

But Zhu Yuewen's proud dream soon woke up.

Towards the end of the month, the day before the Ministry of Rites was ready to guide the emperor's eldest son to Qufu Confucius, Huang Zude, the head of the Jinyi Guard, came to invite Zhu Yuewen again.

Zhu Yuewen lifted his spirit, and was ready to integrate the subtle throbbing that had arisen in just a few days into the duty of the pianist, and play a chic and broad tune to let Mrs. Zheng remember him.

Unexpectedly, when they entered the courtyard and sat under the hibiscus flowers to taste tea, in addition to Mrs. Zheng, there was also Zhu Yipai, the general of Zhenguo.

"No need to be polite, you also watch the seat, and let the lady tell you what to do."

Zhu Yuewen listened to His Royal Highness's solemn words, and saw that the left and right servants were all retreated, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy because of doubts.

Zheng Haizhu smiled kindly at him, first announced the decision to take him to the Confucian Mansion with him, and then explained the reason in detail.

After listening to this, Zhu Yuewen had a look of disbelief on his face.

Zhu Yipai snorted lightly in his nose: "What? Can't? When you arranged the descendants of Confucius and Mencius under the pine tree, weren't you filled with righteous indignation? ”

Zhu Yuewen was speechless, and then his heart swelled with sorrow.

This Mrs. Zheng respects herself as a bosom friend wherever she is, but like a noble Lu clan like His Royal Highness, she treats herself as an eagle dog released by a hunter.

Zhu Yuewen looked at Zheng Haizhu, in the eyes of this woman, the tranquility when she came to listen to the piano for a few days was gone, although her eyes were not fierce, but she clearly had a sense of command.

It's just that, maybe he still remembered that he was a scholar in front of him, not a low-level eunuch like Jinyi Wei Wufu or Xiaohuo, and Mrs. Zheng added to him: "Mr. Zhu, Wang Anshi, a famous minister in the Song Dynasty, said that there is no immutable truth of the law of the ancestors. Besides, King Zheng's virtuous name has been spread to Shilin, and you are the protégé of King Zheng's son. ”

Zhu Yipai glanced at Zheng Haizhu's kind words, and his tone softened: "Mr. Zhu, this general will also go with you." ”

Zhu Yuewen got up, bent his shoulders and lowered his eyes, and said: "The lowly food of the king's mansion should be the king's precursor." ”

"Okay, you go down."

After Zhu Yuewen withdrew from the courtyard, Zhu Yipai said with a little disdain: "Mrs. Zheng, you still said that he dared to needle the times, and when it came time to pull it out, why was he a little cowardly?" ”

"He's not cowardly," Zheng Haizhu put down the tea bowl, "He is lonely and self-controlled, just like a Qingliu literati, words are the voice of the heart, and the text carries the Tao, or like Ji Kang, play a tune and express his heart directly, it's okay, let's let him go to war, he will be unhappy, like how can a vase be used as a urinal?" ”

"Poof......" Zhu Yipai squirted out a mouthful of hot tea.

He usually disdained the pretentious elegance of the wastes of the sect, and he would not be able to get used to such a straightforward and vulgar metaphor as Zheng Haizhu.

Zheng Haizhu didn't think it was different, but continued to calmly put forward a new request: "Your Royal Highness, if Mr. Yuewen fails to live up to his mission this time, will I take him back to Beijing?" ”

Zhu Yipai's widened eyes rolled.

Each other's political interests are tied together, and there is nothing to shy away from in other aspects.

The eunuch also has the vegetable lady and Xiao Song, this woman in front of her is still a woman in her prime, where is she really willing to be pure-hearted.

Zhu Yipai resumed his unwavering tone and said: "That's right, am I, Lu Fan, a stingy person? If you fancy him, you don't have a trip to Confucius, and you will be given to you. This gentleman is really suitable, and I don't know if it's intoxicated with music, and he is still alone. Just ......"

"Just what?"

"It's just that you didn't say that he didn't want to be manipulated? First, and second, even if he is willing, you should cover it tightly, otherwise, won't those civil officials in Jingshi who don't deal with you take this section and impeach you to death? ”

Zheng Haizhu smiled: "It is natural for a man to have three wives and four concubines, if we women don't want to follow others, just find a man like a widower, and occasionally warm the bed, it will become a big rebellion?" ”

Zhu Yipai waved his hand: "I don't argue with you, so as not to provoke you, you went to the Confucian Mansion and saw that it was a bone that was not easy to gnaw, so I changed my mind, and said that I would like to move the Lord Long Live to look back at our Lu Fan, what should I do?" ”

Zheng Haizhu stared at Zhu Yipai: "So His Royal Highness is willing to deign and accompany us to the Confucian Mansion, in fact, to help King Lu take a look, did I write and sing according to the playbook?" ”

Zhu Yipai leaned forward and said, "My brother also has to settle accounts." ”

"Your Royal Highness, don't worry, I will take your money and ask for your people, this is all a vote."