"There is burning anger in the sound of the piano sir."

At the end of the song, when Zhu Yuewen's slender fingers left the strings, Zheng Haizhu spoke.

When he set off from the Lu Wangfu in Yanzhou, what Zhu Yuewen brought with him was not the twelve-uniform butterfly-style zither that Zheng Haizhu was surprised and admired, but the ordinary Zhongni standard piano.

What he played just now was not the "Red Beans" that Zheng Haizhu asked him to score, but the traditional repertoire that was generally loved by scholars in the Ming Dynasty: "Fisherman's Questions and Answers".

After listening to Zheng Haizhu's comments, Zhu Yuewen was neither humble nor arrogant: "Why did Madame say this?"

"Mr. Zhu, I have an old friend who often plays this piece when he is alive. Thousands of years of gains and losses, pay for Yuqiao's words, this is the artistic conception of this song she told me. A person who is secluded from the world has arrogance, but no fire. The sound of the piano was fine at first, but when it came to the fingering, it was clear that it was both arrogant and angry."

Zhu Yuewen still looked at the Wenshui reflecting the sunset, and said indifferently: "The ancestor taught, the gentleman is not a weapon, and the same is true for playing the piano. But the spirit of fire is not a gentleman's weapon, but its opposite......

Zheng Haizhu interrupted him: "Mr. Zhu doesn't have to be so awkward. This time, I used you as a gunman and forced you to sing in front of the Confucian Temple, you feel insulted, angry and even hateful, it's nothing. Now is a good opportunity, I will be right in front of you, you can play a few more songs, with silk strings as the pen and rhyme as the wording, and scold me a few words to get angry."

Zhu Yuewen choked for a while.

The voice of a person is like a piece of music under the fingers of a pianist, and every subtlety conveys emotional color.

Mrs. Zheng's words, to Zhu Yuewen's ears, had neither the reprimand of the superiors to the subordinates, nor the women's greasy jokes about the men, but just the facts.

It is like a gardener who walks into the flower furrow and sees a weed, and calmly leans down to pull it out.

In fact, when Zhu Yuewen heard that Mrs. Zheng was stabbed by Kong Shangyi a few days ago, he was also a little admired in his suspicion.

Regardless of whether the situation is set up or not, this woman is at least more ruthless than the men in her formation, and she has a bit of the true character of a good general who takes the lead.

At this moment, he found that the other party called himself to stroke the piano, which was not a pastime for fun.

For the luthier, after the silence, the words of explanation are still superfluous.

Zhu Yuewen then put his fingers back on the strings and played a piece of "Red Beans", simplifying the complex, inlaying rhyme feet, comparing the piano and the zheng, so that it would not be impossible to play.

The song ended on an overtone, and Zheng Haizhu waited for a few breaths before he spoke: "If Mr. Zhu is angry, come with me to Jingshi, General Zhenguo has already agreed."

Zhu Yuewen didn't expect the topic to suddenly change to this.

He was stunned, and he couldn't help but look around, lest Huang Zude and the other Jinyi guards would cast a disdainful look at him if they got too close and heard his wife's words clearly.

Zheng Haizhu knew that he was unsurprisingly thinking about it, and said to him more and more bluntly: "Don't worry, sir, I don't want to take you as a small song that my father-in-law likes to keep in the house for recreation. If you want to have fun in music, don't be trapped in a half-acre pond that you can't even look down on. Go to a whole new place, without any title or identity. You can play whatever instrument you want, and you can write whatever music you want. I'll rent you a house, and I'll give you a lot of money."

Zhu Yuewen sounded as if he had entered a strange dream.

"Why are you, husband, and Mrs. doing this to Zhu?"

Zheng Haizhu said, "Aren't you afraid that you will feel bad luck when you hear it?"

"I don't believe in strange powers, but Madame says it's okay."

"Well, there's nothing strange about it. You look a little like my former right-hand man, who has died. Your piano skills remind me of another old friend of mine, who is no longer there. Every time I look at you, I always think of them. I saw that you were depressed in the Lu Palace, so I wanted to give you a new world. If Mr. Zhu doesn't want to leave, it's nothing, I will never let you be ignorant. If you are willing to go with me, don't regard this as a kindness of charity, and don't be distracted from writing me any tunes and begging me like the edicts of the Hanlin Scholars of the Painting Academy and the Qin Academy in the previous dynasty

Rejoice."

Wenshui soup, Zhu Yuewen's chest, is also like a surging wave.

Speaking from the heart, although he is an abandoned baby without a father and mother, his fate is not bumpy. Whether it is Zhu Zaiyu, the son of King Zheng, or Zhu Yipai, the general of Lufu Zhenguo, they are either teachers or virtuous lords, and they have never let him suffer any grievances.

It's just that the royal nobles who took him in and led him never expressed to him like the woman in front of him that he meant "galloping to the fullest" and "not needing to serve the master".

Seeing that Zhu Yuewen was still like a music box with a clockwork stopped, Zheng Haizhu smiled lightly, picked up a branch at random with his uninjured hand, and wrote a line of words on the sand:

The people can make it impossible to know it

"Sir, tell me, what do you mean by what Sage Kong said?"

Zhu Yuewen saw this sentence in the "Analects" clearly, and muttered: "To govern the country is to govern the people. The people are difficult to govern, and they are wise. Therefore let all the peoples be like the water in a ditch, and let it flow in the trough of earth and stones. If the wisdom of the people is opened, this water will be afraid that it will gush out of the embankment."

"Hehe, Confucius's words, is that really what you mean?"

"So, what does Madame see?"

Zheng Haizhu drew a vertical in front of the words "by" and "know".

"Mr. Zhu, I believe that what the master said, Judun should be like this: the people can make it, let it be done, and not make it, and know it. It means that if the wisdom of the people has been opened, a hundred schools of thought can contend; If the wisdom of the people is not opened, then enlighten them and awaken them from ignorance."

"Huh?" Zhu Yuewen frowned and said, "Mrs. Zheng, although I don't agree with the foolish people's policy, Mrs. is really ...... this statement."

"It's really different from what the teachers taught you, right? Mr. Zhu, the 12 equal laws you wrote are also different from the number of paths in Yale."

Zheng Haizhu said, writing a "self" on the word "by", and said: "Mr. Zhu, others can write five-tone music, you can write twelve equal laws, water can rush out of the ditch and flow in the vast wilderness, this is called freedom." Whether the mind of governing the country should be like this, I now see it as a pure minister, and it is difficult to say whether it is okay or not. But Wu Chengen writes scripts, Feng Menglong writes mountain songs, and you Zhu Yuewen write tunes, you should have the freedom to write as you want. If I can give my husband this freedom, I am grateful to him for forming a good relationship for me."

Zhu Yuewen lowered his eyes and looked at the strings.

"Sir, don't be in a hurry to decide, we'll talk about it when we return from Tarzan. Oh, His Royal Highness the eldest son has returned."

Zheng Haizhu stood up and walked towards the pier on the bank of the river.

After welcoming Zhu Youxiao, Zheng Haizhu asked him, "Your Highness is on the boat, can you see Yuanzhen'an in the direction of Tai'an?"

"Motosada-an?" Zhu Youxiao remembered, "It seems that I saw several temples and nunnery with gray tiles and yellow walls on the mountain, what, Master Zheng, what is the saying of this Yuanzhen Nunnery?"

Zheng Haizhu said: "I heard that the vegetarian food in it is better than the one on Mount Tai."

Zhu Youxiao's youthful temperament, coupled with this great victory in Qufu, was in a very good mood, so he smiled and said, "Okay, please Master Zheng, the old master of Songjiang, go to the outpost for us first."

Zheng Haizhu quickly glanced at Wang Song, the head of the Ministry of Rites.

The other party's face changed slightly.

Li Daniu's information, it seems to be right. But what I didn't expect was that the people of the Sacrifice Division were so sensitive to the bad things of the Du Mu Division.

I only heard that Wang Song really immediately took over the conversation and said, "Your Highness, Yuanzhen Nunnery is not a famous Buddhist temple, and the folk rumors are not credible. Your Highness wants to have a vegetarian meal, and Taishan has already arranged it."

Zhu Youxiao's face sank: "Master Wang, what's the matter, you have been to that nunnery to eat before?"

Although Wang Song knew that Zhu Youxiao's rhetorical question was out of anger, he was still trampled on and felt inexplicably palpitated.

"Back to Your Highness, the minister, the minister doesn't know Yuanzhen'an."

"Oh, I haven't been there, how do you know that vegetarian food can't compare to Tarzan's temple?" Zhu Youxiao choked him unceremoniously.

Zheng Haizhu made a round gesture and said, "Since the Ministry of Rites has an arrangement, Your Highness will listen to Lord Wang."