At night in the desert north, the bright moon is in the sky, and the silvery moonlight shines on the snow-like white sand; the whistling north wind wraps up the white sand, and there is the faint sound of Hujia coming from the north.
Xia Houxuan wore a white hairpin on his head, a pair of silver-white fine steel fish scale armor with a collar and basin, a "quality" sword hanging from his waist, a five-stone horn bow, and a wolf tooth arrow, riding on the divine horse.
The 'White Bird', surrounded by four elites from the Yulin Camp holding long halberds and four Xuanjia guards from the Changling Marquis Mansion, stood on the edge of the desert, admiring the beautiful scenery in front of them.
At this moment, looking from a distance behind him, he could see the endless mountains of Bingzhou, rising one after another with magnificent waves; and looking north from his eyes, he could see the vast sea of sand that stretched as far as the eye could see, endless and mysterious.
While Xia Houxuan was admiring the moonlit sand sea in the desert in front of him, he was looking at the waving wolf flag in the Xianbei cavalry camp in the distance, and listening to the sound of Hujia carried by the wind.
Xiahou Xuanzi, who grew up in the capital, did not often see such desolate and magnificent scenery. Therefore, now that he was in this magnificent and beautiful scene, he couldn't help but be intoxicated by it.
Speaking of the music of reeds, it was originally a music unique to the north of the desert. The herdsmen in the north first rolled the reed leaves into the shape of reeds or spinal canals, and then flattened the head ends into reeds.
The simple Hujia is now made.
"Japanese people roll reed leaves and blow them for fun, so they call them Hujia." The word "jia" is also the word "jia".
This Hujia had been widely popular in the northern part of the Great Wall and the Western Regions as early as the Han Dynasty. It was also used on the battlefield to convey military secrets and intelligence, or as a hidden sentry in military camps.
Xia Houxuan remembered that when he was a boy, he heard his father Xia Houshang and his uncle Cao Zhen mention that during the late Han Dynasty in the previous dynasty, there were wars in various prefectures and counties for many years.
Cai Yan and Cai Zhaoji were kidnapped by the Huns who went south to plunder their ancestors one day when they were worshiping their ancestors in the countryside. They lived outside the Great Wall. Later, Cai Yan married King Zuoxian of the Huns and gave birth to two children.
Outside the fortress, Cai Yan spent twelve spring and autumn years, but although she was in a foreign place, she missed her hometown all the time. Later, Emperor Wu pacified the Central Plains and reestablished an alliance with the Xiongnu, and then he sent envoys to the wrong path and spent a lot of money.
Redeemed Cai Zhaoji.
Cai Zhaoji later wrote a long poem "Eighteen Beats of Hujia" that is still widely circulated to this day to describe her unfortunate experiences in this life.
Xia Houxuan was lucky enough to hear that piece of music in person.
Listening to the faint sound of Hujia swallowing in the distance, Xia Houxuan could not help but sing in a low voice:
"When I was born, I did nothing. After I was born, the Han Dynasty declined. The heaven was unkind, so it sent chaos, and the earth was unkind, so I met at this time. When fighting, the roads were dangerous, and the people were in exile, so we all mourned. The smoke and dust covered the wild fields.
If you are prosperous, your will will be good, and your integrity will be lost. If you are not suitable for the world, if you are insulted, who should you sue? When you play the guitar and play the piano, no one will know your resentment.
The Rong Jie forces me to be a family member, and makes me travel far away to the end of the world. The clouds and mountains are heavy on my return journey, and the wind is blowing thousands of miles. The dust and sand are blown up. There are many people and they are fierce like a snakes. It is arrogant and extravagant to control the strings and wear armor. Two
The string is broken and the string is broken, the ambition is shattered and the heart is broken, so I feel sad."
These two songs tell the story of Cai Yan being kidnapped by the Xiongnu and going to the north of the Great Wall.
"When we cross the Han Dynasty and enter Hucheng, it is better to live without a life than to lose our home. The felt fur is used as clothing, which shocks our flesh and bones, and the smell of rags and muttons is in vain to contain my feelings. The drums and drums are noisy from the night until dawn, and the Hu wind is powerful and hidden.
Ying. Feeling about the present and hurting the past, three shots were made, and the title is sadness and hatred. When will it be over?
There are no days and nights when I don’t think about my homeland. I am full of energy. There is no one who suffers more than me. The country is in chaos due to natural disasters and people have no masters. But I am miserable and have no soldiers. I have a different worldly mind and my body is in trouble. I have different desires. Who can do it?
With the words, there are many difficulties and obstacles in thinking and wandering. The four shots are completed and it becomes more and more sad.
The wild geese are marching to the south to send out side sounds, and the wild geese are returning to the north to get the Chinese sound. The wild geese are flying high and are hard to find, and their hearts are broken and they are lost in thought. They raise their eyebrows toward the moon and play the elegant harp, and the five beats are cold and the meaning is deep.
The frost is biting and the body is bitter and cold, and I am hungry for meat and cheese and cannot eat. I hear the sound of long water at night and sob, and the road to see the Great Wall is long. Looking back on the past, it is difficult to carry luggage, and the six beats of sadness come and I want to stop playing."
The following four consecutive battles brought the bitter cold of Saibei to their faces. Although the people behind Xia Houxuan did not fully understand the deeper meaning of the song, after hearing the song, they couldn't help but feel a little desolate in their hearts.
"At dusk, the wind makes sad sounds everywhere, and I don't know who I am talking to. The wilderness is desolate, and there are thousands of miles of beacons. The old and weak are vulgar, and the young and strong are beautiful. Where there are water and grass, they build their homes and build fortresses, and the cattle and sheep are everywhere in the wild, gathering like bees.
The ants, the grass, the water, the sheep and the horses have all moved away. Qipai Liu hates living here.
Because the sky has eyes, why do you let me wander alone? Because the earth has a spirit, why should I be in the south and north of the sea? I don't live up to the sky, how can the sky match me? I don't live up to the gods, how can the gods kill me?
These eight beats are intended to relieve worries, but when the song is completed, my heart turns to worry.
The sky is boundless and the earth is boundless, and my heart is also sad. Life is fleeting, like the passing of a white horse, but I can't be happy when I am in my prime. I want to ask the sky with resentment, but there is no fate in the sky, so I raise my head and look up
The sky is full of clouds and smoke. Who can tell the story of the nine-shot nostalgia?
The beacon fire at the top of the city has never been extinguished. When will the war on the battlefield stop? The murderous spirit rushes towards the gate, and the wind blows by the moon every night. There is no sound in my hometown, and I cry silently. I will choke. I have been separated for a lifetime of hard work. I am deeply saddened.
The tears turned to blood.
I am not greedy for life but hate death. I can't sacrifice my life because I have my heart. I still hope for success in life and return to my hometown. When I die, my bones will be buried for a long time. I live in the army for a long time and the barbarians dote on me. I have two sons. Ju Zhiyu
There is no shame in it, and the feeling of pity is growing at the edge. There are ten beats here and there, and the mournful sound is lingering and penetrates the heart.
The east wind was blowing and there was a lot of heat. I knew it was the emperor of the Han Dynasty who came to buy Yanghe. The horses and tigers danced together and sang songs together. The two countries had a good time and stopped fighting. Suddenly I met an envoy from the Han Dynasty.
When we meet the sage, we say goodbye to the childish ones. There is no reason to meet. There are two out of ten feelings, both sorrow and joy. It is difficult to describe the two feelings.
It doesn’t matter that I am still alive, but I have to return home, stroking my beard and staining my clothes with tears. The Han Dynasty envoys came to welcome me, and I lost my voice when wailing. Who knew that my life and death are at this time. I am worried about being a son and I will have no more days.
Brilliant, how can I have wings to bring you back? Every step is far away, but it is difficult to move, and the soul is overwhelmed by the love and affection left behind. There are three beats in the strings, and the strings are urgent and sad, and the liver and intestines are stirred and stabbed, I don't know."
Seven consecutive lamentations, accompanied by the cold sound of Hujia in the distance, made people feel as if they had fallen into a cold cellar. The iron armor on everyone's body was now as cold as ice under the cold wind.
"When I return to my country, I won't let my children follow me. My heart is hanging as if I'm hungry. Everything in the four seasons has its ups and downs, but I'm sad and I won't move away for a while. The mountains and highlands are wide and I can't see you for a long time. Even late at night, I dream about you. Dreams about you.
I hold my hand in my hand, one is happy and the other is sad, my heart aches after I feel it, there is no rest. Four times out of ten, I burst into tears, the river flows eastward, and my heart is thinking about myself.
Fifteen beats, the rhythm is fast, and the chest is full of breath. Who knows the music? I live in a poor house, but I am very ordinary, and I want to come back. God follows my desires, and I will return to the Han Dynasty. I am happy and satisfied. I have feelings in my heart, and the sorrow becomes deeper, the sun and the moon
Selfless, he never showed up. It is difficult to separate mother and son. They are separated by the same sky and are like ginseng. They do not know each other whether they are alive or dead. Where can I find them?
Sixteen beats, my thoughts are confused, my son and I are on separate sides. The sun is in the east, the moon is in the west, and we look at each other. We can't keep each other, so I feel empty and heartbroken. I don't forget the day lily, and there is no harm in my love when I play the harp. Now I'm going home. In my hometown, old grievances are flat and new grievances are growing. I raise my head with tears in my eyes and complain to the sky. I am the only one who has suffered from this misfortune.
Seventeen beats, my heart and nose are sour, the mountains are blocked and it is difficult to travel. When I left, I was filled with earth and my heart was wandering. When I came, I was full of thoughts about farewell. I was stuffed with yellow leaves and branches, and the white bones on the battlefield were scarred by swords and arrows. Wind and frost. The spring and summer are freezing, the horses and men are hungry and their muscles are weak. Unexpectedly, it is so heavy that we enter Chang'an, and we sigh and burst into tears.
Hu Jia originally came from Hu Zhong, and the melody is the same when translated by Yuan Qin. Although the eighteen beats of the music are over, there are still more sounds and endless thoughts. This is to know that the subtleties of silk and bamboo are all the work of nature, and the sorrow and music vary according to the human heart. Hu It is a foreign land with different winds from the Han Dynasty, and the sky and the earth are separated from each other by the son to the west and the mother to the east. The bitterness and resentment of me are as vast as the sky. Although the heaven and earth are vast, I cannot tolerate them."
Xia Houxuan sang a long song, and the depression in his chest disappeared without a trace along with the singing and the cold wind. He took off the wine bag from his waist and took a big sip, and a warmth suddenly arose in his chest. .
This set of qin music is a long poem, including "Da Hu Jia", "Little Hu Jia", "Hu Jia Eighteen Beats" and other qin music. Although the tunes are different, Xia Houxuan can hear the side of Cai Zhaoji from them. I miss my hometown in the Central Plains, but at the same time I can't bear to be separated from my two flesh and blood brothers, the Xiongnu, which is a vivid contradiction and pain.
This song can really be described as euphemistically sad, tearing apart the heart and intestines, making the listener sad and the listener in tears.
In this scene, if someone plays the "Eighteen Beats of Hujia" on Hujia again, how would it feel?
Xia Houxuan couldn't help but have his thoughts wandering for a moment.
At this time, the sound of horse hoofbeats could be faintly heard behind him, and not long after, a general from the Yulin camp rode his horse to Xia Houxuan's side.
"General, it's getting late. Please follow your humble duty and return to camp."
"It's worth seeing the scenery of Monan in the north of Saibei in this life..." Xia Houxuan looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him reluctantly, slowly turned his horse's head, and headed south. The commander, as well as several soldiers who had been in battle for a long time but had not read poetry and books, did not seem to realize how charming Xia Houxuan said about the beautiful scenery in front of them. When everyone saw that the general wanted to return to camp, they clenched their weapons and tightened their grip. He took off his horse's reins and followed Xia Houxuan towards the Wei army's camp.
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The next day, the sky was clear with no clouds. Qin Lang and the more than 10,000 Xiaoqi camp forbidden troops under his tent, as well as Xiahou Xuan's Yulin camp, and more than 20,000 Bingzhou troops were waiting at the junction of Bingzhou and Monan, waiting for the more than 10,000 soldiers The Xianbei cavalry appeared in view.
At noon, the sun was like fire, and the vast white desert seemed to be ignited in an instant. At this moment, it was like a big cauldron, roasting everyone in it wantonly.
In the desert in the north, between day and night, it is hot and cold, which makes some soldiers from the Central Plains quite uncomfortable.
Even the wind that blows in my face from time to time seems to have a burning sensation.
Along with the wind and sand came not only the endless heat waves, but also when the dust in the distance gradually began to float, and rumbling sounds and the sounds of men and horses shouting and neighing came from the distance, Qin Lang and Xia Houxuan felt in their hearts Understand, this is Ke Bineng’s Monan Iron Cavalry, here it is.