Chapter three hundred and fourteen round neck trim
"The beauty of the morning scenery makes it a good time to travel." [Yuefu Problem Solving]
Song Du fell lightly on the bamboo mat, and the lotus-colored skirt opened and closed, like a flower blooming in the morning light.
The emperor saw that she picked up the pipa in a decent manner and was about to play it, with a smile on her lips. Instead of sitting down, she put her hands behind her back with great interest and walked around the palace.
The Song Dynasty did not invite the emperor. She was really a little uneasy. Although she had learned pipa from Guo Cainu for nearly a year and could barely play some simple songs, playing in front of the emperor like today was a headache.
Once. Rather than letting the emperor sit across from him and watch him play, it would be better to let him walk around and put less unnecessary pressure on himself.
Seeing that the emperor's attention was not on her, Song Du couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The pipa she held in her hands was particularly beautiful. After posing, her expression gradually became much calmer than before. It was as if she was
There was no one else in the hall except her. She was sitting alone on the bamboo mat near the outdoor verandah. The wind blew the treetops in the courtyard, making a rustling sound, which made the sunshine in this summer afternoon suddenly become much fresher.
Even the fish in the pottery tank were attracted by the wrinkles of sleep and swam up to the surface one after another, as if they were swimming in the reflected shade of the trees.
The emperor was bending down to look at a copper lamp he had never seen before on the table. Suddenly he remembered that it had been a long time but he had not heard the music yet. He straightened up and looked sideways. He saw Song Du's eyebrows lowered and his expression
Staring attentively at the strings on the pipa without moving, she was wearing the most popular pony bun today, revealing the girl's slender white neck. There were a few short curls on the back of the neck, lying low, looming in the sun. Song
They were all wearing light-colored gauze skirts, which were blown close to their bodies by the wind. Their graceful curves, coupled with the elegant expression that had never been seen on Song Du, made the emperor fascinated for a moment.
Suddenly, Song Du's right hand moved down neatly, and the sound of Qingyue's pipa suddenly sounded, like a dancing girl suddenly being blown by the wind, and the curtain hanging by the window also fluttered, like the dancing girl's undulating clothes.
Where the sound of the pipa was exciting, it was like seeing two swordsmen competing under the tree. The two sides were staggered, swaying and leaping.
Immediately, the style of the music suddenly changed, and the moving dancers and heroic swordsmen all came to an abrupt end. Song Du seemed to have changed the repertoire on an impromptu basis; it was also as if he had just randomly dialed the music to practice his skills, and now he got to the main topic. The melody of the pipa
The rhythm is slightly soft, and Qingyue's voice suddenly has a hint of lightness, like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. The breeze blows, and the lotus leaves touching the sky undulate and roll into a sea of green, with pink, bright red, and plain white lotus flowers faintly revealed.
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The emperor stood aside and listened quietly to this slightly unfamiliar but lively piece of music. His mind suddenly recalled the harp music he had heard in Tianlu Pavilion, the clear springs and flowing stones, and the secluded feeling of singing birds in the empty valley.
It seems to have the same artistic conception as the cheerful, fresh, natural and lively music style at this moment, but each has its own characteristics.
It seemed that he had reached a part where the fingering changes were complicated. Song Du pursed his lips and seemed to think for a while before he actually started singing: "Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus leaves are everywhere, fish play among the lotus leaves..."
This Yuefu poem was not originally a song played on the pipa, but under the guidance of Song Du, it had a different flavor with the pipa. Although there were some shortcomings in some subtle changes, the emperor himself was not an expert, so he just felt
It was enough that it sounded good, and no one else wanted to say anything else. He walked slowly towards Song Capital, and saw that the small fish in the pottery jar seemed to be infected by the charm of the song's Jiangnan lotus leaves and lotus ponds touching the sky.
Swimming lively.
The emperor just discovered the versatile side of Song Du today, and he was even more happy. When the song ended, the emperor raised his hands and said: "Fortunately, the musicians from Yuefu are not here. Otherwise, I would be so embarrassed after listening to your music."
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"Your Majesty, your Majesty is ridiculous. If the musicians in Yuefu are not as good as me, then what's the point?" Song Du put the pipa aside. Seeing that the emperor was happy, he felt extremely proud.
"'Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River', this is a poem collected by the Yuefu from Wu County many years ago. It means that the lotus leaves are lovely, and the flowers are not to mention." The emperor said with a smile, seeing the Song Dynasty put the pipa aside, and then
Asked: "No more playing?"
The emperor casually said, "The flowers are worth mentioning," and Song Du didn't know what the meaning was. His pretty face turned red, and he lowered his head and said, "I haven't mastered the others yet, so I don't dare to disturb the emperor's hearing anymore." She was originally speaking.
I was worried about not knowing how to ask the emperor about asking for rain, so I took advantage of the pleasant atmosphere of this moment to boldly say a few words. Fortunately, although Song Du was naive, he was not stupid. He knew that some words should be euphemistic, so he first
Asked: "This poem only praises the lotus fields in the south of the Yangtze River, but why not talk about the lotus fields in Guanzhong? Is it possible that there are no good ones in Guanzhong?"
"There are also in Guanzhong." The emperor did not doubt that he was there, and casually replied: "There are many lotus flowers in Zuofengyi, and one of the counties is also called 'Lian Shao'. There are also water chestnut lotus flowers in Meipi Lake in Shanglinyuan. The eunuchs often send
People go to pick lotus for food." At this point, the emperor paused, mistakenly thinking that Song Dynasty yearned for the joy of life of picking lotus in the poem, and couldn't help but promise: "If you really want to see it, when the world is stable in the future, I will
It doesn’t hurt to take you to Jiangnan. Now, let’s take a look at Meipi Lake in Shanglinyuan. The lotus flowers there are not inferior to those in Jiangnan.”
After Song Du heard this, he didn't feel excited. Instead, he sighed and said, "Even if I go to Meipi Lake now, I'm afraid I won't be able to see such a scenery."
The emperor's expression changed, and he took a step forward and sat down next to Song Du: "Why do you say this?"
"I heard from people outside that there is a severe drought this year. Chipi, rivers and streams have dried up, making it difficult for people to get water..." Song Du mustered up his courage, raised his head to meet the emperor's eyes and said: "Although this Meipi Lake is good, it is used for irrigation."
If it is not enough, how can the lotus bloom?"
The emperor was still smiling, and couldn't help but turn sideways towards Song Du. He reached out and tapped the table: "The lake is right there. If you can't see it this year, it won't be too late to see you again next year."
However, Song Du did not mean to 'stop there', and then said: "Drought means it doesn't rain. I heard that when this kind of thing happened in the past, people would come forward to ask for rain... Your Majesty..." She wanted to say that the emperor is wise.
Wisdom must be favored by heaven. There is nothing wrong with the son of heaven asking for rain. The emperor is the son of heaven and governs the people on behalf of heaven. The idea of omnipotence has penetrated into the hearts of many people in the Song Dynasty, not to mention that this is an inexperienced person.
A girl has unprincipled trust and admiration for her sweetheart.
Especially after the imperial court was displaced, Dong Zhuo was domineering, Li Guo rebelled and other dangers, and the Han Dynasty was saved from life and death, it seemed that God's will was clear, and there seemed to be nothing that the emperor could not overcome. A drought would naturally
No more words.
Song Du thought so simply and lightly in his heart that he never noticed that the emperor's face in front of him suddenly turned gloomy.
"You never pay attention to these things. Who taught you these words?"