After sitting and forgetting for half a day, Li Longji did feel that his body felt more relaxed.
He was indeed quite satisfied with the fact that Zhang Bian and Li Mi introduced him to Zhenren Jingxuan.
Just when he opened his eyes, the servants were already rushing towards him, saying: "Sage, tributes from Hebei have arrived."
Hearing this, Li Longji stroked his beard and smiled, saying: "After the Ghost Festival, I will return to Chang'an. What tribute does Hu'er have to send to Zhongnan Mountain?"
"Replying to the sage, these are tribute peaches from Raoyang County. I arrived in Chang'an this morning and they may not be fresh, so I sent them here."
"Hu'er is interested." Li Longji smiled happily, "The imperial concubine loves these the most. Send them to her quickly. Bring some more and give them to the masters to try."
"According to the decree."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."
Not long after, Gao Lishi personally carried the tray upstairs to divide the peaches.
When he came to Li Mi, the young Taoist priest stood up and took the peach with both hands. He was polite but still had the demeanor of an outsider, and his movements were very measured.
Li Bi has real talent and knowledge, and his recent explanations of Taoism have even convinced the saints. He has been ordered to wait for the imperial edict and to be enshrined in the East Palace.
This means that the Taoists finally got huge rewards for trying to please the saints for the East Palace. Among them, Gao Lishi and Zhang Bian worked together to say good things for the East Palace.
At the same time, baskets of tribute peaches were brought into Zongsheng Palace and sent to Concubine Yang's residence.
They were cut off with their branches and leaves attached and sent by postal horse that traveled thousands of miles, still carrying dew.
This means that An Lushan and the Youxiang Mansion behind him are by no means inferior in pleasing the saint, and they are even worse.
After all, the most important thing is to make Concubine Yang happy, and Concubine Yang prefers to taste such seasonal fruits.
An Lushan's tribute is far more than this. Recently, the saint has often said, "Wait until August and see what Hu'er brings." For this reason, even the thought of playing dominoes and reading stories has faded away...
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In autumn, I sit in Jin Zhang Pavilion, and it is overcast and closed during the day.
There is no heat in Zhongnan Mountain on a cloudy day. In the house, there are a few tribute peaches on a jade plate.
Yang Yuyao had already tasted one at noon, but her mind was not on the delicious food at this time. She sat in front of the bronze mirror, took a satisfied look at her unpainted face, and then glanced outside the room.
Finally, the door creaked open, and Mingzhu came in with Xue Bai.
"who?"
Yang Yuyao turned away and asked lazily.
"Ms. Yao, it's Mr. Xue Langjun who's here."
"He is willing to come. I waited for a long time yesterday in vain. I shouldn't be worthy of meeting Xue Lang."
Mingzhu glanced at Xue Bai and signaled him to take care of himself and Wanfu to step back.
Xue Bai said: "Lu Xuan is watching us. Only after we get rid of him can I dare to come."
"Which one?"
"The censor who slandered your relationship with me on Yuanye."
"Why did he slander me?" Yang Yuyao couldn't help but smile, and turned around and said, "Tell me, how did he slander me?"
Xue Bai avoided her eyes and did not answer. His expression was serious and slightly reserved.
Yang Yuyao's eyes lit up, she took his hand and said, "It's all because Yuhuan is soft-hearted, cutting the grass but not the root, not getting rid of this...who is going to do it?"
"Lu Xuan. Don't forget it. It has been eliminated."
"You look like a harmless person, but you can do harm when you open your mouth. You are really a monster. Come here and let me see, have you been bullied by Princess Yuzhen recently?"
"No, I'm busy arranging the kings, princesses, and princes-in-law."
Yang Yuyao couldn't help but laugh and said: "I heard that I owe General Gao another favor. But it's also strange, why are these people always so mean?"
"Maybe I really did it?"
"Just like others slandering our relationship, are they all true?"
"Um."
Xue Bai nodded seriously.
Yang Yuyao felt more and more amused, her eyes moved with amusement, she took his hand and whispered: "My sisters live in the courtyard. They went to a banquet. I won't be able to stay long and I have to go there."
She probably wanted to say that it was not convenient today, but she didn't say it. Anyway, she just wanted to get close to her for a while.
Even Xue Bai doesn't quite understand this kind of woman's thoughts.
"Try this." Yang Yuyao held up a tribute peach, "This peach is called 'Yanhong Peach'. It is indeed delicious, juicy and sweet..."
Halfway through her words, she raised her eyes, looked into Xue Bai's eyes for a while, and suddenly said: "You are a little different from the past."
"How is it different?"
Yang Yuyao couldn't tell at first, but she could clearly feel the change in Xue Bai's aura. After thinking about it, he hesitated and said: "It seems... a bit domineering?"
"Um?"
Inexplicably, Yang Yuyao lowered her head under his gaze, feeling the shyness of a girl she had not seen for a long time.
She thought that today would be an inconvenience, so she asked, "Shall I peel the peach for you?"
"Don't peel the peach."
Yang Yuyao had to rush to the banquet. Knowing that it was too late, she gently pushed Xue Bai as if to refuse, but in the end she did not say that it was inconvenient for her.
What she was wearing today was also a Taoist robe, with a plain color. In fact, it matched her unpowdered face better than the usual bright and thin shawl. A belt tied around her slender waist made her figure even better.
The same Taoist robe looked pure and beautiful when worn on Li Tengkong, but Yang Yuyao looked even fuller when she was wrapped in it.
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Where Yang Yuhuan's eyes fell, Zhang Yunrong quickly stepped forward and picked up a Yanhong peach. The peach was so big that she couldn't hold it with her delicate hands.
The thin pink peel is peeled off, revealing the attractive white flesh inside, which is even and plump.
Zhang Yunrong peeled it off carefully and gently, revealing that the flesh on the top of the peach was red and had a fruity fragrance.
"Give it to me."
Yang Yuhuan took it and took a small bite. He felt that the flesh was tender and melted in his mouth, with plenty of juice and a lingering fragrance in his mouth.
She was actually a bit greedy. When she encountered such delicious food, her eyes unconsciously showed a satisfied expression. She was so beautiful that Zhang Yunrong was stunned. He quickly handed over the handkerchief and wiped away the stains running down the corners of her mouth.
Peach juice.
"The imperial concubine eats like a child."
Yang Yuhuan ate for a long time and then spat out the peach core that she had sucked clean. Her small and casual movements looked charming.
In the hall, Xu Hezi, Xie Aman, Xue Qiongqiong and others were still discussing the new Cipai singing method, but in the end they couldn't come up with it.
Yang Yuhuan let Zhang Yunrong wash her hands and asked with a smile: "Why doesn't Third Sister come? When it comes time to use her, she is nowhere to be seen."
"I'm afraid he fell asleep in the house, so I'll go and fetch him."
"She has a big show, I will invite her." Yang Yuhuan stood up with a smile and said to everyone: "You guys can discuss it, I will ask someone to ask the lyricist."
She didn't want a crowd of maids to follow her, so she carried her skirt all the way to the annex of the three ladies of the country.
In the annex, Mingzhu hurriedly greeted her and was about to speak.
"Concubine."
"Is Third Sister asleep? I'll call her."
Yang Yuhuan climbed up the steps, and suddenly, he faintly heard Yang Yuyao calling from inside.
"I can't control it anymore... I can't control it anymore..."
"Third sister? What happened?"
The sounds in the room suddenly died down.
Yang Yuhuan was worried about her sister, so she motioned to Mingzhu to open the door, entered the room, walked around the screen, and saw that the curtain was still shaking.
When he opened it, he saw that Yang Yuyao was lying on her back, her hair was in a messy bun, there was sweat on the white back of her neck, and she was still panting slightly.
"After waiting for most of the day, the third sister refuses to go to the banquet. What are you doing sitting in the room?"
"Asleep." Yang Yuyao yawned.
"Look at this sweat, isn't it hot?"
"Not hot."
"Did you hear Third Sister shouting outside the door just now?"
"I," Yang Yuyao hesitated for a moment, "I had a nightmare."
"Oh? What dream?"
"There was a monster... who was very arrogant and couldn't control it for a while."
Yang Yuhuan smiled, turned around and played with the tribute peaches on the table, and said, "I think the third sister read Xue Bai's story, and she thinks about it every day and dreams about it at night?"
"I guess so."
"Speaking of Xue Bai, he has recently composed several lyrics for Princess Yuzhen's master and apprentice, all with new rhythms and tunes."
"Yeah?"
"We have been studying for a long time, but we have not been able to sing a complete song. Why don't Third Sister recruit him to ask?"
Yang Yuyao stretched out her white and tender arms, picked up the Taoist robe that fell on the ground, and asked: "Me? Should I recruit him?"
"The saint is busy practicing Taoism, why don't I summon foreign ministers in the name of your concubine?"
"Then... Mingzhu, go to Yuhua Temple and invite Xue Bai."
Behind the screen, Mingzhu seemed a little flustered and froze for a moment, then Wanfu said: "Yes."
"Princess Yuzhen's master and apprentice were at my banquet and said that he was not in Yuhua Temple today."
"I don't know where he went. Maybe he met the kings somewhere?" Yang Yuyao said, "I'll ask someone to find him. You go back to the banquet and wait for a while. I'll be here soon."
"Okay." Yang Yuhuan smiled and said, "Third sister also knows that I like music. These new words can keep me entertained for a long time."
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Poetry has always been inseparable from music. Many Yuefu poems are originally songs, and poems in the prosperous Tang Dynasty are also songs. Five-character and seven-character poems often have fixed tunes.
There will also be new tunes, because saints and noble concubines like them very much. In recent years, there are often new religious music. The literati wrote lyrics according to this tune, which is the meaning of the three words "Cipai name".
Others just wrote lyrics according to the tune, but Xue Bai composed several new songs casually.
Laymen may not take it seriously, but for people who love songs, it is nothing less than a feast.
At the banquet, Li Jilan carefully pushed the cup away from his eyes, spread out the colored paper, and wrote down the words and sentences that suddenly came to his mind.
After listening to the famous singer Xue Bai's new lyrics, she already had many ideas, like she had discovered a treasure and wanted to take this and that.
She thought to herself, no wonder Xue Lang said that the operas he wrote were a bit too neat. Only by listening to these varied lyrics can he write operas as full of fragrance as "Farewell at the Long Pavilion"...
"Ji Lanzi, you said that Xue Lang handed these lyrics to you casually?" Xie Aman suddenly came over and asked, "Did you really not explain the others?"
Li Jilan heard this question again, nodded and said: "Yes, Mr. Xue is unparalleled in talent, and words like this are just normal."
"How to sing it?" Xie Aman was a little distressed, and murmured: "Among the several songs, "Huanxisha" is the simplest. It has 42 characters in both regular and double tunes. It is only slightly different from the Jiaofang song, but the others are not.
Each song is more difficult than the last."
Xu Hezi also came over to discuss it and said: ""Die Lian Hua" is still simple."
As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and opened his mouth to try singing again.
"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy."
Although she only sang these few lines, the heavenly voice reached her ears. Li Jilan felt pimples on her arms. She thought to herself, what would it be like if Xu Hezi sang a whole play?
This is the imperial concubine’s banquet, where you can hear famous artists singing new songs at any time.
"Has Yongxin found the feeling?"
Following this oriole-like voice, Yang Yuhuan turned back to the banquet and said: "It may take a long time for the lyricist to come, but we can try to sing it again."
"You can try it."
Xue Qiongqiong then sat down in front of the guzheng, raised her hands lightly, and plucked the strings. She was the number one guzheng player in the palace, and she played the guzheng extremely well.
The music started and Xu Hezi spoke again.
Xie Aman held up her skirt, rushed into the hall with small steps, and started dancing lightly.
"In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, I am speechless. Who will be silent?"
Li Tengkong looked at this scene and was stunned again.
She had actually heard these words a few days ago, and used her Taoist cultivation to suppress her emotions, but now when she saw their performance, she had a different feeling.
I also had a lot of weird ideas that I shouldn’t have.
"Even these beautiful women like his words? But who did he write them for?"
"Ting Kongzi, you are a Taoist, how can you have such vain thoughts?"
"Just watch them singing, playing and dancing. In fact, it's the lyrics he wrote for you, Xiaoxian. Aren't you happy?"
"A demonic obstacle has arisen in your heart. Take advantage of it and quickly slay it with your sword of wisdom. Your Taoism will be improved to another level..."
"Zheng!"
The sound of the zheng suddenly rose to a high pitch and turned soft again; Xie Aman waved his long sleeves and his body became softer; when Xu Hezi sang the last line, tears actually fell from his eyes.
"The belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty."
Li Tengkong's heart trembled when he heard this, as if he had been struck by a demon.
…
Suddenly, with a burst of applause, someone walked over.
"Yongxin sings well." Li Longjilang walked into the hall with a smile, "One who sings and sighs three times will leave a lasting sound."
"I have seen the saint."
"There is no need to be polite. There is always music first, then lyrics. Xue Bai writes lyrics, but he always asks someone to compose the music for him. It's a big deal!"
Li Longji pretended to curse, then sat down on the stool coolly and asked for a pipa.
"But there are a few things you sang wrong, let me tell you."
This behavior does not look like a majestic king of a country, but it shows the style of a famous music master.
"I come to dance."
Yang Yuhuan immediately walked into the hall, her skirt fluttering, like a fairy descending to earth.
At some point, Yang Yuyao also arrived and sat down next to her eldest sister.
She raised her head and looked outside the hall. In the distance, Mingzhu was leading Xue Bai.
He also tidied up again and looked like a harmless young man again.
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"The poet is here. The imperial concubine told me that Xue Lang can come in directly."
"Thank you."
Xue Bai walked into the hall and heard Li Longji's old voice singing the song "Die Lian Hua". He sang really well.
He didn't understand music, so he couldn't help but think about what words of praise he should use.
The next moment, his eyes narrowed.
There was a woman dancing in the hall.
She danced not fast, but very lightly, as light as if her toes had stepped on the tip of his heart.
He clearly didn’t know how to dance, but he couldn’t help but get into the scene of her dancing... What she danced was supposed to be butterflies and flowers. When she moved, her colorful sleeves swayed as if they were about to fly. When she was still, her waist was swaying like flowers in the wind.
.
Suddenly, she turned around.
A beautiful pink face, two bays of autumn water, a little red lips, and an expression with lingering affection and sadness, which is touching.
Looking at each other, Xue Bai was inexplicably shocked.
As soon as the music stopped, he realized that it was Yang Yuhuan's emotions in the lyrics of the dance.
It's just that this word is indeed too short.
It makes people want to write long tunes and Sanqu...
Yang Yuhuan smiled and returned to the upper position with her skirt in hand.
"Ha ha."
Li Longji put down the pipa in his hand, saw Xue Bai, and said with a smile: "The lyricist is here, do you think my singing is right?"
He asked if he was right, but it was actually quite difficult to answer. No matter how he said it, it was like being in front of a saint.
Xue Bai simply didn't rack his brains to compliment him and responded truthfully: "I just pieced together this word randomly. I never thought I could actually sing it."
Li Longji was angry and laughed when he heard this, and cursed: "At such a young age, he has extraordinary skills in flattering people and is very slippery."
Even if he scolded him, it could be seen that this sentence still made him extremely happy.
…
Yang Yuhuan just sat down over there. Hearing this exchange and seeing Xue Bai's slow reaction, he couldn't help but smile.
She was prone to sweating, and after just a small dance, there were already fine beads of sweat on her neck, which was quite annoying.
Zhang Yunrong wiped her sweat and immediately served the cut peach pulp.
Yang Yuhuan tasted a few pieces and found them delicious.
"Your Imperial Concubine." A chamberlain stepped forward and reminded in a low voice: "These are tribute peaches specially sent by Hu'er from Hebei."
"I know."
Yang Yuhuan originally planned to praise Anlu Mountain to the saint.
At this moment, Li Longji also sat down, and she picked up a piece of peach meat and handed it over.
"saint."
Li Longji was still talking to Xue Bai.
"I don't believe you can write lyrics, but you don't understand the music, so let's sing a song. By the way, if you don't sing, you're cheating, but if you sing, you're glib."
Xue Bai was in a difficult position and said, "Sage, please forgive me. I am really tone-deaf and I am afraid I may have polluted the saint's ears and eyes."
"I forgive you for not being guilty, sing."
"As ordered, I will sing "One Cut Plum Blossom"."
Xue Bai didn't know music, but when he was a child, he happened to hear his mother singing "Moon Full West Tower" with this song as the lyrics, so he cleared his throat and prepared to sing.
Seeing this situation, Yang Yuhuan found it interesting. He couldn't help but put down the peach meat in his hand and turned to him with a pair of beautiful eyes.
Xue Qiongqiong is going to play the zither, and Xie Aman is going to dance.
"The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. I undress lightly and get into the orchid boat alone."
Everyone was stunned.
To be fair, Xue Bai's singing is not unpleasant, and his voice is still good...but only his voice is good.
"Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returns, the full moon will appear on the west tower."
Xie Aman secretly pursed his lips and smiled, and danced again, but the dance looked a little more playful, which was slightly inconsistent with the artistic conception of the word.
Xu Hezi raised his eyes with a look of surprise, as if he was surprised that Xue Bai could sing so well, but he was still stunned.
Li Longji shook his head, took the peach meat and ate it himself, feeling ashamed to have such a minister.
However, he suddenly moved his brows and looked at Xue Bai.
"The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow."
Yang Yuhuan also realized it, with a look of shock in his eyes, stood up, and whispered: "This is... a new singing method?"
Li Jilan compared his own poem with this poem in his mind, and felt that regardless of the poetic meaning, it was about sadness, but after all, this poem sounded more graceful and changeable when sung. He couldn't help but think, "Xue Lang wrote the lyrics to teach me how to write lyrics."
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Xue Bai may look like a young man, but he is thick-skinned. Under such a crowd of people looking around, he can still sing with a big white voice without losing his breath.
His persistence finally paid off. After all, the words were good, and Xue Qiongqiong's zheng sound was also good. He could finally bring people into the artistic conception of those words.
Yang Yuyao recalled her tenderness just now, pursed her lips and snickered, her eyes becoming gentler.
But no one noticed Li Tengkong's reaction. She just listened to Xu Hezi's singing, which made her have demons in her heart. She finally calmed down and tried her best to stabilize her Taoist heart. Unexpectedly, Xue Bai actually wanted to sing to her himself... It was really a bit strange.
Too much.
Finally, he sang the last line.
"There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I frown, but it's in my heart."
Someone's eyes suddenly became sore and they lowered their heads.
…
a long time.
Li Longji closed his eyes and meditated, then opened his eyes and looked around at the expressions of everyone in the hall, and found that only Hezi and Yang Yuhuan could hear the extraordinary quality of Xue Bai's singing.
He wanted to make a few comments, but in the end he shook his head helplessly.
"Even I don't know whether I should praise you or hurt you."
Xue Bai had self-awareness and responded: "It is already a compliment for me to have a saint say this."
Li Longji seemed to sigh, hating that iron could not become steel.
"By the way, what did the noble concubine want to say just now?"
Yang Yuhuan hadn't fully recovered yet, but when he heard the words, he forgot what he wanted to say to the saint just now.
She glanced at Xue Bai, pursed her lips and smiled, and said: "The saint ate stir-fried vegetables, played dominoes, read stories, and listened to his song today. I must reward him with something."
Li Longji laughed and said: "It's just a little monkey."
He raised his hand and pointed at Xue Bai, and said with a straight face: "Every time I hear people accuse you of bad things, it turns out that you are a troublemaker! Learn from Li Mi, when he was as old as you, he was more calm than you.
, now he is only twenty-five years old, and I have already rewarded him with an important position in the sixth rank."
This is about the story of Li Mi who wrote poems when he was sixteen years old and was persuaded to return by Zhang Jiuling. Xue Bai had only heard Li Mi say this not long ago.
Gao Lishi couldn't help but remind him: "Shu Zi, what are you doing standing there? Why don't you thank your Majesty for your kindness?"
The sage's meaning is obvious - "When you get older, I will reward you with a high-ranking official position."
How can it be possible to get Concubine Yang to ask for a favor?
This chapter looks like a daily routine, but in fact, it hides several threads and introductions to the entire plot. When making this kind of transition, you must first conceive the following content, but it is the slowest to write~~ So, the following chapter
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