After fifteen bowls, Yuwen Hongtai stood up unsteadily and ran away: "If I don't drink with you, a lunatic, it's like I have a grudge against the wine. I'll go back and rest!"
"Stand up!" Qin Mubai, who was in a depressed mood, threw away the wine bowl and fell over on the bed.
Yuwen Hongtai felt a chill in his heart and thought of Empress Changsun lying in the Yuan Palace. He shrank his neck and stepped out.
After walking a few steps out of the door, Yuwen Hongtai was awakened by the cold wind, but the urge to urinate came up. He walked to the plank road in a daze and was about to urinate, but he heard a faint sound of horse hooves. He followed the sound, and ten
Yu Qi came riding gracefully on the mountain path filled with darkness.
The smoke and dust are wafting, and the riding skills are superb.
"Who?...A group of civilians in plain clothes actually dare to let their horses gallop in Zhaoling. They are tired of living?" Yuwen Hongtai tied his pants with a shiver and strode towards the plank road with a thunderous roar.
: "Who is this person who dares to ride a horse on the boundary of Zhaoling? Are you tired of living?"
"The traitor is bold----"
The horse was as fast as lightning, and a sword was placed on Yuwen Hongtai's neck. He was so frightened that he trembled all over and drank completely. When he saw the person in front of him clearly, Yuwen Hongtai's eyes straightened and he knelt down.
Falling down: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
The visitor turned out to be the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty——Li Shimin!
"If you don't know, you are not guilty. Let him go. If you all stay, there is no need to disturb others. Li Junxian will follow me to Zhaoling."
The Zhaoling Mausoleum was under martial law and idle people avoided it. Emperors Li Shimin and Li Junxian of the Tang Dynasty got off their horses and walked to the mausoleum.
It was getting late, and Li Shimin sat down in front of Queen Changsun's tomb. Looking at the heavy stone door, Yingguo's face was filled with a rare look of sorrow and resentment.
Li Shimin didn't bring any sacrifices. Instead, he brought a pipa and plucked the strings with a gold peg in his hand.
"Son (Empress Changsun's nickname is 'Guanyin'), today is your birthday. People say that the dead only remember the anniversary of their death, but I don't care about that, so I went out of the palace to see you incognito. I set up a tent in the palace.
I looked at your Yuan Palace from every level, but was taught by Wei Zheng that I had to tear it down... That's all, let's not talk about that. This is your favorite song, and I will play it for you today as a birthday gift to you."
After whispering a few words like lovers chatting, Li Shimin hugged the pipa and began to play the pipa.
A low, sad and melodious pipa music resounded in the sky of Zhaoling. Li Junxian listened from a distance and couldn't help but shook his head sadly and sighed: "Your Majesty is really a person of temperament, and his feelings for the queen are too deep.
.This song makes me, a murderous man, cry when I hear it.”
Qin Mubai, who was sleeping in a daze, heard several sounds of the pipa in a trance. Like a conditioned reflex, he reached out to take the pipa and hugged it to his chest. He shook his hand and plucked the strings.
"No, I must go back through time again!"
In the silent night sky of Zhaoling, two kinds of pipa sounds suddenly sounded.
During the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, pipa was played with a "wooden plectrum" or an "iron plectrum", and the music was intermittent and melodious but lacked excitement. Qin Mubai "pushed his hand to make the pipa, and led his hand to make the lute" and used his fingers to pluck the strings.
Continuously tossing and turning. And what he played was the song "The Overlord Disarms", which was the song he played when his soul traveled through time - a typical passionate martial music. The top tune immediately overshadowed Li Shimin's court music.
Yuwen Hongtai, who was not far away, was immediately dumbfounded: Lao Bai, Lao Bai, you just have to "stretch up" properly. At this time, it doesn't matter what kind of pipa you play, it doesn't matter if it disturbs the emperor, but the voice actually overshadows him... Wow,
Dead!
Li Junxian took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go and see where the madman is so bold!"
"slow!"
Li Shimin stood up and handed the pipa to Li Junxian, raising his hand to indicate that he would listen patiently. Li Junxian was so filled with hatred that he had no intention of listening to the music.
Li Shimin was a lover and connoisseur of pipa music. His expression gradually became silent while listening to the music, and then he showed a look of surprise.
"The Overlord Disarms" was composed in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The whole song is divided into sixteen sections, which is based on the scene of the last battle between the Overlord of Western Chu and the Wujiang River. The first part of the song is