Daqin: Zulong's Traveling Frog

Chapter 57
"Xuan Yao Jia enters the palace to be rewarded!"

Qin Wangzheng looked at everyone, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said slightly.

Yao Jia stepped into Zhangtai Palace again with steady steps.

When he left, his heart was turbulent and restless, and he couldn't calm down for a long time; now, his heart is as excited as a river breaking its embankment, and a stormy sea.

Yao Jia once again stepped into the majestic hall, seeing Qin Wangzheng's delighted expression, Yao Jia cupped his hands and said, "My minister, Yao Jia, pays homage to your majesty, and fulfilled my entrustment. I will bring the land of Huaibei of the State of Chu to the King of Qin for a hundred miles. "

After all, he presented the stamped letter of Chu State and the map of the border between Qin and Chu.

The land in Huaibei is flat and fertile. Since the time when King Mourning of Chu used Wu Qi, he tried his best to teach and develop farming in Huaibei. , Craftsmen and merchants also came in droves.

Such a piece of fertile soil was subdued by Yao Jia with the sharpness of his tongue.

The dignified Qin Wangzheng rose up, and excitedly spread out the map of hundreds of miles, a piece of fat to his mouth, making the powerful Qin State even more powerful.

King Qin's ecstatic laughter spread in the hall, and the virtuous ministers from the six kingdoms who had mocked Yao Jia before were dumbfounded. Although it was unbelievable, the truth was right in front of them.

Qin Wangzheng once again uttered a bombarding news: "Worship Yao Jia as a nobleman, and seal thousands of households."

After all, a familiar chanting came from outside the hall, and everyone's eyes were drawn to it. It turned out that it was Xiao Zhinu who returned triumphantly with Yao Jia.

Qin Wangzheng said with emotion: "If there were no young slaves, the lonely king would not be happy with the fertile land."

A few days ago, Xiao Zhinu sent an email to Qin Wangzheng, so that Qin Wangzheng learned about Chun Shenjun's "anecdote" and forced Li Yuan to cede the land of Baili Chu.

Yao Jia was tongue-tied, thinking that he would be rewarded face-to-face by the King of Qin like Huan Juan, wearing an official hat, but the limelight was dominated by a frog.

Although the frog is handsome, he can't be so pampered by the king, right?

It's a pity that Qin Wangzheng is a proper face control, Yao Jia has been a thief for several years, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, Qin Wang really can't bear to look more often.

After the award was completed, Yao Jia bestowed a title on the doctor, holding a white jade gui, as the guest of honor, and had the right to enter the court to discuss government affairs.

The mechanical sound of the system came again from Qin Wangzheng's mind.

[Ding, the little childish slave is back, bringing special products, please check! 】

A lyre was presented in front of everyone, and Qin Wangzheng was very familiar with it, but he had only a half-knowledge of the rhythm, and it was difficult to play a pleasant tune.

The 3000-year history of the Guqin, it turns out that the Yin and Shang Dynasties had a seven-stringed Guqin, and the melodies played in the "Book of Songs" are related to the Guqin.

In the main hall, all the officials were slightly startled. Gu Qin appeared inexplicably in front of everyone, and they couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

But Qin Wangzheng didn't care at all, and said loudly to everyone: "Everyone, can you play a song for Yao Jia's triumphant return, congratulate Yao Jia for being eloquent, and let the king of Chu give up the fertile land for a hundred miles."

In the royal family of the Qin State, there are all Huang Zhong Dalu, who don't know much about the guqin that is popular in the land of Jingchu, and all the officials are hesitant to go forward.

Qin Wangzheng's face darkened: "Is there no one playing?"

Prime Minister Right got up mechanically, his movements were slow, a cold sweat broke out from his gray temples, and he said in a trembling voice: "The old minister was originally playing for the emperor!"

Seeing Kai Zang's vicissitudes and gray temples, Qin Wangzheng waved his hand slightly, and did not let him play, and continued to look at the others: "Prime Minister You is over sixty years old and can still play. You are in your prime, why are you hesitating. "

Qin Wangzheng's face gradually darkened, his smile faded away, his eyes were stern, and he said in a cold tone: "I still don't want to play for the doctor Yao Jia, and confront the lonely king?"

Looking at Qin Wangzheng's frown, all the officials' expressions changed, their legs trembled uncontrollably, and they all knelt down on the ground: "Don't you dare?"

Qin Wangzheng snorted coldly, and Chang Wenjun cupped his hands and explained: "Your Majesty, the ministers are good at court music and don't know much about the playthings in Jingchu."

Seeing that all the officials were indifferent, Xiao Zhinu finally took the initiative to jump on the table and wanted to play a song for the King of Qin himself, congratulating Yao Jia on his triumphant return for winning hundreds of miles of fertile land for Qin.

Seeing the little childish slave in full swing and about to play, the officials laughed bitterly, wondering if a frog could not play the piano and tune it.

It's just that the officials kept silent, praying silently for the little childish slave, hoping that the music played was not a life-threatening sound.

Qin Wangzheng saw Xiao Zhinu stepping forward, looked at everyone with cold eyes, and said with a sneer: "Professing to be able to offer advice to Great Qin, but at the critical moment, he is not as good as a frog, making the world laugh!"

All the officials bowed their heads and obediently accepted Qin Wangzheng's reprimand. Qin Wangzheng looked at the little child: "Don't worry, little child, no matter what the melody is played, the lonely king will not blame you, and the officials will not make fun of you." you!"

The king of a country is silent, how dare the officials laugh at the little childish slave at the risk of beheading?

Baiguan looked at Qin Wangzheng's icy face, swallowing involuntarily.

Xiao Zhinu nodded slightly and began to play.

Upon hearing the opening melody, Lord Changping, Lord Changwen, Kai Zhuang and others were dumbfounded.

I thought it was a bronze rookie, but I didn't expect it to be an old monster of a king.

Although they don't know how to play the qin and compose music, they have also enjoyed the qin music in the countryside of Qin State.

Chang Wenjun was intoxicated by it, and sighed with emotion in a low voice: "The style of this song is bleak and lonely, it first suppresses and then rises, and the peak turns."

Qin Wangzheng suppressed his composure, but he spoke happily in his heart.

The little Zhinu rescued the embarrassing situation in the court, Qin Wangzheng just wanted the little Zhinu to play lightly, pluck the strings, and it would be over hastily.

Unexpectedly, the little childish slave could play such a beautiful and melodious song.

And Xiao Zhinu was also intoxicated by it, unable to extricate himself for a long time, showing a leisurely smile, like a woodcutter playing a song to cleanse his soul while fishing by the river.

This piece of music is heroic and majestic, like an impassioned battle song, like a triumphant drum, and like a hunting flag.

Yao Jia was even more intoxicated, looking at the little childish slave in disbelief.

In the past, all the officials were sneering at him, but now that he has returned from victory, all the officials know it well, even if they do, they still pretend to be ignorant, and are unwilling to play for Yao Jia.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the frog who accompanied him all the way stepped forward.

Mixed with the impassioned melody, the excited eye sockets were a little moist.

The qin music is sometimes like a majestic and majestic mountain, sometimes like a rushing river, sometimes tactful, sometimes straightforward, and it actually sings the heartfelt voice of countless old Qin people.

The five tones of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu are clear and bright, and they are played vividly by the little childish slave.

Such a melody, coupled with such a heroic old Qin people, brought tears to the eyes of all officials.

At the end of the song, the lingering sound of the piano sound is endless.

Qin Wang Zheng shouted: "Xiao Zhinu is really a genius made in heaven."

Qin Wangzheng flicked his sleeves and said generously: "Record this song and pass it on."

(End of this chapter)