He planted peonies in the Tang Dynasty

The facade of Mudanfang has always changed with the seasons and times. Now, it is Chu operas that are sung, and Chu people are retained.

The walls of the courtyard are painted with clouds and fragrant grasses, which are smoked and coated with medicinal materials, giving off a faint fragrance. When you walk to the door, you can look in between the two evergreen trees with green leaves, and you will see a courtyard with blue smoke. Under the eaves, there are seven wind chimes hanging.

Gu Yue glanced at the newly added Xiuyuan Building on the west side to accommodate refugees, and walked into the teahouse.The hall was extremely lively, people from the Huaihe River in the south and the Yellow River in the north were chattering endlessly, the countertops were enriched, not only were seven new stones from long to short hung, even Legie was replaced with a slender waist, and the embroidered collar was wrapped around the lapel. A swirling moiré skirt.

When asking again, Cha Niang pointed to the old man: "The Shaodong family has worshiped a new master these days and is learning art."

Gu Yue caught up with the wooden ladder, and saw two figures reflected on the leaf paper of the wing room in the narrow passage. When he opened the door, he met Su An.

Su An sat under the window, beggar's clothes, holding a broken string in her arms, and the beautiful woman beside him leaned over, holding his waist and abdomen with her fingers through the sleeves: "Sing. "

Gu Yue: "..."

He had never seen a woman with such a slender waist like a snake, or said, he had never thought that Su An would let such a woman get close.

In the play, Su An did not stop, but raised his breath into the dantian, and sang the phrase that has been circulated in the city: "Who will make up the old clothes? Who will make up the new clothes?" The woman responded with sobs: "Master Lai Dexian , Take it for me."

Singing together, one is a homeless traveler, and the other is a warm-hearted good housewife, who is sad and resentful when the winter goose feather snow falls in front of her eyes, but is suddenly bumped into by the returning home, and misunderstood...

Chusheng, also known as Nanyin, was widely spread in the two Han Dynasties. Sometimes it is golden and jade, and sometimes it is dignified and profound. It is one of the most influential types of music in Qingyue. Now in Chang'an, what can be seen is temple bells, and what is invisible , is "less songs".

Shaoge, with short and incisive reciting as part of the structure of the tune, has a beautiful sound and rhyme, and is suitable for both refined and popular tastes.Those who seek simplicity, three-year-old children can sing with their fingers; those who seek refinement, suck up the water of the Huaihe River to transport their breath.

After finishing, Su An's forehead was already sweating: "Is the position right?" The woman said: "It's the same with people with the same voice. You should first sink the breath into the dantian, and then let it go through the top of the skull. This time it's better, but it's still It is more luck to use the chest and lungs."

Su An hummed, then raised her face with a smile, greeted Gu Yue and said, "Eighteen, this is Miss Lanqiu from Zuixianlou, she pretends to be a kind woman, and I pretend to be a refugee staying here. First, it happened to be 'husband-in-law asked from the door'!"

Lanqiu belonged to Anzhou household and married silk merchant Zheng Jingcheng. She was once a stable and happy proprietress, but after the Zheng family moved north to Guanzhong, they were squeezed out by the Anfeng Association and lost all their belongings. Zheng Jingcheng had no choice but to sell Lanqiu to pay off the debt.

In the Zuixian Tower, Lanqiu survived madly and drew his sword like Na Yuji. Later, before redeeming himself, Biyun kissed her red lips and gave her all the cards.When she was in love again, she carefully packed up her red and green outfits, specialized in Nanyin, and used her thin waist to attract thousands of bees and butterflies to wrap around her knees, singing "Great Wind Song".

Gu Yue took off his shoes and socks, and walked in barefoot.Lan Qiu stood up, bowed his knees, and rolled up his sleeves to add fragrance.Gu Yue said: "I've heard the girl's name for a long time, but this song has to be approved by Tai Le to be on the same stage with Su Enshin." Lan Qiu said: "I know."

After finishing speaking, she curled her red lips, covered her sleeves and whispered in Su An's ear, "Fairy Su, let's think about the script for another night, and you can't change it when you go on stage..." A slender silver Earrings, sweeping on Su An's shoulder.

Gu Yue: "..."

In Gu Yue's eyes, the earring was ready to move, like a flower snake that was about to burrow into Su An's body at any time, and he listened carefully, only to realize that what Su An wanted to arrange was far more than just the melody.

In the past few days, Su An has done three things.The first step is to visit the most famous Southern musician in the city, get his professor, record the old songs, the second step is to use famine as the theme, adapt the words a little bit, and ask Luoshu to polish it, the third step is to run as a worshiper All over the music halls, large and small, to teach these tunes that will be lost to musicians of all ages.

In order to let everyone dare to sing lyrics, the fourth thing Su An is arranging is to invite a group of friends who are willing to take risks to go to the most densely populated place in the southern suburbs in civilian clothes, sing lyrics on a scooter, and influence people's opinion.

After sending Lanqiu away, Su An breathed a sigh of relief, and fell on the soft floor: "Eighteen, Qiniang and the others have promised that if I do this, before the famine passes, all the workshops will sing Whoever, what place, what princes and generals, all listen to the call of Mudanfang. I don’t believe it all, but it’s just that when things get to this point, although some people want to harm me, there will always be someone to protect me, as long as the choice is beneficial to me Yes, it’s fine to check and balance what’s not good for me.”

When he said these words, Su An almost thought that he was the emperor on the throne. When he closed his eyes, what appeared was Liang Qiaozi's skinny, pitiful and hateful face—it turned out that what he sang was never about mountains, rivers, sun and moon.

While Gu Yue listened, thousands of questions arose in his heart, why didn't he borrow the authority of the Ministry of Rites, why didn't he report to the Tai Le Department, why didn't he guard Tai Chang Wei's family, why did he insist on his own opinion without fear of danger... …

But the road turned around again, but he still held back. He originally came here to inquire about the crime, but found that it was this heavy rain that related to the lives of thousands of people, and made the two insignificant people who had detoured thousands of miles in order to protect each other reach the same goal.

Their fate is already tightly bound to the soil of Chang'an, and they cannot escape. They can only stand side by side and bear the wind and rain together.

The tea was warm and cool, Gu Yue swallowed a thousand words, stretched out his hands and pulled off Su An's beggar's clothes, seeing that the scars had faded, he felt relieved, and then asked: "A Su, Miss Lanqiu is so far away from you today. It's near, won't you get used to it?"

As soon as this remark came out, the air suddenly changed.

Su An picked out a bit of sourness from it, and as soon as he avoided it, he smiled and said: "Well, eighteen asked a good question, no, how could it be, Miss Lanqiu's voice is so beautiful, it's as crisp as a wind chime, There is also fragrance on the body..."

Gu Yue said: "That's good." Su An said: "Huh?" Gu Yue said: "People's grievances are raging, once they are incited, they must be guided reasonably. Within ten days, I will send a petition for thousands of people. If you are not feeling well, how can you sing my lyrics? Where can I find a friend to write a petition? Fortunately, you said, no."

Su An was stunned for a moment, implicated in the past: "I don't want to sing your lyrics, I promised Qiaozi that I would sing Songzhou's." Gu Yue said: "Asu, you believe me, first Jingzhao Mansion, In Songzhou, none of them can escape." Su An thought for a while, and said: "You don't have any private property in Songzhou, do you?" Gu Yue said: "No, don't worry, I'll intercede with Wu Shilang, Let the Jinwu Guard secretly protect you."

The wind outside the window is light, and the night rain does not cut.

Seven days later, with the bells and drums still at dawn, a row of dilapidated carts came slowly and stopped in front of Mudanfang.Those refugees in Pingkang who were hiding from the rain under the courtyard wall rubbed their eyes and talked about the scene in front of them in incomprehensible dialects.

Le people are divided into three groups, one goes west to Anhua Gate, the other goes east to Qixia Gate, and the middle road leads to Mingde Gate, which has the largest number of people.While the musicians were moving their instruments back and forth, Uncle Gu put on a bamboo hat and joined the crowd of onlookers with dozens of buddies, keeping an eye on his surroundings.

Liang Qiaozi dragged on a pair of broken shoes, looking around, muttering words that others could not understand. The general meaning was that the people of Chang'an were full of strange things, the poor liked to pretend to be rich, and the rich liked to pretend to be poor.

Su An put on a coir raincoat and brought a few packs of Jushengnu, and went back to the Taile Department first, called Gu'er and Amin Alan to him, and passed a few basic gala lyrics one by one, and then generously initiated a small Twist.

Several families followed suit and rushed to take the school's music art test. Su An laughed and said that he had nothing to eat and could only take the test of "Hands and Hands".After Gu'er and the others were taken away by grandma, Su An patted the scraps off her knees and ordered the servants to call the people from Jixian Pavilion to talk about the matter.

Xu Kuo has gotten a little fat these days, and his movements have slowed down. Meng Yue is still caught in the middle, but He Lian is the first to arrive.Lu Lan didn't come, so he sent someone to call back, saying that he went to bed late at night and hadn't woken up yet, so we will discuss it in detail another day.Su An said: "What's another day? Human life is at stake now. Hurry up and ask for it." Then, Lu Lan arrived at the scene with sleepy eyes.

Su An wanted to drive and play music, and he invited Chusheng musicians. No one said anything beforehand, and he deliberately didn't invite Jixian Pavilion, so he didn't dare to stay longer, but simply stated his purpose and asked if everyone would like to go with him.

After Lu Lan heard this, he suddenly woke up, and tightened his grip on Su An and said, "Are you crazy? The daughter of the palace asks you not to go, why does a pear orchard enshrine go to the southern suburbs?" Su An said, "I want to go to the palace too, but that's Things after that." Xu Kuo was embarrassed, and forced a smile: "Asu, you, don't worry..."

Su An squeezed Meng Yue's shoulder: "Still thinking about Mrs. Hou in Anrenfang?" Meng Yue said: "No." Su An said: "Brother Xu told me that every time there is a music performance in the workshop, Murong always sits In the northeast corner, no matter, after the New Year's Eve, let's arrange a few more stories in the workshop, and you can meet more, that's great."

Xu Kuo dragged his family with him, and Xiuxin stopped him from making a fuss.Lu Lan sighed, because there were still a few families to go, so she refused more simply.

Su An nodded: "It's okay, it's my fault. I should have informed you earlier. Going now, I'm not familiar with the song, and I can't sing the lyrics. It's a waste of help."

If so, Su An stepped out of the courtyard door alone, but when he ordered the car to drive, he heard a panting voice chasing after him: "A Su, it was in this spring courtyard back then, do you remember? Master Li said to us "Since the Kaiyuan period, no poet has ever died from madly recited words, and no musician has ever died from high-pitched voices."

Su An turned around, and the person who was holding Sixian in the rain, half of his body was wet, and he forgot to put on his coir raincoat was He Lian.

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Thank you for the nutrient solution poured by Yan Shu, thank you, a branch of red apricot came out of the wall~