The Legend of Nanshan Jun

I don't know who said, "I just listened to this "Yangzhou Slow". The song is very good, but the piano is terrible. It's really ruined."

Someone nodded in agreement, "That's true! It's just that there are only a few good pianos in this world. It's a pity."

"Isn't the Daxia Imperial Palace home to the Yaoguang Qin, one of the top ten famous pianos? Why don't you ask His Majesty the Emperor to open our eyes." Prince Beiliang suggested, shaking his folding fan.

This proposal was immediately agreed by the envoys of the three countries in the East China Sea.

Li Zhenrui gestured to the valet beside him with his eyes, and Yao Guangqin was soon moved over.

The whole body of the piano is light blue with silver light.The silver strings were shining brightly, as if there was a hint of cold air.The silk string itself is made of high-quality materials, and it is sealed in thousands of years of cold ice for storage. Finally, it is made into a Yaoguang Qin. The whole body is cold, but the tone is excellent.

"With the qin, where is the person playing the qin?" Prince Beiliang asked.

Fang Shengze wanted to get up, but he stopped him and said, "The player who plays the qin can't be an ordinary person, he must be someone who can really play the qin, and it must be a piece of music that he has never heard before, otherwise it will be too boring."

Fang Shengze's face flushed and turned pale, and he sat down in his seat slumped.

Li Zhenrui glanced casually at Cui Minglang, then at me deeply, but did not speak.

"Why, there is no one in Nanxia who can play the piano?" The Prince of Beiliang looked at our male concubines with a smile, "It seems that the male concubines of Daxia have used their kung fu elsewhere. Won't."

Li Zhenrui took a sip of tea slowly, seemingly indifferent to these words, and only said indifferently, "There are good tunes, and there are people who play the piano. It depends on whether someone is willing to play for your envoy."

"Oh, His Majesty the Emperor came forward to invite him, but is there anyone who doesn't want to show His Majesty the Emperor?" Prince Beiliang asked with interest.

Li Zhenrui smiled inaudibly, shrugged casually, "I don't like to force myself."

Huangfu Duan snorted, "I don't think any male concubine can play the piano!"

"Could it be that there isn't a male concubine who can play the piano in the majestic Great Xia Palace?" Prince Beiliang asked again.

Seeing Prince Beiliang's expression of enjoying the show, Cui Minglang moved his upper body in the seat, but he still didn't get up, and only clenched his fists tightly.

I sighed, stood up, patted off my sleeves, and walked towards the Yaoguang piano in the center.

Everyone looked at me in astonishment, and Sima Qingyan even called out, "Brother Ling Xi, can you play the piano?"

I smiled at him, but turned my eyes to Prince Beiliang and said, "I never said I couldn't."

I slowly owed everyone a debt and sat down.

I started playing the piano when I was two years old.My mother is a famous prostitute in Yangzhou. What she is best at is not playing the pipa, but playing the piano.

The first time my father saw my mother, he was deeply attracted by her appearance playing the piano, and he stayed up every night just to see her.

I have had an inexplicable love for Yaoqin since I was a child, and I almost learned it without a teacher.

There are no famous songs from ancient times to the present that I don't know, even the lost scores I can make up for them.

"So Mr. Nanshan can play the piano!" Someone sighed in surprise.

The corners of my lips raised slightly, and my hands were already on the strings.

The cold silk strings reveal tenacity, it is really a peerless piano.

I lightly touched the strings with my fingertips, and there was a crisp sound. I parted my lips lightly, and said lightly, "This song is called "Shu Zhu Ling"①."

As soon as the voice fell, my fingers flew freely on the strings flexibly, without any stagnation, and the melodious and melodious melody with a touch of sadness resounded in every corner, and my singing sounded as the sound of the piano gradually deepened. Standing up: Smiling with a dignified appearance, like jade and gentle, dressed in moon-white bamboo clothes.

He flicked his folding fan, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and was unparalleled in the world.

Recite thousands of lines of text, wear waves in the vast sea, and pay homage to the servant.

Gain all the elegance and hide the deep sorrow.

"Father, why can't I take the scientific examination?"

"What's the use of taking part in the scientific examination? If you pass the examination and others ask, how can you tell others that your mother is a famous prostitute in Yangzhou?"

"Even if it's a prostitute, it's what you've been asking for!"

"Pa", crisp applause, "Nizi!"

I closed my eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of my eye.

Ripples are painted in rows, clothes are facing the wind, flying to Zhengyu Palace Merchants

From the five emperors and three emperors to Yanmen, it is a long time, full of Xuan ink fragrance

On rice paper with writing brushes, Danqing Chenhuang, full of poems and books

After reading the bright moonlight, such a good day is not young tonight.

The melodious tune makes my mind looming a period of memories, young romantic time, all paid for jokes.

On the Yellow Crane Tower, the annual Qinxi Poetry Fair made a sensation in Jinling.

A man in white clothes completed his paintings and poems, and was immediately hung at the gate of the Yellow Crane Tower by his attendants.

Everyone in the audience was shocked, and stood up one after another, waiting for anyone to face the next battle.

After a long time, no one responded, and just as the host was about to award the plaque of the most talented man in the capital to the white-clothed man, another white-clothed man came gracefully.

He has long hair hanging down his waist, a handsome figure, icy muscles and bones, but he hides a veil, which makes people unable to see his appearance clearly. His eyes are bright and clear, and his smile is like sparkling waves, which makes people's hearts flutter.

He walked forward slowly, ignoring the stunned gazes around him, and only chanted softly, "One person, one star, one star. There are temples in the bamboo forest but no monks. A beautiful concubine, a concubine, a good word, an inch of gold."② When everyone heard it, they still couldn't understand what it meant, and the organizer said suspiciously, "Young master, this time the theme is Haitang. I'm afraid your poem is inappropriate."

"I just passed by here and didn't intend to participate." The man in white smiled slightly.

Everyone else shook their heads slightly, but a black-robed man took the lead in applauding, "Good, good, good, good, three times in a row, which surprised many people."

The eyes of the man in yellow beside him brightened instantly, followed by a voice of admiration, "What a poem, what a poem!"

The organizer asked the man in yellow, "Brother Ziang, what is the explanation for this poem?"

The man in yellow nodded and said, "One person, one mouthful, one star is the word 'good', there is a temple in the bamboo forest but no monk is the word 'etc', the concubine of the concubine Tianjiao is the word 'good', good words, one inch of soil and one inch of gold is the word 'poetry' 'Words. Such a good poem is the best interpretation of this poetry meeting."

Everyone suddenly realized, nodded in agreement, and were even more curious about the look of the man in white.

However, the man in white just smiled and nodded, handed over the painting in his hand to the host, and then left.

Unfolding the painting, it is a picture of Begonias in spring. In the distance, the Yellow Crane Tower is carved with beams and painted columns. , is a superior product.

The man in white started to leave while everyone was watching the painting, but was stopped by a man in yellow, followed by a man in black.

"May I ask your Excellency Gao's name?"

"My surname is Ling."

"Oh, Mr. Lin, I'm Chen Ziang, nice to meet you."

The man in white on the other side also came over and said with a smile, "I'm Cui Minglang."

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

Inadvertently meeting the deep gaze of the man in black robe, he saw his thin lips slightly parted, and there were three words: "Chen Zixuan."

"Haitang is still drunk, so it's hard to decide who is a talented person. When it comes to poetry, Mr. Cui Minglang should be the first, but when it comes to paintings, Mr. Lin should be the first, but there is only one plaque." The organizer cupped his hands and asked the man in yellow, "Mr. Brother Ang, how do you decide?"

Chen Ziang glanced at the black robed man again, then at Mr. Ling and Mr. Cui, and said with a smile, "Otherwise, I will award it to Mr. Linlang."

"Master Linlang?"

"Yes, Mr. Lin and Mr. Lang. Regardless of being equal, they are both amazingly talented and unparalleled in the world."

The man in black robe also nodded in agreement, "Unparalleled in the world."

In the middle of the song, another melodious sound came from nowhere.

It's my style of music, but it's another kind of emotion. It fits with mine like nothing else in the world.

The four hands are flying up and down on the strings, pouring out strings of poetic and picturesque sentiments.I looked up, facing Cui Minglang far away.He also smiled at me, and his fingers ran over the strings, which was exactly the same as my melody.

"Mr. Lang, if we say goodbye today, we will say goodbye forever."

As soon as he entered the palace gate, it was as deep as the sea, and from then on Xiao Lang was a passerby.

"Mr. Lin, if you don't come, I won't play anymore. If you meet a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers, my piano will be sealed for you from now on."

Talking and laughing, the fame soars, and the mountains and rivers go around in the fleeting years

Looking at the present in a chic way, he toasted to the moon and invited

Another high mountain and flowing water, few bosom friends

Who wins and who loses who says who can laugh proudly and who can predict?

At the end of the song, there was still silence.Then there was a low voice of discussion, "Do you think Mr. Nan Shan looks like a person?"

"Yeah, you can see it too!"

"Of course, who can forget those who have heard Mr. Xiyan play the piano?"

"That's right! Mr. Nanshan wore a veil when he danced just now, isn't he the Mr. Xiyan? But Mr. Xiyan has never worn such bright red clothes, otherwise I would have recognized him early in the morning."

"Mr. Xiyan has a handsome figure and is the only one who is crowned in Jinling. Now it seems that Mr. Nan Shan is the Mr. Xiyan of that day!"

I saw that Heng Wang was still downcast, pouring wine from cup to cup.

Mr. Ruoshui showed a rare smile and greeted me slightly.

Cui Minglang said softly: "It turns out that Mr. Lin's surname is not Lin, but Xie."

Someone in the seat clicked his tongue, "This is the first time I've seen Mr. Lin without a veil... It's really shocking and beautiful, and it's so beautiful."

The Prince of Beiliang clapped his hands and said, "The harem of Great Xia is really wonderful. His Majesty the Emperor really enjoys the blessing of equaling everyone. Prince Linlang is all concubines in the harem!" He took a deep look at me again, "Mr. Nanshan, really! deserved."

Huangfu Duan also stood up, seeming to have forgotten the unhappiness just now, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, if this stunning beauty is not Nanshan Jun, ask the world, who else?"

He glanced at Fang Shengze, Fang Shengze's face was pale.

"Mr. Nanshan, do you dare to accept the order now?" Li Zhenrui smiled at me.

I knelt down, "I accept the order, thank you Your Majesty for your kindness."

He came in person and put a delicate hair crown painted with mountains into my hand.This is the exclusive hair crown of Nanshanjun, and only Nanshanjun.

"From now on, you will be my Lord Nanshan." His low voice rang softly in my ears, I raised my head and smiled at him, and he also looked at me deeply, with flowing eyes, as if there were only two of us in the world people.

Note:

①, Quoted from "Shu Zhu Ling", those who are interested can watch the mv, it is very good.The first time I heard this song, I wanted to write an article. The modest gentleman in my mind should be like this "smiling like a dignified man, gentle as a jade, wearing a moon-white bamboo dress", and because I was deeply in love, I wrote This modest gentleman is set to be a male concubine in the harem.

If the novel is going to be published and copyright issues are involved, I will revise this part separately, please forgive me~

②, What a good poem is adapted from a short story written by Ouyang Xiu during the Northern Song Dynasty.A clever woman with a proud son in her arms, born on the 21st in Youshi.Crossword puzzle: what a vinegar.