break the barrier

As for the pipa, Wei Xiao has seen it before. During the years of his education as the crown prince, he has seen many novelties.

The previous king was not as rigid as the previous kings, and he was allowed to draw a few turtles when he was bored in practicing calligraphy, and he would not blame him for climbing trees for fun. He liked the pipa, so the previous king went to find a musician.

However, in Dachong, it is a taboo for the king to come into contact with such "inappropriate" things. He didn't know how much effort the previous king had to bring musicians into the palace. His happiest time.

The former king told him that Da Chong was not like this in the past.The nobles in the upper city became more and more greedy, and boiled the king's circle like a frog in warm water to death in the frame. When they realized the distorted law around them, they could no longer escape.

He acted with the former king, followed the rules meticulously in front of the people and listened to the teachings, but he forgot to make friends with the queen.Those secular things that girls should learn, they have tasted them all. Forbidden and spurned, they are all treasures here. He is just at the right age, and the previous king is a belated rebel.

He knew in his heart that the late king was in jail, so he regarded him as the only hope, and put all his sustenance on him, and reminded him of the encounters he missed.

He doesn't think these sustenances are pressure, because the sustenance of the former king is also what he thinks in his heart. In this way, he feels that he is a person, not a shell called "king".

He felt that the former king was not like a king, not because the former king liked the novelty of the pipa, but because the former king was superior but could not save his own life.

After all, the paper could not contain the fire, and the matter of the pipa was exposed. Zheng Mao and his group of officials stood outside the palace of the former king, disregarding the rules of etiquette, regardless of the status of the monarch and his ministers, and condemned the king as a courtier.

Wei Xiao dare not forget that day in his life.

"I have heard that your majesty was bewitched by the musicians, and he harmed the crown prince's mind with his obscene music! The musicians flattered the lord with their sex, and harmed the country and the people. It is a heinous crime!"

At that time, Zheng Mao's temples had not yet seen frost, his voice echoed in the empty palace courtyard, his righteous and awe-inspiring appearance really resembled Zhongliang very much.

The moment Master Ke Le stepped out of the palace gate, he was dumbfounded. He was clearly a tall and strong man, so how could he flatter the Lord.

Wei Xiao thought that things had turned around, but underestimated Zheng Mao's ability to turn a deer into a horse.

Zheng Mao was silent for a moment, then rolled his eyes, "I am so respectful to the king that he is as good as Long Yang! The king and the man have sex, and the blood is not right. It is a sign of the destruction of the country... a sign of the destruction of the country!"

At that time, Wei Xiao was naive, he didn't understand why the former king didn't have a single excuse, and he didn't understand the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, so why he easily listened to Zheng Mao's nonsense.

But when the musician was exiled and the previous king was placed under house arrest, when he ascended the throne as the new emperor, he understood.

Any omen of disaster for the country is insignificant. Those ministers just need an excuse. After all, a king who tries to break through the shackles is their god of death.

At that time, he was full of sadness, it turned out that the power of Da Chong's courtiers was far higher than that of the king, it turned out that the upper city was rotten from the inside to the outside.

Wei Xiao was not reconciled, and used his own way to treat his own body, stuffing sugar-coated arsenic into the mouths of "loyal ministers and good generals" bit by bit, taking back the power into his own hands.

He thought too well, but in the end he was outnumbered. Zhou Prison's exile was his last blow to break through the shackles of morality. The upper city was broken, and he wanted to start anew.

Looking at the pipa in Hong Ye'er's hand, and at her own callus-free fingertips, it turned out that it had been so long.

Hong Ye'er dialed the syllables two or three times, and Wei Xiao seemed to see hope again. If Hong Ye'er was willing to go with them, then he would do his best to turn the longing in Hong Ye'er's heart into reality.

The women in Liuyue Pavilion are all beautiful and generous, without the flattery of the vulgar fans in the brothel. Some soldiers who are fond of rhythm ask the musicians for their skills, and some dance the traditional dance steps of their hometown on the stage.

Zhou Prison just had one cup after another, and didn't have the slightest intention to appreciate those songs and dances. He could only put Wei Xiao in his eyes, but Wei Xiao's eyes were all on the female musician who played the pipa, and the mixed The lute of the aroma of rouge.It was clearly an extremely light fragrance, but he found it extremely pungent.

"Beauty brother!" Hong Ye'er ran over with her pipa in her arms, her legs and feet were a little awkward, but she smiled nicely, and handed the pipa to Wei Xiao, "I saw you staring at you for a long time, but do you like it?"

Wei Xiao took it lightly, placed it on his lap and plucked the strings. This pipa was better than the one he played before, and it was still fragrant with powder, "Jiyun, is this pipa any good?"

Zhou Yu tilted his head, his eyes drifted a little, "The fragrance is too strong, very pungent."

"Really? Why don't I think so?" Wei Xiao approached the pipa and sniffed it lightly. It was just a faint scent of flowers. Maybe it's because people who practice martial arts all the year round have keen senses, "Oh, I still want to play a piece for you. As for the song, if you find it pungent, then forget it.”

"It's not very pungent either!" Zhou Yu stopped Wei Xiao from handing the pipa back to Hong Ye'er, and immediately withdrew his hand.

His overly rapid change of attitude is a bit strange, Wei Xiao also looked at him with doubts in his eyes, facing Wei Xiao, he always lost the ease in front of others, "Ah...uh... that, teacher than The pipa smells good! The pipa smells bad, but the teacher smells good..." The more I said, the more I lost my confidence, the more weird I became, and finally I closed my mouth and didn't dare to lift my eyes.

"Drinking confused?" Wei Xiao picked up Zhou Prison's wine glass, looked at him and smiled, "I haven't put on makeup, why is it more fragrant than a pipa?"

"Uh... Tixiang, ah no!" Zhou Prison jumped up, changed from sitting to kneeling, and almost kowtowed, "Teacher, I am not! The student offended! Teacher...I...it is...Teacher, I was wrong! "

Of course, Wei Xiao didn't feel offended, but was amused by Zhou Prison's foolishness and fell down on the table laughing. He kicked his arm with the tip of his shoe, "Get up, I'll play the pipa for you."

"Yes." With red ears, Zhou Prison sat upright like a child listening to a teacher's lecture.

So many years have passed, Wei Xiao has long forgotten what score there is, and just fiddles with it according to his feeling. Anyway, Zhou Prison can't tell good or bad.

In fact, he still has the pipa hidden in the palace, and he once wanted to teach it to Zhou Yu secretly, but after getting along for a while, he had no doubt that Zhou Yu would break the strings with one finger, so he had to give up.

As for Zheng Yao, a crown prince who was pushed up temporarily, 15 years old is too late, and his mind is already filled with the pedantry of the people from the upper city. If he takes out the pipa, he may be exposed.

After the song was played, Zuo Quan and Hong Ye'er clapped their hands together, Zhou Yu also nodded and said it was nice.

Wei Xiao handed the pipa back, knocked his elbows on the table and raised his hands to spread his fingers. He was not wearing a plectrum just now, and his left fingertips were a little red. He glanced at Zhou Prison who didn't know what he was thinking, and stretched out his left hand After the past, "It's time to honor the teacher."

Zhou Yu raised his hand and put it down, approached and moved away, and finally sat upright, "Teacher, you have worked hard."

Wei Xiao couldn't cry anymore, so she stretched her hand closer, "How did I do it when you broke your hand when you were young?"

Zhou Juan clenched his fist and loosened it, carefully held Wei Xiao's hand, and blew lightly a few times, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Well, it doesn't hurt anymore."