Heiankyo love story

King Ma Cang Ye was still puzzled, but he didn't ask again.

Jiang Xue listened quietly for another moment, shed tears again uncontrollably, a gentle sadness kept repeating and lingering, entangled her heart, she pressed her heart lightly, hesitated for a moment, listened to the music more and more Sorrowful and painful, I just feel like a knife is twisting my heart, as if it is herself who is in such pain and confusion.

In a trance, the teachings of the old teacher emerged in my ears.

...According to the rules of the music hall, before leaving the teacher, the apprentices hide their surnames and first names.I will teach you the first lesson, music is the sound of heaven and earth, and a musician is a person who feels the sound of heaven and earth with his heart and plays.Heartlessness cannot feel, heartlessness is not enough to play music. "Nine Chapters of Music" is all about love...

Jiang Xue repeated the teachings in his memory, and said in a low voice: "The seven emotions all reflect the internal organs. If they are few, they are bland and tasteless, and if they are too many, they will hurt the body and mind...Ecstasy and sadness, anger and liver damage...Excessive worry, spleen and lungs... All hurt..."

A musician who can play such a gentle flute sound must have a slender and sensitive heart. A musician is good at feeling things because of his sensitivity, and is also easily injured because of his sensitivity. The constant sadness and long-unanswered doubts have become stab wounds. The musician's own blade.

Musicians make friends through music, even if they have never met each other, as long as they have listened to each other's music, felt the sincerity expressed in the other's music, been happy because of the joy in the music, and sad because of the sadness in the music, then they can be heartfelt. friends.

High mountains and flowing water, but looking forward to bosom friends.

Listen to my music, know my mind, listen to your music, know your mind, can be called a bosom friend.

After all, the number one musician, who entered the music because of emotion and grew up in the mountains and rivers, could not sit back and watch another musician get hurt because of music. After a short watch and expectation, he decisively added it in the next bar of the turning point of the flute sound.

Since you are a close friend, how can you sit back and watch the other party hurt yourself like this?

I would like to share sorrow and joy with you.

If you are happy, I am happy to listen, if you are sad, I will share with you.

If you are confused, I would like to find the answer with you.

When the sound of the erhu was added to the sound of the flute, the original lingering and mournful melody changed subtly.

There was a wind beside the gurgling stream, blowing gently, leaving almost invisible wrinkles on the water.

The stream is quietly flowing towards the established direction, and gradually, there are polished and round stones in the water, there are splashes aroused by the stones, and there are swimming fish chasing each other, showing vitality.

Huqin did not take away the main melody of the flute sound, but just echoed and accompanied it, adding the joy of life to the melodious and lingering flute sound little by little. Unknowingly, the flute sound began to echo Huqin's piano sound.

Like fish chasing and playing in the water, like the wind catching splashes.

Beside the clear stream, emerald green shoots sprouted slowly, and quickly branched and grew amidst the music of the piano and flute, quickly growing into a weeping willow.

When the spring breeze brushed gently like scissors, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and disappeared with the gust of wind without leaving a trace.

The sound of the flute seemed unaware of this change, and continued to play until the koi jumped out of the water and bit the willow leaves. The flute player suddenly woke up, looked around, but saw no one.

The young man in purple-haired monk clothes stood blankly by the spring, holding the dragon flute, murmured, "Is this the envoy sent by the Buddha to enlighten me?"

The prince Yongquan, who was born in the royal family and then asked himself to become a monk, was confused for a short time and called the waiter of Shenquan Garden to inquire. When he learned that no one else came today, he was disappointed and prayed more devoutly to the Buddha.

——Presumably it must be the gift of the Buddha, who came here to explain his misunderstanding.

However, the sound of the huqin was too gentle, gentle and tolerant, like a mother's warm embrace.The sound of the zither gently lifted him away from the snow, took him by the hand, and led him from the cold and windy river to the beautiful green river in spring.

The person who plays the huqin must have a kind and soft heart, noble and gentle, patient and tolerant.

I really want...to hear her piano sound again...

Lord Buddha, please let me... be able to see her again and listen to her piano sound again.

Yuan Yongquan prayed sincerely.

Outside Shenquan Garden, an ox cart left slowly.

King Macang Ye applauded lightly, and praised sincerely: "His Royal Highness Xue Ji's piano sound is really a natural sound, I only hate that the words in the world are poor, and it is not enough to write one or two of them."

Jiang Xue put away the bow, plucked the strings twice casually, and said with a smile: "In the past, Letian Layman wrote "Pipa Xing", Master Macang might as well try to write "Huqin Xing"."

King Ma Cang Ye burst into laughter, covered his forehead with a fan, and sighed: "Please don't embarrass me, Your Highness Xue Ji."

Jiang Xue was just joking, and of course she wouldn't insist on forcing Onmyoji to write a poem—if Onmyoji really wrote a waka, she would probably still have a headache.Hearing the sound of the flute gradually became clearer, Jiang Xue lifted the curtain of the car and said to Yuan Laijiu who was driving outside: "Laijiu, bypass Shenquan Garden and go south on Zhuque Avenue."

Minamoto Raihisa did not ask the reason, but followed orders.

Ma Cang Ye Wang waited until Jiang Xue sat down again, and said with something in his words: "Isn't it a pity that Her Highness Xue Ji doesn't go to Shenquan Garden to meet the flute player?"

The subtext in that question was too obvious, Jiang Xue shook her head with a smile, and replied with the same meaning: "Master Ma Cang is an old friend of the Emperor, but it is a pity to be inferior to the seventh."

The two looked at each other, and they were amused by this kind of dialogue that also concealed the edge but was not about attacking each other but mostly for joking, and laughed one after another.

After a while, Ma Cang Yewang laughed softly: "The higher the official position, the more troubles... I am lazy by nature, so it's fine now."

Jiang Xue couldn't help raising her eyebrows, her eyes were full of interest, she shook her head slightly, and said with certainty: "Master Ma Cang's words are not true, but they are not a lie either."

King Ma Cang Ye asked with a smile: "Oh? Why did Your Highness Xue Ji say that?"

"If you are afraid of trouble..." Jiang Xue pointed back at herself with a smile, "Master Ma Cang should resolutely reject the troublesome matter of 'me'. When I was out of the cloud, Master Ma Cang can completely ignore me, right? ?”

Ma Cangye Wang looked at Jiang Xue quietly for a few seconds, then sighed with a smile, looked away first, and said in a joking tone: "Maybe I was just curious at that time?"

Jiang Xue suddenly laughed.

"There is nothing in this world that is more likely to cause trouble than curiosity... However, I have been favored by Master Ma Cang, so I will not ask any more questions this time. I didn't go to Shenquanyuan just now... It is precisely because I know very well the identity of the flute player inside."

Jiang Xue looked at King Ma Cang Ye, and asked confidently: "I think Master Ma Cang is the same, guess who that is?"

That's why he hinted that she could take the opportunity to meet that person—"It's a pity not to meet" means that this time the meeting must be profitable.

It is profitable to be on a person, if it is not that you want the other party to pay for the previous piano sound, or that person has a noble status, and with the specific location of "Shenquan Garden", the other party's identity is ready to be revealed.

King Ma Cang Ye nodded and said in a firm tone: "Although there are many people in Beijing who are good at flute, there are only a handful of famous ones... Major General Tachibana of Zuo Jinwei Mansion has a gorgeous flute sound, which is deeply loved by the court. It is different from the style of music I just heard. Non-nobles are not allowed to enter Shenquan Garden, and those who can play the flute in Shenquan Garden... I think it should be the prince of the imperial family."

Jiang Xue smiled and nodded, echoing, "I think so too."

Prince Omuro refers to the prince who became a monk at Omuroji Temple.

As we all know, among the royal family who became a monk at Omuroji Temple, there is only one who is famous for his flute skills, and that is Yongquan.Born in the royal family, Yongquan used to be "Prince Dunren". Later, in order to avoid royal disputes, he became a monk at the age of 15, abandoned his title of secular family, and became Prince Yongquan Fa.

"That flute sound is too gentle..."

Jiang Xue stroked the strings of the erhu with one hand, fiddled with them a few times, smiled and shook her head.

"Because I'm too gentle, if we really meet this time, it will cause unnecessary trouble... Although it's just a coincidence that I came to Shenquan Garden, if others hear it, they will inevitably have other ideas. Besides--I don't want to Ask him to answer."

Jiang Xue said as a matter of course: "The musician wants to play music for his bosom friend, and he doesn't need any repayment. He has already responded to me in the music, and that is the best answer. If there is a destiny, we will always meet again somewhere. "

King Macang Ye listened quietly, with a faint smile on his lips, and he said after a while: "I didn't hear the confusion and sadness in the sound of the flute before... Is it only the sensitive people who can understand it?" Play such moving music?"

When it comes to music, Jiang Xue immediately regained her energy, and because she was full of confidence, she appeared leisurely and peaceful.

"Master Ma Cang asked this question very well. Regarding this point, there are also debates among musicians... The founder of the school I studied believed that 'music is the sound of heaven and earth, and musicians feel the sound of heaven and earth with their hearts and play it People can't feel without heart, and ruthlessness is not enough to play music', but there are also schools of thought that 'the world is ruthless, only people have feelings, music is the sound of heaven and earth, and people's hearts and emotions can disturb the sound of heaven and earth, so it can't be considered music'. Musicians have passed on for thousands of years , Grandmasters come out in large numbers, the two parties are constantly arguing, and they can only play musicians... If the mountains and rivers win, the people of the world will win with love;

As a musician who was promoted by Gaoshan Liushui Pavilion as a representative to compete with Tianyinge musicians, Jiang Xue has a great say in this regard.

The two musicians fought with their lives for seven days and seven nights, and finally ended with the other party breaking the string and falling off the cliff.

The extremely difficult and dangerous things at that time, looking back now, I still feel nostalgic.

Jiang Xue shook her head mockingly, retracted her thoughts, suppressed the sorrow and joy caused by the past memories, and looked at Ma Cang Yewang with a smile.

"So, if Master Ma Cang asks me, then my answer must be——you can move people with music if you have feelings. If you can't feel other people's emotions, how can you appreciate other people's music? If you can't convey your own feelings, why play music? Love, evil, desire, joy, anger, sorrow, all can be tuned."

Ma Cangye Wang thought for a moment, then smiled.

"So, Her Highness Xue Ji thinks... to express love with music?"

"Exactly."

Jiang Xue sat upright, nodded solemnly, and then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"All in all, the music is the voice of the heart. A person may lie, but her music is hard to lie... If you can understand a person's music, you will definitely understand her heart."

King Ma Cang Ye sighed helplessly.

"It seems...it's hard for me to do this."

"Of course—" Jiang Xue said with a smile, "We must leave some good points for others, Master Ma Cang. By the way, I haven't thanked Master Ma Cang for creating an enchantment for cousin Sting. Thank you very much Master Asakura."

King Macang Ye replied, "I dare not accept my responsibility."

"Responsibility belongs to duty, don't prevent me from thanking you!" After Jiang Xue finished speaking, she leaned against the wall of the carriage and fell asleep.

Ma Cang Ye Wang put away his smile, and looked at the Hu Qin expressionlessly in the corner of the carriage.

A girl who can play such gentle music sometimes has the heart to drive her opponent to a corner.

Play music with love?

Love and hate are both love.

Who are you, "Fujiwara Yukihime"? "Jiang Xue"?

Even "Jiang Shishi" is a pseudonym...

But the sound of the harp is too beautiful, and the sound of the huqin is so gentle...

Can you understand someone's heart by understanding their music?

Such...contradictions...