That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 405

Listening to the melodious piano sound, Zhang Jian's face was a little shocked at first, then pleasantly surprised, and finally completely immersed in it.

He was born in Qingliu, he also imitated the style of celebrities, was proficient in melody, and even composed music by himself. Today, when I first heard Su Qingnu playing Feng Qiuhuang, I felt that the essence of this song was fully displayed, blending the style of Chu Cisao When the piano sound is fast, it is like a storm, when it is slow, it is like whispering, and when it is not in a hurry, it is like big pearls and small pearls. Disk, really worthy of everyone's word.

At the end of the song, the whole hall was silent.

Su Qingnu stood up and bowed to everyone, and then he had to choose a guest to stay and talk about the rhythm of poetry according to the rules. Since he wanted to talk about these things, those who had no inkling were naturally hopeless.

Su Qingnu looked around, and then said softly: "My family's problem is actually very simple. You don't need to compose poems. This song Feng Qiuhuang is a Guqin song. There is an allusion in it, and there is also a poem about resentment." , I wonder which guest can recite it?"

As soon as Su Qingnu's words fell, Zhang Jian in the private room got up and opened the window, reciting: "After a farewell, the two places will be close together. Although it is March and April, who knows five or six years. The lyre has no intention of playing , There is nothing to pass on the eight-line script, the nine-link ring is broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion is about to be pierced. Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, all kinds of helplessness to complain. Thousands of words and thousands of words can’t be finished, and one hundred boredom depends on ten fences. Chongjiu climbs high to see lonely geese, August mid-autumn moon Round people are not round. In July and a half, I hold candles and burn incense to ask the sky. In June, everyone shakes fans in the dog days, and I am disappointed. In May, pomegranate flowers are red like fire, and they are watered by cold rain. In April, loquats are yellow, and I want to face the mirror. The mind is confused. In March, the peach blossoms drift with the water, and in February, the kite line is broken. Hey, Lang, I wish that in the next life, you will be a woman and I will be a man."

Su Qingnu looked at Zhang Jian and said with a smile, "Then today I invite this guest to discuss the rhythm of poetry with my family."

Xuan Yi in another private room closed the window that was only pushed open a gap, and said softly: "The fish has taken the bait."

Yu Jia got up and said: "Then let Gui Ding prepare to do it, and remember not to disturb Miss Su."

Xuan Yi nodded silently, turned and left.

After Yujia walked back and forth in the room for a few steps, he said softly, "Come here."

A swordsman from the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall pushed the door open and entered without a sound.

Yu Jia ordered: "Go and invite the adults from the Inspectorate and Chief Political Envoy to come over, and tell them to drink flower wine."

The swordsman respectfully agreed and turned away in a hurry.

Yu Jia sighed again, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his brow.

At the beginning, I was holding a sword to kill people, but now I can only do these low-level activities?

Then my own kendo, I think, is very little left.

Sometimes, he envied that young master very much, because his firmness of heart is really rare, that young master has always understood what path he should take, and would never let his sword heart suffer for some inexplicable reasons. However, today's sword practice is advancing by leaps and bounds all the way, and he stepped into the realm of the earth fairy at a young age, and he is expected to become another great sword fairy who will reach the top of the world in this life.

Looking at himself, he has lived in vain for decades, and he is still in the realm of a small human fairy. Yu Jia can only smile wryly and is speechless.

On the other side, Zhang Jian came down to Su Qingnu's room led by the old bustard.

There was nothing extravagant about it, an ordinary carpet was spread on the floor, and a light screen copied from "Taking Spring" separated the inner room from the outer room. There is a stringed Yaoqin, and next to it is a small table for two people to sit facing each other. The tea set on the table is not expensive, but exquisite.

Zhang Jian sighed in his heart, this master Su was really unusual, and he liked him even more.

Su Qingnu took the initiative to speak, and talked about the Taiping Grand Ceremony, which is the most talked about among scholars nowadays, citing the scriptures and allusions, which made Zhang Jian admire him more and more. It's really a cruel thing.

Sitting opposite Su Qingnu, Zhang Jian watched her skillfully handle the tea set, and asked, "Miss Su, have you ever seen the Taiping Grand Ceremony?"

Su Qingnu nodded lightly and said: "My son has a collection of one hundred volumes of the Great Peace Ceremony, and I borrowed them to read when I have nothing to do."

"Your son?" Zhang Jian asked suspiciously, "This Taiping Canon has just been published, and there are not many families in the imperial capital that can have as many as one hundred volumes. It is already a great honor to have a few volumes. Is it possible..."

Zhang Jian suddenly remembered something, hesitantly said: "Your son is..."

Su Qingnu nodded with a smile and said, "My son's surname is Xu."

Zhang Jian's face changed slightly. After all, he was a figure from the imperial court. No matter how slow he was, he finally noticed that something was wrong. From the deliberate courtesy of the bustard before, to the Mr. Xu in Su Qingnu's mouth, this Fanghua Pavilion This is the property under Mr. Xu's name.

The new chief envoy had a chill down his back.

Su Qingnu asked softly: "Master Zhang seems uncomfortable? Why is his face so bad?"

Zhang Jian no longer cared about what Su Qingnu called him, and stood up abruptly, about to leave this place of right and wrong, but when he opened the door, he found that there were already young and strong men standing outside, led by a A skinny man with dark eyes.

The skinny man said with a half-smile, "Master Zhang, where are you going? Do you want to leave after doing something bad?"

Zhang appraised his mind, and forced himself to be calm: "What are you talking about? Why did you do something bad and leave, and your Fanghua Pavilion will be changed into a robber?"

The thin man said hesitantly: "Master Su is a distinguished guest of our Fanghua Pavilion. I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to look so dignified, but his heart is so unbearable. He actually wants to use force. You might as well tell you the truth, everyone Su has already been raped." Our young master combs, if you don't give an explanation today, you don't even think about walking out of the gate of Fanghua Pavilion."

Zhang Jian's face was flushed, and he said loudly: "When did I exceed the etiquette by half a minute? You don't want to spit blood."

The skinny man smiled and said: "Don't call me, it's useless, we have checked your background, from the second-rank chief envoy, this is a high-ranking official in the frontier, and he was born in the noble Hanlin before, so that's even more important No, but if this matter is spread, your lord's reputation will not be preserved. How will your colleagues treat you? How will the scholars treat you? Your lord should think carefully about it."

Zhang Jian's eyes were red, and he turned his head to look at Su Qingnu, but suddenly found that the woman had turned around and went behind the screen, only a blurry silhouette could be seen.

The skinny man narrowed his eyes, and his tone became colder, "I might as well make it clear. Your Excellency has Prime Minister Lan, and we have Prime Minister Han, and no one is worse than the other. If your lord comes to Jiang for promotion and fortune, then we Naturally, well water does not interfere with river water, but if you come to look for it and feel uncomfortable, then don’t blame us for not letting you feel happy, my lord.”

Zhang Jian's expression was complex and unpredictable.

The skinny man sneered and added the last straw that overwhelmed the camel's camel, "Tell me the truth, the chief envoys and the chief envoys are drinking downstairs at this time. I just need to say hello here, and they will come up." , when the time comes, your lord will be full of mouths, how can you explain clearly?"

Zhang Jian's expression changed suddenly, and he said dejectedly, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"My lord, please make a written statement." The skinny man ordered softly, "I will serve you with pen and ink."

Half an hour later, Zhang Jian walked out of the brightly lit Fanghua Pavilion in a daze, no longer in high spirits like before.

(End of this chapter)