Qingchuan History

Chapter 217

Human and piano are one.Jingting Song also feels this way.

Then realize again how time is used determines the state of each person at this moment.

The same ten years of playing the piano, she spent ten years as a pastime, all relying on sporadic interests, a little talent and the accumulation of time; Shangguan's ten years may be longer, but it is painstakingly striving for perfection——

Whether active or passive.How similar it is to studying military strategy by yourself.It is very similar to Ruan Xueyin's study of history and medicine.It's so similar to the two of them exploring the Obsidian Curtain and the Mountain and River Plate respectively.

Thinking about it this way, the two of them are more powerful.After all, in the same period of time, I have learned more than others.

So I feel better, and I have an outlet for the unhappiness of being inferior in piano skills.

And Ruan Xueyin focused on the syllable of chaotic ending and rushing to peace——

disappointing.There is no difference, and there is no difference between the preceding and following sounds centered on that sound.

The whole piece is exactly the same.It's exactly the same as the Jingting Song.

She was thinking too much.

But Shangguan Concubine did show abnormality at that moment.She was sure it wasn't her own illusion.

Time is relative.

Space is relative.

Logic is relative.

So the same and different are also relative.

When Ruan Xueyin brought Jing Tingge out of Zhuyu Temple, the time had passed.The sun began to slant westward, and there was less than an hour left before the dinner at Hulan Lake.

Jing Tingge wanted to go to Pishuang Palace, but Ruan Xueyin refused.

"I'm going back to change." She had good reason.

Jing Tingge raised his eyebrows, showing disgust, "Didn't you just change your clothes today? Why did you change after wearing them for half a day?"

"Whether it's a family banquet or a palace banquet, my whole body is too clean and unruly."

It's really cleaner.Jingting song is the default.But it's also pretty.

Of course I didn't say it.They never praise each other.Moreover, it needs to be changed like this, how beautiful is it to look like?For Gu Xinglang to see?

Thinking like this, Shen Dantian finally boasted for the first time in 16 years: "It's beautiful enough. No need to change it."

Ruan Xueyin walked well, almost staggered when she heard the words, subconsciously replied: "What did you say?"

Jing Tingge only felt that the momentum was completely shameless, and he waved his hand quickly and said: "I said there is no need to change it, it is very beautiful, even more beautiful than Shangguan's concubine's dress just now. Can't you understand?"

"That's her daily attire. It's not considered a grand attire." Ruan Xueyin said lightly, and continued to go in the direction of Zhexue Palace, "Have you never seen the formation of the female relatives at various banquets in the Qi Palace, all of them using their strength invisible, If you lift a weight lightly, you are a master."

"So what? So you can't lose the battle?"

This is not quite Ruan Xueyin.She curled her lips in thought.

"As I said just now, the rules still have to be taken care of. What's more, this meal is for you. If I attend rashly, I will be much simpler than others, and I will be suspected of despising the emperor. One size counts for one size."

"I forget, I always forget," Jing Tingge sneered, "You are a princess after all, and you have a sense of order in your mother's womb. It seems that the court career before the age of four is also deeply rooted in the bone marrow. It is said that three years old is old, You didn’t go up the mountain until you were four years old, it’s too late after all.”

Ruan Xueyin glanced at her and thought, don't you?You didn't go up the mountain until you were five years old, and even later.

But it's meaningless to argue about these trivial matters at the critical point, she changed the subject: "You heard her play the piano just now, did you feel something strange?"

"What are you talking about!" Jing Tingge just woke up and there was still this case, "Why did you ask me to play the piano? I played a stick of incense, she played a stick of incense, and it disappeared in half an hour! She stared, "In the end you have to go back and change your clothes, you really don't have any time left for me and Ji Wanling." Speaking of this, she paused,
"Is it to stop me from going to Pishuang Palace?"

Ruan Xueyin was speechless: "I don't want you to provoke that person from Pishuang Palace. But it's not enough to make such a move."

"Then why?"

Ruan Xueyin glanced at it from the corner of her eye, and Yunxi and several palace servants followed her two zhang away as instructed.

"Her opening solo at the Tianlong Festival Banquet was "Guangling Rest". At that time, she was busy inviting pets to come out, so the repertoire she chose was naturally the best."

"Famous songs like "Guangling Zhixi" have always been the first choice for those who practice the piano. It is normal for her to be the best at it." As always, Jing Tingge is not a good listener, interrupting and answering frequently, and focusing all her enthusiasm on expression .

"Listen to me. You have been in Pengxi Mountain for ten years, and I have been in Pengxi Mountain for 16 years. We have never seen a teacher play the piano. But there is a piano. A room full of books, military strategies, historical materials, medicine, various classics and even poems or poems. Legends and anecdotes, if you really want to look for them, you can find them. Only there is no music score." She paused for a moment, then lowered her voice, "There is no music score, but there is a piano score of "Guangling Zhixi", which is not very strange ?"

Suspicion arises and everything is strange.

Jing Tingge was hesitant to decide. Thinking of the fact that he had become more and more inclined to be a shadow of a snake because of his over-stressed thoughts in the past two years, he felt a headache. He looked at Ruan Xueyin and said in a deep voice, "Your grasping and consideration of the so-called clues are all based on the teacher's problem. on this assumption. All these clues are not clues if the assumption itself is wrong."

This is nonsense.

All assumptions run the risk of being false, and all inquiry in the world must be based on assumptions.

Ruan Xueyin didn't believe that she didn't understand this truth.

She is just restless.Forced to refute because of anxiety.

Ruan Xueyin was not as disturbed as she was, at least slightly better.Maybe it's because from the night of Jizhao Pavilion to today, all kinds of worries have begun to ferment and have been digested?

Time is indeed the top medicine, which can cure diseases and heart diseases.

"You're right, "Guangling Stopping Rest" is too famous a song, so it's inexplicable to establish such a connection. But the connection between Pengxi Mountain and Shangguan Mansion is already preceded by four sisters, so all the overlapping points have to be Taking it into consideration, it also includes "Guangling Zhixi". And it's still the same reason, why is there a piano score in our pile of books? The teacher never plays the piano, so what is the origin of that piano?"

After Ruan Xueyin finished speaking in one breath, she understood Jing Tingge's mood again.

It should be said that the two people have a common feeling.

For more than ten years, I have taken it for granted, even if I doubt it, but because of my trust and dependence on the teacher, I never think about it on some serious or even serious issues——

From today, from the moment doubt arises, everything will change.

Whether they admit it or not, no matter how close their relationship with the teacher is, Pengxi Mountain is a place they will use consciously or unconsciously when facing the long years and the boundless world.

Not too much and not deep, even just some shadows, but there is no choice but inevitably, that place plus the teacher becomes a part of belonging.

Especially for Jing Tingge, who doesn't know his background or even his country.

Ruan Xueyin at least, even if only on the scene, still has a palace.

"No." After a long while, Jing Tingge spoke slowly, with a somewhat erratic voice, "You have listened to this song for many years. If there is any difference, you will know it after comparing it. In fact, you don't need to ask me."

"That's right," Ruan Xueyin sighed softly, "The songs are all learned from the notation, so what's the difference?"

What if the score is different?Jing Tingge's heart skipped a beat, "There seems to be more than one version of "Guangling Zhixi"."

Ruan Xueyin turned to look at her.

"Murong Xun is keen on music and dance. He seems to have said that there are at least five versions of "Guangling Zhixi" in the world. The whole is the same, only the details are different, probably because of errors in the process of transmission and copying, and it was later reproduced. Those who continue to repair and beautify it."

"Then, at least the two of you are learning the same version." Ruan Xueyin frowned, "But when the pile of chaotic tunes is coming to an end,"

"That paragraph is called "Luan Sheng"." Jing Tingge corrected.

"Okay, Luansheng. When you played the piano, when the last note of "Luansheng" appeared, she behaved unusually. At first, I thought it was different here."

The reason for letting them play the piano separately is to trace the clues, and Jing Tingge has completely understood by now.

"The result is not different." She interfaced, "But in fact, according to the logic of Sishu Zhan, the same is correct."

indeed.Ruan Xueyin agreed.

Where is the problem?

If the other party responds, it is impossible to have no problems at all.

Logic is relative.

Same and different are also relative.

They're both alike--

But different from others?
"Perhaps, she thought that the way she handled it there was special. She thought that few or no people in the world could play like that except herself. But you did."

So the same, but surprised her.

Jing Tingge frowned slightly.

"Looks like when I get back to Cangwu, I have to ask Murong Xun to find a bunch of musicians to play "Guangling Stopping Rest"."

With such a tone of almost taking advantage of her again, Ruan Xueyin lost her chills, inexplicably feeling a little sympathy for the new king of the Kingdom of Wei.

"Okay, you know this matter and I know it, and the investigation is also going on in secret, you can ask His Majesty Wei Jun for help—"

"You don't have to worry about that." Jing Tingge waved his hand, "He's not Gu Xinglang, it's easy to fool me, I just find a reason. And,"

And on such innocuous matters, he usually agrees to do it directly, without asking the reason at all, and he doesn't even need to be fooled.

Thinking like this, he didn't continue, "Anyway, keep an eye on Shangguan and concubine, and leave Cangwu to me."

(End of this chapter)