back to ancient times to be emperor

Chapter 309
After the imperial guard walked out of the private room, Lu Chengqi suddenly heard the sound of Guqin.

Lu Chengqi was a little puzzled, how could there be a piano player in such a decent place to eat?But think about it, don't all western restaurants in later generations have luthiers playing the piano?I also understand that the ancient restaurants also engaged in some side businesses to attract customers!It's just that there is no piano, only guqin.

I just don't know who is playing the zither, but the zither is playing together, and the noise just now has stopped.Even Zhang Zai and Wang Anshi put down their chopsticks at the same time when they heard the sound of the piano, closed their eyes, and began to appreciate it.

Listening to the soothing tune, Lu Chengqi was a little curious, and thought: "Could it be that my aesthetics is incompatible with these ancients?" Looking at the two great scholars who were intoxicated in the world of music, Lu Chengqi really doubted his own understanding of music. view.

It is undeniable that the sound of the piano is really quiet.Even some guzheng masters of later generations may not be able to play this kind of charm.Um, in Lu Chengqi's perception, the Guqin and Guzheng are the same musical instrument.

The Guqin at this time was called "Qin", also known as "Yaoqin", "Yuqin", "Sitong" and "Lyre".The lyre, as the name suggests, has only seven strings.Its timbre is deep, its range is wide, and its lingering sound is long. It has been a gentleman's instrument since ancient times.Qin is the most noble musical instrument in the Central Plains culture. There are sayings that "there is no reason not to withdraw the qin" and "Zuoqin Youshu".It ranks first among the four arts of Chinese traditional culture "qin, chess, calligraphy and painting". It is regarded as a representative of elegance by literati, and it is also an accompaniment instrument for literati when they sing. It has been a must-have knowledge and compulsory subject for many literati since ancient times.

What needs to be known is that since ancient times, "Qin" refers to Guqin, and it was only renamed Guqin when it was distinguished from piano in later generations.Guqin was originally made of five strings, but it was customized for seven strings in the Han Dynasty, hence the name Qixian.

The word "qinse" includes two kinds of musical instruments.In addition to the qin, there is also an ancient musical instrument, the zi, which is also like the qin, but it has as many as fifty strings, so it is also called "fifty strings".There is a poem by Li Shangyin, a great poet in official history, that the zither has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one column think of Huanian, which is about the se.There must be a pillar for every string, so it is one string and one pillar.

As for the guzheng, it was a popular instrument during the Warring States period. The earliest zither had five strings, and it developed into twelve strings at the end of the Warring States period.

The shapes of these three instruments are very similar. If it is not distinguished from the strings, most people would not know what kind of instrument they are playing.Of course, great Confucian scholars like Zhang Zai and Wang Anshi, after hearing the sound of the qin for a long time, knew it was the sound of the qin as soon as they heard it.

When the sound of the piano faded away, Lu Chengqi still struggled with his musical aesthetic ability, but he didn't listen to the content of the sound of the piano at all.

At this time, Wang Anshi was the first to open his eyes, clapped his hands and sighed: "Such a fresh sound, only a woman in a boudoir can play it. If it were me, I would definitely not be able to play it."

Disturbed by his voice, Zhang Zai also woke up from his intoxication, rolled his eyes at Wang Anshi, and said, "Jiefu is violent, and the lingering sound of this song is lingering, but you have disturbed everything..."

Wang Anshi cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Brother Zihou to like the sound of the piano so much. It's my fault. I apologize to Brother Zihou."

Zhang Zai waved his hand and said: "Brother Jiefu is serious, I just sigh, this woman must be a strange woman, otherwise, what is the meaning of loneliness revealed in the sound of the piano?"

Lu Chengqi listened to their comments, but couldn't understand why, and couldn't help asking: "Is it really that good?"

As a result, as soon as these words came out, Lu Chengqi was despised by these two great scholars, although they didn't say anything.But looking at the "innocent" Lu Chengqi with contemptuous eyes, Lu Chengqi felt that his little white background had been completely revealed.

Fortunately, Zhang Zai was a little more sophisticated, and resolved Lu Chengqi's embarrassment in time: "Ahem, it is reasonable for you to study poetry and classics, and it is reasonable for you not to understand music theory. My son, this song is Feng Qiuhuang, I think you can understand it." Does it mean anything?"

"Phoenix seeking phoenix?" Lu Chengqi was somewhat impressed, this song seems to have an allusion.

"That's right, according to legend, it was written by Sima Xiangru in the Western Han Dynasty to ask Zhuo Wenjun. The phoenix came back to his hometown, and he traveled all over the world to ask for his phoenix. He didn't meet him before, and he had no generals. He Wu is here now! There is a beautiful lady here. The boudoir, the room, the neighbors and the people poison my intestines. Why do the necks become mandarin ducks, and the Hu Jies fly together! The phoenix and the phoenix come from me, and I have to be entrusted to breed [the tail is always a concubine. Who is the one who knows? Flying high with both wings, feeling nothing but thinking makes me sad..." After Wang Anshi finished speaking, he sighed, not knowing whether he was sighing for Sima Xiangru or for the piano player downstairs.

After hearing the meaning of the words, Lu Chengqi understood most of the meaning, but he still asked in puzzlement: "Then why did you say, Jiefu, that this song was played by a woman?"

Wang Anshi didn't know how to say it, but he heard it from the sound of the zither. He couldn't tell the little emperor that he was this person's bosom friend, so he knew it was played by a woman right away?So, at the end of the moment, I don't know how to answer.Fortunately, at this time, the imperial guard turned around and said to Lu Chengqi out of breath: "Forgive me, my lord, I came down late. The noise downstairs is all because of today's Huayuelou Huakui Yu Linglong, who was favored by Hefenglou shopkeeper." Invitation, come and play a prelude. This Yu Linglong is famous far and wide, and there is an endless stream of visitors after hearing the news. Only when Yu Linglong appears and leaves again, can the subordinates squeeze through the crowd and turn around..."

Hearing this, Lu Chengqi finally understood a thing or two. He couldn't help but feel a little curious about Yu Linglong, and thought, "This girl is really so beautiful, and she has attracted so many people to see her? Huayuelou, just by hearing her name. I know it's a brothel. A girl in a brothel is a JI girl, no matter how famous she is, she's just a JI..."

Thinking of this, Lu Chengqi changed the subject, and said: "Jiefu's skill in appreciating music is unparalleled in the world, but I don't understand it, it seems like he's playing the piano to a cow. It's a pity, it's a pity...you two, hurry up and eat, I still have it today." Those who need to rush to the Royal University..."

Zhang Zai sighed: "If you can hear the sound of the piano every day, even if you don't eat meat in this life, what will happen?"

Lu Chengqi knew that they were literati, and he was deeply moved when he heard that others played the piano well.It's just that it's hard to empathize with them, and I'm a little impatient with their words, and I slandered in my heart: "Good wine and good food are not as good as a Guqin, these literati are really serious..."

He urged: "Eat quickly, or I will leave you to pay the bill..."

Hearing this, Zhang Zai and Wang Anshi shook their heads with wry smiles. It was true that summer insects couldn't speak ice. In desperation, they had to pick up the chopsticks again, but they ate without taste...

(End of this chapter)