Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 156

Sitting in front of the case, holding the Yaoqin and ten-finger music, Fang Yiai looks like "Ji Kang is reborn".

If there are modern people who have watched the tvb96 version of "Swordsman" present, it is not difficult to hear that the piano piece Fang Yiai is playing at this time is the "Swordsman" adapted from the "Curse of Pure Heart and Universal Goodness".

But it's a pity that all the people present, whether they are the wealthy old men, the wise and talented woman Xie Yaohuan, or Du Weng with extraordinary vision and superb playing skills, are all ancient people. Fang Yiai of Qinqu is a "recidivist of copying"!
Most of the qin melodies in the Tang Dynasty are deep and melodious, and there are few qin melodies that are sometimes aggressive and sometimes mellow like "Swordsman".

Listening attentively, they heard that the qin music had something mysterious in it, everyone's faces were full of intoxication, and they didn't have the time to blame Fang Yiai for being good at playing the guqin.

In his previous life, Fang Yiai joined the "Ancient Musical Instrument Club" when he was in college, so he knew a little about Guqin, and the piece "Swordsman" he is playing now is what he spent two years studying hard in his spare time.

After the song was played, Fang Yiai lightly pressed the strings with her fingers, looked at the excellent sound quality paulownia guqin in front of her, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and murmured: "If this tail piano is sold in the 21st century, I'm afraid it will be worthwhile to talk about it." Five digits, right?"

Hearing that the qin music was falling down gradually, everyone was relieved to be overwhelmed.

Looking at Fang Yiai who was sitting in front of the desk and nodding and smiling, everyone looked at each other and praised his superb piano skills.

"This kid still has this hand?"

"My little brother's piano skills are even better than those of the imperial musicians in the palace!"

Seeing the praise of his old friends, the white-clothed old man smoothed his beard and whispered softly: "Jiao Weiqin has regained the style of the day in this son's hands!"

As soon as this remark came out, Xie Zhongju, who was sitting on the chess table, changed his face when he heard it, and asked, "Sir, is this Guqin Cai Bojie's scorched tail?!"

Seeing that Jiao Weiqin was recognized, the old man in white smiled slightly and nodded in response, "That's right, brother has good eyesight."

When Xie Zhongju was an errand in the Shangyi Academy of the Daming Palace, he also read all kinds of Qin scores and Qin books before the Tang Dynasty. Among them, there are many famous Guqin in the past and present. Among the guqin, the reputation is not bad.

Originally thought that Jiaoweiqin had been lost long ago, Xie Zhongju couldn't help but be overjoyed to see it reappearing in the sky. After the joy, a trace of doubt arose in his heart, and he asked softly: "Isn't this Qin rumored to have been lost in the Western Jin Dynasty? Why is it reappearing now?" day?!"

"Little brother, this matter is a long story." The old man in white was overwhelmed by Fang Yiai's piano sound, and now he was thinking about asking what music score he played, and how could he have the heart to tell Xie Zhongju the whole story of how Jiao Weiqin was acquired .

During the conversation, Du Weng put down the teacup in his hand, walked slowly to the desk, bowed his hands to Fang Yi'ai and saluted, then stood still and looked at him with a smile, and he didn't say a word for a long while.

After returning the gift, seeing Du Weng smiling and silent, Fang Yiai was a little curious, and looked down at Jiao Weiqin. He mistakenly thought that Du Weng was smiling and getting angry, so he couldn't help getting up hastily and stood outside the desk.

Du Weng was scrutinizing Fang Yiai's demeanor and temperament, seeing her sudden expression change, getting up and walking out of the desk very respectfully, he couldn't help feeling very amused, and asked with a smile: "Brother, what are you?"

Although Du Weng has a pleasant face, Fang Yiai always feels that the old man in front of him has an inexplicable aura. This aura is not the murderous aura of a general, nor the majesty of a civil official, but rather like his father Fang Xuanling. After reading poetry and books, the awe that inadvertently exudes.

Seeing that the temperament of the old man was somewhat similar to that of Fang Xuanling, Fang Yiai, who was violently whipped by his father in the gazebo before, subconsciously shrugged, and lowered his head and replied: "The student was eager to play the old man's guqin for a while, it is really rude."

"Hey, although the Guqin is expensive, it's just something to watch." Du Weng cupped his hands and said, "What's more, my brother's qin skills are extraordinary and refined. I don't think I can bury Cai Bojie's Jiaoweiqin."

After Du Weng's words fell, Fang Yiai, who learned about the origin of the Guqin, gasped, put her hand on the table, squatted down and looked at Jiao Weiqin carefully.

"Is this the Jiaowei Qin, one of the four famous pianos? Sure enough, the tail of the piano is black and colorless, unlike the body of the piano which is black and red."

After looking at it, Fang Yiai swallowed a mouthful of saliva, wishing she could hold Jiao Weiqin in her arms and watch it carefully.

Just as Fang Yiai bowed his head to look at it, the old man in white and several others came to the desk, changed their disdain before, and bowed their hands to the "driller" they called.

"Little brother, great talent, dare to ask what is the name of the music you played just now?"

Everyone asked in unison, interrupting Fang Yiai's thoughts of watching Jiaowei, looking up, seeing the old man in white with respectful faces, Fang Yiai couldn't help but secretly startled.

"Gentlemen, the students really don't deserve such a big gift from you!" After speaking, Fang Yiai stood up with her chest upright, and bowed her hands in return one by one with a respectful face.

Seeing Fang Yiai's restraint, everyone subconsciously thought that the scolding just now made Fang Yiai feel restrained, and everyone who was eager to know the origin of "Swordsman" whispered to each other, and finally elected the old man in white to represent her. The crowd said, "My little brother is the one who is waiting to be admired, but the piano music played by my little brother is sometimes radical and sometimes sad, but I don't know which famous master it is from?"

Hearing the inquiries from several people, Fang Yiai was secretly startled, and hesitated, "Which master did it come from?"

"Right now, I have shown chess skills, piano skills, martial arts skills, calligraphy, so many talents gathered together will inevitably make people jealous. How about..."

Halfway through thinking about it, Fang Yiai suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and let out a smirk in her heart, thinking, "It's better to be cheaper, Daddy?"

After making up her mind, Fang Yiai cupped her hands and said to everyone: "To tell you the truth, the student's qin music was played by Prime Minister Fang while passing through the outer wall of the backyard of the Fang Mansion a few days ago."

Xie Zhongju was sitting in front of the chess table, seeing that Fang Yiai was coaxing everyone in Du Weng with false words, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he spat secretly: "I didn't expect this Dengtuzi to be a dutiful son, and he can't forget Prime Minister Fang even if he has any good deeds. The threshold will be broken by these old gentlemen!"

Knowing that Fang Yiai's piano music was stolen from Fang Xuanling, everyone looked at each other with astonishment on their faces, "Prime Minister Fang?!"

Hearing Fang Yiai's report, Du Weng frowned and stroked his beard and thought to himself, "Huh? The old man's piano skills are only above average. How could he create such a unique piano music?!"

After Du Weng felt that something was wrong, he tentatively asked: "Brother, can you see Fang Xuan with your own eyes... Prime Minister Fang plays this song?"

As soon as this remark came out, the old man in white also echoed: "Yes, my brother only heard it through the wall, how can we conclude that it was played by Prime Minister Fang?"

Fang Yiai noticed that Du Weng and the others had doubts on their faces, and her thoughts turned rapidly, "This..."

After a while, Fang Yiai cleared his mind, cupped his hands and said, "Students stayed on the outer wall of the Fangfu for seven consecutive days. During the period, they also climbed the courtyard wall to watch. I actually saw Prime Minister Fang sitting in the gazebo playing the piano and the zither. There are fakes."

Seeing that Fang Yiai's expression didn't seem fake, the old man in white clapped his hands in admiration, and muttered, "Oh! Prime Minister Fang is also a master of piano, so he must pay a visit to the mansion some other day!"

Hearing that the white-clothed old man was going to pay a visit to the manor, the chess friend seemed to remind him: "I heard that Prime Minister Fang has been bedridden for the past few days. He seems to be suffering from some serious illness?"

As soon as this remark came out, the focus of the topic immediately shifted from "Swordsman" to Fang Xuanling's illness.

"Prime Minister Fang's illness seems to be related to the rumors in Chang'an City."

"Could it be related to Princess Gao Yang's affair..."

The chess player was halfway through the conversation, but Du Weng raised his hand and interrupted: "Hey, don't talk nonsense! How can you and I comment casually on matters related to the royal family!"

Obtaining Du Weng's body shape, the former chess friend who was an official in the court quickly covered his mouth and gasped, "Yes, yes, I made a slip of the tongue."

The old man in white stroked his beard and thought for a moment, then cupped his hands to Du Weng and said, "I heard that Prime Minister Fang's illness was cured last night, it seems he was cured by He Zudao!"

Hearing that He Zudao had cured Fang Xuanling's illness, a strange light flashed in Du Weng's eyes, and he asked anxiously, "What! He Zudao is proficient in Qihuang technique?!"

"That's right, He Bangshou entered Fang's mansion with a white gauze covering his face last night. After curing Prime Minister Fang's illness, he left with his entourage."

As he spoke, the white-clothed old man nodded in admiration, "It's always because the exam is approaching, and the leader of the list intends to participate in the exam, so he entered the Fangfu masked, so as not to be said that relying on Prime Minister Fang's power is invincible."

Seeing that the fact that she had crossed the house masked was really leaked, Fang Yiai gave a wry smile, and just as he was immersed in the praise of everyone, a harsh word instantly wiped out the joy in his heart.

The old man who was sitting opposite Fang Yiai at the chessboard before, seeing everyone praised He Zudao, slapped his thigh for no reason, and scolded angrily in a cold voice: "I think Prime Minister Fang can accept He Zudao as a disciple, I must be very relieved? It's their family The old second wife's last love, this son actually got drunk and molested the princess of Xiangcheng, he is really worse than a dog, and punishing him to go to Yanmen Pass to guard the frontier is obviously to spare him!"

(End of this chapter)