In March, the north wind in Chang'an gradually stopped.
After a pattering spring rain, the air of Chang'an finally smelled of spring.
The sound of the piano could be faintly heard from a courtyard in Pingkangfang, and all the neighbors knew that the owner here was the new residence of Lu Xiangjun, a master of piano art in Chang'an.
Pingkangfang is close to the Imperial City and not far from Dongshi.
Since Mr. Lu Xiang was favored by Mrs. Xiao of Chengguo, he no longer opened the door to welcome guests. At the same time, he moved out of Caiyufang and settled in Pingkangfang.
In fact, she has become a guest of Mrs. Chengguo's house, breaking away from her original identity of a prostitute.
This kind of promotion and transition in status is actually not difficult for Lu Xiangjun. He has a skill and is involved in elegant things. It is easy to gain recognition from others and achieve an improvement in social status.
The literati liked this kind of tone, and the common people also liked it. In fact, the literati in this world had another identity, that is, they were aristocrats.
There are very few people who have no heel like Ma Zhou.
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Lord Lu Xiang's reputation became more and more popular in Chang'an, and more and more people came to visit him, but the disputes became less and less. Mrs. Cheng Guo's protective behavior made the aristocratic prodigals stay silent and did not dare to provoke him again.
In fact, at this time, Mr. Lu Xiang can completely live in Mrs. Chengguo's house and enjoy all the treatment of a guest.
But Mr. Lu Xiang likes to live a life of peace and contentment and does not want to be too restricted. Mrs. Cheng Guo is not angry that she does not know how to promote, so she lets her go.
It's just that you can no longer live in a place like Caiyufang in Fireworks Willow Alley. After all, it concerns Mrs. Chengguo's face, so Lu Xiangjun can only end his busking career with regret.
It can be seen from this that she was reluctant, but the tyranny of the Chang'an nobles really frightened her, and she had to find a more reliable tree to hug her.
This situation would not have happened to her in Jiangling City back then. Although most of the gentle and elegant Jiangnan officials were a little incompetent, they were very tolerant towards the common people and those like them who were engaged in despicable jobs.
Especially famous prostitutes like Lu Xiangjun who are well-known, most of them can treat each other with courtesy. Even if some people try to be stronger than others by relying on their power, they will be criticized by everyone, and many of them will be disgraced in the end.
How can they be so unscrupulous and unscrupulous as the nobles of Chang'an?
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At this time, in the quiet room of the house, Lu Xiangjun was strumming the strings of the piano. Her slightly thick eyebrows were furrowed tightly, almost locked in one place.
A pair of bright eyes were filled with depression.
"The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and blows down stars like rain..."
There is a piece of paper placed on the piano table. The handwriting on it is delicate and correct. These are poems she copied back from Mrs. Cheng Guo's house.
There is also a unique and novel brand name, Qingyu Case - Yuanxi.
This was specially done for the Empress on the night of New Year's Eve by the Emperor. If Mrs. Chengguo had not said it herself, Mr. Lu Xiang would never have believed that an emperor would come up with such a masterpiece.
It's like an immortal came to this world, watched the fireworks in the world, and then left his pen and ink and then drifted away...
Thinking of this, Mr. Lu Xiang was intoxicated and mixed with depression. He muttered in his heart for the thousandth time that the Dog Emperor had taken possession of someone's poems and showed them off.
As a southerner, she naturally had no favorable impressions of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty who ruined her peaceful life in Jiangling and made her experience the pain of chaos again.
Of course, it had only been a few years since Xiao Mian founded the country. People like Lu Xiangjun were far from being called people who had lost their country. They were just small figures in the process of the Tang Dynasty unifying the world.
He can only drift with the tide over and over again, just like when Li Pochu returned south for the first time, he was unable to control his own destiny.
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For Lu Xiangjun, when she sees such a good poem, no matter who composed it, she must have a matching piece of music to match it. Otherwise, she will feel uneasy.
Looking at the increasingly obvious dark circles under her eyes, you can tell that she has not rested for a long time. Her mind is full of the scene of lanterns filling the streets and the starry sky. What is even more embarrassing is that every time she appears under the lights,
Become that person who is searching for her through hundreds of thousands of searches.
A woman's sensibility is integrated into art, and she has no resistance to such masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. Her sense of involvement is so strong that it is not up to her to make the decision at all.
The more this happens, the more difficult it is to compose music. She needs a flash of enlightenment and a clear connection with the lyricist.
Now she felt the indescribable loneliness from those gorgeous and unearthly words.
The stars are bright, about to fall like rain, the lights are bright, like dragons swimming, and the crowds are like weaving, rubbing shoulders, but behind this prosperity, the lyricist is walking on the long street, but he is not the same as everyone else, looking and searching, at a loss
At a loss.
The more gorgeous the poem is, the more it reveals the loneliness within it. There is no beginning, no end, no support, no existence. In the loneliness, the anger is ready to burst out.
Lu Xiangjun's eyes gradually became blurred, tears flashed in her eyes, and soon the tears fell down her face.
She is undoubtedly one of the top artists in the world, possessing outstanding abilities of exploration and empathy.
Wei Zheng, for example, was confused by the superficial splendor and could not understand the deeper meaning of his poems.
After many days of grinding, Lu Xiangjun had entered the depths of the author's heart. Later, everyone knew that this situation was actually more dangerous, and if not done well, it would leave mental illness.
After exploring this point, Lu Xiangjun was already in a state of addiction, but she still couldn't imagine how the emperor could be in such a state of mind.
The emperor, who is above the ninth level, will indeed feel lonely, but it will never turn into helpless resentment.
Even though the emperor was so infatuated, he had three thousand beauties in his harem and had been with the queen for many years, so he didn't need to search for spiritual sustenance.
Because of this, she was very sure that the emperor shamelessly stole other people's masterpieces to embellish his own reputation.
If Li Po could hear her voice, he would probably give her a thumbs up and say, "You are so awesome."
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At this point, in her imagination, this sapphire case had already revealed a mysterious flavor. After removing the gorgeous coat, what was wrapped inside was so cold and heart-stopping.
This kind of inconsistency and diametrically opposite deviation makes people almost at a loss. Lu Xiangjun has never seen such a poem, and has never experienced such emotions.
She was dumbfounded for a long time, and then she was shocked to realize that her face was filled with tears. She wiped it with her hands and pressed her fingers on the strings, but she couldn't play any notes.
Suddenly she seemed to understand that if she could compose this piece of music, her piano skills would surely make further progress...
This chapter has been completed!