Chapter 142 The beginning of the sound is born from the heart
Li Zhiyun didn't know why Chu Yeshan respected Master Liu so much.
With the majesty of the Duke's palace, why should he be so reserved when he treats a woman in a romantic court, even if she is an oiran?
Li Zhiyun thought this in his heart, but he did not continue to express his interest in Chu Yeshan. He just nodded slightly.
Nan Xuehu on the side felt that the sound of the piano was indeed pleasant, and occasionally turned his head to look at the cloud viewing platform opposite.
He suddenly remembered what Lu Jing had said to him before...
"Lu Jing is now Mr. Bookstore. He won't have a fight with me when he sees me, right?"
Nan Xuehu frowned and thought, then lowered his head and looked at the Qiankun bag that had never left his body since he was beaten by Lu Jing last time. He remembered that there was also his own blood drinking knife and his own treasure armor in the Qiankun bag.
I felt relieved.
"It was just an accident last time. You don't need to be afraid of him if you carry your sword and armor with you." Nan Xuehu's thoughts moved slightly: "Just now, Chu Yeshan and Li Zhiyun said that Lu Jing's Yuan Shen was seriously damaged... and this happened?"
Just when most of Nan Xuehu's thoughts were focused on Lu Jing.
But he saw Chu Yeshan suddenly stand up with great interest and lift the veil in front of the stage.
Nan Xuehu and Li Zhiyun looked at each other, wondering what Chu Yeshan was going to do.
Then he saw Chu Yeshan holding on to the railing, with a lot of expectation on his rough face. He looked at the cloud viewing platform opposite and said loudly: "Chu Yeshan... please meet Mr. Lu Jing."
Li Zhiyun's expression changed. Chu Yeshan's temperament was indeed consistent with his status as a young prince.
Nan Xuehu shrank subconsciously, but then he reacted and gritted his teeth.
Lu Jing and the girl on the cloud viewing platform all heard this loud shout!
Miss Jingshi looked at Lu Jing with an inquiring look in her eyes.
"Chu Yeshan?" Lu Jing asked: "Since the surname is Chu, then he is the junior duke in the Duke of Chu's house?"
Miss Jingshi replied: "It is indeed Mr. Chu Xiaoguo. He often comes to the Flower Pavilion, occasionally drinks wine, and mostly listens to music. Sir, I don't know how to answer Mr. Xiaoguo?"
"Since he invited you loudly, why not meet him?"
"But... I heard that Duke Chu Xiaoguo seemed to be a rough warrior, but he was actually a profound scholar and a lover of the piano. He also made in-depth research on the piano scores in the Imperial College.
Every time he comes to the Flower Pavilion, he always invites people to play, but today, I don’t know if it is also for this reason... Can Mr. Jing know how to play the piano? "
Lu Jing shook his head: "I have never played the piano."
Miss Jingshi immediately became worried and said with some hesitation: "If the young master sees him, and he wants to ask him to play a piece of music, then..."
She was worried when she saw that Lu Jing had already stood up. He opened the gauze and looked into the mirror and said, "Knowledge has its own pros and cons, and learning Taoism also requires specialization. If you don't know it, you don't know it. So why should you worry?"
Miss Jing Shi was stunned, but Lu Jing had already pulled back the veil.
He also stood in front of the railing and looked across, his expression changed a bit, and an intriguing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Nan Xuehu..."
Lu Jing's eyes fell on Nan Xuehu, who was drinking tea quietly and not looking at him.
"Mr. Lu Jing."
Chu Yeshan's movements were wide open and closed, and he saluted Lu Jing. His beard on his face and his burly body matched the author's salute movements without any disharmony.
Many guests in the courtyard also looked up at the two suspended platforms.
One is a young prince, and the other is a young gentleman in the library. They are both extraordinary figures.
"Mr. Chu." Lu Jing returned the greeting.
But I heard Chu Yeshan's voice filled with expectation as he said: "Mr. Lu Jing was successful at a young age. His cursive calligraphy has become famous among the people. It is said that he can also get a 'wonderful' character for his paintings. But I don't know that Mr. Lu Jing has a good reputation for music and rhythm."
Do you want to study? Can you play the piano or strike a bell?"
Chu Yeshan had no intention of embarrassing Lu Jing.
Regardless of his position, he admired geniuses like Lu Jing very much.
I thought that if Lu Jing was proficient in music, it would be a good thing for people like Chu Yeshan to listen to the music of this scholar.
When the guests in the courtyard heard Chu Yeshan's words, they all looked up at the young man in front of them.
The look of expectation, the look of curiosity, the look of doubt... all kinds of expressions are there.
"Mr. Jing has his own skills in painting and calligraphy. I guess he is also accomplished in music."
"How can Lu Jing, who is only seventeen or eighteen years old, be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting at the same time?"
"He is a genius. Unlike you and me, he is really proficient. It is not surprising."
…these guests were whispering in the courtyard.
They could see Lu Jing on the cloud platform and didn't give them much time to speculate or talk.
He shook his head sharply and said: "Master Chu, Lu Jing... they don't have any knowledge of music, let alone study it. Even if they want to play the piano or strike the bell, they don't have that kind of talent."
The expectation on Chu Yeshan's face gradually disappeared.
The guests in the courtyard were stunned at first, but then they felt that it was natural... Mr. Lu Jing was only normal if he didn't know the music, otherwise he would be too evil, and it would make them even more bleak.
"Mr. Lu Jing no longer needs to know any music. He can already be called a 'genius' just for his cursive calligraphy and his talent in cultivation."
One of the guests said loudly: "But music is good for cultivating one's character. If Mr. Lu Jing has some free time, he can also try it."
Lu Jing smiled and nodded towards the man.
Chu Yeshan waved his hand and said: "In that case, I am the one who disturbed you. Mr. Jing, I would like to play a piece of music as an apology."
Chu Yeshan's tone was bold and his movements were rough. When he reached for his hand, he found a black long piano in his hand.
I don’t know what kind of material this black long piano is made of. The forged patterns are as fine as ox hair. The dragon pond and phoenix marsh are a bit sharp. The word "Bing Jiang" is engraved on the top of the dragon pond, and a line of cursive script "Bing Jiang" is engraved on the right side.
On the stage, the trumpet sounded, and the chest was filled with clouds."
The whole guqin is simple and elegant, wide and thick. It looks like it is worth a lot of money, and it may even be a spiritual treasure!
"The soldiers will play the guqin." Li Zhiyun whispered to himself.
When Lu Jing heard Chu Yeshan's words, he just nodded with a smile and sat back in front of the desk, but did not pull up the gauze and turned to look at the boat parking platform.
Chu Yeshan sat down cross-legged and held his guqin horizontally in front of him.
In an instant, Chu Yeshan's temperament suddenly became thicker and more majestic.
The ten fingers rest on the soldier's guqin, his left hand presses the strings to pick up the notes, and his right hand plucks the strings.
It's just like the soldiers on the platform, the emperor sits high and goes out to fight.
Zheng!
The sound of the piano suddenly rises, high and straight like a towering mountain, like a galloping army of thousands of horses, the agitated sound of the piano is like the roar of a storm, and the many melody actually compose an iron horse to fight!
In the courtyard of Shihua Pavilion, the guests forgot to breathe. They could only feel that on the vast battlefield, flesh and blood were flying everywhere, the sound of killing was shaking the sky, and the generals were like a tide, high-pitched and passionate, and the sharp blades were shining.
Chu Yeshan was sitting and playing the piano. What was originally a peaceful cultural gathering seemed to have turned into a battlefield.
There are soldiers charging to kill, generals shouting, blood filling the sky, and heroic momentum!
Lu Jing, who was sitting in the cloud viewing platform, also listened carefully to the murderous meaning in Chu Yeshan's guqin.
Even Lu Jing couldn't help but admire Duke Chu Xiaoguo!
Music is the source of sound, which originates from the human heart and is felt by things.
That Chu Yeshan can play such music shows how extraordinary this person is.
A song fell.
Chu Yeshan continuously touches the strings, cuts the strings, hooks the strings, strings the bells, and turns the fingers!
Only a murderous battlefield was left, but blood and flesh were everywhere, and then the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
Until then, many guests with red faces finally began to breathe heavily.
The soldiers were playing the guqin, and the sound of the guqin was killing them, making them feel as if they were still in a terrifying battlefield, making them nervous.
After Chu Yeshan sang a song, he took a long breath and looked at the high platform in the courtyard, seeming to be talking to himself or introducing it to others.
"The harp in my hand is called Bingjiang Guqin, and this song is also called... Bingjiang."
Naming this piece after the Aegean shows Chu Yeshan's confidence in this piece.
"Excellent." Lu Jing's eyes were clear and he was the first to praise: "Every sound is born from the human heart. Mr. Chu actually has the intention to kill with a sword and a horse."
Lu Jing's words woke up many people, and everyone finally got out of the artistic conception created by the sound of the piano and praised Chu Yeshan one after another.
Chu Yeshan's mood calmed down when he played, with an unabashed sense of satisfaction on his face.
Those who knew his name in Taixuan Jing also knew that this young prince had a straightforward personality and the complacency on his face was not disgusting.
"Mr. Lu Jing, how does my melodies compare to your cursive writing skills?"
Chu Yeshan laughed loudly.
How can rhythm be compared with cursive writing?
Just at this time, Chu Yeshan said again: "Melodic rhythm and cursive script are naturally incomparable, but I have heard many famous Confucian scholars comment on Mr. Lu Jing's cursive script a long time ago, saying that Mr. Lu Jing is enough to start a sect.
Sir, please don’t be angry, I don’t have any other intentions, I just don’t know...if my musical attainments can also establish a sect?”
Chu Yeshan spoke to the Cloud Viewing Platform from a distance, but his eyes frequently looked at the high platform in the courtyard. The reason why he said these words was probably to attract everyone to come and comment.
Lu Jing also noticed the way Chu Yeshan looked at the high platform and was about to answer seriously...
Behind the stone screen on top of the high platform, a person slowly walked out.
"Master Liu..."
Everyone looked at the woman.
The woman was about thirty years old, wearing a green smoked sweater, a long skirt with mist of flowers and green grass, and a thin veil of green water.
If the shoulders are cut into a shape, the waist is as plain as if it were straight, and the muscles are as thick as fat and the air is as blue as blue.
The fairy spirit is ethereal.
Everyone Liu hadn't shown up for an unknown amount of time, and when everyone saw her, they all expressed their surprise.
She was like a strolling immortal, walking along a wide road that everyone had given way to...
In the arms of Mr. Liu, there was still a guqin.
"Where are you going, Liu?"
"Holding the guqin in his hand, he went to the direction of the stairs again, naturally to the boat parking platform. The little Duke's song just now was really brilliant. I guess Liu and everyone have also started to think of teaching the younger generations."
…
The guests speculated one after another.
Li Zhiyun and Nan Xuehu had already stood up.
Looking at Chu Yeshan who had many surprises on his face, Li Zhiyun smiled and said: "I didn't expect to see the rumored Liu family today. Zhiyun also wanted to thank the young Duke."
Nan Xuehu kept looking at Lu Jing until Master Liu appeared and took away his gaze.
He also looked at the Liu family from a distance, wondering why such a beautiful woman could be so independent in Taixuan Jing, but no one had any ideas about her.
Chu Yeshan also put his guqin on the table, stood up, and wanted to greet Mr. Liu who was holding the famous qin...
At this time, the Liu family had already arrived at the fork in the middle of the road. In the next moment, Chu Yeshan's expression suddenly changed.
But everyone Liu didn't hesitate at all. He turned left, stepped on the bluestone bricks, and smelled the fragrance, walked up to the second floor step by step... and walked into Lu Jing's cloud viewing platform.
"Originally I wanted to invite you to visit my courtyard, but recently a guest came to the courtyard, and I have some trivial matters on weekdays, so I only have time tonight."
Everyone Liu's voice was intermittent...
Many guests suddenly realized that Mr. Lu Jing was able to come today because of Mr. Liu's invitation.
On the docking platform, Li Zhiyun and Nan Xuehu said nothing.
Even the rugged Chu Yeshan felt a little embarrassed when he remembered that he had just stood up to greet him.
He sniffed and said to the two of them, "Isn't it a little embarrassing?"
Li Zhiyun looked at Lu Jing and really didn't understand why Lu Jing...was favored by so many people.
The Liu family, who lived in seclusion and never invited anyone else, unexpectedly made a special trip to invite him here.
I originally thought that I could finish this series of plots with ease... I didn't expect it to be so difficult. I can only write another day tomorrow. I can only say that the author tried his best. No matter how good or bad the writing was, at least he did what he said.