Chapter 194: The Extinction of Modern Konghou Song
The focus of the conversation in the Xiao Mansion these days has been around one person - Lin Wanwan, the newly promoted Lord of Le'an Township.
Whether it was a domineering move to chase a matchmaker or a decree from heaven to make the village king, everyone in the mansion was talking about it.
Today, Lin Wanwan added a new topic to the mansion. Her slave actually photographed a female musician in Dongshi using a priceless glazed hourglass with a copper base. As soon as the beautifully shaped glazed hourglass was taken out, it shocked everyone.
In the field, no one can compete.
Strong financial resources is one of the reasons that triggered the topic. On the other hand, the female singer came from the governor's palace in Hangzhou. According to reliable gossip, the reason why the female singer was sold was because she was favored by the governor.
When he was admitted to the house, the female singer resisted and even accidentally injured the owner, so she was sold by the mistress.
Anyone who is well-informed in Qiantang and Hangzhou will not buy this female singer without causing any trouble.
But this newly promoted village king actually took the opportunity to take pictures of the person and the instrument together, which really shocked people.
Several cousins in the Xiao Mansion have already come to the house where Lin Wanwan lives to see what's going on. Since entering the house, this female musician has been sitting on her knees with her harp in her arms and her eyes downcast, silent.
Livestock music was so popular among the upper class of the Tang Dynasty that the Tang court even distributed female musicians to officials at the expense of the court. The number of female musicians for officials at different levels was also clearly stipulated.
Many literati and poets have no real feelings for female musicians in their families and treat them as objects. It is very common to give talented and beautiful female musicians as social gifts. There are many celebrities in history who have done this.
It's really rare to find one for sale.
If it is a gift, the female singer will still be passed around among nobles with equal status. It can be sold to the public, and there is no reserve price. It is hard to say which class of people will buy it.
It was lucky that this female singer ended up in Lin Wanwan's hands.
After Lin Wanwan bought the other party, she did not immediately inquire about the other party's details. Instead, she stayed aside and was busy dealing with the strange people.
In the evening, after sending away several cousins of the Xiao family, Lin Wanwan's place became quiet.
Little Qingyu sat in her arms, looking at the strange beauty under the lamp, and looked curiously at the huge harp beside her.
Lin Wanwan finally had time to take a good look at the other party. She saw her fragrant face melted like snow, her waist like a willow, her oval face with full outlines and soft lines, a pair of phoenix eyes in the fantail, and plump and plump red lips, with an oriental look.
The subtlety and restraint of classical beauty.
Such a soft appearance is matched with a small upturned nose with a slight hump. Viewed from the side, there is a heroic spirit that is rarely seen in women. She is dressed in a plain white dress, with a crescent moon bun, and has a snow-white skin.
Flower appearance.
All in all, she is definitely a classic beauty.
Such beauties are the so-called God-favoured type. They can do well in the entertainment industry as a flower vase, but here they are reduced to commodities.
Lin Wanwan only used a glass hourglass with a copper base that she bought in a modern boutique for 380 yuan to buy her.
Lin Wanwan had finally seen the cruelty of the Tang code of "servants and bitches, the code is worse than livestock".
In terms of beauty, she is just about the same as me, and in terms of talent, I am definitely not as good as her. Alas, women in ancient times were destined to have a life of sorrow and joy from the moment they were reincarnated.
After looking at it for a moment, Lin Wanwan said: "What's your name? How old are you? Where are your ancestral homes?"
The female musician lowered her eyes, knelt down and bowed, and replied: "The Lord Hui Le'an Township, my humble name is Tumi, I am twenty-nine years old, my ancestral home is Jiangdu, Yangzhou."
"Tumi? The Tumi flower is blooming." This sounds like an unserious name, "Don't you have a family name?"
The female musician said: "I have been in the church for as long as I can remember, and I have never had my family name."
What a miserable life, from the very beginning I was destined to serve others with sex.
"I don't like the name Tumi. Now that you have come to me, you have a new life. Well, from now on you will be called Hengwu. How about that?"
"Thank you Xiangjun for giving me your name."
"What talents do you have?"
"When you return to Le'an Township, your slave is stupid and has no talent. He can only play a few pieces of konghou and dance a few huxuan dances."
To be modest, if a female musician says that she can play the harp, she must be very skilled. This is the foundation for their livelihood.
In modern times, the konghou has long been lost and extinct. There are very few relics and no music scores. It can only be found in poems and murals. In the 1950s, the Chinese music industry saved the art of the konghou. Now you can hear
They are all restored by modern musicians based on materials and murals.
Thinking of this, Lin Wanwan said: "Then please play some songs for me."
"Which song would you like to hear, Mr. Xiang?"
Lin Wanwan didn't choose, and said directly: "Play what you are best at."
"Here."
Heng Wu first bowed politely, then stood up and walked to the upright harp, plucked the strings and started playing.
Li He once wrote a poem about the harp, one of which impressed Lin Wanwan deeply - the broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.
In the past, I only found the poems to be beautiful in artistic conception. Today, after listening to this harp song, this poem has become concrete in Lin Wanwan's heart.
When the song ended, the whole room was silent, and the lingering sound lingered.
Lin Wanwan was immersed in the music and was speechless for a long time. Huanong said it right, the konghou played by this person is as good as Xiao Chong playing the guqin. This is what an outsider can only say.
The music played by both of them has soul in it, and it can naturally touch people's hearts.
"Mom, she plays so beautifully!" Xiao Qingyu's childlike voice interrupted the thoughts of everyone in the room.
Lin Wanwan smiled and said, "Does Xiao Yu'er like this instrument?"
Xiao Qingyu nodded vigorously: "I like it! Can I play it?"
The little guy is very hands-on and wants to try out any new gadgets.
Lin Wanwan smiled and said: "Then you ask Master Hengwu if she is willing to teach you how to play."
Heng Wu raised his eyes and looked over after hearing this, his eyes were clear and there was no trace of cowardice: "Master?"
Lin Wanwan looked at her and smiled: "Yes, Xiao Yu'er is five years old this year. It's time to learn an instrument and cultivate her piano skills. I think the konghou is good. You will be responsible for teaching her music in the future. What do you think?"
"Slave...slave is not worthy."
Lin Wanwan looked at her with certainty and said, "You are worthy, I believe in you."
Heng Wu's eyes flashed and he performed the head-offering ceremony again. His voice trembled slightly and he said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Xiang. I will do my best to teach the little lady well and will never slack off."
Little Qingyu slipped out of Lin Wanwan's arms, ran to the harp, and began to fiddle with it. Heng Wu quickly went over to give guidance, and was very patient.
Lin Wanwan looked at the two of them and touched her chin, thinking to herself that if she recorded the scene of Hengwu playing the harp and put it on the modern Internet, she would have contributed to the inheritance of Chinese civilization. However, would it be too high-profile?