While Zhu Yuewen silently savored the feeling of "I am not alone in my ways", Zheng Haizhu also felt dissatisfied with the musician who accidentally overheard her dispute with Lu Xiangsheng.
In the following days, she even asked Huang Zude, who was also here to perform guard duties this time, to invite Zhu Yuewen to adjust the butterfly zither in the yard where the eldest son of the emperor and Song Yingxing were thinking about the steam engine.
"Mr. Zhu, when you listen to these folk tunes, you will not only find the sounds of Bianyu and Biangong, but also the required melody."
After Zheng Haizhu finished speaking, he hummed Faye Wong's "Red Bean" and Eason Chan's "Fuji Mountain".
This is a different world where she is filled with loneliness deep in her heart, and she often sings songs to heal herself.
It is simple, but friendly, and because the two tunes themselves are similar to folk songs in the pentatonic style, the ancients did not find it strange when they heard it, thinking that they were southern folk songs.
Zhu Yuewen frowned and listened intently.
A master of music like him, whose ear is as accurate as the tuners of later generations, although Mrs. Zheng, a layman, felt that her humming was a little out of tune, she still keenly caught a few changes in the pitch, tried it on the butterfly-style zither, and found that
If there is any stagnation, stop and stare at the panel in deep thought, like a master of chess thinking about the next move.
The eldest son of the emperor, Zhu Youxiao and Song Yingxing, also became curious and came to watch the fun.
Song Yingxing usually worked in the coal mine of Lu Mansion's Chaitan Mountain. This time he had the opportunity to accompany the emperor's eldest son and was able to go deep into the Lu Mansion. Therefore, it was the first time in a year that he saw Zhu Yuewen.
Music is similar to mechanical engineering, the basis is mathematics.
The two mathematical geniuses Song and Zhu hit it off immediately. Song Yingxing, who was smarter, was able to teach Zhu Yuewen how to calculate the relationship between the position of the wild goose pillar and the length of the string.
After two days of this, Zhu Yuewen was actually able to play the freely modulated main melody of "Red Beans" using the butterfly-style zither.
Zheng Haizhu listened to it several times with great enjoyment.
She needs to seize every moment to relax.
What she is about to do at the Confucius Mansion and Mount Tai may, after all, poke the lungs of scholars all over the world. Even if the emperor Zhu Changluo and the chief minister of rites Wang An overdo it, her mental pressure may not be less than when Zhang Juzheng came up with the new policy of Qingtian.
During the intervals between playing, Zhu Yuewen would occasionally raise his eyes and take a quick look at Mrs. Zheng.
The lady's face, with her eyes closed and contemplative, is different from the nobles listening to music in the Lu Palace, or the Yanzhou civil servants occasionally invited by the Lu Palace to socialize.
There is neither aloof majesty nor indulgence of shaking one's head. Instead, it is like a lake, so quiet that even ripples cannot be found, like an old monk in meditation.
Zhu Yuewen began to lose consciousness briefly.
After regaining consciousness, he couldn't help but be proud. He was proud that the sound of the piano flowing under his fingers could make this imperial celebrity, who was said to have Tianxian in his mouth, behave in a state that was completely different from accompanying a saint or wielding power.
But Zhu Yuewen's proud dream soon woke up.
Near the end of the month, the day before the Ministry of Rites was preparing to guide the emperor's eldest son to the Kong Mansion in Qufu, Huang Zude, the leader of the Jinyi Guards, came to invite Zhu Yuewen again.
Zhu Yuewen cheered up and prepared to integrate the subtle throbbing he had developed in just a few days into his duties as a violinist, and play a free and bright piece of music to make Mrs. Zheng remember him.
Unexpectedly, entering the courtyard and sitting under the hibiscus flowers, drinking tea, besides Mrs. Zheng, there was also Zhu Yipai, the general of the country.
"There's no need to be polite, just watch your seat and let the lady tell you what to do."
Zhu Yuewen listened solemnly to His Highness's words, and saw that the servants on the left and right were being dismissed. He felt uneasy because of doubts.
Zheng Haizhu smiled warmly at him, first announced her decision to take him to the Confucius Mansion, and then explained the reason in detail.
After Zhu Yuewen listened, there was a look of disbelief on his face.
Zhu Yipai snorted lightly: "What? Don't you dare? When you were arranging the descendants of Confucius and Mencius under the pine tree, weren't you filled with righteous indignation?"
Zhu Yuewen was speechless, and then he felt resentful in his heart.
This Madam Zheng has always regarded her as a close friend, but just like the nobles of Lu Fan like Your Highness, she regards herself as a hawk released by a hunter.
Zhu Yuewen looked at Zheng Haizhu. In this woman's eyes, the calmness she had felt while listening to the piano for several days was gone. Although her eyes were not fierce, she clearly had a sense of command.
However, maybe she still thought that she was a scholar in front of her, not a low-level eunuch like the Jin Yiwei Wufu or Xiaohuo Zhe. Mrs. Zheng added to him: "Mr. Zhu, Wang Anshi, a famous official in the Song Dynasty, once said that there is no ancestral method.
The truth about change, what kind of traditions and laws you were talking about with me that day, taught me that you have quite a bit of Wang Jinggong's style. Moreover, Prince Zheng's reputation has been spread among scholars, and you are the direct disciple of Prince Zheng's son.
, This time we go to the Confucius Mansion, it is most appropriate for you to take the lead."
Zhu Yipai glanced at Zheng Haizhu's eloquent look, and his tone softened: "Mr. Zhu, this general will also go with you."
Zhu Yuewen stood up, bent his shoulders and lowered his eyes and said: "You should be the pioneer of the king because of your humble position and the salary of the palace."
"Okay, you go down."
After Zhu Yuewen exited the courtyard, Zhu Yipai said with a slight disdain: "Mrs. Zheng, you said that he dared to criticize the current ills. Why did he become a little timid when he was pulled out?"
"He is not cowardly," Zheng Haizhu put down the tea bowl, "he is aloof and self-sufficient, just like a pure scholar. His words are the voice of his heart and his writings are used to convey his principles. Or, like Ji Kang, he can play a piece of music to express his feelings directly. It's okay. Let's let him
He won't be happy if he goes to fight, just like how can a vase be used as a urinal?"
"Pfft..." Zhu Yipai spat out a mouthful of hot tea.
No matter how much he disdained the pretentious elegance of the sect's losers, he still couldn't get used to Zheng Haizhu's straightforward and vulgar metaphors.
Zheng Haizhu did not think it was different, but continued to make a new request calmly: "Your Highness, if Mr. Yuewen lives up to his mission this time, shall I take him back to the capital?"
Zhu Yipai's eyes widened and rolled.
Each other's political interests are tied together, and there is nothing to avoid in other aspects.
There are also eunuchs, Mrs. Naido and Xiao Chang. The woman in front of me is still a woman in her prime, and she is really willing to keep her heart to herself.
Zhu Yipai regained his calm tone and said: "Is this true? Is Lu Fan a stingy person? If you fancy him, it means you don't have a trip to the Confucius Mansion, so I will give it to you. This gentleman is indeed
It’s appropriate. I don’t know if I’m addicted to the music, but I’m still alone to this day. It’s just...”
"Just what?"
"But, didn't you just say that he is aloof and unwilling to be manipulated? Firstly, secondly, even if he is willing, you should keep a tight lid on him, otherwise, wouldn't those civil servants in the capital who don't deal with you, won't take advantage of him?
One section, impeach you to death?"
Zheng Haizhu smiled: "It is natural for a man to have three wives and four concubines. If we women do not want to follow others, but just find a man like a widower to warm the bed occasionally, will it be a treason?"
Zhu Yipai waved his hand: "I won't argue with you, so as not to offend you. When you went to the Confucius Mansion and saw that it was a hard bone to chew, you changed your mind and persuaded Long Live Lord to turn around and stare at our Lu Fan. Why?"
manage?"
Zheng Haizhu stared at Zhu Yipai: "So your Highness is willing to deign to accompany us to the Confucius Mansion. In fact, he is helping King Lu to see if I can sing according to the script, right?"
Zhu Yipai leaned forward and said seriously: "Brothers must also settle accounts clearly."
"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will take your money and your people, and these are all certificates of surrender."