Chapter 374 I support you and give you the freedom to write music
"There is burning anger in the sound of sir's piano."
At the end of the song, when Zhu Yuewen's slender fingers left the strings, Zheng Haizhu spoke.
When he set off from Prince Lu's Mansion in Yanzhou, what Zhu Yuewen took with him was not the twelve-well-tempered butterfly-style zither that Zheng Haizhu was surprised to admire, but the ordinary Zhongni-style zither.
What he played just now was not "Red Beans" that Zheng Haizhu asked him to score, but a traditional piece that was generally loved by scholars in the Ming Dynasty: "The Questions and Answers of Fishermen and Woodcutter".
After hearing Zheng Haizhu's comments, Zhu Yuewen said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Why did Madam say this?"
"Mr. Zhu, I have an old friend who often played this song when she was still alive. The gains and losses of a thousand years are all made up of fishermen and woodcutters. This is the artistic conception of this song she told me. People who live in seclusion have arrogance, but they don't
Fire. Sir, the sound of the piano was fine at first, but when it came to the rolling fingering, it was clearly arrogant and fire, both at the same time."
Zhu Yuewen still looked at the Wenshui reflecting the sunset, and said calmly: "The teacher taught me that a gentleman does not have a weapon, and the same goes for playing the piano. But the energy of fire is not a tool that a gentleman does not have, but its opposite...
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Zheng Haizhu interrupted him: "Mr. Zhu, there is no need to be so arrogant. This time I used you as a gunman and forced you to sing in front of the Confucius Temple. You think it is insulting to gentlemen, and you are angry or even hateful. It's okay. Now.
It's a good opportunity. I'm right in front of you. You can play a few more songs, use the strings as your pen, the rhymes as your words, and give me a few words to vent your anger."
Zhu Yuewen choked for words.
The tone of a person's voice is like the music played by a piano player. Every subtlety conveys emotional color.
To Zhu Yuewen, Mrs. Zheng's words did not sound like an admonishment of a superior officer suppressing his subordinates, nor did they sound like a woman's flirtatious tone with a man. They were just discussing the matter.
It's like a gardener who walks into a flower bed and sees weeds, and calmly leans over to pluck them out.
In fact, when Zhu Yuewen heard that Mrs. Zheng was stabbed by Kong Shangyi a few mornings ago, his surprise was mixed with a bit of admiration.
Regardless of whether she was setting up a trap or not, this woman at least charged harder than the men she lined up, and she was somewhat of a good general who took the lead.
At this moment, he discovered that the other party's calling him to play the piano was not just a pastime for fun. Zhu Yuewen's thoughts turned around and he felt guilty.
For the luthier, after the silence, words of explanation are still redundant.
Zhu Yuewen then put his fingers back on the strings and played a section of "Red Beans", simplifying the complex and adding rhyme to it. The piano was compared with the zither, so that he would not be unable to play it.
The song ended on an overtone. Zheng Haizhu waited for a few breaths before saying: "If Mr. Zhu is relieved of his anger, please follow me to the capital. General Zhenguo has already agreed."
Zhu Yuewen did not expect that the topic would suddenly change to this.
He was so stunned that he couldn't help but look around, fearing that if Huang Zude and the other royal guards were too close and heard his wife's words clearly, they would cast disdainful glances at him.
Zheng Haizhu knew that he had gone wrong as expected, and she told him more bluntly: "Sir, please don't worry, I don't want to treat you like a little singer that the father-in-law likes, and keep you in the house for entertainment. If you want to play music, you will have fun."
, don’t be trapped in a half-acre square pond that you don’t like. Go to a brand new place without the constraints of any title or identity. Whatever instrument you want to play, just make it, and whatever music you want to write, just do it.
What kind of music do you want to write? I will rent you a house, and I will provide you with everything you need every month."
Zhu Yuewen sounded as if he had entered a strange dream.
"Why do you, husband, madam, treat Zhu like this?"
Zheng Haizhu said: "Aren't you afraid that hearing this will make you feel bad luck?"
"I don't believe in strange powers and gods, but Madam, I just say it doesn't matter."
"Well, it's actually nothing strange. Your appearance is a bit like my former right-hand man, who has died. Your piano skills remind me of another old friend of mine, and she is no longer here. Every time I talk to you
Whenever we see each other, I always think of them. I saw you depressed in Prince Lu's Mansion, so I wanted to give you a new world. If Mr. Zhu doesn't want to leave, that's okay.
Don't regard this as charity, and don't be like the Hanlins in the painting and music academies in the past who were busy writing me some music to please me."
Wenshui's water surged up and down in Zhu Yuewen's chest like surging waves.
Frankly speaking, although he was an abandoned baby without a father and mother, his life was not a rough one. Whether it was Zhu Zaiyu, the crown prince of Prince Zheng, or Zhu Yipai, the general of the Lu Mansion, they were either mentors or wise men.
Lord, never let him suffer any injustice.
However, the royal nobles who took him in and took charge of him had never expressed to him the meaning of "having fun while galloping" and "no need to serve the master" like the woman in front of him.
Seeing that Zhu Yuewen was still like a music box stopped by clockwork, Zheng Haizhu smiled lightly, picked up a branch at random with his uninjured hand, and wrote a line of words on the sand:
The people can follow it but cannot know it
"Sir, tell me, what do you mean by what Saint Kong said?"
Zhu Yuewen clearly understood this sentence in "The Analects" and pondered: "To govern a country is to govern the people. The people are difficult to govern because they are wise. Therefore, all the people should be like water in a ditch, using earth and rocks as troughs.
Just let it flow in the trough. If the people's wisdom is opened, the water will probably flow out of the dam."
"Haha, is this what Confucius really meant?"
"So, what did Madam see?"
Zheng Haizhu drew a vertical line in front of the two characters "Yu" and "Zhi".
"Mr. Zhu, I believe that what the Master said should be like this: the people can make it, follow it, and cannot make it, know it. It means that if the people's wisdom is already enlightened, then a hundred schools of thought can contend; if the people's wisdom is not enlightened, then educate them
, to awaken them from ignorance.”
"Ah?" Zhu Yuewen frowned and said, "Mrs. Zheng, although I don't agree with the strategy of fooling the people, my wife's statement is really..."
"It's really different from what the teachers taught you, right? Mr. Zhu, the twelve equal temperaments you wrote are also different from the method of Yale."
As Zheng Haizhu spoke, he wrote "自" above the word "Yu", and then said: "Mr. Zhu, others can write five tones of elegant music, you can write twelve equal temperaments, water can rush out of ditches, and in the vast wilderness
Running up the river, this is called freedom. Whether the mind of governing a country should be like this, I can't say whether it is true or not. But when Wu Cheng'en writes scripts, when Feng Menglong writes folk songs, and when Zhu Yuewen writes music, they should all be
I have the freedom to write however I want. If I can give my husband this freedom, I would like to thank him for establishing a good relationship with me."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zhu Yuewen lowered his eyes and looked at the strings.
"Sir, there is no need to make a decision in a hurry. We will decide when we return from Mount Tai. Oh, His Royal Highness, the eldest son of the Emperor, is back."
Zheng Haizhu stood up and walked to the pier on the river bank.
After welcoming Zhu Youxiao, Zheng Haizhu asked him: "Your Highness is on the boat, can you see Yuan Zhen'an in the direction of Tai'an?"
"Yuanzhen Nunnery?" Zhu Youxiao seemed to be thinking about it, "I seem to have seen many temples and nunneries with gray tiles and yellow walls on the mountain. Why, Master Zheng, what do you think of this Yuanzhen Nunnery?"
Zheng Haizhu said: "I heard that the vegetarian food here is more delicious than the one on Mount Tai."
Zhu Youxiao knew his youthful nature and was in a good mood after the great victory in Qufu, so he smiled and said: "Okay, please ask Master Zheng, the old lady of Songjiang, to set up an outpost for us first."
Zheng Haizhu glanced quickly at Wang Song, the head of the Ministry of Rites.
The other party's expression changed slightly.
Li Daniu's information seemed to be correct. But what I didn't expect was that the people in the Priest Department would be so sensitive to the bad things going on in the Dudu Department.
As expected, Wang Song immediately took over the conversation and said: "Your Highness, Yuan Zhen'an is not a famous Buddhist temple, and folk rumors are not trustworthy. Your Highness wants vegetarian food, and Mount Tai has already made arrangements for it."
Zhu Youxiao's face sank: "Mr. Wang, what, have you ever eaten at that nunnery before?"
Although Wang Song knew clearly that Zhu Youxiao's rhetorical question was motivated by his will, he still felt as if his foot had been stepped on and felt inexplicable palpitations.
"Go back to your highness, I, I don't know Yuan Zhen'an."
"Oh, I haven't eaten there before, so how do you know that vegetarian food is not as good as the big temple in Mount Tai?" Zhu Youxiao choked him unceremoniously.
Zheng Haizhu made a smoothing gesture and said: "Since the Ministry of Rites has made arrangements, His Highness should listen to Chief Wang."