Chapter 251 Why is there the sound of killing pigs?
At the end of December, heavy snow fell from the sky as predicted. Handan city was covered with snow inside and outside, and heavy snowflakes were flying in the air.
The palace door is closed tightly, isolating the inside and outside into two worlds. The furnace in the palace is burning brightly, bringing warmth to everyone.
All the civil and military ministers of Zhao State in Handan came, and Zhao Kuo once again brought up the bronze tripod that was full of force.
The families of the ministers were arranged in the hall next door, and were entertained by Tian Shu and others.
During the banquet, there was no distinction between monarch and minister. Zhao Kuo toasted with everyone and sang loudly. Even when he was drunk, he would walk to the middle of the hall and dance.
"Your body has not been cured, so why are you still so weak?" Lian Po secretly transferred the inner energy into Lin Xiangru's body to help Lin Xiangru resist the cold.
Although the two had a lot of troubles in the past, they have become the best friends since the ancient saying of "asking for forgiveness".
"Thank you." Lin Xiangru slightly cupped his hand, "The disease has been cured, but at this age, physical weakness is inevitable. I am not your general. Even when I am seventy or eighty years old, my body is still as strong as an ox."
"Look at Xunzi, he is a few years older than you. He is wearing a Confucian robe. He doesn't feel cold at all. He is not a military commander." Lian Po pointed at Xunzi and said.
Not far away, I saw Xunzi and Yu Xin drinking together. You two had a drink, and I had a drink. When they drank to their heart's content, they couldn't help but beat the gou and sing loudly.
As a disciple of Confucianism, Yu Xin was proficient in rituals, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics. Even a wine glass could produce pleasant music.
"Your Majesty, don't let Xunzi drink. Xunzi will sing if he drinks too much." Lu Zhonglian ran to Zhao Kuo and said urgently.
"Sing, just sing. I am not a stingy monarch." Zhao Kuo said nonchalantly. Isn't it normal to sing and dance at banquets? There is nothing to make a fuss about.
"Oh, Your Majesty, you don't know, it's okay for other people to sing, but Xunzi's singing can kill people." Lu Zhonglian beat his chest and said, "Xunzi was proficient in etiquette, shooting, imperialism, and calligraphy, but he knew nothing about music. He could even say
He is tone deaf and cannot even pronounce the sounds of "Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu" accurately. When he competed with Confucianists, music was the least suspenseful category he lost."
Zhao Kuo was stunned, is there such a thing?
"This is true. I have learned this many times." Kong Chuan said silently.
When he was in Jixia Academy, he was attacked by Xunzi's sonic waves. This was the only place where he could defeat Xunzi.
However, he later discovered that even if he defeated Xunzi in music, he would inevitably lose in the end and have to endure one more torture. Since then, he has never competed with Xunzi in music.
Next to him, Lu Zhonglian kept nodding, obviously he was also a fellow sufferer from Jixia Academy.
"Isn't it just that the singing is ugly?" Zhao Kuo said nonchalantly, no matter how hard it is to listen to it, how can it be so hard to hear?
"It's not that the singing is unpleasant. Xunzi studied the piano for three years before he could barely play the simplest piece of music. Then he began to arrange his own music and write his own poems. Because many of the poems he wrote did not conform to the music, everyone was confused.
He said it was not a poem. Xunzi named it Fu, saying it was his own original style. Moreover, he did not like to sing other songs, but liked to sing Fu that he wrote..."….
At this point, Lu Zhong didn't even say anything.
Because Xunzi has already started...
While tapping the wine glass, he sang loudly: "It's so difficult to think about the distant place. Benevolent people break their promises, and violent people spread. Loyal ministers are in danger, and slanderers surrender..."
The wine glasses clinked and the bellows sounded like ghosts crying and wolves howling, and the entire hall was instantly attracted to Xunzi.
Zhao Kuo opened his mouth and remained motionless. He didn't even notice that the wine in his glass spilled. This was the first time he heard such shocking singing.
Lu Zhonglian and Kong Chuan sat spread out on their seats, looking as if they were worse off than dead.
There was only one person in the palace who was cooperating with Xunzi, and he was Yu Xin.
Everyone is a good friend, and a so-called good friend is someone who can go crazy with you when you are crazy, and be embarrassed with you when you are embarrassed.
Obviously, Yu Xin is Xunzi’s good friend
Even though Xunzi was roaring at the top of his broken gong voice, Yu Xin was trying his best to pull him back. However, his voice was too soft and his face was red, so he could not pull Xunzi back. Instead, he was led astray.
At this time, a palace maid came from the side hall. She was about to ask, but she suddenly froze on the spot.
"What's the matter?" Zhao Kuo came back to his senses and asked.
The palace maid hesitated for a moment and whispered: "The king...the queen asked the slaves to come over and ask why there was the sound of killing pigs..."
"Pfft!" Wei Wuji next to him heard this and sprayed a mouthful of wine into his brother-in-law Zhao Sheng's face.
"You go back first." Zhao Kuo held back his smile and waved.
"No." The palace maid leaned over and retreated.
Zhao Kuo looked at Xunzi with a headache. He didn't know whether he should send someone to stop it. If he should stop it, it would be inappropriate. If he didn't stop it, he would feel sorry for himself.
Fortunately, Xunzi did not let Zhao Kuo struggle for too long, and finally stopped after half a quarter of an hour.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and continued to toast and drink.
The banquet lasted until evening, and everyone was very drunk. Even Zhao Kuo was drunk, and so were Lian Po and others. No one used their internal energy to evaporate the alcohol.
Over the past few years, the monarchs and ministers of the Zhao Kingdom have endured too much pressure. One wrong step could have caused the Zhao Kingdom to be doomed. Now they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Madam, will you send someone to send them back?" the palace maid asked.
"No, it's still snowing outside. Just stay in the palace. You guys go and inform the women and let them stay in the palace. Then a few more people go to their homes and inform them that their master and his wife will not go back tonight.
It's over." Tian Shu said, bending down to lift Zhao Kuo up.
But Zhao Kuo was too heavy for a weak woman like her to lift.
Tian Shu wanted to ask someone to lift them up, but when she looked around, they were all motionless.
"What kind of bodyguard are you sleeping like a dead pig? You don't even know when the assassin is coming." Tian Shu kicked Ben and said angrily.
"I'll do it." An Ning said.
"No, you are pregnant." Tian Shu quickly stopped her and said to the maid next to her, "Go outside and call some guards in."
The next day, Xunzi opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar room, feeling a little dizzy.
"Your Majesty is awake." A palace maid came in, "My servant is here to serve you."
Xunzi soon realized that he was in the palace and said, "Just give me a towel."
Unlike most nobles, Xunzi did not have the habit of being served. He spent much of the first half of his life wandering around and developed the habit of being independent.
After washing up, Xunzi walked towards the main hall outside.
"Good morning, Mr. Pingyuan."
"Good morning, Lord Xinling."
Seeing Zhao Sheng and Wei Wuji, Xunzi greeted them warmly.
The two of them thought about yesterday's scene, the corners of their mouths twitched slightly, and they said expressionlessly: "Good morning."
Xunzi was a little puzzled as to why Wei Wuji and Zhao Sheng, who were usually very enthusiastic towards him, suddenly became indifferent.