It is said that Zhuge Dan and his friends were separated for many days, but today they finally got together, so everyone was in high spirits.
Wei Lie kept chattering in everyone's ears, taking no time to show off and boast about his newly-acquired sword technique of "Eight Horses and God's Movement".
Fu Gu, who loves books and slips as much as his soul, asked Xun Can, who has a long history in his family's studies and is proficient in Taoist classics and Yin-Yang Yili, while everyone was drinking tea and chatting. Cao Cao, who has dabbled in various classics,
Xi would also discuss and talk with the two of them from time to time.
Zhuge Dan substituted tea for wine and started drinking with friends who had been away for many days.
In Qingqing Garden, a clear and sad piano sound sounded at this moment.
If you are a frequent visitor to this piece of music, you will definitely be able to deduce from the fingering and the sound of the piano that it was played by the oiran girl Qie Fangsheng.
But today’s song is something that no one has heard before.
Just as the guests on the third floor were intoxicated by the music, a plaintive song like a lonely goose blended into the music.
This is the singing voice of another oiran girl, You Ling'er. And the song she sings is also a new song.
"The peacock flies southeast and lingers for five miles."
After hearing this sad and quiet opening, everyone's minds were drawn to this story.
Qingqingyuan, which was originally a little noisy, suddenly became quiet at this moment.
Zhuge Dan had never been involved in folk songs, so he couldn't figure out where this amazing piece of music came from. He was curious and couldn't help but ask:
"Is there a source for this song?"
Fu Gu, who was proficient in books and poetry, smiled slightly and said:
"This song is a folk song popular in Lujiang County, Jiangnan. Its name is: Peacock Flying Southeast."
"The peacock flies southeast..."
Zhuge Dan nodded, still a little confused.
Cao Xi, who seemed to be remembering something from the past, and was slightly lost in thought, also smiled and said:
"Yes, it's a peacock flying southeast. There is a story hidden in this song."
"oh?"
When Zhuge Dan heard that this song had a story, his interest suddenly became more intense. He broke the casserole and asked to the end, and continued:
"What story can Brother Cao tell you?"
Cao Xi took a sip of the hot tea that was both sweet and bitter, and after thinking about it for a while, he answered Zhuge Dan:
"This story is a long one. My father told it to me and my brothers when I was a child."
"Oh, General Zidan?"
Everyone was a little surprised when they heard this. After all, who would have thought that General Cao Zhen, Cao Zidan, who seemed careless and heroic after spending half his life on the battlefield, would tell his son such a touching and pathos story.
Zhuge Dan looked even more curious.
Cao Xi smiled and continued:
"This story is about the current events in the Jian'an period at the end of the Han Dynasty. At that time, my father was just a young man. At that time, uncle Cao Wenlie was still studying the art of war, strategy, literature and martial arts from the great Confucian scholar in the south of the Yangtze River.
This story must be told about another disciple of this great Confucian."
Hearing this, Zhuge Dan couldn't help but ask:
"General Cao Wenlie, known as the Thousand Miles Horse of the Cao Family, is one of the best in our Wei clan. The great scholar and other disciples must not be ordinary people, and they must be able to compete with General Cao Wenlie!"
Cao Xi nodded and said:
"What Brother Gongxiu said is absolutely true. This great Confucian from Jiangnan not only taught Uncle Wen Lie a disciple, he also had another bright and proud disciple. And this person was the one who defeated Liu Xuande's 700-mile Battalion before.
Lu Yi and Lu Boyan, the princes-in-law of Eastern Wu who became world-famous in one battle."
Everyone suddenly realized:
"I see, this Lu Boyan is indeed not an ordinary person, he is indeed an outstanding talent!"
Cao Xi continued:
"At that time, Uncle Wen Lie and Lu Boyan were studying together in the south of the Yangtze River. At that time, Yuan Shu, Yuan Gongjiu, Ji Ling, and Lei Bo occupied Huainan and were not satisfied with their search for anointing, so they sent a temporary
Attached to his subordinates were the powerful generals Sun Ce and Sun Bofu, who led tens of thousands of elite soldiers from Huainan to attack Lujiang County, which was like a paradise under the rule of Lujiang Prefect Lu Kang.
Thinking about Lujiang County, under the governance of Prefect Lu, where chickens and dogs hear each other and the houses are not closed at night, it is really a fairyland on earth in troubled times. It is a pity that no matter how good Lujiang is, it cannot resist Sun Bofu and that
Thousands of elite soldiers attacked and killed Lujiang City. After Lujiang City was destroyed, Lu Gong committed suicide in the city, while his young and intelligent grandson Lu Yizi disappeared for a while."
Zhuge Dan's curiosity aroused, and he wanted to break the casserole and ask the truth. Cao Xi took a leisurely sip of tea, wanting to show off and whet everyone's appetite. After he tasted the tea, he continued to talk about it.
The commander said:
"There is a legend that Lu Yi was rescued by a capable junior official under Lu Kang named Jiao Zhongqing. There were many twists and turns during this period that even my father and uncle Wen Lie had no way of knowing. I
I don't even know why. Let me just talk about today's song. It happens to be sung by Jiao Zhongqing and his wife Liu Lanzhi.
It is said that later, in the middle of the Jian'an period, Liu, the wife of Jiao Zhongqing, a minor official in Lujiang Prefecture, was sent away by Zhongqing's mother because she was not loved by Jiao's mother. The Liu daughter vowed not to marry. Her mother's family also forced her to remarry with the new Lujiang prefect.
Although Liu Lanzhi, the fifth son of Li Shu, was divorced by Jiao's mother, he and Jiao Zhongqing were in love with each other, so they vowed to die.
On the day she was about to remarry, she threw herself into the water and died. When Zhongqing heard about it, he also hanged himself in a tree in the courtyard. Others injured him at the time, so he wrote this poem."
After hearing this story told by Cao Xi, Zhuge Dan and all the young masters at the banquet were all sighing. Although everyone had read poetry and books, all they studied were the Analects of Confucius, poems, and books. In this Yuefu, folk songs,
I don't know much about it.
Zhuge Dan asked curiously:
"Then who wrote this poem?"
Cao Xi smiled and said:
"Xi also has no idea who actually wrote this poem."
At this time, music and music suddenly started to rise in the Qingqing Garden, silk and bamboo were playing, long sleeves were fluttering, and the music was full of music. The oiran You Ling'er began to sing the song Peacock Flying Southeast:
"The thirteenth can weave, the fourteenth learn how to tailor clothes. The fifteenth can play the harp, the sixteenth recite poetry. The seventeenth is a gentleman's wife, and her heart is always miserable."
After listening to You Ling'er's melancholy singing, many drinkers who had heard this story had tears in their eyes and blood in their hearts.
"Since you are a government official, you must abide by your integrity. I keep my concubine empty, and see each other rarely. The cock crows while weaving, and there is no rest every night. I cut off five pieces in three days, so I think it is too late. It is not because I am late for weaving.
, The wife of the Jun family is in trouble! I can’t be driven around, and I’m left here with nothing to do. Then I can send you back to me in time.”
When Zhuge Dan heard this, he sighed deeply, raised his tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.
"When the government officials heard about it, they said to my mother in the hall: "My son has lost his fortune, but I am lucky to have this wife again. We have tied our hair and slept together on the mat, and have been friends together in the underworld. We have worked together for two or three years, but we have not been together for a long time. The woman behaves without bias. "Slanted, what does it mean if it is not thick?"
Xun Can, who had always been heartless, heard this and nodded with a smile:
"This Jiao Zhongqing is also a man who values love and justice."
You Ling'er waved her long sleeves and continued to sing the heart-wrenching lament:
"...My boss has a virtuous daughter, and she names herself Qin Luofu. She is extremely pitiful, and my mother is praying for you. Please send her quickly, and be careful not to leave her behind!"
The chief official knelt down and said, "Fu Weiqi's mother. If you send me away now, I will never take her back again!"
Hearing this, many of the guests could not help but look sad.
Indeed, under the influence of this fine wine and mournful songs, even a hard-hearted man will involuntarily soften his heart.
"When the rooster crows, it's time for dawn, and the bride puts on her full makeup. Wearing my embroidered skirt, everything is in order. Silk shoes are under her feet, and her head is a tortoise shell. Her waist is as smooth as silk, and her ears are full of bright moonlight. Her fingers are like peeled onion roots. , The mouth is like holding Zhudan. The delicate steps are delicate and exquisite, unparalleled in the world.
…
The officials' horses were in front, and the bride's carriage was behind. They were looming in the distance, and they all met at the entrance of the main road. They dismounted and got into the carriage, bowed their heads and whispered together: "I swear not to be separated from you, sir, and I will return home for now. I will go to the mansion now, and I will be there soon." Return it. I swear to God that I will not let you down!"
The bride said to the government official: "I am so grateful for you! If you see me, I will hope you will come soon. You are like a rock, and I am like a pampas grass. The pampas grass is like silk, and the rock has no transference."
When Zhuge Dan heard this, he couldn't help but drink the tea in the cup and sighed:
"A good king should be like a rock, and a concubine should be like pampas grass! Good poems and good feelings should be revealed!"
Xun Can just silently listened to the ethereal singing and was lost in thought. He seemed to be recalling some past events and looking forward to some good things tomorrow, without saying anything.
"...The government official returned home and went to the church to pay homage to his mother: "Today there is a strong wind and cold, the cold wind destroyed the trees, and the severe frost covered the orchids in the courtyard. My son is in the dark today, and my mother is behind me. She is planning a bad plan. Don’t blame ghosts and gods again! Life is like a stone in the south mountain, and the four bodies are healthy and straight!”
Hearing that there was a lover breaking up here, the female guests in the pavilion who were disguised as men wiped their tears involuntarily. They really became "full of men, acting like girls".
"On that day, the cows and horses neighed, and the bride entered the green hut. After dusk, she was about to die, and the lonely people settled down for the first time. I am destined to die today, but my soul will be gone and my body will remain forever! I took off my skirt, took off my silk shoes, and walked to the clear pond.
When the officials heard about this, they knew that they would never leave. They wandered under the tree in the courtyard and hung themselves on the southeast branch.
The two families asked for a joint burial, and they were buried together near Huashan. Pines and cypresses were planted on the east and west, and sycamores were planted on the left and right. The branches covered each other, and the leaves communicated with each other. There were two flying birds in the middle, which they named themselves mandarin ducks. They raised their heads and sang to each other, reaching the fifth watch every night. Pedestrians stopped. Listen, the widow is worried. Thank you for the future generations, and be careful not to forget."
After the oiran You Ling'er and Qie Fangsheng finished playing a long song, they were both overcome with grief and burst into tears.
Just after the song ended, and everyone was feeling sad for the person in the song, a loud applause came from a private seat on the second floor, and everyone couldn't help but turn around and look up.
I saw a richly dressed young man, surrounded by a group of young people who showed their prowess or wisdom, slowly came to the pavilion and stared at the oiran girl You Ling'er who was singing on the stage downstairs. , asked loudly:
"Miss You Ling'er, would you please come to the pavilion and have a drink with Mr. Cao?"