Looking at the increasingly noisy crowd outside Fulin Hall, Meng Ruxin felt a little resentful towards Jialan. You just slapped your ass and walked away, but left us such a mess. How should we clean up now?
Compared to Meng Ruxin, Kong Wenqin was much calmer. Seeing her grandfather and Li Xuanzhuo's still calm expressions, she felt deep in thought.
"Sister Wenqin, what should we do now?" After much thought, she could only ask Kong Wenqin for advice.
Kong Wenqin looked her over and said teasingly: "Why, do you think Jia Jieyuan left early to escape?"
"Isn't it?"
"Ru Xin, since you trust someone, don't have any doubt, otherwise it will be difficult for you to gain a true friend."
Seeing that Meng Ruxin seemed to understand but not understand, Kong Wenqin said earnestly: "As the saying goes, it's hard to collect water, and the same is true for trust. It is just a piece of white paper. Once it is wrinkled, the wrinkles will still be visible even if they are smoothed out.
,Blank paper is still white paper, but it is no longer what it used to be.
Therefore, if you choose to trust Jia Jieyuan, please strengthen this trust."
After a long silence, Meng Ruxin realized that she didn't say anything, but just nodded heavily towards Kong Wenqin.
It's late at night, and after a night of poetry gatherings, people's fatigue gradually emerges, and the feeling of impatience is also growing.
At this time, the suspicion that Jia Lan ran away became more and more intense. Some scholars even shouted that they would block the door of Rongguo Mansion on Ningrong Street and ask Jia Lan to give an explanation.
A breeze came, and the leaves rustled in the wind.
"Listen, it's the sound of pipa!"
"Look, everyone Song!"
Suddenly someone shouted.
The sound of the wind gradually weakened, and a burst of pipa sound came slowly.
Following the sound, the gauze curtains at the waterside pavilion were closed one after another like a stage. Everyone in the Song Dynasty was sitting in the middle. Unexpectedly, what was in front of them was not her famous pipa, but a guqin.
Behind her are a row of harem girls playing the pipa.
The Song family took off their original plain clothes and put on a set of eye-catching pomegranate red double-breasted gowns, paired with bright lip makeup. They gently stroked the guqin with their ten fingers, moving slowly and playing a crisp sound.
The moonlight shines on the lake next to the waterside pavilion, reflecting a silvery white outline. The sound of the piano and the pipa are intertwined, giving people a sense of sight that is always suitable for light and dark. People and scenery form an amazing harmony.<
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Wherever the sound of the piano reaches, the hustle and bustle suddenly becomes silent.
Most people are shocked by the beauty of the Song Dynasty. Only those who are truly knowledgeable will understand the extraordinaryness of it.
This is the sound of the piano known as the ancient sound, the most elegant and solemn.
As the saying goes, "The harp means prohibition, so it prohibits sexual immorality and rectifies people's hearts." The harp is regarded as a tool for self-cultivation, related to education, and has profound significance.
But in the music of the Song masters, some people actually heard a kind of joy coming from the heart.
"Such a meaning, Master Wu?"
The Lord of Danyang County turned his head in surprise, only to find that Xu Lingkuan had been completely immersed in the sound of the piano and could not extricate himself.
On the other hand, Sheng Changbai on the side looked amazed: "The artistic conception of the Song Dynasty people is in line with the ancients!"
The head of Danyang County nodded in agreement. Although she was born in a military officer's family, she was personally raised by the Supreme Emperor, and was carefully taught by all the worshipers in the palace. She has a different perspective from ordinary people.
In her eyes, Song Yun'er's previous playing can indeed be regarded as "everyone", but it is still somewhat false.
But after this song, the name of the Song Dynasty masters will be well-deserved from now on.
Minglan's eyes sparkled, and her tone was full of expectation: "With such an exquisite performance, how good will the rest of it sound?"
Everyone nodded, and even Mo Lan, who was sitting next to him, couldn't refute, so he could only purse his lips tightly and say nothing.
You're right, with such a stunning opening, how could the subsequent songs be any worse?
"How, how could it happen?!"
Some people are happy and some are sad. Those who had been advocating that Jia Lanjiang was exhausted are now a little dumbfounded.
Fang Tangjing was so angry that his teeth were almost broken. He leaned softly against the tree trunk and kept mumbling: "No, no, absolutely not..." p>
In his eyes, there was only a pitiful and ridiculous prayer.
It's a pity that it was difficult to achieve what he wished for.
Song Yuner took a deep breath and sang word by word:
The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain.
BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and fish and dragons dance all night.
Moths are like golden wisps of snow and willows, and laughter is filled with hidden fragrance.
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.
After singing the song, the whole garden was shocked.
Everyone was immersed in an indescribable sense of shock. Even Yanshenggong Kong Jirui, who had always been at ease with himself, stood up. His hands full of traces of time trembled slightly, but his deep eyes shone with excitement.<
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Not only him, but Kong Wenqin and Meng Ruxin who were waiting beside him were also amazed by this poem.
"It's perfect!" No matter who it is, there is only one comment in their mind.
It wasn't until the sound of the piano subsided and everything was silent that Duke Yan Sheng slowly sat down, exhaled a long breath, looked at the crowd and said slowly: "Be able to run freely, tower high, clear the mind, and astonish the soul. From now on
, no more Lantern Festival Ci!"
"Master said so!"
Meng Ruxin responded, but what she was thinking about was the figure who left early.
Sure enough, he can create miracles.
The sky is like water, the moonlight is like a mirror, and everything is clear and bright.
This song is like the full moon in the sky, perfect and flawless.
The people who were in shock did not realize that the moonlight shining through the clouds was not only a faint silver light, but also mixed with some mysterious and mysterious things.
This is the reason why Jia Lan is eager to say goodbye.
The moment he and Song Yuner ended their exchange and the other party turned around and returned to the waterside pavilion, his aura changed.
The aura is quite a wonderful thing. Everything in the sky and on the earth is as light as water, as clear as water, as continuous flowing as water, and as unfathomable as water.
People have auras, and there are auras in heaven and earth.
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After entering the realm of seeing and hearing, Jia Lan initially awakened the ability to empathize with the world and could barely feel the change in his aura.
The aura in Guishuyuan is very mixed, but in the final analysis it is still a human aura.
Chasing fame and wealth, pursuing knowledge, and pursuing their own desires.
Normal desires give human beings upward vitality, and the aura of people in Turtle Garden is probably like this.
Except for a very few pure people like Chang Bai, their aura is different from others.
Although Song Yun'er is a noble person, her aura is different from others, but she is also in the category of ordinary people. But the moment she turned around, her aura that was no different from ordinary people suddenly increased a lot, and became
Dazzling and powerful, her whole person seemed to have received a powerful blessing.
"Boy Lan, you are wrong!"
Just when Jia Lan was puzzled, Yu Linglong opened her mouth at the right moment and revealed the answer.
"This aura does not originate from the female doll in front of you, but from heaven and earth! Moreover, it is closely related to you!"
With this reminder, Jia Lan quickly concentrated and felt it with his spiritual sense.
I saw that the world was suddenly dyed with a different color. In the hazy state, Jia Lan felt that this feeling was very familiar, so he closed his eyes and felt it carefully.
Suddenly, an idea quietly appeared in Jia Lan's mind.
Isn’t this mysterious and mysterious atmosphere a precursor to the emergence of the mysterious and yellow energy?!
Yu Linglong in her original spirit felt the thoughts conveyed by Jia Lan and shook her head repeatedly: "Wrong, wrong!"
Jia Lan was startled, wrong?
"Brother Lan, you are really wrong. This is not the black and yellow energy." Qin Keqing's voice, neither arrogant nor impetuous, slowly sounded: "If I am not mistaken, this magical light is purple energy." p>
Yu Linglong also said: "But your daughter is right, she is indeed born with purple energy."
"Innate purple energy? What is this?"
"There are different opinions on what kind of thing purple energy is. Some people say that it is the first ray of spiritual energy born in the world; others say that it is the ray of breath that is born when yin and yang meet at sunrise and all things revive. Some even say that it is the first ray of spiritual energy born in the world.
It is said that this is also a kind of human luck."
Jia Lanqi said: "The luck of humanity? Shouldn't it be the Xuanhuang Qi?"
Yu Linglong smiled and said: "Little Lan, how many years have you lived? How many have you seen? All things in the world are constantly growing and changing. All phenomena in the world are numerous and have different shapes. You have seen the Xuanhuang Qi that represents humanity, and how many things have you seen?
How do you know that purple energy is not a human destiny? Have you ever heard of the allusion of purple energy coming from the east?"