The sound of the piano purifies the house, drives away evil spirits, and nourishes the souls. It is not meant for people to listen to, so the servants, servants and actors present all kept talking and laughing.
But King Qing felt cold after hearing this, which meant that he was different from ordinary people, or to put it more unpleasantly, he was not human.
"What about Master Cui Qin?"
A junior official asked hurriedly.
"Isn't he also a human being?"
The clerk who spoke snorted.
"Don't you understand?" He said, "Then Master Cui is naturally different from ordinary people. He is a luthier who is different from ordinary people and has superb skills that transcend ordinary people."
"There are so many luthiers, but he is the only one who is fascinated."
"It shows that he is the only one with superior skills."
There was a lot of chatter and laughter here, and a few officials there walked by and stamped their feet heavily.
"How dignified!"
The minor officials looked back and saw a few important ministers, and they immediately dispersed.
"The whole city is talking about Maoyuan Mountain, the whole court is talking about stretching arms and bows, and the practice of stele calligraphy is passed down in the market." An official said with a smile, "Now that the excitement has not dissipated, everyone is talking about Jingzhai Qin again."
"I wonder what other skills Mrs. Cheng has to show off this time." Another official said with a smile.
It's not surprising that a county prince invited someone to a banquet. The family of the Grand Master and Emperor in Beijing had banquets every day, and no one thought it was inappropriate, as long as the person invited was not a court official.
It's just that the prince of the county invited Mrs. Cheng, who was very famous in the capital. Of course, this didn't matter. After all, Prince Qing was like him. Although Mrs. Cheng repeatedly said that she could not be cured, having a miracle doctor who often came to visit her could be regarded as a kind of security.
I just didn't expect that Mrs. Cheng did not diagnose the disease this time, nor did she write, but played the piano.
Playing a piece of zither captivated a luthier and shocked a silly prince.
In particular, the Jin'an County Prince's words were not meant to be played for people to listen to, which made the matter spread like wildfire.
Although immediately after this sentence, the King of Jin'an County also explained that everyone did not care about the sound of the piano, but Prince Qing was unintentionally affected by it. This not only does not mean that Prince Qing will be better after listening to the piano, but it also proves that Prince Qing
His stupidity cannot be cured.
However, compared to the subsequent explanation, the previous sentence is still sensational and interesting to say.
Whether King Qing can be cured or not is irrelevant to the people. What everyone likes more are strange and weird stories.
The joking among officials in the yamen is normal, but in restaurants and tea shops it is much more exaggerated.
"If it's not for people to listen to, then it's for ghosts and gods to listen to."
"...Ordinary people can't see ghosts and gods, but those creatures such as dogs and donkeys can see..."
"...You are saying that Prince Qing is a dog..."
"You're going to die! What nonsense are you talking about!"
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. Prince Qing is not a human being without a heart. He is just like that child. The child's eyes are clean and free of distracting thoughts, so he can see and feel things that ordinary people cannot detect."
"..That's right...but what about Master Cui Qin?"
"...Master Cui Qin is not a fool, he is naturally a god!"
"Shouldn't they be living creatures?"
"Creatures and beasts will not be fascinated. Only gods can listen to this kind of fairy music."
"That's right, there are so many luthiers and actors, why is he the only one who is fascinated by it? It means he is born with wisdom and has been enlightened by the gods."
"Yes, yes, I heard that Master Cui had a great enlightenment after waking up from his trance, and his piano skills soared."
"It has long been said that Master Cui is the best violinist today."
"Can I still be said to be number one now?"
"Ms. Cheng doesn't count. Mrs. Cheng is a disciple of an immortal. How can she compete with mortals in terms of seniority?"
Hearing this, Mrs. Zhang laughed.
"So, this time she inspired another one," he said.
The old servant sitting next to him smiled and nodded.
"Although this Cui Qin master has excellent skills, he is not very famous. People say that he is relying on the name of his master Cui Dajun to gain fame. Some even laugh that the only thing he is worthy of praise for is that piano." He said,
"Now I have become famous after being obsessed with Taoism. I really have the help of gods."
"You have to be strong in order to make iron." Mr. Zhang sighed. "If he is not skilled in skills and doesn't know how to play the piano, how can he be fascinated by it? Even if he needs enlightenment from gods and help from others, he still has to do it on his own.
Just go."
The old servant nodded.
"Just like Xu Sigen who got the horseshoe and devoted himself to improving and creating new things, like Fan Jianglin who got the magic arm bow and dared to do it himself." He said.
"For example, Li Dashao, the left-handed cook, never abandons his hands without being humble." Old Mrs. Zhang said with a smile.
"To put it this way, there are also those Lu Zheng who read the impeachment on the loose wine, and those who read the inscriptions and learned the calligraphy skills..." The old servant continued with a smile.
At this point, he clapped his hands again.
"And our cook, Banqin, is very clever and special in her own way."
Old Mrs. Zhang laughed.
"There are so many. I can't remember them. I'm going to write them on the screen when I get back." He smiled, lifted up his clothes and stood up, "See if I can fill it up."
The old servant smiled and stretched out his hand to help him.
"It's just that the master doesn't like this kind of gossip." He said in a low voice.
"What does it matter whether he likes it or not?" Old Mrs. Zhang said with a smile, "He is a little girl who does not take the official career or take the imperial examination, does not use it to make money, does not use it to get married, and does not use it to harm others, she can do as she pleases.
If you have no desires and no demands, who will be in your way?"
"I'm just afraid of being guilty of carrying a jade," said the old servant.
The two of them walked through the hall, their ears filled with chatter and laughter. When they heard this, Old Mrs. Zhang stopped.
"I only said that she wouldn't harm anyone with this." He raised his voice and smiled at the old servant who was somewhat deaf. "I didn't say that she wouldn't fight back in self-defense."
Because his voice was too loud, everyone around him stopped and looked over.
There was a moment of silence in the hall.
Mrs. Zhang smiled and walked out of the teahouse, followed closely by the old servant.
After a moment of silence behind him, the noise returned.
At this time, the Cheng family's residence in Yudaiqiao was still quiet as usual.
"It turns out that the date you went to that day was an appointment with Prince Qing's Mansion."
Qin Shisanlang said, taking the tea from Ban Qin.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"Oh, you can't push it." Qin Shisanlang said with a smile.
"It's not that I can't push it, it's because I've already accepted it." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "Since I've accepted it, I can't push it."
Qin Shisanlang smiled.
"But, was that really what you said?" He thought of something and asked hurriedly.
"Which sentence?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
"The prince of Jin'an County said that the sound of the piano is not meant for people to listen to." Qin Shisanlang said.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"That's what I said," she said.
Qin Shisanlang frowned.
"That's not the right thing to say," he said.
"That's the truth. There's nothing we can't say." Cheng Jiaoniang said with a smile.
"Of course you can tell him." Qin Thirteenth Lang said, shaking his head, "But it's inappropriate for him to tell people casually like this. This kind of thing is different from the theory of a miracle doctor. It's too illusory. I can't say anything about the strange power."
Luan Shen, you have a very high reputation now. If you suddenly say something like this, your popularity will become more and more popular..."
He frowned even more when he said this.
"Mysterious is not a good word," he said.
"The speaker is unintentional and the listener is intentional. There is nothing we can do about it." Cheng Jiaoniang said with a smile.
"In this case, the speaker should be more careful and thorough." Qin Shisanlang said, "Have you ever thought about the consequences of such a child's play? Have you ever thought about the trouble it will bring to you?"
"So, the speaker has no intention, and the listener has intention, so there is no need to care." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Qin Shisanlang looked at her.
"Are you just... defending him?" he asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang also looked at him.
"How is this maintenance? It's just something you don't need to worry about," she said.
"You don't care, can I care?" Qin Shisanlang asked. Without waiting for Cheng Jiaoniang to speak, he spoke first and pointed at himself, "What you want to say is that this is my business, do I care?"
Do you care, don’t you care?”
Although Banqin was used to the wife talking to others about all sorts of confusing things, she still felt dizzy when she heard this string of convoluted words like "You care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care."
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and smiled.
"Why do you care so much that I didn't honor your promise or give you the gift you wanted?" she asked with a smile.
Look, it turned around again. I felt so dizzy. Banqin hurriedly lowered his head and poured tea.
"That's not what I care about. Don't change the topic." Qin Shisanlang said, "Cheng Jiaoniang, can you think about it for yourself?"
"I just think about it for myself." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "Qin Hu, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention. If you have to worry about other people's words in every word, then you can't speak, so I am the speaker,
I can only do it without intention."
Qin Shisanlang looked at her and sighed, raising his tea bowl.
"I hope you don't mind." Cheng Jiaoniang said again.
Qin Shisanlang's hand holding the tea bowl paused.
"I'm not trying to shirk your invitation, nor am I giving you random gifts. I just made an appointment, just for the sake of giving, not for the gift." Cheng Jiaoniang said, reaching out and pushing the tea in front of him.
Qin Shisanlang looked at her and then at the snacks.
"Really?" he asked suddenly.
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly.
"I don't tell lies," she said.
"I'm just joking, do you care so much?" Qin Shisanlang said with a smile, while reaching out and pinching some snacks and putting them in his mouth.
"I don't care." Cheng Jiaoniang said with a smile.
Qin Shisanlang shook his head and smiled.
"But to be honest." He stopped talking and thought of plastic surgery. "You should be more careful with what you say in the future. After all, it is a crime to harbor a treasure."
Cheng Jiaoniang saluted and thanked her.
After finishing a bowl of tea and three snacks, Qin Shisanlang stood up and left.
"I won't be here this year, as the exam period is approaching." He said in front of the door, "I'm going to my husband's place to study behind closed doors. If anything happens, just ask someone to find me."
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and saluted with a smile, then stood by the door and watched him ride away.
"You want to go to your husband's house to study at this time?"
Mrs. Qin was surprised when she heard this.
"Didn't you say you don't have to go?"
"I feel a little uneasy." Qin Shisanlang said with a smile, "The big talk has spread. If I fail the exam, my mother will lose face, so I'd better go to my husband's house to study."
"Oh, we thirteen are actually nervous too." Mrs. Qin said with a smile.
"Mother, it's not that you're nervous, but that you have to behave properly." Qin Shisanlang stopped smiling and said, "The path of learning is endless and must not be treated disrespectfully."
"That's right." Qin Shidao came out and nodded, "Respect the teacher and respect the principles. You are smart, but you must not be frivolous. Since you want to join the world, you must be cautious."
The thirteenth son of Qin saluted and said yes.
"Then tomorrow the child will pack up and go to my husband's house to study behind closed doors until he returns on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month." He said.
Qin Shidao nodded.
"Thirteen."
Looking at Thirteenth Qin Lang turning around after exiting the door, Mrs. Qin suddenly whispered.
"Can't you control yourself now?"
Qin Shisanlang paused for a moment, then continued to walk, and left leisurely and leisurely, seemingly not hearing his mother's words.
Mrs. Qin sighed.
"I didn't even make a joke, so this time it's really something serious."
