Officials of the Beiting Protectorate recently discovered that Li Zhongcheng, one year after taking office, began to neglect his duties. He hired a few military drummers to play drums and a musician to play flutes, and he spent all day playing tricks on the school grounds in the inner city.
music.
I remember that when Zhong Cheng came to Beiting a year ago, he was still very ambitious. He wanted to improve the food reserves and fiscal revenue of the Beiting Protectorate to a higher level, and also increase the population of Beiting. He would inspect the localities and military camps every day, and continuously
The notice was issued, and the administrative intensity far exceeded that of every previous military envoy. In just one year, Beiting's fiscal revenue increased by 10%, and the grain inventory also increased by 60 hoards.
But who would have expected that in the second year, he suddenly relaxed and stopped inspecting places and thinking of ways to improve military pay and people's livelihood. Instead, he started suona. Everyone was surprised, and there were a lot of rumors behind his back.
. Said that he came to Beiting and pretended to be a good official for a year, but now he can no longer pretend and can only show his true colors. This is called the three days of new fighting in Maokeng. Some people also secretly call him Gai Jiayun No. 2, no,
Even though Gai Jiayun was second in rank, he was highly regarded. After all, Gai Jiayun had made great military achievements before his fall, and he also served as the military governor of Longyou Town in Hexi Province. He is now just a small military governor of Beiting, with only
With little merit, what qualifications do you have to be arrogant, and what qualifications do you have to be satisfied?
When the rumors first spread, it was nothing, and no leader could have a hobby. But as time went by, they discovered that Li Zhongcheng was indeed obsessed with it, and it didn't look like a hobby anymore. Several old subordinates also
He couldn't stand it any longer, so he decided to advise Li Zhongcheng. If he continued like this, he would have no choice but to serve as the Jiedushi of Beiting for the rest of his life.
In the afternoon of this day, Li Siye led everyone to rehearse in the school grounds under a pergola. He held a suona in his left hand and a reed stick in his right hand, holding it high and waving it. Four shirtless drummers began to beat the drums, starting from the first sound
The slow rhythm began, and the drums started to sound like heavy hammers, as if the dust on the school ground was flying.
After the dull and powerful prelude, there should have been a continuation of the sound of the guzheng, but the person playing the guzheng had not been found yet, so he had to continue it with the sound of the flute. Li Siye raised his head and played the suona.
He had just finished blowing for half a paragraph when he lowered his head and saw his maid Dao Rou standing not far away. Her hands were tightly grasping her sleeves and her feet were firmly planted on the ground, as if she was trying to control her legs not to move.
His breath was interrupted for a moment, and the sound of the suona stopped suddenly. It felt like the accompaniment of the guzheng was missing, and the smell was missing.
Li Siye put down the suona and sighed with regret, turned to ask her, "Did the lady ask you to come here?"
There seemed to be little stars in Daorou's eyes, and she looked at him with a flushed face, and she even stuttered when she spoke: "No, Alang, I just came over to take a look."
"Yeah," Li Siye nodded indifferently and signaled the four drummers and flute players to prepare to do it all over again.
Daorou suddenly saw the zheng lying on the table, pointed at it curiously and asked: "Isn't there a Qin Zheng here? Why didn't I see anyone playing it?"
"Oh, I haven't found a musician to play the zither yet, so I can only leave it empty."
She mustered up the courage and recommended herself: "Alang, can I take the place of the musician?"
Li Siye asked, half questioning and half surprised: "Can you play Qin Zheng?"
"Alang, you can let me try it out first."
Daoju walked gracefully behind Qin Zheng, sat down cross-legged, rolled up her sleeves, and touched the strings with both hands. It was obvious from the movement of her hands that she had received training. Her fingers were playing with the strings.
, a song "Mountains and Flowing Water" flowed from the fingers.
None of the four soldiers understood it very well. Only the old man who played the flute stood aside and shook his head, enjoying himself. The sound of the piano danced, clear and sweet, as if there was really a river flowing in his ears.
At the end of the song, the old man clapped his hands and praised: "To be able to play Qin Zheng to such a proficient level at such a young age is indeed a gift and a lot of hard work."
Li Siye also clapped, pretending to be an expert, he nodded approvingly and said: "That's right, but I want you to play the rhythm faster, follow the drum beat twice and beat twice, they are all the same tune, but each note should be louder than the other.
Stronger.”
Because he doesn't understand guzheng, he can only express this feeling. As for the conversion from simple musical notation to Gong Shang Jiao Yu Wei, he himself can't understand it and cannot translate the music.
"Is that so?" She twirled her fingers and played on the Qin Zheng. She hooked her two fingers on the strings and lightly touched them before releasing them. The speed and rhythm were very fast. As expected, each sound was stronger than the other.
Li Siye suddenly felt sour. His musical talent was really not something that could be denied. He decided that after selling this piece to the emperor, he would never make music again and just be his own governor.
Daorou raised his head and asked with a smile: "Alang, why don't you try it with the sound of drums?"
"good."
Li Siye waved the order, and four warriors beat the drums. The sound of the drums gradually accelerated, and then Qin Zheng followed in, with a bright and short rhythm, followed by the sound of the transverse flute. Li Siye raised the suona and played it brightly and powerfully.
The sound of the suona broke in, covering all the tones, and heralding the climax of the music... and then the song ended.
He began to point out the shortcomings of the performance just now: "When the Qin Zheng sounds, your drums should be moderately reduced in intensity to keep pace with the Zheng sound. When the suona sounds, you should increase the intensity. And Lao
Sun, don't play your flute at the beginning of the prelude. It won't show up. Just wait until the suona ends and play the aftertaste."
"Let's do it all over again."
The four drummers looked strange. When Li Siye looked back, he saw Duan Xiushi, the military envoy of Han Haijun, standing not far away with an awkward look on his face. He didn't know whether he should come over or not.
Li Siye put down the suona and walked over quickly, asking Duan Xiushi with concern: "Have you encountered any difficulties, or is there something going on in the army?"
"No," Duan Xiushi looked around and said to him: "Zhongcheng, this piece of music of yours is impassioned, like thousands of horses galloping, thousands of armies overcoming obstacles, making people's blood boil, and their heroic spirit soaring into the sky. All military and drum music in the past and present cannot match it.
It’s just in case.”
Li Siye said, of course. This piece of music has been accumulated for thousands of years, and has been refined and adapted by Huang Zhan. It has already transcended the concept of time. Without the cultural inheritance of China, how could it be created out of thin air.
"If this music is played to boost morale in battle, it can be kept so that the soldiers will be full of enthusiasm and rush to the top, fighting to the death without retreating."
Li Siye knew that he didn't mean to say this, so he immediately asked: "You're not just here to praise this song, right?"
Duan Xiushi stretched his hands to the back of his neck and scratched it. He smiled and said, "I know this song is very good, but compared with your achievements and ours, it is not worth wasting your time. Since you have already compiled the song, why
If you don't leave it to others to play, now the Beiting is in ruins and waiting for renovation, and the Prime Minister cannot abandon the good and chase the bad."
Li Siye smiled: "You think that I am not doing my job properly by playing the suona. From the looks of it, it is true. But don't worry, I can assure you that this is just following the saint's hobby, and I am not really tinkering with it. I'm just
Use it to exchange for something in front of the saint, and after selling it to the saint, I will return to my role as Beiting Jiedushi."
Duan Xiushi suddenly felt complicated and unspeakable. When Li Siye played the suona music here, he felt that he was not doing his job properly and had forgotten the essential work of Zhongcheng. Now Li Siye suddenly said that composing such a piece of music was just to please the emperor, and he would abandon his craft after using it.
, and it made him feel like he was wasting his resources. His talent to create such inspiring music was only used once and then thrown away. How could he not sigh with regret?