Li Siye turned his body slightly, clapped his hands and said, "Drum up!"
The men entered from the corner of the stairs carrying a large cowhide drum. The drum was as tall as a person. The drum was painted vermilion and the drum stands were erected in four directions in the center of the calyx building. Daorou came on the stage holding the guzheng.
Sitting cross-legged three feet in front of the drum, he also supported the guzheng on the low frame. The flute player came forward with the flute and handed the suona in his hand to Li Siye.
Li Siye held the suona and was about to signal to the drummers behind him that they were ready to start.
An Lushan suddenly opened his eyes slightly and noticed the musical instrument in Li Siye's hand. He found that there was nothing unusual about the suona, but he frequently winked at a Zoroastrian great shaman sitting in the guest seat.
The great Zoroastrian Sabao was in a daze. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly became enlightened. He bit his lip and stood up. He bowed to Emperor Li Longji and crossed his hands: "Your Majesty."
The saint turned around and asked the great Sabao: "What can Sabao say?"
He pointed at the suona in Li Siye's hand, pretending to be hesitant and said: "Your Majesty, I have something to say, I don't know whether I should say it or not."
"But there's no harm in talking."
Dashabao's head was wrapped in a white scarf and he was dressed in white clothes. He raised his hand to stroke the black beard on his chin and stared at Li Siye's hand like an awl. This made him feel an ominous premonition in his heart.
"The music Li Zhongcheng is holding is the suona that is popular among the Sogdians in Huaiyuanfang?"
Li Siye nodded and replied: "It's the Suona."
Dashabao sighed with pretense of regret and shook his head: "Li Zhongcheng may not have understood that this suona flowed into the Western Regions from the Sasanian Persia in the past. Our Zoroastrian and Sogdian people used it as a funeral instrument, so its tone is low and sad.
. Now you should not use him at the saint’s birthday banquet.”
Li Longji's face suddenly darkened. He held the table with both hands and stared coldly at Li Siye who was standing below. Yang Yuhuan was also startled and subconsciously reached out to hold the emperor's arm.
The sinister sneer on An Lushan's lips when he was sitting on the seat disappeared in a flash, and he changed to a simple and honest face. He quickly stood up and crossed his hands towards the emperor and said: "Your Majesty, this is no wonder Li Siye, he is a Han Chinese and does not understand us Sogdians.
Customs and etiquette are excusable, and as the saying goes, he who doesn’t know is not guilty.”
Li Linfu still sat upright as usual, without moving his head or body. His hawk-like eyes patrolled between Anlu Mountain and Dashabao. He snorted imperceptibly, but he leaned back as if watching the fire from the other side.
The emperor rolled up his sleeves and said to An Lushan with rising anger: "Fat An, you don't have to smooth things over for him, but you can use it for unknown purposes. Isn't it deceiving yourself and others?"
Li Siye understood that this was the opportunity for the two Sogdians to attack him, and they were singing a harmony here. He quickly calmed down, bowed and crossed his hands and said: "Sage, please listen to me, I..."
"Are you trying to deceive me that I have never heard of it? What else is there to quibble with?"
Yang Yuhuan glanced at Li Siye worriedly and whispered from the side: "Sanlang, you are a wise king, so you must give him a chance to speak and defend himself."
"Okay! You say it! But if I say something ugly in front of you, even if you admit that you don't understand Sogdian funeral rituals, I will punish you severely for this!"
Li Siye quickly crossed his hands and thanked Yang Yuhuan: "Thank you, your concubine." He crossed his hands again and faced the emperor directly. He raised the suona in his hand with a sincere voice and said: "This is indeed a suona, but it is different from the suona that Dashabao said.
What it emits is not a low and plaintive one. Your Majesty is proficient in music theory and loves musical instruments. I have transformed this suona and made it produce a majestic and exciting sound for the palace merchants. Whether it is sad or happy depends entirely on the tone, not on the tone.
The crime of musical instruments, your majesty, please listen carefully and you will be able to discern your heart."
The anger in Li Longji's eyes cooled down a little, and he looked at him coldly and said, "Really? I started listening to palace rituals and music when I was six years old, and my ears are not generally efficacious. Then you can try to perform it, if I am here
If you hear the slightest cry among them, just wait to be exiled to Lingnan."
"Here!"
Li Siye took three steps back and stood in front of four large drums. He looked back at the drummers holding drumsticks. Their faces were full of panic and fear, because they were frightened by the scene just now. The old musician held the bamboo flute horizontally and slightly moved his fingers.
Trembling, even Dorou, who had always been calm and composed, looked up at him with a face as white as paper.
He showed them a relaxed smile, "Don't be afraid, you know the song yourself, as long as you complete it successfully."
An Lushan covered his face with a wine cup with both hands and laughed secretly. How is it possible? He has heard this suona since he was a child. The tone itself is low. No matter how much you play, how can you change its tone? A dead end.
One of them still struggled, just like the crucian carp writhing on the chopping board.
Li Siye raised three fingers above his head and counted them silently in his mind before snapping them off.
"one two three."
"Dong..." The sound of drums from all directions sounded at the same time, briefly hitting everyone's hearts like a muffled thunder.
"Dong, dong, dong." The drumbeat paused from slow to fast, and the steady rhythm vibrated in every corner of the calyx building. Li Longji stared at the big drum and slightly relaxed his brows. This was the prelude to the excitement of the war drum.
The sound of the pipa jumped in the intervals of the drums, with a simple and lively rhythm, and gradually jumped forward. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the next tune.
Li Siyeping played the suona, and the clear and high-pitched tone was like countless sharp arrows shot out of the trumpet, penetrating into the eardrums of everyone present, like a rolling wave, like the breeze passing through the pine forest, and the momentum went straight to the sky.
Li Longji's eyes widened and he stretched his forehead. The white silk in the bun on top of his head seemed to break free and rise into the sky. It seemed as if every muscle in his body was throbbing with the suona. He couldn't help but close his eyes, and his thoughts seemed to return to his mind.
More than thirty years ago.
He once led the imperial army to carry out the Tang Long coup, killing Wei Shi and Princess Anle, taking back the precarious Tang Dynasty from them, and got rid of his aunt, Princess Taiping, and truly took charge of power. In the second year of Xiantian, he was transferred to the foot of Lishan Mountain
Assembling an army of 200,000 for a military parade, with war drums beating and flags covering the sun, he was eager to reorganize the Tang Dynasty. This song is a throwback to the military parade in the past.
What a great song, "General's Order", slightly different from the one in my Liyuan Jiaofang. This one is more majestic and passionate and hits people's hearts directly! The Kunpeng spreads its wings for ninety thousand miles, and its ambition can cover the whole world.
The moment the suona music started playing, An Lushan tightened his grip on the wine cup in his hand and forgot about what he wanted to do against Li Siye. It was as if all the blood in his body was flowing back along his heart to his fat head, and the desires in his heart became more intense.
It was clear and bright. He had been timidly struggling for a certain goal for half his life, but he had never forgotten it. He was from a humble background and was so poor that he sold sheep for a living. By chance, he joined the army and climbed up cautiously.
They just want to stand high and stand at the pinnacle of power. Isn’t this what men pursue?
Even if he fails to achieve a certain ultimate goal at this time, it is worth it with his current achievements. This Li Siye is really amazing. He can create such passionate sounds, which shows that his ambition is not small.
The Jiedu envoys present here sat with their backs straightened and their backs straightened. Everyone was so ambitious that they wished they could lead their troops into battle at this moment to fight against the powerful Tibetan enemy and march straight into Luoche City.
Li Siye still held the suona with both hands and played a powerful sound. Today, it appeared in the sky, like an unparalleled rogue, surpassing the drum, surpassing the Qin Zheng, and even penetrated into the ears of the generals present with such force.
Unreasonably driving away the music they had heard before, leaving only the strongest sound in Tianbao's seven years.
The sound of the drums stopped and the sound of the flute ended. Li Siye put down the suona in his hand. Its aftertaste was still floating in the main hall of the calyx building, as if it was about to tear off the roof of the hall. Everyone knelt down and remained silent, eyes fixed.
With unbearable respect, he looked at Li Siye who was standing there, holding a suona and panting slightly.
This is the sound of the gathering of dragons and tigers. At the right time, compared with it, the so-called Sunshine Triple Formation and the Grand Formation Music seem to have turned into a majestic sound.