[Well, keep asking for red tickets~! ]
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Princess Gaoyang accompanied Concubine Yinde and left the Xuanwu Palace to see Li Shimin. Concubine Yin De also took out the dusty jewelry box to dress up, and wanted to transform back into the radiant Concubine De who was the most beautiful Empress.
Qin Mubai didn't stay long, excused himself and left the palace.
He didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing for Concubine Yin De. He only knew that Concubine Yin De did not belong to the Protectorate Tenno Temple or the Dajiakuan Temple after all. For her, Buddhism, Taoism, and Buddhism are just a resting place during the hurried journey of life, not a final destination. Maybe she is the grass under the cobweb in front of the Buddhist temple that has been clinging to for three thousand years, or maybe she is the infatuated person who has been exposed to the wind for five hundred years and the sun for five hundred years. She has her pursuit and the world, and anyone can deceive her. She can't deceive herself alone.
She tore off her disguised plain robe and continued her life as the Virtuous Concubine, fulfilling her destiny in this life... What does it mean compared to three thousand years of admiration and thousands of years of wind and sun
Perhaps this is Concubine Yin De's realization.
Qin Mubai can never fully understand Concubine Yin De. Her heart may be the peace of a world of flowers, or it may be the majesty of the sea.
What does it matter? The scholar who looked at the Mirror of Three Worlds will recover from his illness in one day, so why should Qin Mubai be obsessed with the life of Concubine Yin De? He also knew that he was not a good man or woman. He would not completely change his outlook on life and values because of Master Qingshan's words. He would not have an epiphany like Concubine Yinde or shed tears like Princess Gaoyang.
However, my heart is still a little heavy after all.
It can't be called sad, nor can it be called relaxed, just a kind of heaviness. It seems that the frivolous heart that has been around for a long time has indeed settled a lot at this moment.
Men just need to settle down. Perhaps Master Qingshan was right when he said that Qin Mubai did have Buddhist roots.
Leaving the palace, just as the lanterns were lighting up. The West Market Street is as lively as ever. This is one of the most prosperous markets in the world today.
Qinxian Pavilion is a pearl in the West Market. At this time, Chang'an's top poets and talents as well as politicians and generals who are making waves in the world will gather here.
The imperial court is a grand stage of history, directing the rise and fall of the world; Qinxian Pavilion is a gathering place for the upper class in Chang'an, leading the Zhenguan Tang Dynasty to be extremely romantic. Don’t be surprised if you see royal relatives dancing with actresses and mistresses here, or the prime minister of the dynasty tasting wine and essays with down-and-out officials.
Without these, it would not be Qinxian Pavilion.
Towering and majestic, it is no exaggeration to describe the current Qinxian Pavilion. When Qin Mubai passed by the door, he couldn't help but stop and look.
There is no waiter at the door waiting on the horse to pick up the guests like an ordinary wine shop, nor is there a second-rate prostitute standing at the door with her breasts exposed to attract customers. There is only a jade statue on a high platform - a woman with a hazy face wearing a veil, surrounded by gold hairpins and jade. The figure is exquisitely cut, holding a pipa, holding an amber jade cup on its lotus fingers, with half-closed eyes slightly smoked by wine, which is lifelike.
It has the charm of a drunken imperial concubine.
On the brightly lit Xishi Street, which is crowded with people, this statue stands almost in front of the street, standing out from the crowd.
It is said that this statue was made of Lantian white jade by an expert who was the supervisor of the imperial court. The gold and silver jewelry on the woman's body are also real; the amber cup in her hand was from when Qinxian Pavilion was renovated and opened. Emperor Li Shimin personally selected a tribute treasure from Nanmo Kingdom from his treasure pavilion. Every morning, no matter it is windy or raining, the people in Qinxian Pavilion will fill the cup with Qinxian wine to feed the gods of all walks of life. Then at midnight, the glass of wine will be taken down and auctioned, and the highest bidder will get it. No matter whether it is full of dust or half rain and snow, it will become a collectible, just because it was drunk by the gods.
Seeing Qinxian Pavilion again today, Qin Mubai felt quite emotional about the changes in the world. I remembered that when I first met Wu Meiniang, Qinxian Pavilion was still called "The Best Wine in the World", but it was just an ordinary West Market wine shop. Three or four years passed in a flash, and the sparrow in the wine shop turned into a phoenix. Qin Mubai himself also changed from a young boy who just entered the official career to a very important... "big shot".
With a slight smile on his lips, Qin Mubai couldn't understand the meaning of his smile. It was just a coincidence, and he walked towards Qinxian Pavilion.
In Chang'an, those who can enter Qinxian Pavilion are not small figures. Everyone on the street looked at him with concern and envy, most of whom were guessing that this young man was a second-generation playboy from a certain prince's family, or a talented scholar newly admitted to the imperial examination this year.
Qin Mubai had an idea in his mind. It was getting late, so it would be a good idea to pick up Yao'er and "go home from get off work" together.
The door of Qinxian Pavilion was actually closed. As if to cover up the prosperity and luxury in this world, it is not enough for ordinary passers-by in the West City to mess with.
When I walked to the door and was about to knock on the door, the door opened automatically.
"Mechanism?" Qin Mubai was still stunned.
The next second, a young woman in a pink dress appeared in front of him. She was wearing a veil and her figure was dancing gracefully. She spread her cloud sleeves in front of Qin Mubai, signaling him to walk in on her cloud sleeves.
On both sides, there stood a row of "waiters" with beautiful faces and dressed in men's clothes. They all raised their hands and pointed inward, "Please."
Qin Mubai stood at the door and smiled.
Any woman in front of her can be regarded as "stunning". But if too many "stunning beauties" are put together, it will no longer look stunning, and it will only remind people of... wine ponds, meat forests, and gold-selling caves.
However, Qinxian Pavilion will never engage in the flesh business. Perhaps this is Wu Meiniang's brilliance.
"Lost" and "unavailable" may be the most precious things in the eyes of most people. Women are no exception.
Qin Mubai was stunned for less than three seconds when a figure passed by him and shouted, "Don't block the way if you don't want to come in!"
The man was already half drunk. He staggered past Qin Mubai, took out two money bags, opened them, and sprinkled them all over the sky. Most of them landed on the dancer's sleeves. .
"Haha, didn't I come in and be cool again? Isn't it just money? What's the big deal!" He laughed maniacally.
What was scattered was not an ordinary copper plate, but silver cakes that were polished and neatly polished.
The two rows of women put down their hands neatly, suddenly swarmed up, caught the man, and threw him away with all their strength!
Kong Wu was actually very powerful, he obviously had martial arts skills!
The man was thrown forward and fell onto the open space in front of the gate of Qinxian Pavilion. There was a burst of laughter on the road, which was obviously commonplace. The dancer shook the cloud sleeve in her hand, gathered all the silver pancakes into her sleeve like magic, and threw them flat in the air. The sky was filled with flowers, wine, gold and silver, and they all fell next to the man.
"Qinxian Pavilion is not a place where filth and evil are hidden. Don't come here again!" The dancing girl retracted her cloud sleeves and spread them out again, "General Qin, please!"
Qin Mubai smiled with interest: "Do you know me? Who is this man?"
"In response to the general's words, the first thing anyone who enters the Qinxian Pavilion to make a living is to remember the dignity of Wu Dong's family and General Qin in his mind." The dancing girl prostrated on the ground, her respectful voice sounded like a slave. He said, "This man is the son of the Minister of Rites. After drinking, he loses his temper and treats his sisters in the store, so he is no longer allowed in the store."
"Interesting." Qin Mubai couldn't help but smile. Looking back, the half-drunk man got up without saying a word, picked up the silver cakes on the ground, staggered into the crowd and left. Not even a word of curse.
As soon as Qin Mubai walked in, stepping on the woman's Yunxiu, Wu Yuanqing, the shopkeeper of Qinxian Pavilion and Wu Meiniang's brother, personally greeted him. He was extremely surprised and flattered and said: "Mubai, you are really here!"
"Well, it's me." Qin Mubai smiled slightly, "The business is running well."
"Everywhere, Mubai and Mei Niang are the only ones who are capable, and Qinxian Pavilion is what it is today." Although he is Qin Mubai's uncle-in-law, Wu Yuanqing obviously has the tone and tone of a migrant worker, and he apologizes carefully, but Dare to lose even the slightest bit of propriety and propriety.
"I'm just here for a walk, you can do your job!" Qin Mubai waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need to exaggerate. Many of the drinkers sitting in the Tang Dynasty enjoying the large-scale musical and dance drama were already paying attention.
"Then... Mu Bai, please help yourself. Anyway, when you get here, it's just like at home, hehe, hehe..." Wu Yuanqing was a little nervous, so he bowed and stepped back obediently.
Today, the lobby of Qinxian Pavilion is several times larger than before. What you see is a stage several feet high in front of you. On it, several women are performing Jiangnan green waist dance and playing silk and bamboo music. The stage was divided into many small compartments by fences, and the drinkers sat opposite each other in twos and threes to have a drink. Among them were many familiar people to Qin Mubai, as well as senior officials of the fourth and fifth ranks of the current dynasty.
On weekdays, most of these officials would have come up to greet Qin Mubai and get close to him. But Qinxian Pavilion is like a paradise. Once you enter this door, everyone will be treated equally. As long as you can get into this door, even if you are just a down-and-out official, you can still be friends with the prime minister of the dynasty. Of course, the premise is that you have this popularity.
Therefore, many people in the hall raised their cups to Qin Mubai with a smile. Although they looked a little surprised and eager, no one came forward to get close to him. Everyone abides by their status as Qinxian Pavilion drinkers.
Perhaps this is also the atmosphere unique to Qinxian Pavilion. When we get here, no one should act like a big name, and no one should belittle oneself. Drink the same wine and listen to the same music, treat everyone equally. If the son of the minister of etiquette breaks the rules, he will be kicked out like garbage.
Qin Mubai was secretly amused: What makes Wu Meiniang so creative and "domineering"? Qinxian Pavilion is even more arrogant and arrogant than me, Mr. Qin!
A female waiter walked up to Qin Mubai, raised her hands as a gentleman, and asked, "What does General Qin want?"
"Find a quiet pavilion for me to sit and drink some tea." Qin Mubai said as he walked upstairs naturally and said, "Oh, call Yao'er to sit with me."
A look of horror flashed across the female waiter's eyes, but after a moment she regained her composure and gently cupped her hands: "General, please follow me."
Naturally, Qin Mubai didn't know that in today's Qinxian Pavilion, it was almost impossible to invite Yao'er to accompany the music in person. Maybe she just showed surprise out of habit, but Qin Mubai tasted the meaning from her expression, and it was not difficult to understand why Han Wang Li Yuanchang was obsessed with Yao'er.
Men all have the desire to conquer. The more they reject a woman who is thousands of miles away, the more they have the desire to overwhelm her. This may not have much to do with the woman's own beauty. Li Yuanchang's eye on Yao'er may be due to this kind of mentality.
Later, she led Qin Mubai to an elegant pavilion on the second floor. The name of the pavilion was "Three Immortals".
"General, this elegant pavilion is rarely opened once. The owner has said that it can only be opened if she comes in person or if you come, General." The waiter said, "Also, the three fairies of Qinxian Pavilion will open it every month. There is a small gathering in this room to learn and compete with each other. At this time, it is the grand ceremony of Qinxian Pavilion. The three fairies will perform on the same stage and play the pipa music taught by the general. There are no more than two hundred people in Qinxian Pavilion... all over Chang'an."
Qin Mubai thought of someone inexplicably and asked, "Has the King of Han been here?"
"He always comes here at this time," the waiter replied, "and he wants the seat closest to the stage. For this reason, he even had a feud with the prince-in-law, Captain Sun Chong. As a result, they were both kicked out. "
"Ha..." Qin Mubai smiled indifferently, "It's okay, go and do your work!"
"Yes..." The waiter retreated.
Qin Mubai walked into the room. In fact, the decoration in the room was still the same as it was when No. 1 Wine in the World was there, almost unchanged at all. The ordinary yellowed boards and old couches are still there, and the seat where I held Yao'er in my arms and taught her how to play the pipa is still there. I can still vaguely imagine the seating arrangement and the scene.
"Mei Niang is really thoughtful..." Qin Mubai couldn't help but smile softly. The fragrant jade face of Wu Meiniang that haunted him came to mind.
"I haven't seen her for a year. I wonder how she is now?"
Qin Mubai had just sat down when he heard familiar footsteps approaching from far away. It was the Yao'er whose eyes had lost their sparkle but could still walk lightly.
"Third brother!" Yao'er walked in with surprise in her voice, "Why are you here today!"
In front of the guests of Qinxian Pavilion, "Yao'er", one of the three fairies and entrusted by Wu Meiniang to take charge of the power, looked like a Lichen fairy without a trace of fireworks. But facing Qin Mubai, she was always humble and respectful.
Just like the grass under the spider web in front of the Buddha, I keep looking up.
Yao'er came alone, holding a teapot in her left hand and a snack box in her right hand. She turned around and closed the door with her foot, walking straight towards Qin Mubai.
Qin Mubai has always wondered why she could always figure out the location immediately because she couldn't see at all.
"Yao'er, are you happy?" Qin Mubai smiled.
"Of course. It's rare for Third Brother to come here once!" Yao'er replied with a smile, while pouring tea for him and setting out several varieties of fresh fruits and exquisite snacks, "Have Third Brother had dinner? Do you want to come? Order food and drinks?”
"No, I'm very full." Qin Mubai squinted his eyes and smiled, "I'm just here to pick you up and go home with you."
Yao'er's hand froze, and the tea almost overflowed from the cup.
"What's wrong, you're surprised?"
Yao'er bit her lip and smiled slightly: "A little bit. Third brother, do you want to listen to the music?"
"Have you released any new music recently?" Qin Mubai asked as he picked up the tea and took a sip.
"Yes! I just wanted Third Brother to give me some advice." After saying that, Yao'er stood up, took out a pipa hanging on the wall, and said, "Third Brother, this is the day you taught me to play when we first met. The pipa used in music.”
Qin Mubai smiled and said, "If there is any new music, please play it and let me listen."
"Okay. This song was composed by me. It must be... not very good. Third brother, please don't make fun of me." Yao'er held the pipa and sat down in front of Qin Mubai. She stroked the string surface with her bare hands, as if caressing a lover. Obsessed, he whispered, "The title of the song is "Lanzhou Hong". It took me a year to compose it myself... "
"Lanzhou Hong?" Qin Mubai couldn't help but smile, "What a great song title."
Yao'er's face actually turned a little red, her fingers twitched slightly in fear, and she accidentally made an unexpected note.
"How can you play such a piece of music well when you are in a restless mood?" Qin Mubai smiled and said, "Yao'er, are you very worried?"
"Ah?... No!" Yao'er was suddenly a little surprised and panicked, and murmured, "Does the third brother know... what kind of music this is before he listens to it?"
"I'm just taking a wild guess." Qin Mubai said, "Hong, is it the Hong who sent the message to Hongyan? Lanzhou? There is no need to explain. This should be a song that expresses the longing for the soldiers on the expedition. Right? Poor Wuding Riverside, it’s like a girl in a spring dream. Her family is away at war, and her family is looking forward to it. Isn’t this the feeling?”
"Third brother is so smart..." Yao'er lowered his head shyly and murmured, "It seems I don't have to play this piece anymore. No matter what, I can't surpass Third Brother's artistic conception."
"Play." Qin Mubai smiled slightly, "The best music is your own music that expresses your true feelings."
"Hmm..." Yao'er responded, took a deep breath to calm down, and started playing leisurely.
Qin Mubai was holding tea and listening attentively.
To be fair, this "Lanzhou Hong" cannot be objectively evaluated based on the movement and melody alone, and cannot surpass the two soft and strong pieces of "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" and "Overlord Disarms". Lanzhou Hong, the early opening chapter has the style of martial arts, and is impassioned and majestic. It is supposed to depict the grand scene of the army's expedition; the middle chapter is a transition, sonorous and soft coexist, and it has the meaning of hardness and softness combined with iron bones and soft intestines.
This couldn't help but remind Qin Mubai of how he missed Chang'an and missed his family when he just left Chang'an for Lanzhou. At the banquet when they first arrived in Lanzhou, many people were drunk, the distant sound of flutes sounded in the night sky, and many soldiers shed tears... This scene is vivid in my mind.
Qin Mubai stopped holding the tea cup in front of his mouth. Completely caught up in the genre.
The closing chapter is a typical song of sorrow and lovesickness. It is obviously describing the family members leaning against the door and looking forward to it, and the concern for the soldiers who are fighting abroad.
Lingering and pathos, profound artistic conception, deep affection and deep meaning.
Qin Mubai couldn't help but cast his eyes on Yao'er's face. Under the soft candlelight, only her beautiful face and absent-minded eyes could be seen, which could never connect her with the alluring city. However, the fiery and sincere affection hidden under her simple elegance makes her bright and moving.
If there is such a thing as "a close friend" in the world, Qin Mubai can affirm without hesitation that he is Yao'er's close friend. At least at this moment, he is.
He heard the lingering friendship and selfless silent watch contained in her music. Perhaps she had never looked up romantically and persistently under the cobwebs in front of the Buddha for three thousand years, telling the Buddha all her wishes and obsessions. She is more like an inconspicuous and even humble foxtail grass growing on the roadside. In summer, it dances with the wind and reflects the red flowers. In winter, it sleeps in the snow and returns to the dust.
Her arrogance and detachment, the wind does not listen, the flowers do not ask, Chang'an does not understand; her loneliness and persistence have always been buried deep in her heart, and have nothing to do with the wind, flowers and snow and moon.
When the song was over, Qin Mubai understood her.
At this time, the surroundings suddenly became very quiet. The large-scale singing and dancing outside the Accord seemed to have stopped. The high-spirited atmosphere in the hall, where everyone was exchanging glasses of wine and calling friends, seemed to have suddenly stopped, and the entire Qinxian Pavilion was actually silent.
Everyone looked at the inconspicuous room on the right corner of the second floor, which seemed a bit shabby and out of place in the entire luxury restaurant.
Look up.
"Okay-" Suddenly, the whole restaurant erupted into waves of cheers and applause, shaking the world inside and outside the building. People on the West Market Street looked up in surprise. They saw many people who could not enter the Qinxian Pavilion, standing under the west wall with their necks stretched out, looking up at the window where the sound of pipa came out, clapping their hands desperately, and they were so mesmerized.
The crowd was almost boiling.
Qin Mubai gently put down the tea cup and looked at Yao'er with a smile.
Yao'er's expression was a little awkward, her face flushed and her head lowered.
"You have surpassed me, Yao'er." Qin Mubai smiled, "Did you hear that? I haven't seen you, but the whole Chang'an is cheering for you!"
Yao'er hugged the Pipa tightly in her arms, as if she was afraid that it would be snatched away. She bit her lip gently and said in a voice so low that only her own voice could touch her: "Even if it can move a city, what's the point?" After all... I still can’t move the heart of God, because I’m just a mortal.”
Qin Mubai looked at Yao'er, squinted his eyes and smiled.
At this moment, in his eyes, Yao'er, with a reddish complexion and gray eyes, was more attractive than the drunken concubine drinking with the gods outside the building.
Sparrow turns into phoenix
This kind of thing is not just a legend.