Daming Yinghua

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In the early spring of February in the capital city, by the hour between Shen and You, the westward sunshine had completely lost its warmth, but its molten gold-like color was far more dazzling than at noon.

This wisp of golden light passed through the peach blossom paper between the window grilles and entered the house. It intertwined with the hot air on the large wooden basin, making it more and more apparent that this small world has both the mystery of the fairy world and the human world. relaxation.

Zheng Haizhu immersed his entire body in the water, felt it for a moment, and said with satisfaction: "The water temperature is good, I can't help you."

Zhu Yuewen said: "It's not difficult. Madam is always on time. I boil the water according to the time, which makes it much easier."

Zheng Haizhu opened his eyes and looked up at him: "Yes, your arithmetic is very good. Calculating hot and cold is easier than calculating the law of twelve equals."

Zhu Yuewen saw that after the woman said this, she did not continue to look at him, but closed her eyes and enjoyed the joy of bathing in hot water, so he asked: "Madam, do you listen to the piano?"

"Listen. Is that piano that the emperor's eldest son gave you good to play?"

"I used that piano to compose a new song. What the Western missionary said is true. The piano is easier to tune than a disc-type zither."

The piano they mentioned was the clavichord brought to the Ming Dynasty by the Italian missionary Matteo Ricci.

During the Wanli period, Matteo Ricci came to Beijing to meet the saint. In addition to presenting world maps, Western oil paintings, self-ringing bells and other objects, he also presented a piano favored by European royal families.

However, this was still the predecessor of the modern piano. It was only five feet wide and had more than forty keys that could be accommodated in a wooden box.

Because it was far less eye-catching than the tall and gorgeous Ziming Bell Tower, and Emperor Wanli had no interest in music, this tribute quickly disappeared and gathered dust in the antique store north of the palace.

Last year, when Zhu Youxiao returned to Beijing from Shandong, Zheng Haizhu praised him in front of his emperor father Zhu Changluo, praising him for daring to challenge the local tycoons and giving him most of the credit for Qingtian's initial victory.

Zhu Changluo was very pleased with Longyan. Knowing that his son liked complicated gadgets, he passed word of mouth that the eldest son of the emperor could go in and out of the antique store to choose the objects he liked.

Therefore, the clavichord given by Matteo Ricci was dug out by Zhu Youxiao.

"Master Zheng, repay the favor. You gave me a self-ringing bell and this wooden box piano. Give it to the musician you brought back and let him play it for you."

At this time, Zheng Haizhu, who was in good health, soon experienced auditory pleasure.

Zhu Yuewen sat in front of the Arhat couch not far away, tapping the keys of the piano.

It turns out to be a tune with a small flavor, and the melody is not weird at all.

After all, he was Zhu Zaiyu's disciple. Because he understood the principle of twelve equal temperaments, he quickly figured out how to play the piano.

Zhu Yuewen played four or five small songs that he had written before slowly standing up.

He was very keen on duration and had a good memory. Based on experience, he felt that the water in the basin was not hot enough.

"No need to add more hot water. I've had enough. Let's go to the Arhat's bed."

Zheng Haizhu's tone was neither condescending nor flirtatious, but the meaning was clear, just like the previous times.

Zhu Yuewen took the large Songjiang cotton bath towel that he had prepared, wrapped it around the body of the woman in front of him, wiped away the remaining water drops, and then hugged her directly.

The woman naturally nibbled on the side of his neck as if she were raising her chopsticks at the dinner table.

Arriving on the Arhat couch behind the piano, Zhu Yuewen felt the lips leave the skin of his neck and softly uttered "Let me be on top."

"Yes." Zhu Yuewen responded, completely relaxing his back and lying on his back in the brocade quilt. The charcoal fire in the indoor copper basin is far less able to provide heat to the other party than the intensely entangled body.

The heat comes from the inside out.

The flames of lust transformed into countless butterflies, and their flapping wings formed a cocoon as if they covered the sky and the sun.

A few months ago, when this temporary cocoon house was built on Mrs. Zheng's initiative, Zhu Yuewen experienced obvious psychological discomfort afterwards.

His experience made him understand that his wife was indeed having sex with him, Zhu Yuewen, for the first time.

This just frustrated him.

Because after the brief discomfort caused by the pain subsided, the lady soon showed a demand that was equal to that of the man.

Moreover, after this kind of demand is satisfied, there is no subsequent emotion at all.

The lady would look into his eyes and express her joyful feelings, but when her breath calmed down, she would gently tell him that she would not come back in the next ten days because she would never have an unexpected pregnancy.

"When you are ruthless, you will never be deeply in love." Zhu Yuewen interpreted this meaning, and when thinking of his own identity and situation, he inevitably felt that his dignity had been compromised.

Isn't he the same as the face of the queen thousands of years ago, or the little songs that the father-in-law likes to cultivate nowadays?

However, Mrs. Zheng saw his hidden indifference and awkwardness the second time she came.

To Zhu Yuewen's surprise, his wife did not become angry or walk away on the spot. Instead, she directly expressed her gratitude to him.

"Mr. Zhu, it's not surprising that women are thinking about this matter just like you men. I won't go to the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion, let alone a man who has official business dealings or a business partnership. Therefore, you It’s really rare. You are a musical hermit who has jumped out of the three realms. You are the piano that can smoothly change the key and solve my problem."

"So, Madam, you are not looking down on me and treating me as a plaything?" Zhu Yuewen asked.

"You are completely wrong," Zheng Haizhu said. "I will only treat enemies as prey, and will never treat harmless people as playthings. Mr. Zhu, your view of men and women should be the same as your view of music." The view is the same, but more broad. We don’t only have two kinds of relationships: marriage or breeding.”

Zhu Yuewen calmed down: "Okay, I'll try."

So, from winter to spring, Zhu Yuewen slowly adapted to this relationship, and gradually realized that it was wonderful.

There is no deep love, no group of wives and concubines, and no future for children and grandchildren. These words in the book make the ears go numb. In Zhu Yuewen's case, they have changed from distant to false, and then from false to false. Not worth mentioning.

Simple physical comfort made him feel as free as flying in the air.

At this moment, after the two of them were finally satisfied again, Zheng Haizhu sat up wrapped in a brocade quilt, tied her messy hair back into place, and then said to Zhu Yuewen: "If someone really knows it, I won't be afraid, even if it comes to the emperor." In front of the emperor, I can also stand on the truth. The reason why I comb myself is that I will not marry, not that I will not find men to have sex with. This move neither harms the country or the people, nor does it break up marriages and dig graves. When political opponents point it out, it is just public revenge."

Zhu Yuewen used his hand as a pillow and said slowly: "How can I be afraid? I am not married and you are not married. There is no written in the law of the Ming Dynasty that you will be jailed for this matter? If someone pokes you in the spine, just poke it. Go ahead, if you can break your backbone just by gossiping, you won't have to send troops to fight the Tartars, you can just find a few censors to yell at them."

Zheng Haizhu smiled, remembered something, and added: "You have written a big song later. If you want to find a band, I completely agree. Don't worry about the money, I will give it to you."

Since Zhu Yuewen understood that Mrs. Zheng supported him rather than supported him, he had naturally passed the threshold in his heart, so he did not respond to the mention of money to her.

"I was just about to tell you that I want to use the huqin to match this Western piano, so I have to hire a few luthiers."

As Zhu Yuewen said this, he also got off the bed. He was about to tie up his clothes and go get the music score he had written to show Zheng Haizhu, when he heard a noise outside the hospital.