The First Great Ancestor of the Five Dynasties

Chapter 361

Zhou Xian followed Pan Mei with his pipa in his arms and walked toward the east room where Zhu Xiu lived.

She saw four women with fluttering skirts and various musical instruments walking out of Zhu Xiu's room.

Those four women are all red-brand singers in the major music gardens of Wazi on Wangfu Street. Two of them are graceful and are actually rare beauties.

Pan Mei spent a lot of money to invite them to sing songs, but she didn't expect that she was sent away by Zhu Xiu after just two verses.

It stands to reason that they are all the top kabukis in Quyuan, and they often go to the rich and powerful families. They are also considered popular in Wangfu Street, where all kinds of Yingying, Yanyan gather, and are highly sought after. Few people will dislike the songs they sing. Nice to hear.

This time they were invited to Hongfu Tower, but they were kicked away by the guests before they finished singing a song. They must have been extremely annoyed, why were they all smiling and chattering about something when they went out.

Out of curiosity, Zhou Xian couldn't help but walk forward quickly and eavesdropped on the conversation of several tricksters.

"Oh~ Mr. Chu is so handsome, he talks interestingly, he is really interesting!"

"Only when I met Mr. Chu did I realize what it means to be graceful and graceful!"

"Wearing a white shirt, a folding fan, soft-spoken when speaking, and shining like stars when smiling~ This is the gentle and beautiful young man!"

"Hey~ You were interrupted by Mr. Chu when you were singing just now, and you looked embarrassed and annoyed. Why are you acting like a nympho now, always thinking about other people's good things?"

"Are you stupid? Mr. Chu gave half a partridge to Mrs. Liu! If I can get Mr. Chu to give me a message, I will be willing to be scolded by him ten thousand times!"

"Why is the half-queen partridge singing?"

"Ahem~ The colorful sleeves are holding the jade bell diligently. Back then, I was drunk and beautiful. I danced to the moon in the willow tower, and sang to the wind under the peach blossom fan! It's so beautiful! Mr. Chu really understands the thoughts of our daughter's family!"

"Handsome, young and rich, and good at reciting poems, Mr. Chu is simply the man of my dreams! How come I have never heard of a relegated immortal figure like Mr. Chu in Jiangning City before?"

The four Quyuan girls were chattering excitedly, praising the Mr. Chu they saw to the sky.

Zhou Xian's pretty face changed after hearing this, and he bit his thin lips and was secretly annoyed.

The damn evil man was so gentle and polite to a group of singers, but why did he always make things difficult for her and speak frivolously to her?
Zhou Xian simply doubted whether the Chu Xun they saw was the evil person he knew?
Pan Mei glanced at Zhou Xian, smiled, and walked forward quickly. Her big black-haired hands clung to the soft waist of a delicate lady, and said with a low smile: "How many ladies are you willing to do this alone?" Someone sing a song?"

The trickster whose waist was held by Pan Mei feigned anger and pushed him away, rolling his eyes at him sweetly: "This official, if you want to listen to the music, you have to pay an additional twenty guan!"

Another trickster said with a smile: "My lord, please don't misunderstand us, we sisters only perform arts, but we don't sell our bodies!"

When Pan Mei heard this, she was discouraged. She glared and cursed: "Hurry up! I just want to see your bodies and don't want to listen to you guys singing!"

"Haha, this bearded and red-faced man is so rude!"

"How come Mr. Chu has such an entourage around him?"

"Oh~ I feel so sorry for Mr. Chu!"

Several ladies came downstairs laughing.

Pan Mei stepped into the room and shouted: "Sir, they said they only show off their skills, not their bodies! You have given away so much reward money, and you have lost a lot of money!"

Zhu Xiu picked up the tea cup and tasted it, and said with a smile: "There is no difference between a prostitute and a prostitute. They are just of different grades and have different target customers. Most of the prostitutes in these Quyuan are from the Jiaofang, and they are usually served by maids and slaves. , you can easily earn more than ten guan by singing a song, and you don’t have to worry about food and drink, so you won’t sell yourself easily.

If you want to covet their bodies, you can either treat them as rich and powerful men who can't afford to offend them, or you can pretend to be more polite, play the piano, recite poems and make poems to please the beauties. Naturally, the door will be opened for you now. '! "

Pan Mei glared and said, "I, old Pan Kesi, can't do anything! I can only choose the first path, be a big man and ask these little beauties to play the flute and sing for us!"

The two looked at each other and laughed obscenely and weirdly at the same time.

Zhou Xian, who followed Pan Mei through the door, obviously didn't understand the meaning of the two guys' slang, and said angrily: "You actually use Du Gongbu's poem to describe the playfulness of a playboy. It's really a big deal." Insult!"

Pan Mei winked at Zhu Xiu, resigned, and closed the door.

Zhou Xian stood at the door of the room with his pipa in his arms, far away from Zhu Xiu, glaring at him angrily, and peeking at the door from time to time, as if he was ready to run away at any moment.

Zhu Xiu stretched out his hand and motioned for her to sit down at the table opposite him. Zhou Xian snorted and ignored him.

Zhu Xiu didn't force himself, shook the folding fan and said, "Can E Huang hear the song they sang just now?"

Zhou Xianming's eyes were filled with anger, and he protested against Zhu Xiu calling her by her maiden name, but unfortunately he was ignored for a while.

"I'm not deaf, of course I heard it." Zhou Xian replied angrily.

"Hehe, what does Ehuang think of that song?" Zhu Xiu asked leisurely.

Zhou Xian mocked: "The lyrics are pretty good, but the composition of the music is a mess. The lyrics of that song don't match, it's like several short sentences spliced ​​together."

"Ehuang is indeed a master of music, and he hit the nail on the head!" Zhu Xiu stroked his palms and did not hesitate to praise him.

"Humph!~"

Jooheon snorted arrogantly.

Zhu Xiu said seriously: "Why don't you ask Emperor E to recompose this piece?"

Zhou Xian frowned and said, "Who wrote the lyrics and music for this song? Why did you compose the music?"

Zhu Xiu coughed lightly, shook his folding fan and said leisurely: "The lyricist is none other than me!"

Zhou Xianming's eyes froze, then he chuckled: "You? What a joke! Don't think that you know poetry just because you have read a book for two years! Couldn't you have written that half of Partridge Sky as well?"

Zhu Xiu nodded as he should: "Not bad!"

Zhou Xian laughed so hard that his flowers trembled, and he sat aside with his pipa in his arms without any image, and bent over with laughter.

Zhu Xiu's face was indifferent and he allowed her to ridicule him wantonly.

“I don’t know where I bought the poems from, but I still dare to claim to be the author without any shame!”

Zhou Xian's tone was extremely sarcastic, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances he had suffered these days.

“You should have integrity as a human being, and you shouldn’t take things that don’t belong to you just for the sake of vanity!
I have seen too many naughty kids like you who spend a lot of money to buy poems in Jiangning City!It's just for a little fame, to fill up face, and live up to his image as a scholar.

In fact, people like you are just embroidery pillows and have no real talent at all!
What I, Jooheon, despise the most are people like you! "

Zhou Xiansu's chest heaved and he embraced the pipa, his thin lips opened and closed quickly, and he let out a series of laughing sounds, all kinds of sarcasm, sarcasm, and ridicule fell on Zhu Xiu's head unceremoniously.

Even she admired herself for having the courage to scold this evil man.

But after she finished scolding, and seeing Zhu Xiu's expressionless face, she became uneasy again, fearing that Zhu Xiu would find an excuse to bully her. "Have you finished speaking about Emperor E?" Zhu Xiu said lightly.

Zhou Xian was panicking in his heart, but on the surface he looked fearless. He snorted and continued to show his tough posture.

"Can E Huang recompose this piece of music?" Zhu Xiu continued the topic as if he had no intention of pursuing the harsh words made by the young lady just now.

Zhou Xian was a little annoyed by Zhu Xiu's cold attitude: "Can you pronounce the other half of the song Partridge Sky?"

Zhu Xiu thought for a while, cleared her throat and read casually: "After we said goodbye, we met again. I have had the same dreams as you for several times. I have only a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that we would meet again in a dream."

Zhou Xian was stunned, Zhu Xiu's clear voice echoed in his ears.

She quickly looked up the poems she had read in the past in her mind, and realized that this was the first time she had heard this poem.

Zhou Xian asked himself that he had read a lot of poems and books. If he had really seen them before, even if he could not recite them, he would still be able to leave an impression.

But this song "Partridge Sky" was indeed the first time she heard it.

"What's the full name of this poem?" Zhou Xian couldn't help but murmured.

Zhu Xiu said with a smile: "Partridge Sky Caixiu holds the jade bell diligently!"

Zhou Xian murmured and repeated, bit his lip, and looked at him with complicated eyes.

Impossible, such a moving and beautiful new word could not have been written by a villain!
Zhou Xian suddenly said angrily: "The person who sold you this new poem is the real scum among scholars! To exchange such talent and knowledge for money is really a waste!"

Zhu Xiu silently muttered in her heart: "I'm so sorry, Xiao Yan, for causing you to be scolded before you were born!"

Seeing that Zhu Xiu didn't speak, Zhou Xian said mockingly: "Since there is the second half, why didn't you read it together just now and give it to the trickster who plays the harp?"

Zhu Xiu smiled and said: "I only came up with half of it just now, but I came up with the second half after meeting Ehuang and being inspired.

Emperor E, although we have only met for the first time, in fact, you and I have had private encounters countless times in dreams, so I raised my silver lamp to illuminate the beautiful woman, in case we meet again in dreams."

Zhu Xiu cast an ambiguous look at her.

Zhou Xian's face brushed up against the red clouds. He was extremely embarrassed and stamped his feet anxiously: "You are not allowed to talk nonsense! Who, who met you in a dream?"

Zhou Xian's eyes were filled with moisture. If such frivolous words were spread, her reputation for innocence would be ruined, and others would definitely misunderstand their relationship.

Zhu Xiu chuckled, didn't continue teasing her, and said in a serious tone: "The little song just now, please Ehuang compose it again. What I want is to cry like a cry, to be sad and pitiful, to make people cry. Empathetic tune!"

"Why should I help you?" Zhou Xian quickly wiped the corners of his eyes and said with some grievances.

Zhu Xiu's face darkened and he said coldly: "It depends on the relationship between us, Daozu and Yurou. Before my patience runs out, I hope you will make a wise choice."

Zhou Xian still wanted to reply, but suddenly he came into contact with Zhu Xiu's plain but as deep as cold pool eyes. His heart couldn't help but tremble, and he lowered his head with a guilty conscience.

Suppressing all kinds of grievances in his heart, Zhou Xian complained: "How can a good piece of music be written so easily? I, I still have to adjust the pipa, and listen to those lines again."

Zhu Xiudao: "This piece of music consists of two five-jue poems and one seven-jue poem. They are called Silkworm Woman, Tao Zhe, and Chunxiang. Please listen to me read it again."

Zhu Xiulang spoke loudly and read three more poems to Zhou Xian.

Zhou Xian silently thought about it in his heart and realized that this was the first time he heard these three poems.

It is rare to see poems that speak so directly about the sufferings of the people and the hardships faced by the people. Although the poems are short and plain, their plainness contains subtle and shocking emotions.

Zhou Xian secretly applauded in his heart and couldn't help but ask: "You also wrote these three poems?"

Zhu Xiu looked at her, and suddenly smiled and said, "You're just kidding, how can I write such poems by myself?
These three poems and the poem "Partridge Sky" come from the first talented man in Jiangbei, the only disciple of Mr. Siyou, a hermit in Tanzhou, and a senior official of Zhu Xiuzhu, the Marquis of Dingyuan in the Great Zhou Dynasty! "

Zhou Xian was stunned. She had never heard of Zhu Xiu, but she seemed to have heard the name Mr. Siyou somewhere.

"Hey~ Just tell me, how could you possibly write such an emotional poem?"

Zhou Xian scoffed and muttered softly, feeling really relieved.

No matter who wrote it, as long as it's not a big evil person, it's fine.

"Okay, hurry up and compose music for me!" Zhu Xiu urged.

"What's the rush? You have to let me think about it~"

Zhou Xian glared at him angrily, held the pipa horizontally and strummed the strings, adjusting a few tunes.

She first tried to strum a short section, and then sang the three poems softly while plucking the strings quickly. Her slender fingers intertwined on the strings like flowing water, and the beautiful notes jumped up like elves, composing a shallow song. Sing a low, plaintive song
Zhu Xiu was stunned when he heard this, and the image of a silkworm woman wearing a coarse hemp skirt, working hard to raise silkworms, peeling cocoons and drawing silk, and an old man living in a simple thatched mud house, holding pottery with both hands, appeared in his mind.

Those in power and power are indistinguishable from grain to grain, and are industrious in all aspects of their lives, but they are all covered in robes, with glazed tiles covering their heads, but under their feet there is a field of corpses.
Zhu Xiu felt that his eyes were a little wet. What he wanted was a piece of music that could directly touch people's hearts.

After the song ended, Zhou Xian's mood became inexplicably depressed.

Suddenly, she saw Zhu Xiu sitting under the window sill not far away with tears in her eyes and an extremely moved expression.

Zhou Xian suspected that he was deceived. How could a villain with so much evil experience shed tears?

Why was he moved?
Is it for the humble silkworm woman and potter in the song?

He is also like a silkworm woman, crying for his own pity and misfortune?
Zhu Xiu sighed, stood up and bowed to Zhou Xian.

Zhou Xian was at a loss, his pretty face was blank.

What happened to the great villain today?
"Old Pan~"

Zhu Xiu shouted outside the house, and Pan Mei pushed the door open and entered.

"I'd like to ask Madam Zhou to write down the music score. After tonight, everyone in Jiangning City will know this music!"

Zhou Xian hesitated for a moment, then nodded and asked, "Does this piece of music have a name?"

Zhu Xiu smiled slightly: "Just call them 'all living beings'."

Zhou Xian muttered silently and nodded slightly.

Although I don’t know what Zhu Xiu intended to do with this piece of music, the meaning expressed by this piece of music is obviously to express grievances for the poor people in the world.

Zhou Xian was a little looking forward to it, but also a little nervous, wondering if the music she composed would be recognized by the world.

　Thanks to Song Bingshu and jacklee123 for the reward!grateful!Bow!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)