The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 161 Yu Daolian

The morning of December 17th.

In the newly renovated Xuanwei Hall, dimly lit by fog, musicians sat facing each other from east to west, playing the sounds of chimes, 緌, 鼏, 琴, 宋, 敔, 巢, xiao, and 笛. Some were gentle, some were deep. Yu Daolian, in green and white gauze, knelt on the red carpet, and struck the chimes with two graceful ladies. The combination of the two was the eight sounds of gold, stone, earth, leather, silk, wood, gourd, and bamboo. Listening carefully again, the music was the "Showa Rhythm" of the Twelve Tang Dynasty Elegant Music.

Among the musicians, graceful figures and strange fragrances were seen. Twenty dancers from the Inner Court, with purple trousers, long sleeves, lacquered buns and white robes fluttering in their clothes, had smiling eyes and covered their faces with their shoes. They spun around and raised their feet, lifted their hands and did splits. Led by Concubine Yin, they presented their newly composed piece "Gongcheng Fengyi".

As for the sage, he ate with the three Wu Zhaoyi in the midst of dance and music. At home, unlike on the battlefield where people had to eat ice and sleep in the snow, everything could be kept simple. There were rules governing food, clothing, housing and transportation, and meals were prepared accordingly. As state affairs recovered, various rules were restored. Officials inside and outside the country gained confidence and saw hope, and they also had the motivation to maintain and practice etiquette.

But the saints are still used to "eating dry".

How can you have the heart to eat when you are facing a group of dancers, singers and musicians flirting with you?
After the Showa Law was played, the workers took a short break.

The saint put down his chopsticks and called Yu Daolian to sit next to him. Perhaps because she had never been in close contact with a man in the palace, the hot breath mixed with the smell of alcohol rushed over, and Yu Daolian's breathing became faster, her face was hot, and she felt dizzy. She turned her head unnaturally and pushed the devil leaning on her chest uncomfortably: "Everyone, don't hug me so tightly..."

As a result, this turn around actually delayed the other party.

Strong and upright, qualified to be a wet nurse.

I covered my face in the middle, shook my head left and right, and sniffed deeply. Judging from my body odor, it was still a new flower.

Compared with the experienced He Yuqing, it has a unique fragrance of the first moment; it is rounder than Zhao's, tighter than Coco's, and denser than Rounu's.

"Where did the Twelve Divisions of Classical Music come from?" The saint said as he was testing you.

Yu Daolian struggled slightly, leaning forward and tightly closing his thighs, his face turning red, and controlling his throat to try not to make an ugly sound: "Sound is invisible but music has instruments. If the instruments are lost, the sound will disappear, so the musical scale is created. The musical scale is created with millet. One millet, when accumulated, becomes a measure. More grains become a sound, and heavier grains become a pound. This is the basis of musical scale... Don't be like this..."

"and after."

"Since the chaos of Han and Wei, Jin moved to the south of the Yangtze River, and China was lost. It was not until the Sui Dynasty destroyed Chen that the instruments and principles of the two Han dynasties were obtained. At that time, Yi, Hong, Yanzhi, Puming and others worked together to compile and standardize the twelve musical notes into eighty-four tunes. In the Zhenguan period, the weights and measures were revised..."

"I see." The saint fell into her arms.

The musical instruments and melodies of the pre-Qin period were lost, and the research results of the Han Dynasty were inherited by the Southern Dynasties. It was not until the Sui Dynasty that a decent music suitable for various occasions was formulated through the Six Dynasties artifacts found in the Jiankang Palace. After the establishment of the Tang Dynasty, it felt that it was not right, so it made its own set. This means that the pronunciation and music standards of the instruments of the Han and Southern and Northern Dynasties were basically abandoned. However, a large number of Zhenguan music melodies were also lost during the An-Shi Rebellion.

During the reign of Emperor Suzong, Wei Yanling from Qi handed in his collection - a handwritten copy of Zhenguan Music. The court was overjoyed and took all the musical instruments from the Ministry of Rites to polish them according to the records. However, after the test, the sound was strange and there was something wrong with the handwritten copy. As for the sage, the music used in various ceremonies was made by Yin Sun, the father of Lady Yin, a doctor of the Ministry of Rites, based on the Bangzhou data he found somewhere. He used arithmetic and hand-rubbing to measure and weigh, and thus cast twelve bells and 240 chime bells. The chime bells he was listening to now were made by craftsmen under the guidance of Yin's father, and the pronunciation was also checked by Yin's father and daughter and Yu Daolian.

The collapse of rituals and music has reached this point.

If it weren't for Dr. Yin, wouldn't the chime bells have been lost forever with the demise of the Tang Dynasty?

Could the emperors of the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties in the future experience the grand performance of chime bells and the Eight-tone Showa Law that he was listening to now?

Hiss, we have to protect these technologies.

He sat up from Yu Daolian's arms and entangled with her tongue. When Yu Daolian's breathing became heavy and she could hardly breathe, he reluctantly let go of her arms and held her face with both hands, admiring her expression of looking down and her already bloodshot ears.

I thought Wu Lingxian, who was easily attracted by love, was already the most sensitive.

Unexpectedly, Yu Daolian could not stand the blasphemy.

"Come on, I'll show you around." The saint wiped his hands on her clothes.

"I want to be on duty, but I have left my post without permission, and the Envoy is displeased."

"It's okay." If Rounu dared to get angry, he would make her lie on the railing with her buttocks sticking out and get whipped at night. Keke, a fierce wild horse from Linzhou, still succumbed to his harsh punishment.

Holding her hand, he strolled all the way to Penglai Palace.

"When did you enter the palace?"

"In the first year of Wende, he was transferred from Xiangyang to the Ministry of Rites. The next year, he was summoned to the Palace Music Department and concurrently served as the Doctor of Music at the Imperial Academy of Literature, teaching concubines."

"Has the Envoy ever said anything about me in front of you?"

"I have said before that my illness is serious, and those who are good-looking should stay away from the sage to avoid his misfortune. If you really cannot avoid him, do not shout when you receive his grace."

The saint smiled.

Is this why Rounu would rather hold his arm tightly and roll her eyes and say "No means no!" every time she was tortured than make any instinctive sound? Her strong will, just to prevent the saint from getting addicted to her, and not allowing other women to scream, was well-intentioned.

But this seemed to arouse the desire to conquer even more.

There is no doubt about it. Rounu must be beaten until her defenses are broken and she cries and begs for mercy.

Back in the study room of Penglai Palace, the saint pointed to the room and said, "It's a bit messy. You can sit anywhere."

Yu Daolian nodded. On the left wall hung a map covered with crosses and ticks. His eyes fell on the words on the right wall, and he said in a faint voice: "Don't listen to the sound of leaves being blown by the wind. Why not sing and walk slowly? A raincoat will protect you in the rain and mist."

I didn't expect that I would have to have good handwriting.

"A raincoat to protect me from the rain and mist in my life..."

Muttering silently, Yu Daolian tilted his head and looked at the man carefully.

The saint was sitting by the window, bent over his desk, squinting his eyes and concentrating on reading a memorial.

He looks cheerful on the outside, but he is lonely and carrying a lot of worries on his mind.

"What if the revival fails?" Dao Lian asked as if possessed by some unknown force.

“If one has done his best and failed to achieve his goal, he shall have no regrets.” The sage’s answer was as calm as his character.

Hearing this, Yu Daolian's expression changed slightly.

This did not match her impression of a saint.

She glanced at the files, memorials and ornaments scattered around the room, then she took light steps and started to tidy them up.

"Do you understand?" The sage asked when she picked up a volume of "Southern History". With her back to him, Yu Daolian had a calm expression and a rosy smile. She was simple and honest... In fact, she had a little knowledge: "I don't understand military and national affairs."

I touched another object.

And there are women’s underwear… sticky… belonging to the Privy Councilor.

everyone.

You are too unrestrained.

The saint coughed lightly and said with a blushing face: "The Privy Councillor is on duty here occasionally..."

Yu Daolian turned around and looked at him quietly.

The saint took the inkstone and ground the ink while reading the memorial sent by the Privy Council. It was obviously his toy, but he was still pretending to be one... Could it be that I have the qualifications to be a licker like Zhu Wen? He hurriedly lowered his head and worked.

"...Junzhou Governor Chen Xingxi respectfully reports:..." Zhu Wen, who had retreated to his old nest in a panic, was stimulated by something and personally led an expedition to Qizhou Zhu Wei. Xuan and Jin had to take the risk of leading troops to rescue him. There was less than half a month left before New Year's Eve and New Year's Day. Zhu Wen had no intention of spending the New Year at home. Was it necessary to fight so hard?
Fortunately, Ziqing sent another 15,000 infantry and cavalry to the Zhu brothers after Liu Xun led 20,000 troops to aid Yan. However, Shandong lacks advantageous terrain and pass countermeasures, which is a big problem. Without external aid, the limit is about one year.

I hope Tian Xide can come to my rescue.

In addition, Wang Yanzhang has arrived in Ruzhou to take up the post of "Jin Shangjun Defense Envoy". As soon as he arrived, he prepared for battle. Feng Xingxi was very panicked and requested to send troops to assist in defense. However, it should not be a short-term battle. A large-scale war will probably have to wait until the beginning of spring. Let's talk about it when the war really starts. The New Year is coming soon, so it's better not to test the emotional limit of the soldiers.

Yin County reported: The Tanguts, Tubo, and Miscellaneous Hu people in the territory were in turmoil, and the Yincheng Wei Wuxiong suppressed them and sent the seized cattle and sheep to the capital. Very good, they are starting to look like humans.

At the same time, Fu Daozhao, who was transferred to Shancheng Wei, rebelled. Actually, it couldn't be called a rebellion. Fu Daozhao abandoned his official post and led more than 2,000 Qi people to flee to Xihai, calling himself the Great Zanpu of Heaven and Earth. He saw no chance of "the emperor would rather have a son" in Guanzhong, so he coveted the Tibetans. It's hard to judge his ambition. Maybe he thought that since he was a scapegoat for the court, why not be his own boss?

According to the original intention of the saint, this evil beast with a thief's heart should be killed by Wu Xiong. It's annoying to watch. How capable are you, don't you have any sense of justice? But Cui Gong suggested fulfilling Fu Ze's wish and letting him fight against Tubo. Whoever dies will be happy to see it.

All right. There are quite a few captives there, and their forces are mixed. It is difficult to be a local tyrant.

Since the Fu Thief has gone completely crazy, let's see what he can do.

"Everyone, Su Rong, the Grand Master of the Imperial Household, wants to see you." The female historian Ashina Laimei knocked on the door and walked in to report.

The saint was startled.

Su Gong is back? When did he arrive in Chang'an?

"Quickly call him - no, where is he? Mr. Su is old and has difficulty walking, send guards to carry him here!" said the saint with a smile.

He was just trying it out, but he didn't expect the hunchbacked old man to be so stubborn that he actually walked all the way to the end of Dunhuang with his bamboo pole. This mission to the Western Regions would last for more than half a year, and he couldn't wait to have a good chat with Mr. Su.

After a while, the eunuch came into the hall, supporting a short, frail man.

Seeing Su Gong's frail appearance with wrinkles all over his face, the sage was suddenly deeply moved and felt guilty. Was it too inhumane to send such an old man to carry out such a hard and frustrating mission? But apart from these old men, there were few ministers in the court that he trusted, and few of them could take on important tasks. He immediately turned around and said, "Dao Lian, Dao Lian? Go and get some tea and snacks for Lai Mei."

"silver…"

The saint held him and said with a smile: "Hurry and sit down."

(End of this chapter)