Love Affairs in Chang'an - Chapter 317

Chapter 317 Lanzhou Hong
Princess Gaoyang accompanied Imperial Concubine Yin De and left the Black Tortoise Palace to meet Li Shimin. Imperial Concubine Yin De also took out a jewelry box that was covered in dust and dressed up, wanting to change back into the glorious Imperial Concubine De who was overwhelmingly beautiful.

Qin Mubai didn’t stay any longer and left the palace first.

He didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing for Concubine Yin De. He only knew that Imperial Concubine Yin De did not belong to the Protector’s Heavenly Monastery or the Great Horn Temple. To her, the empty door of Buddhism and Dao was just a place to rest after the journey of her life, so she could not end up in the end. Perhaps she was the grass under the spider web in front of the Buddhist temple that had persisted for three thousand years, or perhaps she was an infatuated person who had been exposed to the wind for five hundred years and sunshine for five hundred years. She had her own pursuits and the world, and anyone could deceive her, but she could not deceive herself.

She tore off her disguised plain robe and continued her life as Consort De, completing her destiny in this life … Compared to looking up for three thousand years and being exposed to the sun for a thousand years, what was it?

Perhaps this was Imperial Concubine Yin De’s comprehension.

Qin Mubai would never be able to fully understand Concubine Yin De. Perhaps her heart was filled with peace and tranquillity, or perhaps it was the magnificence of the sea and the stormy waves.

What does it matter? A scholar who had seen the Three Generations Mirror would recover from his illness, so why would Qin Mubai be so obsessed with Imperial Concubine Yin De’s life? He also knew that he wasn’t a good man or woman. He wouldn’t have completely changed his outlook on life and values because of Master Qingshan’s words. He wouldn’t have an epiphany like Imperial Concubine Yin De and sighed like Princess Gaoyang.

However, his heart was still a little heavy.

It could not be said to be sad, nor could it be said to be relaxed. It was just a kind of sadness. His heart, which seemed to have been bustling and frivolous for a long time, had indeed settled down quite a bit at this moment.

Men just needed to settle down. Perhaps Grandmaster Qingshan was right. Qin Mubai indeed had Buddhist roots.

Leaving the palace at dawn. The streets of West City were as bustling as ever. This was one of the busiest streets in the world.

As for the Qin Immortal Pavilion, it was a bright pearl in the Western City. Whenever this happened, the place would be filled with the top poets and geniuses of Chang’an and the politicians and generals who were making waves in the world.

The Imperial Court is a great stage of history, directing the rise and fall of the nine continents; The Qin Immortal Pavilion was a gathering place of high-class figures in Chang’an, leading the Great Tang Dynasty to the end of its romance. Don’t be surprised to see the royal family dancing with the waiter, the prime minister of the current dynasty, and Luo Souzi’s wine essay.

Without these, it wouldn’t be the Qin Immortal Pavilion.

It was not an exaggeration to describe the current Qin Immortal Pavilion. When Qin Mubai passed by the door, he couldn’t help but stop and watch.

There was no waiter waiting on horses at the entrance, There was no second-rate whore standing at the door with her breasts exposed to attract guests. There was only a tall jade statue of a woman with a hazy face and a white veil. The hairpin had an exquisite body and a pipa. The lotus finger held an amber jade cup. Her eyes were half-drunk and half-closed. It was exquisite.

There was quite a drunken charm of a noble imperial concubine.

On the glittering streets of West City, the statue stood on the streets, standing out from the rest of the crowd.

It was said that this statue was made entirely out of Lantian white jade, and the gold and silver jewelry on the woman’s body was also real. The amber cup in his hand was a tribute treasure personally chosen by Emperor Li Shimin from his Treasure Pavilion when the Qin Immortal Pavilion was renovated and opened. Every morning, regardless of whether it was windy or rainy, the people of the Qin Immortal Pavilion would pour a cup of Qin Immortal Wine into that cup to serve the gods and immortals. Then, in the middle of the night, the cup was taken off for auction, and the highest bidder got it. Regardless of whether it was covered in dust or half of the rain or snow, it would also become a good collection because it was drunk by immortals.

Seeing the Qin Immortal Pavilion again today, Qin Mubai sighed with emotion. He remembered that when he first met Wu Meiniang, the Qin Immortal Pavilion was still called “Number One Wine Under Heaven”, but it was just an ordinary restaurant in the western city. Three or four years passed in a flash, and the wine shop sparrow became a phoenix. Qin Mubai himself had also changed from a young boy who had just entered an official career to a very important “big shot”.

The corner of Qin Mubai’s lips curled into a faint smile. Qin Mubai could not understand the meaning behind his smile. However, he made a fool of himself and walked towards the Qin Immortal Pavilion.

In Chang’an, those who could enter the Qin Immortal Pavilion were not small characters. Along the way, everyone cast a gaze of concern and envy. Most likely, they were guessing that this young man was either a second-generation playboy of a royal duke or a genius that had appeared on this year’s rankings.

However, Qin Mubai had a thought in his heart. It was getting late. It should be a good idea to pick up Yao’er and “go home from work”.

The gate to the Qin Immortal Pavilion was actually tightly closed. It was as if it wanted to conceal the prosperity and luxury of this world, not enough for ordinary passers-by in West City to provoke.

He walked to the door and was about to knock when the door opened automatically.

“Mechanism?” Qin Mubai was stunned.

In the next second, a young woman wearing a pink dress appeared in front of him. She wore a veil and danced gracefully. Yun Xiu spread out in front of Qin Mubai, signaling him to step on her Yun Xiu and walk in.

On the left and right, there was a row of waiters dressed in men’s attire. They cupped their hands and pointed inwards, “Please.”

Qin Mubai stood at the door and smiled.

Any woman in front of him could be regarded as “peerless”. However, there were too many “peerless colors” gathered together, so it did not look stunning. It only reminded people of … wine pools, meat forests, and selling caves.

Unfortunately, the Qin Immortal Pavilion would never run a meat business. Perhaps this was precisely Wu Meiniang’s brilliance.

“Lost” and “not obtained” are perhaps the most precious things in the eyes of most people. Women were no exception.

Qin Mubai was stunned for less than three seconds when a figure flashed past him and shouted, “Get out of the way unless you enter!”

The man was half drunk and staggered over to Qin Mubai. He took out two money bags and sprinkled them all over the place. Most likely, they landed on the dancing kabuki’s sleeve.

“Haha, isn’t this daddy coming in again? Isn’t it just money? What’s so great about it!” He laughed maniacally.

Instead of ordinary copper coins, it was neatly polished silver biscuits.

The two rows of women neatly put down their hands and suddenly rushed forward to catch the man, throwing him out with all their might!

To think that Kong Wu was actually powerful, it was obvious that he possessed martial arts!

The man was thrown backwards and fell on the open ground in front of the gate of the Qin Immortal Pavilion. He let out a burst of laughter on the road, which was obviously common. The dancing kabuki shook the cloud sleeve in his hand, gathering all the silver biscuits into his sleeve like a magic trick and tossing them into the air. Gold and silver filled the sky with flowers, rain, wine, and wine landed beside the man.

“The Qin Immortal Pavilion is not a place to hide dirt. Don’t come back in the future!” The kabuki woman put away her sleeves and spread them out again, “General Qin, please!”

Qin Mubai laughed with interest, “You know me? Who is this man?”

“General, the first thing anyone who enters the Qin Immortal Pavilion to do is to remember the respects of the Wu Dong Clan and General Qin.” The kabuki woman crawled on the ground and respectfully said, “This man is the son of the assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites. After drinking, he will lose his sexuality and be underestimated in the shop. Therefore, the shop will no longer allow him.”

“Interesting.” Qin Mubai couldn’t help but laugh. Looking back, the half-drunk man stood up silently, picked up the silver biscuits on the ground, and staggered into the crowd. He didn’t curse at all.

Just as Qin Mubai stepped on the woman’s cloud sleeve and walked in, Wu Yuanqing, the shopkeeper of the Qin Immortal Pavilion and Wu Meiniang’s brother, personally welcomed him. He was overjoyed and flattered as he said, “Mubai, you really came!”

“Yes, it’s me.” Qin Mubai smiled and said, “Good job.”

“No matter where, it’s all because of Mubai and Mama Mei’s ability that the Qin Immortal Pavilion has today’s scene.” Although he was Qin Mubai’s uncle-in-law, Wu Yuanqing clearly had the tone and tone of a migrant worker. He carefully smiled apologetically and didn’t dare to lose the slightest bit of courtesy.

“I’m just here to take a walk. You should be busy!” Qin Mubai waved his hand to show that he didn’t need to exaggerate. Many of the drinkers sitting in the Great Tang enjoying the large-scale musical were already paying attention to him.

Wu Yuanqing was a little nervous, so he bowed and obediently retreated. “Then … Mubai, please do as you please. Anyway, it’s the same here as at home. Haha …”

Today, the lobby of the Qin Immortal Pavilion was several times larger than before. What he saw was a stage several feet tall in front of him. There were several women performing the Jiangnan Green Waists Soft Dance, playing the elegant music of silk and bamboo. Below the stage, there were many small squares to sit on. The drinkers drank in twos and threes. Among them, there were many people Qin Mubai looked familiar with. There were also many officials of the fourth and fifth ranks of the current dynasty.

On normal days, most of these officials had already come forward to greet Qin Mubai. However, the Qin Immortal Pavilion was like a paradise. As long as one entered this gate, they would be treated the same size as their peers. As long as you can enter this door, even if you are just a destitute official, you can still hook your shoulders and call yourself brother when you meet the prime minister of the current dynasty. Of course, the prerequisite is that you have such a good relationship.

Therefore, many people in the hall raised their cups to Qin Mubai with a smile. Although their expressions were somewhat surprised and eager, none of them came forward to get close to Qin Mubai. Everyone obeyed their current status as Qin Xian Pavilion’s drinkers.

Perhaps this was the atmosphere that belonged exclusively to the Qin Immortal Pavilion. At this point, no one should play any big cards, and no one should belittle themselves. Drink the same wine and listen to the same music. If the son of the assistant minister of etiquette breaks the rules, he will be kicked out like garbage.

Qin Mubai was secretly amused, “What made Wu Meiniang so creative and domineering?” The Qin Immortal Pavilion is even more arrogant and arrogant than me!

A waitress walked over to Qin Mubai and bowed to him. “What would General Qin like?” She asked.

“Find a clean attic for me to sit in and have some tea.” As Qin Mubai spoke, he naturally walked upstairs and instructed, “Oh, summon Yao’er to sit with me.”

A look of horror flashed in the waitress’ eyes, but after a moment, she regained her calm and gently cupped her hands, “General, please follow me.”

Naturally, Qin Mubai did not know that it was almost impossible for the current Qin Immortal Pavilion to ask Dong Yao’er to accompany him personally. Perhaps she was only showing astonishment out of habit, but Qin Mubai had a taste from her expression, so it was not difficult to understand why Han King Li Yuanchang was so obsessed with Yao’er.

Men all have the desire to conquer. The more they reject a woman who is unreachable, the more they have the desire to overwhelm her. This may not have much to do with the beauty of the woman herself. Perhaps Li Yuanchang’s gaze on Yao’er was precisely this kind of mentality.

Later, she led Qin Mubai to an elegant pavilion on the second floor. The pavilion’s name was “Three Immortals”.

“General, this pavilion is rarely opened. The owner said that only if she comes personally or General, you are allowed to open it.” The waiter said, “Also, the three fairies of the Qin Immortal Pavilion gather in this room once a month to learn from each other. Every time, it is the grand ceremony of the Qin Immortal Pavilion. The three fairies will perform together once and play the pipa music personally taught by the general. Those who can enter the Qin Immortal Pavilion on on this day … Man Chang’an, no more than two hundred people.”

Qin Mubai thought of someone and asked, “Has Hanwang been here before?”

“He always comes at this time.” The waiter replied, “Furthermore, they have to be the closest to the stage. For this reason, they didn’t hesitate to turn hostile with the prince’s son-in-law, Lieutenant Sun Chong. In the end, they were both thrown out.”

‘”Heh” Qin Mubai smiled indifferently. “It’s fine, you go and do your work!”

“Yes” The waiter retreated.

Qin Mubai walked into the room. Actually, the reeling in the room was the same as when he was the number one wine in the world. It didn’t change in the slightest. The ordinary yellowed wall and the old couch were still there, and he could still vaguely imagine the seating times and scenes when he hugged Yao’er and taught her how to play the pipa with his hands.

Qin Mubai couldn’t help but smile softly, “Mother Mei is really considerate …” The fragrant jade face of Wu Meiniang that he had dreamed of appeared in his mind.

“I haven’t seen her for a year. How is she now?”

Just as Qin Mubai sat down, he heard familiar footsteps approaching from afar. It was Yao’er, whose eyes had lost their luster, but she was still able to walk lightly.

“Third Brother!” Yao’er walked in with a pleasant surprise in her voice, “Why are you here today?”

In front of the guests of the Qin Immortal Pavilion, Yao’er, who was one of the Three Fairies and was entrusted by Wu Meiniang to be in charge of power, was like Fairy Li Chen, who didn’t have the slightest trace of fireworks. But facing Qin Mubai, she was always humble and respectful.

It was like the grass under the spider web in front of the Buddha.

Yao’er came alone. She held a teapot in her left hand and a small food box in her right. She turned around and hooked the door with her feet. She walked straight towards Qin Mubai.

Qin Mubai had always been puzzled. Her eyes couldn’t see at all. Why was she always able to identify her location at the first possible moment?

“Yao’er, are you happy?” Qin Mubai smiled.

“Of course. It’s rare for third brother to come!” Yao’er replied with a smile. She poured him some tea and arranged some fresh fruits and delicate snacks. “Has Third Brother eaten dinner yet? Do you want some wine and dishes?”

“No need, I’m full.” Qin Mubai narrowed her eyes and smiled, “I’m just here to pick you up.”

Yao’er’s hand froze, and the tea almost leaked out of her cup.

“What’s wrong? I’m surprised?”

Yao’er bit her lips and smiled, “A little. Third Brother, do you want to listen to the music?”

“Have you got any new songs lately?” Qin Mubai took a sip of tea and asked.

“Yes! I just want Third Brother to give me some pointers.” After saying that, Yao’er got up and took out a pipa hanging on the wall. “Third brother, this is the pipa you taught me to play when we first met that day.”

Qin Mubai smiled and said, “If you have any new music, play it for me.”

“Alright. This song was created by me. I’m sure … it’s not too good. Third Brother, don’t make fun of it.” Yao’er sat down in front of Qin Mubai with her pipa in her arms. She caressed the strings with her hands, as if she was caressing a lover. She 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 laugh, “Good song name.”

Yao’er’s face turned a little red. Her fingers trembled slightly and she accidentally drew out a sudden note.

“I’m in a bad mood. How can I play such a good tune?” Qin Mubai smiled and said, “Yao’er, are you worried?”

“Ah? … No!” Yao’er was instantly shocked and panicked. She murmured, “Could it be that Third Brother knows … what kind of tune is this before he even listens to it?”

“I was just trying to guess.” Qin Mubai said, “Hong, is he the Hong Yan Passage’s Hong? Lanzhou? There’s no need to explain. This should be a song that you miss about the expeditionary soldiers, right? Poor Wu Ding River’s bones are still in your best friend’s dreams. Your family is out there, and your wife and children are leaning on the door to worry about you. Isn’t that how you feel?”

“Third Brother is so smart …” Yao’er lowered her head timidly and murmured, “It seems like I don’t have to play this tune anymore. No matter what, I can’t surpass Third Brother’s artistic conception.”

“Play.” Qin Mubai smiled and said, “The music that belongs to me, expressing my true feelings, is the best music.”

“Mm” Yao’er answered, took a deep breath and calmed down, and began to play leisurely.

Qin Mubai held the tea and listened quietly.

To be honest, the objective evaluation of the music melody of Lanzhou Hong was indeed unable to surpass the two melodies of Spring River Flowers and Moonlit Night and Overlord Destroying Armor. Lanzhou Hong, the early beginning of the wind of martial music, impassioned majestic, it should be depicted when the army went out to the grand scene; The middle chapter is a transition, clanging and gentle coexistence, a strong and gentle iron bones and gentle intestines.

This reminded Qin Mubai of the time when she had just left Chang’an for Lanzhou and missed her family. At the banquet when they first arrived in Lanzhou, many people were drunk. The sound of the flute sounded in the night sky, and many soldiers wept … This scene was vivid in their eyes.

Qin Mubai raised the teacup in front of her mouth and stopped. He was completely trapped in the wind.

The end of the chapter was a typical song of sorrow and resentment. It was clearly a description of the family members who were looking forward to it and were worried about the soldiers who were fighting outside.

Lingering sentimental, profound artistic conception, deep feelings, intense meaning.

Qin Mubai couldn’t help but cast her gaze towards Yao’er’s face. Under the gentle candlelight, her beautiful face and absent-minded eyes could never connect her with the overwhelming beauty of the country. However, the fiery and sincere affection hidden beneath her elegance made her bright and moving.

If there really was a “close friend” in the world, Qin Mubai could confirm without hesitation that he was Yao’er’s close friend. At least at this moment, he was.

He could tell the unbroken friendship contained in her song and watched silently with selflessness and selflessness. Perhaps she had never romantically and persistently looked up to the Buddha under the spider web for three thousand years and told him all her wishes and obsessions. She was more like an inconspicuous or even a little humble dog-tailed grass growing on the roadside, dancing with the wind in summer, reflecting red flowers, sleeping with snow in winter, and returning to dust.

Her arrogance and dust, wind does not listen, flowers do not ask, changan does not understand; Her loneliness and persistence had always been buried deep in her heart and had nothing to do with Feng Hua and Xue Yue.

When it was just a song, Qin Mubai understood her.

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly became very quiet. The large-scale singing and dancing outside the pavilion seemed to have stopped. The surging atmosphere in the hall seemed to have instantly cooled down, and the entire Qin Immortal Pavilion was actually quiet.

Everyone looked at the inconspicuous room at the right corner of the second floor, which seemed a little shabby and incompatible with the entire luxurious restaurant.

Look up.

“Alright” Surprisingly, the entire restaurant erupted with waves of applause and applause, shaking the world inside and outside the building. The people on the streets of West City looked on in astonishment. They saw many people who could not enter the Qin Immortal Pavilion, standing under the western wall with their necks stretched out, looking up at the window with the pipa sound floating out. They clapped their hands and cheered desperately, as if they were drunk.

The crowd was on the verge of boiling.

Qin Mubai gently put down the teacup and looked at Yao’er with a smile.

Yao’er’s expression was a little awkward, her face flushed red, and she lowered her head.

“You’ve already surpassed me, Yao’er.” Qin Mubai smiled and said, “Did you hear that? I haven’t seen him yet, but the entire Chang’an is cheering for you!”

Yao’er hugged the pipa tightly as if she was afraid that it would be snatched away. She bit her lips lightly and said in a voice so low that she could only hear herself, “Even if you can move a city, what’s the use? In the end … you still can’t move the heart of that god. Because I’m just a mortal.”

Qin Mubai looked at Yao’er and smiled.

At this moment, in his eyes, Yao’er, whose face was slightly red and eyes were gray, was even more attractive than the drunken imperial concubine who had drunk with the gods outside the building.

Sparrow to Phoenix?

Such a thing was not just a legend.