Tasha Lane is an extremely narrow alley with sedge grass on both sides. It is difficult for slightly larger carriages to pass through from now on.

Xiaoxiao and Ruicai walked in with their hands.

Like other streets in the Yuanlong Dynasty, a large piece of bluestone was also erected at the entrance of Tasha Lane, with the words "Sata Green" engraved on it:

In fact, objectively speaking, this alley is not very narrow. It’s just that those sedges occupy a large area. The sedges in early autumn are extremely green, and some have secretly spit out small fruits. The lush and overflowing green makes people feel like they are going to be desolate the next day.

"You just planted some sedges as expected, and you seemed to be stunned." Ruicai looked at her friend's appearance and laughed at her without realizing it.

"If it was spring, we could really walk on Sha." Xiaoxiao's hookah-like skirt brushed across these sedge grass. "I especially like Xu Hun's words that cut Qingsha and weaving raincoats."

Xiaoxiao had never paid attention to these common sedges before. Today, this sedge-covered sedges alley caused a small shock in his heart. If it were spring, it would be better. The sedges were green and tough, and you could use it to wove the straw raincoat and hat.

Ruicai was also laughed and poetic: "Because Xu Hun's two poems are about villages, I liked them very much when I read them back then. Now I think about it, the 'the sound of chess in the bamboo is cold in the evening rain... Who brushes the old dust crown in the north window?' is actually a kind of retreat after despair."

"I am free and safe every day, and it is a blessing to find leisure." Xiaoxiao stroked his temples, and righted the hairpin of the calamus flower carved from light topaz.

"Earlier, especially at the turn of spring and summer, the leaves and stems of these sedges can be collected as medicine. Doctors call it Xiangazi, also known as Hushou, which is said to be beneficial to the blood and qi."

"It turns out that this sedge is the husband's beard," Xiaoxiao suddenly realized. "I mentioned in "Xiao Ya" before: There is a platform in the south mountain and a Lai in the north mountain. I explained that the platform is the husband's beard. I could only understand it at all, but it turned out that it was actually something in front of me."

"What is Lai from Beishan?" Ruicai asked.

"It's quinoa, which is what we usually call gray vegetables. We ate it with garlic when we went back to your house last time."

The two of them walked through most of the alley without realizing it, and Xiaoxiao wondered: "It's really strange. Are there no other shops or houses in this alley?"

Today, it seems that apart from the large sedges, there are blue-gray walls, and even a family has never seen them.

"It is said that the music hall bought the entire alley, and the door in front is the one in front," Ruicai pointed to a large swaying osmanthus tree under a swaying osmanthus tree. After walking two more steps forward, he saw the black painted door.

There is a small plaque on the door, which reads "Last night's east wind". There are two paper hammer lanterns hanging next to the plaque, using cold gold thin paper, one with "Deer looking at the autumn moon" and the other with "Seeing the deer in the deep forest".

Xiaoxiao asked unconsciously: "There is no sign of the music hall on the lantern in front of this door. I think the name is the surname Deng, but there is no surname. I just painted Lu. Could it be... the owner of the music hall is named Lu?"

The name is lantern. Because the character "deng" is homophonic with the "deng" of the people, it is also "fire" and "deng" when it is separated. People feel that this thing has people, and it means prosperity and prosperity. Therefore, the ancients often hung lanterns in front of the door and in the yard, in addition to lighting, they also mean auspiciousness.

A large lantern hanging in front of the door of the house is called "the name of the surname lamp".

"If the name is Deng, then the word "gong" should be written. This restaurant is opened with the eighth sound of Gong." Ruicai said and pulled Xiaoxiao into the door.

After entering the door, there was an ancient mica stone screen with old pine scales on the screen, and the stone color was dark, as if it was dark and windy. There were two people sitting in the pine tree holding the piano, probably Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi.

Xiaoxiao was even more surprised. It was just that no one greeted him in front of the door. At this time, he had already entered the door and no one came to lead him.

The two of them walked around the screen and Xiaoxiao gasped first. Although they had imagined that the yard must be unique, they didn't expect that there was no such thing as a bamboo forest in front of them.

Ruicai said: "I was shocked for the first time when I came here. It was Linzi when I came in," and pointed to the stone tablet next to me. "This is Qiyuan."

Listening to Ruicai's tone, this Qi Garden seems to be more famous than the Qi Garden in Weiguo. Xiaoxiao looked at the stone tablet and only wrote two familiar sentences: Looking at the Qiao, the green bamboo is yiyi.

These two lines of poetry now reflect the entire bamboo forest, which immediately reminds people of what follows: There are no gentlemen, like cutting and learning, like polishing and grinding.

There was already a piano sound deep in the bamboo forest, and she smiled and said, "It seems that the performance has begun."

Ruicai smiled slightly: "There are piano sounds all day long here. Even if there are no guests, those disciples practice piano all day long. Of course, not only the guqin, but also the qin, shengxiao, Ruan Xian..."

As he was talking, a child in green clothes came over and saluted the two of them.

Ruicai handed her two posts to Tonger, waved her hands to the two girls who followed her, and asked them to go back to the door and wait.

A post here only represents one guest, and even close servants are not allowed to follow.

I looked at the boy in green and felt that the child in "Panisha Ask the Boy" should look like this.

"I can only be curious where you got this post." Xiaoxiao asked.

"There are shops that sell tickets for theaters, and tickets from various music halls and theaters are sold, but the tickets in Qiyuan are the most expensive. If you buy tickets from other families, you have to bring gold to buy tickets here." Ruicai smiled, and saw Xiaoxiao holding the bunch of lotus pods in his hand, "I forgot to let the girls take these lotus pods."

"It doesn't matter if you hold it, and the smell is very pleasant." Xiaoxiao held the lotus pod in one hand and Ruicai in the other, and gradually walked out of this small bamboo forest.

The scenery in front of me is like an ancient painting. Under the thick and thick plum trees, there are children cooking tea on the spot, and there are people sitting on the ground in groups of three or three.

Ruicai pointed to the two futons under a large banana plant: "Let's just sit here."

I didn’t expect that I would listen to the piano here, but I was still in the Wei and Jin style.

Smile and follow the customs, lifted up his skirt, and sat cross-legged on a futon.

Because the surroundings were quiet, the two of them stopped talking and focused on appreciating the sound of the piano.

The person who played the piano was not in front of him. Xiaoxiao saw that there seemed to be several piano players playing the piano in the pine forest not far away. On the opposite side of a stream in front, there were also several people playing the piano in the ancient wooden pavilion.

Xiaoxiao didn’t understand music in his previous life. Not to mention high-end symphony, he rarely even went to star concerts. He thought that enjoying symphony in that magnificent music hall was the ultimate enjoyment of the music industry. Now, sitting here, I realize that it is not the case at all.

People like Xiaoxiao who don’t understand music are also immersed in it.

The natural scenery in front of you and the subtle sound of the piano are the elegance you can't dream of.

The sound of the piano is sometimes combined, sometimes single, sometimes simple and simple, sometimes smooth, like crying, like complaining, like polishing.

Xiaoxiao only understood today, what is the flowing fish coming out to listen, and the six horses are on their way.

Ruicai listened quietly, and after the song ended, he smiled softly and said, "There are Gu Qixian among the piano masters just now."

Unexpectedly, such a master would actually play with his disciples, and Xiaoxiao couldn't help but feel admiration.

A boy brought a low table and tea tray over. He smiled and saw that the tea set was made of coarse pottery, simple and rough. After tasting the tea, he felt that the ancient fragrance was so ancient that he couldn't taste what kind of tea it was.

Ruicai also took a sip: "I asked my master what kind of tea this last time, and said it was a stone flower made of ancient law."

The ancient Mengding stone flowers were different from today, but yellow tea, not modern green tea. Xiaoxiao also drank the stone flowers made by Shanniang in Zhuli Pavilion, which is slightly different from what she drank today.

"The ancient stone flowers have long been lost. I'm afraid no one can tell what the stone flowers of the 'No. 1 tea in the world' taste is." Ruicai gently sniffed the tea fragrance between his nose, "The taste of Qiyuan tea is different from that outside. Perhaps it is because of the scenery and the sound of the piano, so I just feel that the tea fragrance is unparalleled." As he said that, he shook his head and smiled: "Anyway, I don't understand tea the most."

"I don't understand the rhythm yet, and I'm not here to listen to music with shamelessness." Xiaoxiao looked at the guests who were quietly drinking tea not far away: "I listened to such a wonderful song today, and I envy you guys who are good at piano and zither."

Ruicai whispered: "Don't say 'you', I'm different from others."

"In the sound of the piano just now, there was a passage that looked like an endless fallen tree floating down, extremely bleak." Xiaoxiao recalled the clip that Fang Cai remembered.

Ruicai said: "That's Se, but it was actually a zither and music just now."

The zither and zither sounded so sad, even though the sound was long-lasting. Perhaps it would be impossible for me to stay together forever to be beautiful every day.

Xiaoxiao was thinking, and a beautiful piano sounded again.

The sound was particularly clear and tender, like the ticks of dew on the tips of light bamboo leaves, making everyone who heard it couldn't help but relax their eyebrows.

As soon as this piece of piano sounded, another sound of piano sounded in the distance. Compared to the liveliness just now, the sound was much colder and had a arrogant and contemptuous contempt.

After another turn, there was another sound of piano coming from the long pavilion on the other side of the stream, with a slow rhythm, and a few tremolos at the end were directly heard in people's hearts.

Xiaoxiao instantly understood what it means to "shoulder the piano and the heart of the piano". Even his heart was shaken, not to mention those who understand music, they were afraid that their souls would be picked by the piano.

Ruicai was naturally tempted by it, and after a long time, he said, "This is a piano fighting."

Douqin Xiaoxiao first heard that this fight is not like a fight, but rather a chaotic fusion.

Xiaoxiao's words are exhausted for a while, but they will never comment on other things except for the good sounds.

For a moment, the squeak sounded, like an echo in the valley and an afterglow outside the sea and the sky.

The ser seems to be the shadow of a piano, connecting the infinite sound of the piano, and all the sounds become three-dimensional and full.

"This is the fifty-stringed Guser, and it is almost lost." Ruicai said in a divine manner.

Jinse had fifty strings for no reason, Xiaoxiao thought that all the ser should be fifty strings: "Then how many strings are there now?"

"Since Huangdi, there were twenty-five strings. When Huangdi heard that he played the zither, he felt sad from his heart, and broke the zither into two, and then the fifty strings turned into twenty-five strings."

Xiaoxiao has also heard of the legend of Huangdi's descendant.

However, the era before Huangdi was too old. Fifty strings could be something else if they were not a legend. No wonder Li Shangyin said "no reason", and no one could tell why.

"The palace eight sounds produce fifty-stringed brocade ser, and the sad sounds played by all listeners burst into tears." A guest sitting not far away replied in a letter to Ruicai.

"Who played the Se just now?" Xiaoxiao asked.

"It's Gong Basheng's disciple, Yi Sanchun." The guest said that these musicians were well known.

Yi Sanchun, Xiaoxiao was speechless for a moment, and the apprentice's name was in front of the master.
Chapter completed!