Ang Lee was an out-and-out man. He exuded a charming heroic spirit from head to toe. At the same time, Ang Lee was a meticulous person. He was more meticulous than the average man and even more meticulous than a woman. This allowed him to discover subtle problems that ordinary people couldn't.
For example, the two little buskers in front of him. Ordinary people wouldn't pay too much attention to them, but Ang Lee had his eyes on them. He even thought that they were the spies of the horse thieves and was determined to investigate them. This was enough to prove Ang Lee's meticulousness.
"Since you think they are spies, why don't you invite them over? What can you see from so far away?"
Li Hanlu said.
Ang Lee smiled slightly and said, "Hanlu is right. Then let's call one of them over and talk about a song."
After saying that, he waved his hand and called the tea master over. He took out a few pieces of silver and asked the tea master to go down and invite the busker up.
After the tea master went down, he said a few words in the busker's ear. Then, the busker followed the tea master upstairs with a guzheng. Because the guzheng was relatively large, the tea master was very considerate and helped the busker carry it all the way to Ang Lee.
"What song would you like to listen to?"
The busker's voice was not bad. It was very pleasant to hear.
Ang Lee carefully looked at the busker in front of him. The busker was embarrassed. Li Hanlu was also unhappy and asked directly, "What song would you like to play?"
After all, Li Hanlu wasn't good at music, so she didn't know how to order a song. She could only let the busker say the name of the song first. Then, she could smoothly order a song.
The busker smiled and said, "Noble, I know a lot of songs, such as the so-called Sichuan Song, Yichuan Song, Yearning Song, Qingping Song …"
After saying that, she looked at Ang Lee and Yan Ruyu, waiting for them to order a song.
Ang Lee thought for a moment and said, "Then let's start with Yearning!"
"Yes, Noble."
The busker bowed to the two very politely, then sat down gently, put the pipa on her lap, and began to play.
In fact, the guzheng should be played on the table. The effect would be better, but it was impossible for the teahouse to prepare so many tables for the guzheng. Therefore, for convenience, she put it directly on her lap. Moreover, as long as she practiced for a long time, she could overcome the dilemma of not having a table....
Red beans grow in the South, a few branches in the spring.. . to pick them... to pick....
................ Especially, this kind of song with love..............................................
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.. "Good. Good song. Good song. Good song. Good song. Good song. Good song."
Ang Lee stared at the girl in front of him with a little lust. But generally speaking, he was a gentleman. He would not touch her.
After a pause, he said, "Well played. You will be rewarded."
After that, he took out the money in his pocket and gently put it in the girl's hand.
"It's very good. Let's play the Song of Purity and Peace."
Ang Lee said.
Since he wanted to take the opportunity to observe the girl, the more carefully and for a long time, the better. Asking the girl to play a few more songs could have such an effect.
"Yes, Sir."
The girl's attitude was still very good. It seemed that she did not blame Ang Lee's offensive eyes at all.
Clouds think of her clothes. Flowers think of her face. The spring breeze brushes the railings. If not on the top of the jade mountain, we will meet under the moon in the Jade Pavilion.
A branch of red dew is fragrant. The clouds and rain are heartbroken. Who can be like her in the Han Palace? Poor Feiyan is wearing new makeup.
Famous flowers can overturn a country. The emperor looks at them with a smile. Explaining the endless hatred of the spring breeze, leaning against the railings in the north of the Agarwood Pavilion.
The girl was very skilled. Soon, she finished playing the Song of Purity and Peace. The melody was clear and melodious. People who listened to it could not help but be intoxicated. At least, several businessmen at the table next to Ang Lee were so intoxicated that they almost drooled.
This song became popular in recent years. Mr. Li Bai wrote this song for the Imperial Concubine. Then, Li Guinian composed it into a song and asked Gong Le to practice it. After that, this beautiful song spread among the people and became the target of many musicians. It became a popular song.
In any era, popular songs were the most popular. Especially when it just became popular, it was the most popular stage. Almost all the people in society could hum a few lines of it.
After playing a song, the girl stood up and saluted Ang Lee and Li Hanlu.
"Good, you played it very well. The girl's hands are really skillful. How can you play it so well? You must have practiced it since you were a child. "
Ang Lee praised. He walked to the girl and handed her some money.
The girl took the money and said, "Thank you, Sir. I have been practicing the guzheng since I was five. It has been more than ten years."
"Oh, you have been practicing for more than ten years. No wonder you can play it so well."
Li An praised and took the opportunity to hold the young lady's hand, carefully observing it. The young lady did not seem to have any intention of refusing. After all, it was just a touch of her hand. It was not a big deal.
After being rubbed for a while, the girl shyly withdrew her hand. Ang Lee returned to his seat and continued to watch the girl.
"Where are you from? Since you can learn zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting from a young age, why do you have to sing in a teahouse? "
Li Hanlu pretended not to know and asked.
Hearing this, the girl's expression was very miserable. She said, "I dare not hide it from you, Sir. I am from Yin Province. Although I am not very rich, I have not had to worry about food and clothing since I was young. It's just that … it's just that something happened to my father and my family has been in decline. We sisters have no one to rely on. That's why we have to go on this road.
Looking at the girl's sad crying face, Ang Lee felt his heart break. She was completely revealing her true feelings. It did not seem fake at all. If she was faking it, her acting skills were too good. Even Ang Lee was fooled.
The merchants at the next table saw the girl's pitiful background and sighed. However, after a few words, they began to talk about their own business and trade.
"Don't cry, little girl. Don't cry."
Li An personally handed a handkerchief to the young lady, then continued to ask, "Young lady, where are you from in Yin Province? Can you tell me your father's name? I've done business in many places in Yin Province. Perhaps I might know your father!"
After saying that, he carefully observed the girl's expression to see if there were any changes.
"Wuwuwu …"
The girl's expression did not change. However, she suddenly cried even harder. She kept wiping her tears and did not bother to answer Ang Lee's question.
"Sir, it's better not to ask. The girl probably doesn't want to talk about the sad past."
"Yes! Yes! He's no longer here. The more you talk about it, the sadder it is. "
"That's right. If it's not on you, you won't feel pain. Let's not talk about the past anymore!"
Seeing the girl crying, the merchants could not bear to see her crying. They tried to persuade Ang Lee.
Seeing that everyone had such opinions, Ang Lee naturally did not continue to ask. He could only let it go.
"Little girl, please don't blame me. It's all my fault. Why don't you play another song? I'll give you three times the reward. Take it. "
In order to prevent himself from angering the crowd, Ang Lee gave the girl three times the reward and asked her to play another song. This way, as long as the girl started to play, she would slowly forget her sadness. At the very least, if she focused on playing, she would definitely be able to divert people's attention and temporarily forget about the sad past.
Weichuan Song was a famous song from the Tang dynasty. Weichuan Song told the story of the two banks of the Wei River. The Wei River was the most important river in Guanzhong. It was the main river of Guanzhong. It was the Wei River that raised the children of Guanzhong and allowed Guanzhong to become a land of fish and rice. From then on, it became the capital of many dynasties.
If the Yellow River was the mother river of the Hua Xia people, then the Wei River was definitely the mother river of the people of Guanzhong. The Wei River was too important to Guanzhong. Without the nourishment of the Wei River, the Guanzhong civilization would not be able to exist, let alone develop into a powerful country like the Qin. Therefore, the Guanzhong civilization had a lot to do with the Wei River. This also determined that the people of Guanzhong had deep feelings for the Wei River. Therefore, the Wei River Song was able to move the hearts of the people of Guanzhong and affect the entire country.
After finishing the Weichuan Song, the girl had stopped crying. The tears on her cheeks had dried. She still looked so beautiful.
"Good, very good. You played very well. May I ask for your name?"
Ang Lee asked boldly.
"Noble, my name is Lotus. Below is Sister Osmanthus."
The girl opened her mouth to answer.
"Lotus, Osmanthus, are they stage names?"
Ang Lee said with a smile.
"Noble is right. However, since the decline of our family, these are our real names. Our original names no longer exist and will never be used again."
The girl said.
"Good, good, good …"
Ang Lee responded helplessly.
After chatting for a while, the girl bowed and left to serve other guests because there were other guests who wanted to play.
"Hanlu, what do you think of this girl? Is there any problem?"
Ang Lee asked.
Li Hanlu shook his head gently and said, "When she mentioned her family, she cried sincerely and didn't seem to be faking it. Perhaps there is no problem!"
In Li Hanlu's view, the girl just now seemed to be an ordinary singer and a very pitiful person. He couldn't see anything wrong with this singer.
"Didn't you say that she knows martial arts? Why, can't you see it when you look closer? "
Ang Lee said.
"It's not rare. Maybe they've been practicing dancing since they were young. People who practice dancing are stronger and more flexible than ordinary women. There's not much difference between them and real women who practice dancing. I'm not sure if they practice martial arts or dancing. In short, they're definitely not weak women."
Li Hanlu said.
Ang Lee nodded and said, "Let's analyze it when we go back! Have a good taste of these dishes. After that, let's go to the cemetery in the west of the city. "
"Cemetery? Why go to the cemetery?"
Li Hanlu asked curiously.
Ang Lee said, "I'm just curious. I heard that Hao Lianbobo's cemetery is twenty-five miles to the west of the city. Have you heard of this Hao Lianbobo?"
"Hao Lianbobo? The name sounds familiar. He is the leader of the Xiongnu, the one who later became an emperor? "
Li Hanlu's history was not very good, but she still knew some important people, especially the all-powerful Hao Lianbobo. It was impossible for her not to remember him.
Ang Lee nodded and said, "Yes, it is Hao Lianbobo. This guy's cemetery is twenty-five miles to the west of the city. Since we are here, we have to take a look and see what the cemetery of this tyrant emperor looks like after his death."
Ang Lee did not like Hao Lianbobo, because he was a tyrant in history who had done many cruel things. He was a very detestable person.
It was said that Hao Lianbobo was violent in nature and liked to kill people. He did not have any rules. He often stood on the city wall with his bow and sword beside him. Whoever he felt disgusted with, he killed with his own hands. If his ministers looked at him face to face, he would blind them. If anyone dared to laugh, he would cut off their lips. He would say that those who remonstrated with him were slandering him. He would cut off their tongues first and then kill them. The Hu and Han people were restless, and the people had no way to make a living.
In addition, the famous Tong Wan City was built under the request of Hao Lianbobo. In order to build this city, too many people had died.
At that time, in order to make Tong Wan City strong enough, it was stipulated that the strength of the earth wall could only allow a spear to penetrate a little. Once it exceeded a certain depth, the craftsmen responsible for the construction of this section of the wall would be executed. And if the person responsible for the inspection could not penetrate deep enough, then the person responsible for the inspection would be executed. In other words, in order to build this wall, many people had to die. Either the craftsmen responsible for the construction would die, or the people responsible for the inspection would die. Of the two, one had to die. No one was willing to be executed. Therefore, everyone worked hard. In this way, the strength of Tong Wan City would be very satisfactory. It could be said that it was a rare and sturdy city.
Unfortunately, no matter how sturdy a city was, it could not guarantee absolute safety. Those who could obtain the world would always be those with wisdom. In the end, the Da Xia Kingdom with the sturdy Tong Wan City could not escape the fate of being destroyed. The sturdy Tong Wan City did not play the role it should have.
"What is there to see in a tyrant's cemetery?"
Li Hanlu did not object, but she did not like it. She did not like places like cemeteries.
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