don't call me singer

Chapter 421
Under the stage, the presidents and senior officials of several well-known universities in Chang'an were all present.

Many members of the Northwest Historical Society also received free tickets from Gu Xiaobai as a thank you for accompanying the tour guide for several days.

Just now, when they saw the big Han Tiejun, the second general Wei Huo, and Youyou Zhongnan, they were already very excited, and they wanted to take notes in a small notebook.

Although it was just a glimpse, it made people suddenly enlightened.

But at this moment, a grand scroll unfolded in front of him!

Han Chang'an City!

Outside the city gate, the houses are scattered, connected by rice paddies, and pedestrians are like weaving. It is a picture of life in the Han Dynasty with a lot of traffic.

When the majestic city gate appeared before the eyes, when the men and women waving their sleeves were singing and dancing outside the city, their faces gradually became dull.

Two thousand and two hundred years ago, Jiang Wei, dressed in casual clothes, and his companions distributed copper coins to passers-by.

"As long as you go to dance, you can make money?"

"Such a good thing? It's not a lie..."

"Aren't there fools in this world who throw coins like this?"

"This is the order of Mr. Champion Hou, do you dare to question it? If you don't want your head, you can give it to someone in need!"

"Will I be ashamed if I don't dance well..."

"What are you afraid of being ashamed of, don't you see that the big stink is all up?"

"Big Smelly knows how to sneak into the women's group, it's an evil intention!"

"Dad, dad, dad..." The three children ran over bouncing, rushed to Jiang Wei's bald head, and stretched out their hands to ask for coins, "We want to dance too! We want money too!"

The bald head looked at the three little ones, scratched his head in embarrassment, looked at the money in his hand, and was still hesitating. Jiang Wei next to him had already grabbed a handful and stuffed it into the hands of several children, "Here, go buy it." food!"

The bald man touched his head, and laughed embarrassedly.

Many children followed suit and joined the singing crowd, old and young, singing and dancing outside the city gate.

The soldiers guarding the gate outside the city gate looked at the singing and dancing crowd with a smile, and followed suit.

Suddenly, a horse hissed in the distance.

A white horse came from the dust.

The soldiers guarding the gate suddenly became serious, and Jiang Wei and his companions also stood up straight with a bang.

Champion Hou!
Now, which of the soldiers in the whole Han Dynasty doesn't want to fight with the champion, and doesn't want to build an invincible achievement with the champion!

The sound of the flute becomes higher and faster, both joyful and sad.

At this time, the camera zoomed up to the top of the head, looking down.

A white horse passed through the singing and dancing crowd, through the majestic city gate, through the wide avenue, through the government office and the street market...

The streets of Chang'an two thousand and two hundred years ago were once so prosperous and noisy, but they have all been blown away by the rain...

Thousands of years from now, the world we live in will change from person to person.

At that time, will there be people staring at our era, speechless?

The flute is full of twists and turns, gradually getting lower and lower, and the camera is also getting lower and lower, pulling to the back of the young general, following him across the stone road, across the arched bridge, across the downtown area, and leap over the low fence , Passing through the Taixue with the sound of reading aloud, suddenly, there is an urgent sound of flute music!

With a bang, the eyes suddenly opened up!
A majestic palace appeared in front of my eyes.

Weiyang Palace!
The Forbidden Palace is majestic and guarded. This, perhaps, is the greatest Forbidden Palace throughout the ages!

This palace, which is six times larger than the Forbidden City, has been the world's greatest empire, the center of politics and power for thousands of years.

The magnificent China, 5000 years of civilization, is condensed in a palace.

Below the stage, several historians suddenly stood up, looking at the huge palace group that stood upright and seemed to come to them after more than 2000 years, tears streaming down their faces.

Just seeing such a glance with my own eyes seems to be enough to comfort my life.

The bricks and tiles, the plants and trees are all so fresh.

It seems that you can reach out and touch it.

But at this time, the knight on the horse galloped along the square in front of the gate without stopping.

The sergeant guarding in front of the gate slowly opened the two gates, the white horse galloped in, and the camera advanced from under the gate, suddenly leaving the perspective of the young knight, and advancing rapidly.

Cross the palace ban, walk through the steps and trees.

A man wearing an emperor's uniform stood directly in front of the distant hall, with his hands behind his back, staring into the distance.

Wind music sounded and played neatly in unison, creating an uneasy but intense atmosphere, and then the string musicians jumped their bows fiercely, as if there were swords and soldiers coming out to fight on the battlefield!

The third movement: Mutiny·Jade Fall!
If Liu Che, who was standing in the front hall and staring at his nephew coming on horseback from a distance, knew the name of this movement, he would definitely be thrown into prison, and then...starve him for three days, and then give him a spanking.

The flute song "Ancient Chang'an" actually describes the decline of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but what Gu Xiaobai created is the image of a strong man!
The original song here is intense and bewildering, but the same flute song, played by Gu Xiaobai, is full of arrogance.

Gu Xiaobai stood on the stage, his white clothes fluttering, and his bass flute was as gentle as water.

Behind him is the strong man Shengjing.

The eternal emperor standing on the stage with his hands behind his back.

The peerless military god who came galloping on horseback.

The imperial guards standing proudly on both sides.

There are countless palaces.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the camera rotates, centering on the young man on the horse and the middle-aged emperor standing on the steps, surrounding the entire palace, over and over again.

Two thousand and two hundred years ago, the guards who stood tall with their chests lowered their voices and whispered after Gu Xiaobai ran over.

"Master Hou, the champion, especially likes to run wildly in the palace recently."

"That's because Mr. Champion Hou is used to the vastness of the wilderness. It's really uncomfortable not to gallop around every day..."

"Then there is no need to ride a horse in the palace."

"In this city of Chang'an, apart from the palace, where else can you find such a wide road where you can run wildly..."

"Extremely, extremely!"

If it was some dandy who galloped wildly, the soldiers would complain to death at this moment.

But who is riding the horse at this time?

The champion of the world!

"If one day the champion marquis fights against the desert again, I will also go with the army, and the man will be considered as a meritorious deed, and the horse is young!"

"Extremely great!"

Suddenly, Gu Xiaobai's belly vibrato on the stage was added with fast fingers, and the sound of the flute was like a wild bee flying, up and down, fast and slow.

The camera zoomed up, overlooking the entire Weiyang Palace.

Then fly around.

Skimming the front hall, Jiaofang hall, wing rooms, corridors, turrets, palace walls, gardens...

Dazzling.

The historians below the stage had tears streaming from the corners of their eyes and memorized in small notebooks in their hands.

How many tears flowed, the small book in my hand can remember how fast.

Suddenly, there was a sound from the flute, and Gu Xiaobai exhaled with all his strength, but turned his mouthpiece, like a young man who can't play the flute, clumsy who can't play the flute.

On the other side of history, someone let out a long sigh.

The sound of the flute became mournful.

The string music is soothing, low-pitched, like a flowing river, scouring everything in the world.

The fourth movement: Tang Yanyun!
But this is not just a cloud of smoke in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

(End of this chapter)