Jun Youyun

Chapter 214 Story
"It is said that on that day, all the flowers at the Flower Drunk Conference in Xuanwei City withered in an instant.

It is said that on that day, the sky was filled with unknown flying birds.

It is said that on that day, even the most ruthless executioner secretly wiped away his tears.

However, no matter how good their memories are, those who have personally experienced that flower drunken conference have blurred memories of other things in that period of legend like a piece of paper soaked in water, so these legends It is difficult to verify the authenticity.But they all clearly remembered that there was a woman with flowered clothes and white hair who jumped down from the most famous Lexuan "Qingge Tower" in Xuanwei City and plunged into the calm Canglan River, which aroused layers of excitement. ripples.

Before the woman jumped into the body, those people also vaguely heard the sound of a piano and singing.Incomparably sad piano and singing:
You have a sword, you can wield it to the end of the world, wear fresh clothes and angry horses, and travel thousands of miles to cut off all the elegance.

Don't you see, the red clothes are fluttering, the music is wandering, looking at the tall buildings over the autumn water.

Although it is only one paragraph, the sadness contained in the meaning of the song lasts for a long time, so until six months later, the court musicians who came from thousands of miles were still carefully groping for the slightest meaning of the song in the building. .

The woman who played and sang was named Jiang Lili, and she was a well-known talented woman in Qingge Building.It is said that she was abandoned by the heartless man that day, and she threw herself into the river in shame and anger.And the song she sang before her death is said to be the words she wrote to the heartbroken man in her last desperate situation.Originally, it was just to make Xinlang never forget her, but by mistake, everyone in the world remembered her. "

The woman playing the pipa narrates this story with the faint sound of the pipa. The woman is no longer young, the frown on the corners of her eyes is clearly visible, and the face under the veil can still vaguely see the beauty of her youth, presumably She used to be a popular woman in the Qing Ge Building, but now she can only talk about ditties and old stories for Qing Ke, but her voice is still gentle and full of charm.She put down the pipa and took a sip of tea.

Today's Xuanwei City is raining lightly, the soil is slightly muddy, and the fragrance of green grass is everywhere, and the bright red flag of Qingge Tower is fluttering gently in the wind.An old man in a gray robe sat by the window, watched the flags fluttering outside the window, took a sip of tea, and then put a piece of broken silver on the table.

"Is this the end of the story?" A white-clothed young man was sitting beside the old man, asking suddenly, with a tone of unfinished meaning.

The female musician smiled: "Isn't it good for the story to end here? There are all the talents and beauties in the story. Although the ending of the story is sad, the jump and the lingering sound are still beautiful after all."

The boy in white said quietly, "I want to know about that woman named Jiang Lili."

The female musician plucked the pipa a few times with her fingernails. Although it was just a few random tunings, every sound seemed to hit the listener's heart.The old man still held his teacup and looked out the window, but his fingers tapped the rim of the cup lightly following the sound of the pipa.

The female musician was pondering, and the atmosphere suddenly became very delicate.

In the end, it was the young man in white who broke the tranquility. He said gently: "Perhaps in the hearts of people in Xuanwei City, Jiang Li is a very familiar name. But I am a traveler, and I am very unfamiliar with this name when I pass by here, so listen This story doesn't make much sense."

The female musician shook her head and said, "Some stories are more touching if you don't know them deeply. Because the stories always contain something that the world expects to hear."

The boy in white knocked on the table and signaled to the old man beside him: "It's going to cost more."

The old man casually threw another grain of silver on the table.

The female musician sighed softly, and finally continued: "Jiang Lili came to Qinggelou when she was eight years old. At that time, she couldn't even tell the difference between a pipa and a guzheng. She had a face that was so glamorous at the time. Half polished. However, the proprietress at that time saw her hands and heard her voice, and took in this orphan without father and mother without hesitation, and began to cultivate it patiently."

The old man put down his teacup and glanced at the young man in white.

The boy in white kept looking at the female musician.

"Six years later, Jiang Li played a song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" at the annual Hundred Flowers Festival in Qinggelou. All those who participated in that Hundred Flowers Festival have long since forgotten the rest of that night. Because that song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" is too dazzling, even "Nian Nujiao" by Lu Yueer, the oiran lady of Qinggelou at that time, couldn't catch other people's hearts.

From then on, the word Jiang Li began to spread in Xuanwei City, and even the whole world.

In the second year, Yun Wanjin, who was one year younger than Jiang Lili, challenged the Yuzheng in the pavilion with the pipa under the moon, and played "Beauty Yu" against "Butterfly Love Flower".

From then on, Xuanwei Shuangshu came into being.The talented Zhang Siya wrote a couplet for them.

The first couplet is, Yuzheng Pavilion Neijiang centrifuges.

The next couplet is, the pipa is under the moon and the cloud is beautiful today.

And their fame also attracted more guests to Xuanwei City, and more princes and nobles spent a lot of money for a song "Butterfly Love Flower" or "Poppy".

Just now I mentioned that the male protagonist in the story, the heartbroken man in the world, is also 19 years old when Jiang Li left. Yun Wan came to Xuanwei City that year.The heartbroken man has a prominent status. It is said that he is the son of a big family in the north. He walks Xuanwei under the name of Zhao Guanmeng, but there have been rumors that this is not his real name.Zhao Guanmeng is different from other princes and nobles. He understands music very well.He can play a flute that many musicians can't match. At that time, people also knew that Zhao Guanmeng was not his real name, so they all called him, Mr. Yudi. "

The boy in white nodded when he heard this, "I can also play the flute. Do you?" He asked the old man who had been silent all this time.

The old man raised his teacup again: "No."

The female musician's eyes looked into the distance, and seemed to be caught in a memory: "Although 19 years have passed, the people in Xuanwei City clearly remember his appearance when he came. A painted boat sailed by on the Chunshui River outside the Qingge Tower, and a man stood at the bow, dressed in white as snow, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, like a god-man.

When the boat passed Qingge Tower, it stopped.The man frowned, standing still, the wind blew his white robe, and the rain wet his skirt.At that time, there were faint sounds of piano and singing on the Chunshui River, light and a little ethereal, but Mr. Yudi could no longer be ethereal.The boat stopped all the time, and the story officially kicked off here. "

(End of this chapter)