Phoenix moon boundless

  "In silence, Wang Shang said: 'I'll come.' He nodded towards the maid, 'Bring the zither.'"

  "Yes."

  Before long, the maid brought the zither and walked up to Wang Shang, respectfully presenting it to him.

  Put the zither away, Wang Shang turned his head and asked, "What to play?" Under the moonlight, Wang Shang's profile was distinct, his hair on his shoulders gleaming with a soft light. As he moved, his dark locks brushed against his deep eyes, and in that moment, Ati suddenly felt her chest tighten up completely, so tight it hurt her heart.

  Lu Xuan didn't find Atti's fault, she smiled lightly: "Phoenix seeks phoenix."

  As soon as these three words came out, everyone turned their heads in unison, looking at Lu Xuan with a bewildered and puzzled expression.

  Wang Shang furrowed his brow and asked, "What did you say?" As he spoke, Wen Qing suddenly discovered that her throat was a bit dry on one side.

  Lu Xuan didn't answer Wang Shang's question, but instead cleared her throat and recited in her usual clear and elegant voice, like the sound of a guqin: "In Linquan, there was a daughter of the Zhuo family, named Wenjun. Her eyebrows were distant and majestic as mountains, her face was always as lovely as a lotus flower, her skin was smooth as jade...Her voice came slowly, flowing smoothly like spring water, and with its gentle turns, it stirred up ripples in the pool.

  The story of Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun has been passed down to this day, and few people don't know it. However, her story is just a legend, and no one has ever used this style of recitation to present that forgotten romance and unconventional love.

  No one expected that Lu Xuan would recite "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", not to express his feelings to anyone, but just to sing a segment of the legend. At this moment, they were all attentive and interested in listening.

  In the midst of a gentle, flowing melody like a babbling brook. Wang Shang's ten fingers danced across the strings, and a beautiful, lingering sound arose. His playing was incredibly good, with every turn and twist vividly portraying that legendary beauty.

  Lü Yu sat down with a dignified air, his eyebrows and eyes lowered. He continued to recite in a clear voice: "In Chengdu there was a young man named Sima Xiangru, who had no relatives from a young age, was skilled at playing the zither, and happened to visit the county magistrate's home. He knew that Wenjun was newly widowed, with beauty unmatched and talent unparalleled. So he played 'Phoenix Seeks Phoenix' to express his heartfelt emotions."

  The clear song reached this point. The sound of the zither changed and turned into the rhythm of Feng Qiuhuang.

  This song is a phoenix seeking a phoenix, but it's actually not praised by people of this time. Because it's too sentimental, too **, and not a gentleman's tune.

  However, the wealthy young men present are all in their youth, and they all dream of meeting a beautiful and talented woman who can understand and accompany them.

  So, like Wang Shang and others, they secretly played "Feng Qiu Huang" several times.

  As the sound of the qin "Phoenix, phoenix, return to your hometown. Roaming the four seas in search of your mate, there is a beautiful woman in this hall, the room is near and the people are far, poisoning my intestines, how can we meet as mandarin ducks..." rose, Lu Yue put a bamboo leaf that she had picked up at random into her mouth and began to play along with the qin.

  The sound of the qin is correct. The bamboo flute sounds clear and resonant, the qin's tone is long and drawn out. The bamboo flute's sound is lingering. For a moment, everyone seemed to see a pair of dragon and phoenix in the clouds, coiling and flying, sometimes intertwining their necks and singing, sometimes dancing shoulder to shoulder, and between the spread wings, they expressed the joy and freedom of human life...

  Everyone was enchanted.

  Bian Lian sat on the other side of the crowd of Chen's family members, also listening intently.

  In this world, the sound of stringed instruments is not rare, but the zither players are all raised in the homes of princes and nobles, and it's hard to find them in the streets. Even if you see one, they're just some soulless craftsmen playing music.

  Whether it is Wang Shang or Lu Yan, their respective skills have reached a certain level, with clear sounds and emotions that are both elegant and sentimental. Not only are they skilled in technique, but also rich in emotion, able to convey the endless longing and affectionate thoughts within.

  Just as the music of Feng Qiu Huang was gradually fading into the tail tone and disappearing in the darkness, Lu Xuan's bamboo leaves suddenly rose upwards, and a sad and desolate sound rose again.

  Wang Shangxian was taken aback for a moment, but he had a deep understanding of the Tao of the zither and immediately adapted to the change.

  When Wang Shang's zither music turned to a sad tune, Lu Xuan picked up the bamboo leaf from her lips and continued to chant: "However, the green mountain will last long, but human hearts change easily. The oath of the mountain is still there, but your heart won't last."

  After uttering these words, she took a sip of bamboo leaves and blew again the "White-haired Lament" compiled by Zhuo Wenjun later.

  She was always a woman who loved deeply, and in her youth, she gave her most beautiful years to that penniless man.

  She gave up her life of wealth and luxury to sell wine at a stall for him, supporting his hard studies.

  She endured the cold eyes and accusations of the world, endured the abandonment and curses of her loved ones.

  She only has him.

  And he? Having just obtained wealth and honor, having just passed a few good days, he became disgusted with her and wanted to take a concubine.

  "The spring blossoms compete in fragrance, the five colors surpass whiteness. The zither is still at the palace, but new sounds replace old ones! The brocade waters have mandarin ducks, the Han palace has trees. Those things are new, yet people of this world are blind to excess and do not awaken! The red strings break, the bright mirror cracks, the morning dew dries up, the fragrant time stops, the white-haired one laments, grieves for separation. Strive to add more food, don't think of me, the brocade waters flow on, forever parting with you!"

  The mournful melody gradually turned into indifference, and then into despair.

  That was a proud woman, she had second thoughts, and she left resolutely. She said to him: I heard you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you! Standing in the quiet autumn wind, she had no tears to shed, only the broken strings in her hand were singing about her lost dreams, as well as the longing of all women for thousands of years: wishing to find a true love, and grow old together without parting.

  As they listened, Atai and Xiao Yan and the other girls were already crying tears like rain. Even the maids hidden in the corners were all crying with tears streaming down their faces.

  In the midst of sobs and sighs, Lu Xue slowly removed the bamboo slip from her lips. She lowered her eyes, playing with the thin leaf, and amidst the uninterrupted sound of Wang Shang's guqin, she murmured: "Hastily, hastily, in March, peach blossoms follow the flowing water; fluttering, fluttering, in February, the kite string breaks. Alas! My dear, I wish that in the next life you would be a woman and I a man."

  The sound of Wang Shang's qin gradually came to a stop.

  At this moment, whether it's the girls or the young men, they are all immersed in the atmosphere they have deliberately created.

  The music of this era has never been so harmoniously blended with a cappella, from start to finish, clearly and completely telling a story, a life.

  It can be said that Lu Xuan started a trend.

  For a moment, everyone was stunned and intoxicated.

  In her intoxication, Lu Xuan turned her head. Under the moonlight, she quietly gazed at Zhao Jia Lang who was lost in thought.

  Perhaps it was her gaze that was too focused, Zhao Jialang raised his head and looked at her in confusion.

  She gazed at Zhao Jia Lang with a shallow smile, then said in a cold tone: "Zhao Jia Lang, I heard that you and your wife were once deeply in love, as affectionate as when you first started?"

  As soon as these words came out, Zhao Jia Lang Jun's face turned white, and suddenly, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

  She glanced at him, then glanced at Qian Shi's wife sitting not far behind him, hooked her lips and coldly sighed: "What a pity. The thinnest thing in the world is a man's oath, you've been married for less than a year, right? Just one year. And yet you want to make your wife experience the pain of a broken heart... Zhao Langjun's face turned pale, he muttered: "I, I, I was just playing around, she won't mind."

  He had always thought so, but now he was no longer sure. Especially after listening to that song "Bai Tou Yin", he seemed to recall the gentle and kind wife, when his mother mentioned taking a concubine, the sorrow that flashed in her eyes.

  Is she, though she never says it, always on her mind?

  She is always gentle and soft in front of herself, but she also gets heartbroken and desperate.

  If she were injured, would she also want to leave decisively, and would she also say like Zhuo Wenjun: "I heard you have two hearts, so I came to make a final decision?"

  Suddenly, Zhao Jialang's heart was in disarray.

  He and his wife grew up together since childhood, and from the time he was sensible, his greatest longing was to catch a glimpse of her from afar. In the months leading up to their wedding, he would often wake up with joy in his dreams.

  That night when they became husband and wife, he held his wife in his arms, and his first thought was that with her by his side, he had everything he needed.

  He always knew he was fond of his wife, and very fond of her indeed.

  It's just that as time went by, he couldn't help but think that since she had married him, she would never leave him for the rest of her life.

  He always thought that no matter what he did, she would look at him gently, because she loved him so much.

  He just thought that all men in the world would take concubines and play with them, but they wouldn't shake her position, so she wouldn't care.

  She really doesn't mind?

  At this moment, Zhao Jialang's heart was in a panic, he couldn't be certain anymore.

  As Zhao Jialang's face turned pale and white, the crowd had already begun to whisper and laugh. For Wang Shang and others, for Chen Shi and others, Lu Xuan's performance was brilliant, and tonight's song left them with a lasting aftertaste.

  However, her subsequent accusations against Zhao Jialang were unnecessary. That was a matter between the couple, and she interfered too much.

  Of course, whether she manages more or less has nothing to do with them.

  Only Atai and other girls stared at Lu Yue in unison.

  It wasn't until this moment that they realized they had truly grown fond of the daughter of this broken-down house, a girl whose status was worlds apart from their own!

  After a while, Atie quietly reached out and grabbed Luoyue's sleeve. Her eyes still held tears as she looked at her and said seriously: "Luoyue, you're really great. I've always wanted to say these words, but I didn't know how to say them. You're really good, you're truly very good."

  Xiao Yan also said beside: "Ah Yue is really a very good person."

  In the midst of the chatter, only Qian's daughter seemed a bit flustered. She gazed at Zhao with wide eyes, seeing him pale and distracted, never once turning his head to look at her, so she turned to her younger brother on one side and asked in a low voice, "Younger brother, what do you think she means?"

  The tall and sturdy young man raised his head. He glanced at Zhao Langjun, then looked at his own sister, and suddenly said: "Sister, have you offended that Lu Shi's daughter?" In the midst of his sister's uneasy gaze, the young man anxiously said: "Sister, I think this Zhao Lang won't want you anymore." Zhao Langjun's concern for Qian Shi's girl was only a temporary impulse, a kind of indulgence and relief for men when they are excited, not even mentioning how much he liked her.

  But this impulse, reminded by Lu, he is a loving father of his own daughter, and may not be able to sustain it.

  Poor sister of mine, after much difficulty, she managed to climb up the social ladder and snag a young master from a prominent family, just when she was rejoicing, could it have all been just a spring dream?

  It's just a spring dream, but sister and Zhao Jia Lang Jun had such contact, I'm afraid the reputation outside is not good.

  Soon, Qian's girl also understood the severity of it, her face as white as snow, involuntarily moved closer to Zhao Lang Jun a little, softly and grievously calling out: "Zhao Lang? Zhao Lang?"