Aoyama

It is said that Mr. Qingyan voted for Jinjiang and died in Huangquan, but he himself did not want to die.After sleeping for three days, she opened her eyes and saw that the sun was shining brightly outside the small window, Qingyan pinched herself, and it still hurt.

It turned out that Bishu begged Ye Guansi to go to the river to find people, and that saved his life.Bi Shu said: "You can't stay in this hut for long, take care of your body and escape from the imperial city as soon as possible." Qingyan's heart felt hot, her eyes turned red, and she choked up, "How should I thank you?" Bi Shu said with a gentle smile : "Thank you, you have to thank Ye Guansi. He took a risk to save you by lying to Mr. Peng."

Looking around, Qingyan couldn't find Ye Fei, and sighed: "I didn't know good and bad in the past, and I will know how to measure it after death. If there is an afterlife..." Bi Shu hurriedly stopped the words, and took out the A letter: "Don't be dead and alive. This is the way to Yunzhou. When you arrive, settle down first, and then contact me later. Yunzhou is the fief of Princess Qingyang. Fang Tuo can't catch it, so it's completely safe."

Qing Yan accepts the life-saving straw, with mixed feelings in her heart.He was preoccupied with running and annoyed, but he didn't know that Qi Lin had long been used to not being able to distinguish between east, west, north, south, right and wrong.Now the Qi mansion can't go back, and misses Yue in vain, but only the wind is listening.

The sorrow of life is not due to lowliness. If people are free, why should they be rich.This trip, regardless of right and wrong, Qingyan set two rules for herself.First, a good life does not depend on others, and second, it is better to die than to be a pawn.

The wind, the food, and the camping were forced to reach the border of Jizhong, but they still did not escape the day when the money was bottomed out.Qingyan didn't know how far Xiling Road was, but her stomach was empty and she couldn't move anymore.She lost weight, her skin became rough, and her delicate feet were covered with blood blisters, but Qingyan never cried.

His tears are just a play, they come and go as soon as they are called, but his heart, unwilling to admit defeat, is very tenacious.

Posters were posted in the city to recruit laborers, and 17 bags of food were exchanged for a copper coin and a bowl of porridge. Qingyan stood next to the crowd for a long time, and finally stepped forward timidly to ask for work.He is [-] years old, and he can no longer go to the willow house to sell his face, not to mention he has to hurry, so he can't get a foothold.

The official in charge didn't raise his eyes, and told him to write down his name before going to fetch food.Qingyan looked down at herself, she was dressed in rags, no different from those sweaty laborers, but she couldn't muster up the courage to carry the grain bag.

At noon, when the porridge field was boiling, Qingyan winked at the person in charge of the spoon and said, "Give me a bowl first, and only when you're full..." But no one heard it, and the one behind pushed him away, cursing: "There's nothing here. Those who eat rice, get out."

Afterwards, Qingyan had no choice but to crouch in a corner in a daze in a daze.Seeing that his heart softened, the master spoon handed him a bowl of leftover porridge, and asked: "You have healthy hands and feet, why don't you want to work?" Qingyan said: "The grain bag is two feet high, I can't carry it." The master spoon laughed : "Hey, try it."

Therefore, Qingyan bent down with the heart to die, closed her eyes, grabbed the grain bag with both hands, and carried it... It turned out that the thing was not heavy, not only did she carry one, but she seemed to be able to carry another one.After tasting the toil for the first time, Qingyan wept with joy, and kowtowed three times to the dumbfounded chef.

After working hard for more than half a month, Qingyan saved enough money to go on the road.He resigned as a government official, thanked him for taking the spoon, and led him to Xiling Road with his hands on Yunzhou Road.In this way, every time they passed two or three cities, they would stop to pick up some work for a while, and then set off on the road after earning money.The road was long, and Qingyan made many down-and-out traveling companions, among them was a businessman named Chen Li, who claimed to be well-informed.

One day, just after moving the wood for the master's house, everyone was enjoying the coolness under the tree. Chen Li talked about the imperial city of Lin'an, his eyebrows beaming: "Under the emperor's feet, it is so prosperous, and there are countless high-rise mansions. I think the owner of Babao Restaurant Wang knows it's me." Chen Li is here, specially entertaining him with a feast..."

Indeed, there is a Babao restaurant, but the owner's surname is not Wang, but Peng, who is a relative of Peng Hao.Qingyan listened quietly, without revealing anything, as if the past luxury and luxury was just a dream.

Someone ridiculed: "If you are so capable, why did you end up here?" Chen Li suddenly withered, his eyes were empty, and he stopped lying, as if he had lost his soul.When the gang broke up in the dark, Chen Li was still sitting under the tree, digging the bark, with blood on his fingertips.Qingyan didn't know why, she stepped forward to comfort her, which made Chen Li let out a wow and burst into tears.A bystander said: "Don't pay attention to him, he will be fine in a while."

Hundreds of mountains and thousands of miles of roads, I have suffered all the hardships in the world.Qingyan walked for three whole months, and finally arrived at Yunzhou.The flow of people entering the city is like a torrential river, Qingyan's eyes widened and she asked why.The city gate guard grabbed his wrinkled Lu Yin and took a look, then replied: "The people of Xiling Dao live in peace and happiness, and the wealth rivals the country. No one in the world would want to come."

Once it comes, it will be safe, Qingyan shuttles through the busy city, looking for a living.Fortunately, Xilin City upholds rites and music, and has dedicated Yinyue Street, where there are [-] bands, and there are countless qin masters. In terms of qin skills, Qingyan is confident that she is the best in the world, and she is the best in the world.

He walked into the theater building, sprinkled his pocket coils on the square table, and called Hu Nv Hong.At the beginning, they were all ordinary songs, such as high mountains and flowing water, flat lakes and autumn scenery, beautiful is beautiful, but Qingyan yawned again and again.He was about to get up, when suddenly a string of clear arpeggios pierced through the silence and gripped his heart.

Contemporary music, all of them are full of elegance, but this one is not pretentious at all.At first it sounds vulgar, but if you keep listening to it, it has the charm of vulgarity and elegance, which is quite profound.

At the end of the song, Qingyan asked about the source of the song, and the waiter said: "Mr. Han Yu from Sumu Music Square wrote it for Princess Qingyang, and it is a narration of old folk customs." acid.He was able to play the two-stringed qin at the age of four, and he was able to compose chords at the age of six. He was popular in the imperial city of Lin'an at the age of ten, and he really loved rhythm since he was a child...

For the first time in his life, Qing Yan had a decision, he went to the Sumu Music Workshop, and wanted to worship Mr. Han Yu as his teacher.Le Tong said: "Young master play a song first, and the workshop will make its own judgment." Qingyan floated down and sat down, and picked up the ice in June, the fire in winter, and her talent was flying.

But when they came to the attic, there were two copper bells. Le Tong handed over the silk and wrote a letter: "Vulgar hearts make the music not elegant. Please find another good branch, my lord." Walk.

Turning around, he visited dozens of Jialefang in the city, amazed everyone.When all the families rushed to send gift cards, he declined them one by one, and entered the Su Mufang for the second time.

This time, I finally saw Lushan's face.Mr. Han is forty years old, with a fairy wind and a crane bone, like a person outside the world.He closed his eyes, and said calmly: "If you want to be quiet, you should not come here." Qingyan couldn't bear it for a while, and said sarcastically: "There are eighteen bands on Yinyue Ancient Street, where the zither competes for glory, but Mr. Wei's place is deserted and quiet. , the door is empty. How could it be wrong?"

Han Yudao: "My lord's piano skill is excellent without carving, and there is nothing for Han to teach." Qingyan immediately regretted, pinched herself, and said sincerely: "As long as the master is willing to teach, let me do it like a cow." Horses are fine." Han Yu, who was still sitting in meditation, finally nodded slightly.

The words were harsh, which showed sincerity, but Qingyan didn't expect that Mr. Han really asked him to do hard work - digging well water, cleaning the house, moving goods, feeding the animals, nothing left.Even the servants laughed at him for being a lowly man with no intention of wealth and honor.

Mr. Han traveled all over the world, and he went there for half a year. During this period, Qingyan didn't learn any piano skills, but took care of the chores in the shop in an orderly manner.Whenever the musicians on Yinyue Street saw him, they would call Steward Han.

Steward Han didn't suffer on the surface, and he paid back with his mouth, but he didn't really care about it in his heart.After all, Mr. Han's song is as bright as the bright moon, cleansing away the dust of the past and washing the hearts of the people. If one day he gets the true transmission of it, he will die without regret.

In the depths of winter, Han Yu came back late and called for his nominal disciple Qing Yan.Qingyan was eighteen years old, dressed in coarse hemp, with neat movements, no longer the frail and delicate appearance before.Han Yu asked Le Tong to put on the ancient silver piano, and said to Qingyan, "Let's play "Spring Is Always" today."

Qingyan said timidly: "I haven't touched the strings for a year, and my technique has long been unfamiliar." Han Yu closed his eyes and sat in meditation, not answering the words.So Qing Yan had no choice but to pluck the strings.The piece that was supposed to be spinning and flying, but now it stumbled and shattered, Qingyan's heart was cut like a knife, and she choked on the strings halfway through the playing.

Han Yu asked: "Have you forgotten?" Qingyan nodded shyly, sweating profusely.Han Yu opened his eyes, his eyes were like mirrors, and said with a smile, "Forget it."

Seeing Mr. Han smiling for the first time, Qingyan was stunned.At this time, Le Tong brought a wooden box and placed it in the hall.Qingyan plucked up her courage, and opened her mouth to ask, "Master wants to teach new songs?" Han Yu shook her head and motioned Le Tong to open the box.In the box is not a musical score, but several thick books of sages.For so many years, the way of sages has been a joke in Qing Yan's eyes, and he was immediately dumbfounded.

Han Yudao: "There is a time when wood is born, and there is a day when music is successful. To learn the piano, first correct your mind." Seemingly doomed, Qing Yan asked tremblingly: "Since I want to study with peace of mind, can I stop doing rough work?" Han Yu replied. : "Of course not."

Not only Mr. Han, but all the characters in Su Mufang are refined scholars.After hearing and seeing her, Qingyan's life became more and more clear, and she was no longer in a hurry to practice art.On Yinyue Street, there are high-ranking officials, dignitaries, literati and poets, as well as men and women in the streets and streets. He puts all the scraps of wisdom brought out of Yuhua Pavilion on his insight into the world, and he is patient and attentive.

The businessman Chen Li settled down in the city and soon opened a cloth shop. Because he had been with Qingyan Luoluo, he naturally started the cloth business in Sumufang.As soon as Qingyan came, Boss Chen said with a smile, "Morning, Housekeeper Han." The cloth store was extremely popular, Qingyan felt that she didn't know where to stand, and said that according to the old rules, five feet of plain brocade and three feet of cotton and linen, Horse pulls.

Chen Lidao: "The Star Lantern Festival is just around the corner, don't you have more colored silks and satins in the shop?" It turned out that Princess Qingyang loves ancient silver pianos, and every year for the Star Lantern Festival, she visits Yinyue Street in private.It's a pity that people in the world have worked hard, and every family will decorate with lanterns and festoons to welcome the nobles.There are a lot of people rushing to buy the colored cloth, Qingyan thanked them and didn't stay much.

It was night, Han Yu called Qingyan from the attic, and asked: "Pingtan for the Star Lantern Festival, Sijifang lacks a musician who can play "Painting Rivers and Mountains", how about you go?" Qingyan was startled.Rumor has it that Princess Qingyang likes to listen to "Painting Rivers and Mountains" the most, and she often goes to Sijifang.Such probing is not a taste, Qingyan replied: "I don't envy false fame."

Han Yu asked: "Why, do you think it's vulgar?" Qingyan looked up at Mr., and expressed her opinion: "In fact, even if I do my best, I won't get anything. "Painting Jiangshan" is a song of benevolence and righteousness, and the Four Seasons Square is all folk people .Princess Qingyang’s trip is for the first purpose of enlightening the people, and the second is to have fun with the people. It is definitely not her own selfish desire. Therefore, it does not matter who plays the music on that stage." Mr. Han thought for a moment, nodded, and said with a smile: "Know how to advance and retreat, understand things, you can practice music."

People who practice music in Sumufang, regardless of their status, only wear cotton and linen to go in and out. This is the rule.From then on, Qingyan put away the shabby coarse clothes and changed into elegant and clean cotton and linen. The rooster crowed and the sunset died down. Together with many disciples in the workshop, she practiced piano music and forgot the years.On that day, Han Yu called him to him, and said seriously: "Qingyan is a flower name, and it should be changed sooner or later. It's not easy for you to wander around. Your life is like water and your soul is like water. From now on, you will be called Han Shui."

The author has something to say:

The second volume mainly talks about the history of Lord Han's superiority, which may cause a little discomfort to the little angels, but for Lord Han, without this section, it is impossible for him to grow into that powerful minister.

If you are not interested in this process, go to Chapter 16.

There are a lot of character names in this volume?It doesn't matter, just remember these few:

Yun Bing, Chu Rong,

Lin Yun, Xiao Yu,

Ze Fei, Bi Shu,

Sumac, Holly,