Chapter 1105 Su Miao, a wonderful man

   Suspicions arose in her heart, but Feng Ziying felt that she was a little too sensitive and suspected conspiracy theories all day long.

Maybe a woman like Su Miao, even though she is a kabuki now, might be from a family of officials, she was exiled from the rivers and lakes for some reason, or she was born in a foreign room, or her family suffered adversity, her heart is higher than the sky, and her life is thinner than paper , isn't there a similar Miaoyu by my side?

   Coupled with some encounters with good fortune, he has acquired an exquisite and unparalleled piano skill, and when there are many people who flatter and praise him, it is inevitable that his eyes will be higher than his head.

She was born as a kabuki, and being a concubine to an ordinary person would not be able to bear that kind of life, but being a concubine to a wealthy family might not be able to bear the dirty air, so she was looking forward to finding someone who was knowledgeable and affectionate. If the conditions are good, it is not ordinary to be a concubine as a confidante.

  So although he was a little suspicious, Feng Ziying didn't care too much. If it was aimed at Han Qi or Wei Ruolan, he would naturally have nothing to do with it.

"Everyone Su laughed. It's not uncommon for me to joke with Ruolan and Ziqi. When I was studying with them in the Imperial College, they often made fun of me. Just get used to it." Feng Ziying smiled , "Where are everyone Su from?"

"My concubine is from Hangzhou, but I have lived in Ningbo and Jinling, wandering around..." The eyelashes like a feather fan blinked slightly, and a look of sadness appeared on Su Miao's face, as if the past was unbearable to mention, Wei Ruo saw it Both Lan and Han Qi felt a pain in their hearts, and they were taken away by God.

  Feng Ziying also felt the same way, but because of certain suspicions, this kind of resistance was naturally much stronger. Although he also felt tempted, it was not yet powerless to resist.

  "Every family has its own difficult scriptures. Happy families are all similar, but unhappy families have their own misfortunes. Many things, in fact, as long as they survive, it will be a different world."

  Feng Ziying subconsciously sympathized with the other party's sentence, but Su Miao listened to it. The first sentence was fine, but the middle sentence was full of charm, which made people have a long aftertaste, and there was a little more admiration in Feng Ziying's eyes.

Leo Tolstoy's words were also used by Feng Ziying on a geisha in this era. Feng Ziying felt a little reckless when she said the words, but watching Su Miao savor and chew carefully, she also felt that this The woman is really a bit talented, and she can hear that it is unusual to say this casually.

  Su Miao didn't say much, just nodded with a smile.

"Okay, Mr. Feng, Mr. Wei, Mr. Han, I am very honored to be able to play the piano for the three adults to express my gratitude to the three adults for their respect and love for me. I have been in the capital city for so long, and I have also experienced it. Compared with us from the south of the Yangtze River, the literati and gentry in the capital city have different styles and talents. However, after meeting Mr. Feng today, I realized that I was short-sighted before. Honorable Master Feng."

  Su Miao's words were sincere and her eyes were soft, making it impossible to refuse. Even Feng Ziying could only stand up to express her gratitude.

Following Su Miao were four geisha, one of whom was singing, and three were dancing. Famous geisha like this are basically a team, except for one of them who is the main character. Their skills and fame As a leading role, while others live by it.

  As the Yaoqin was set up, Su Miao sat upright, her momentum suddenly changed, her concentration and persistence seemed to have disappeared in her heart, and only this Yaoqin remained in her eyes.

Feng Ziying has a little understanding of chess, poetry and painting in chess, poetry and painting. After all, chess, calligraphy and painting were brought by him from his previous life, while poetry was passively accepted by him after he came to this world and then combined with some past lives. The golden finger skill obtained from memory plagiarism, of course, this skill is very insignificant, basically it will "explode" when it is impossible to retreat, or "bloom" when "inspiration" comes.

   But he almost didn't know anything about Qin, so he could only rely on his own feelings.

  Accompanied by the movement of Su Miao's delicate fingers, Feng Ziying can basically judge that this woman may have some attainments in this area, gently touching, slowly twisting, wiping and picking, this sentence is the most superficial description.

The status of Yaoqin in ancient Chinese musical instruments is very high, and it is basically in a dominant position. You can get a glimpse of it from the story of Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi. On the one hand, if you don't have talent and don't work hard, you can basically only be above the average person. It is really difficult to become a generation of masters.

  Accompanied by the sound of the strings, the singer's melodious voice also lingered, "..., the chrysanthemum mourns the smoke,... the blue tears, the Luo Mu is cold,..., the swallows fly away...."

It’s Yan Shu’s Butterfly Love Flower. Feng Ziying still knows the name of this song. The kabukis of the Great Zhou Dynasty all followed the style of the former Song Dynasty. They like to use some lyrics and music of Song Dynasty poets as the scripts of their own works. Of course, some like to choose everyone’s wide For the familiar, some people like to choose niche and out-of-the-ordinary ones, but as long as they can be reprocessed and shaped according to their own style to achieve integration, it is not a problem.

   I have to say that the team cooperated very well. The kabuki's singing voice was mellow and soft. When it should be clear, it has the sound of gold and stone, and when it should be soft, it has the tone of vines. It is soul-stirring and addictive.

   "..., the westerly wind withered the green trees last night,..., I went up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world.... I want to send colored papers and rulers. The mountains are long and the rivers are wide, I know where I am, I know where..."

The standard of this singer is also very high, not only because she sings very well, but also because she can always make her voice linger on Su Miao's piano sound, clinging to it, ups and downs, never leaving, this kind of tacit cooperation It is the most rare.

  Feng Ziying couldn't help admiring. Although he doesn't know music, he can make people fascinated by it. He is deeply involved in it without knowing it. He believes that this is the real master he can see.

  Looking at Wei Ruolan shaking his head and pondering, and Han Qi sighing with his hands, Feng Ziying felt that the trip tonight was really worthwhile.

  Suddenly Feng Ziying thought that Jia Yuanchun was also a master in this way. The servants and maids in Jia's mansion said that the eldest girl would not play the piano easily, but once she played the piano, the lingering sound would linger for three days. I don't know if anyone can reach Su Miao's level? If there is a chance, I really want to see Yuan Chun playing the piano.

   In comparison, although the dancing postures of the three dancers were exquisite and graceful, they were far behind those of the singers, let alone Sun Miao's piano skills.

  In any case, this Su Miao is indeed extraordinary, and deserves to be admired.

  After the song was over, the three couldn't help applauding, and Wei Ruolan eagerly got up and presented Su Miao with a cape, "There is nothing better than this!"

   Both Feng Ziying and Han Qi couldn't help shaking their heads. This is the real dog licking, but in the end they still have nothing.

  Su Miao bowed and smiled politely, approaching Feng Ziying gracefully, and Feng Ziying could only get up, "Master Su is indeed a master, refreshing and refreshing aftertaste."

  Su Miao's bright eyes lit up, and she smiled slightly, "To get such praise from Xiao Feng Xiuzhuan, I am confident that I can gain a firm foothold in this capital city, without fear of others' words."

This ingenious boast is actually a disguised form of praising Feng Ziying's reputation and status among the scholars in the capital city. It is inevitable to be above the palm of the hand, and I don't know what Ruolan will think of the other party's undisguised admiration?

Seemingly seeing Feng Ziying's inner worry, Su Miao smiled again, "Are you worried about affecting the friendship between Mr. Wei and you? In fact, you don't have to worry too much. I have already told Mr. Wei that I and Mr. Wei are as good as you are." Meteors intersect in the sky, only sympathy for each other,..."

  Glanced at Wei Ruolan, Feng Ziying really had nothing to say when she saw that this guy really had the posture of knowing himself and being honored.

After some compliments and greetings, several people sat down, and the servants came in one after another behind the curtain and began to serve food, but only Su Miao was able to attend this occasion, and the others could only be arranged in other places It was a special encounter for Su Miao to eat.

West Lake Vinegar Fish, Dongpo Pork, Drunken Shrimp, Stir-Fried Fresh Bamboo Shoots with Pickled Vegetables, there are not many dishes, but it also shows that Wei Ruolan has put his mind to it. They are all dishes from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. This is obviously for Su Miao and Hangzhou human taste.

  As expected, Su Miao was also very moved, and she made a special trip to stand up and offer a cup of wine in front of Wei Ruolan, which made Wei Ruolan feel elated.

   This woman is really clever, and she can easily mobilize the minds and emotions of the men present. Even if Feng Ziying is subconsciously vigilant, she is still involuntarily led by the other party.

"Master Feng, I would like to offer you a cup..." After paying respects to Han Qi, Su Miao came to Feng Ziying with a sweet smile and eager eyes: "The Battle of Qian'an City is now widely circulated in the capital city. Many storytellers say that Your Excellency is like the Heavenly King of Tota, who defeated the Mongolian soldiers in one fell swoop, and some people say that Your Excellency is the King of Martial Arts, who is no less than Zhuge Kongming,..."

  Feng Ziying's scalp tingled for a while.

He knows that the imperial court intends to use the victory of the Qian'an War to boost the morale of the soldiers and civilians in the capital. By the way, it will also suppress the capital to prepare for the large-scale reorganization of the capital by Emperor Yonglong in the future, but it is a bit too much to boast However, Baoyu said that he was constructing it painstakingly, but he hasn't produced the book yet, so why is it spread all over the capital city?

   Could it be that someone is here to flatter and kill him on purpose?

  (end of this chapter)