When he stepped on the slightly wobbly boat, Confucius was so tall that he almost lost his footing, but Zigong helped him by the side. [..] One~lightnovelpub.net~ Master, be careful, be careful..." Duanmuci seemed to have something in his words, and he seemed to mean something, and he didn't know whether to tell Confucius to be careful of Zhao Wuxi or to be careful of Sanhuan behind him. .

Zigong has the ambition to walk, but Confucius is not sure whether he is a messenger to bring peace this time, or a scout to declare war. Zilu was worried about his teacher and followed suit behind him, while Sanhuan was even more worried that Confucius would decide it alone, and also sent someone to join the boat with him.

The man was young, in his early twenties. He was Ji Sunsi's eldest son, Ji Sunfei. He did not have the timidity of his father, but held his chest high, with a posture that was neither humble nor arrogant. Although, Ji Sunsi didn't like this son, people in Lu had rumored that if he could give birth to a son, Ji Sunfei would definitely not be the head of the family.

Perhaps Zhao Wuxi had instructed them first, and Zigong did not stop them. He took them to the boat and boarded the middle wing moored in the slowly flowing Jishui.

The name of this ship is "Jiqing", and it is used for combat. Although the shell is painted again, the traces left by arrows and swords can still be seen. After boarding the ship, Confucius found that the decoration on the top was simple. Although there were not many elite soldiers standing on the bright side, anyone could see that the curtain and the cabin were probably full of soldiers.

Zhao Wuxi acted cautiously, which was the consensus of the people of Lu.

The place for the feast was on the spacious deck, and I heard his voice before seeing anyone.

Melodious, a piece of "Bei Feng. There are bitter leaves" played out with a rustling sound, attracting everyone's attention.

"There are bitter leaves, and there is deep involvement in the economy. The deep is severe, the shallow is exposed...

Recruiting a boatman, no one is involved. Whether people are involved or not, they must be my friends. "

Confucius had heard this ballad countless times and played it countless times, but here it is—on the battleship on the Jishui River, where the two armies face each other across the river, and the battle situation is imminent. It always feels a little strange to hear it.

The rustling sound is a little unfamiliar, and the pentatonic tone is slightly deviated from the keynote, which can be heard, and the player's level is average.

When the last tune of "There Are Bitter Leaves" slowly faded away. The young man with Gao Guan looked away from the ser in his hand, stood up and bowed to Confucius.

"Playing in front of the master made you laugh."

He hasn't seen him for months, but Zhao Wuxi's appearance hasn't changed much: he has slender limbs and broad shoulders. Yikanshu·1?k?a?nsh · Smooth and straight black head, eyes that are darker than Ye, and even that smile is no different from the past. The slender crown on his forehead matched him perfectly, it was made of soft gold, and the tail was delicately inlaid on it.

However, his bearing and tone were more and more similar to his father Zhao Yang, the tiger-like Jin Qing, and now he also has a son who is like a tiger and a dragon.

Confucius and Zhao Wuxi also greeted Zhao Wuxi. After sitting down at the table, he asked, "I don't know if Xiao Sikou invited the old man to board the boat. What are you trying to say?"

Zhao Wuxi's attitude was modest, but his words were unbelievably arrogant: "Without him, it's just that the three ministers of the Lu country on the shore are all scumbags, and it's not worthy of me to invite them to board the ship, and only the master is qualified to listen to me. chords."

"Little Sikou, how dare you say that?" Ji Sunfei was so angry when he heard that Zhao Wuxi's words were full of disdain for Sanhuan and Ji Sunsi.

"Who is this?" Zhao Wuxi glanced at him.

Zigong introduced: "This is Ji's eldest son, Fei, whose name is Zihuan."

Zhao Wuxi also dismissed it: "The eldest son of a concubine? So you are not the heir of the Ji family? That being the case. Today, the two high-ranking doctors are talking, you can just watch and listen. Here, there is no place for you to speak! "

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Zhao Wuxi stopped talking. He ignored Ji Sunfei, who had been choked back by his harsh words, and looked at Confucius again.

"When I was in Jin State in the early years, I learned poetry, rites and music from the music master Gao, but unfortunately at that time I was still young, stubborn and stupid, and didn't understand the true meaning of the teacher Gao's etiquette and music. Even the skills were unfamiliar for a long time. The hand of the sword and then touching the zither is as hard as a stiff wood. No wonder Zixi (Zeng Dian) has always been away from mundane affairs. Only an ethereal and free heart can play wonderful tunes, the ethereal siphon in the bamboo forest. , I always wanted to hear it again. But Zixi said that the Master is the person who is most proficient in music theory and music in the whole world, surpassing countless others..."

Ji Sunfei was robbed by Zhao Wuxi, but he was indeed not the protagonist of today, so he looked at Confucius and motioned him to negotiate with Zhao Wuxi as soon as possible, not to say these useless nonsense.

But Confucius didn't seem to see his eyes, and he started chatting after Zhao Wuxi's words.

"Good, has Xiao Sikou also started to pay attention to rituals and music? You are not good at music when you change customs and habits, and you are not good at rituals when you are in control of the people. But there is something you said wrong, although I am proficient in playing the qin, the drum, the sheng, and the chime. , but I'm not the best at music theory and technique. A book 1 ”

"Isn't it? Since Shi Kuang, Boya, and Zhong Ziqi, Shixiang of Lu is the best at playing music, and he is the teacher of the Master. I heard that Shixiang once studied with the Master for several months and performed a performance of "King Wen" "Cao", the essence and subtle meanings are in the deification, so Shi Xiangzi admired it and avoided the banquet. So deep, isn't he the best at having fun?"

Confucius said: "It is absolutely impossible to understand King Wen's will from the music. When it comes to music theory, Dr. Chang Hong, who is in charge of music in the Zhou royal family, is the most proficient. As for music skills, I encountered it when I was in the state of Qi. The unknown musician is the best."

He closed his eyes and recalled the wonderful sound he heard at that time: "I listened to him playing the "Shao" music from a distance, and the beauty reached such a charming level that I was so addicted to it for a long time that I couldn't taste the meat for three months. It’s a pity that that person’s whereabouts are mysterious and can be met but not sought.”

Zhao Wuchun smiled and said, "Master, don't belittle yourself. In any case, the three hundred chapters of the "Poems" can be sung by you so that they can match the sound of Shaowu's elegant ode. This is already very remarkable. , Zhao asked, it’s okay to die in the evening, it’s rare to see the master today, so the boy wants to ask for advice.”

After saying that, Zhao Wuxi bowed respectfully and put his hand on the serge again. Confucius also wrapped his hand in his wide sleeve and returned the salute, squinting his eyes and waiting. Zigong knelt on the side, and even Zilu, who was usually called Chacha, was quiet. He understood that this was a special way for the Master to communicate with the gentleman of the Zhao family.

When you hear the string song, you can know the elegant meaning.

The song "You Have Bitter Leaves", which is very suitable for the scene, has already made clear the meaning of Zhao Wuxi. This Bei Feng sings the mood of a young woman waiting patiently for her lover. It is taken out of context and used as a metaphor for waiting for a friend.

The gourd and melon have bitter leaves, and there is a deep ferry by the water, crossing the river? Do not worry. Come on board this boat and listen to me play this song.

A string of songs is prosperous and tragic, and the two armies confront each other, maintaining the life and death, success or failure of countless people, the national fortune, and the society. In Confucius' eyes, it was even Zhou Li's fate, but it couldn't delay him from listening to Zhao Wuxi finish the song.

Because desire is not fulfilled.

Also because, this may be the last sound of peace...

Only Ji Sunfei, who couldn't bear his temper, jumped beside him, but this was on Zhao Wuxi's territory, and he couldn't help but be affected by the atmosphere. I can only scream in my heart.

"Uncle Da Zong, what are you doing!"

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Confucius likes to sing very much. If he thinks that he is good at singing, he must ask him to sing it again, and then sing with him, that is, "The son and others sing well, and they must be reversed, and then they will be reconciled."

So when he hears good music, if the song is not enough, he can't wait to dance it with his hands and dance with his feet. But after listening to Zhao Wuxi playing the song "Yellow Bird". He sat still, criticizing sharply.

"Xiao Si Kou's serenity is really unfamiliar, just like a beginner, like playing according to the repertoire, it seems blunt, and the level is not well grasped. The performance of music should have a sense of hierarchy, and it should be an ensemble at the beginning. After entering the grand atmosphere, it should tend to harmony, and then enter the **, the rhythm should be bright and clear.

Confucius pondered for a while and then said: "As for willingness and ambition. Yellow birds and yellow birds do not gather in the valley, and they do not peck at my millet. The people of this country are not willing to take the valley. I can hear Xiao Si Kou's homesickness, but he always feels that he is not sincere. Could it be that Xiao Si Kou is undecided to go back?"

Go back, go back, in Confucius' view, if Zhao Wuxi could let go of his disobedience in the state of Lu and return to the state of Jin, he would turn a blind eye to his actions. But in the country of Lu, I'm sorry, there is no room for sand in his eyes!

Confucius can tolerate a person's personal moral debt, but he can't tolerate arrogance!

No one is perfect, the former can be changed, but the latter is against Zhou Li, digging the foundation of Zhou Li!

Zhao Wuxi gently fiddled with the strings: "East country is so beautiful, how can it be easily given up? If the master accepted the fief of the Duke of Qi when he ran to Qi, when countless people under his command rely on you, he would be able to say that. Return to Lu, return to Lu? The gap between you and me is deep, and it is useless to say more. I still want to perform a song, and I hope the master can listen to it patiently. "

"What is Xiao Sikou going to play this time?"

Zhao Wuxi tilted his head to look at the dense army of Sanhuan on the other side of the river, and said, "Just play a song "Jiang Han"..."

Without waiting for a few people around him to react, Zhao Wuxi followed the instructions of Confucius just now, fiddled with his hands, and the song "Jiang Han" sounded.

"Jianghan Tangtang, Wufu Huoqiang. To manage the four sides, the success of the king. When the four sides are at peace, the kingdom is settled. There are conflicts in the times, and the king's heart is peaceful!"

Once upon a time, the 30-year-old Confucius followed the teacher to learn music. When he played the "Wen Wang Cao" that took months to understand, he closed his eyes and could feel the composer's image along the music: he was tall and tall. His eyes are bright and deep, he is determined to influence the Quartet, and he has a big heart and can accommodate the world. Could he be King Wen of Zhou?

Now, as a song "Jiang Han" sounded on the middle wing of Jishui, Confucius saw a similar situation again.

The young gentleman in his eyes is confident and firm. His skills are much more skillful than the previous one. The strings under his command seem to have become the soldiers of a warrior and the whip of a knight. Perhaps, this is his true aspiration: a warrior, fight against chaos, protect the nation, bring peace to the people, and a wealthy person, his ambition is exactly "when the four sides are at peace, the kingdom will be peaceful; when there is conflict in the times, the king's heart will be peaceful"!

But Confucius did not care about admiring this ambition. To organize the family, govern the country, and bring peace to the world is easier said than done. If he thought that Zhao Wuxi wanted to suffer slowly in Lu State, or find an opportunity to return to Jin State to inherit Zhao's family, in that case, he might be a new minister in twenty years. But now it seems that when he said that sentence, Zhao Wuxi couldn't wait to take Sanhuan in Lu State and replace him!

So in the end, Confucius only heard two words in the music.

Ambition!

What's more... This child doesn't know what to do with courtesy!

He set up a new official system without authorization in the territory, led the Lu League as a doctor, invaded the rest of the doctor cities, crossed Luhou and Sanhuan many times to go to war, and in Song State he also committed ninety-nine prison sentences against the Prince of Wu State. farce!

"Now, are you playing "Dai Ya" here again?" Confucius' long face could not tell whether he was angry or shocked, "This is the elegant music that can only be played by nobles in temples!"

stop, stop!

Zhao Wuxi also stopped soothing~lightnovelpub.net~ After speaking his heart, he looked at Confucius and said lightly: "I heard that Jin Ping was immoral and listened to Pu Le forcibly, which led to three droughts in Jin. Years. Now, the Temple of the State of Lu is already a shabby house, can you still afford the melody of this elegant music?"

He stretched out his hand and stopped Confucius from speaking.

"Master, listen to what I have said, Sanhuan has three divisions and four divisions, the Ji clan uses their ministers to chase the ruler, and Lu Zhaogong fled abroad, and cannot return home after death; Accompanying ministers in charge of the country's life, those who are in charge of government have little knowledge, and the tyranny of government is all over the whole of Shandong. It's all broken, it's time for a revival in Shiye."

"Master, the era of Shiqing Shilu has come to an end. In my opinion, in this world of great competition, anyone who can treat the people kindly and revitalize the country, no matter whether their initial status is a minister, a doctor, or a scholar, can be accepted by everyone. In the temple, erect a dinggui, and play elegant music!"

ps: The second chapter is at night (to be continued.)

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