In the temple, the sound of cymbals curled up and hundreds of musicians sat on the table. All gray robes, from a distance, are like smoke rising from the ground, which is even more blurred with the sound of sassafras. The gray turban on the bun fluttered in the wind, looking around and looking right, and every musician seemed to come from one person.
The musicians are holding a brown shovel and jumping flexibly according to their fingers. They drummed their cheeks and blew hard, squinting intoxicated one by one, swaying gently with the rhythm of music, completely immersed in their own music.
the sound is melodious and far-reaching, hovering between the beams and columns carving dragons and painting phoenixes. When it stopped playing, there was still a lingering sound, like the mist in the morning after the rain, which was faint and then quietly dispersed. The sound travels far, far ...
"Good! The band played very well today, and I have a reward! " Qi Xuanwang proudly brushed his beard and waved his attendants to reward him. "Thank you for your kindness!" The musicians bowed their heads and thanked them, which was no less than the ostentation and extravagance just now.
As a long dragon swam slowly, the musicians walked out of the hall respectfully, and Mr. Nan Guo, who followed at the end, breathed a sigh of relief-finally, it was another day! After receiving the reward from the band's strengths, he happily counted the gains in the room-fifty knife-shaped coins and a good satin, and he couldn't help but be on cloud nine: I am so clever! I don't know how to blow, but I still get the reward, thanks to my pretending! Alas, I can't help it. I have been greedy for enjoyment since I was a child, and I haven't learned any real skills. If it weren't for supporting my wife and children, how could I do this? However, if you want to keep this job, is it a long-term solution to keep pretending like this?
suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the window, accompanied by a deep argument between two people. Mr. Nan Guo approached the window and listened attentively. "Captain, do you know that Nanguo Chu Shi next to me can't play at all!" "shh!" The captain lowered his voice. "I knew it!" "Then you can let it? Is it fair to other musicians that he pretends to be paid the same salary and reward as us? I ... I'm going to report him to Le Guan! " "Well, forget it! Why did you ruin someone's job? Don't you know the king? In those days, if the king didn't like to be lively and ostentatious, and always wanted to show the majesty of being a monarch in front of people, how could he be deceived by Nan Guo's rhetoric? Besides, the music officer in charge of selection has already accepted the bribe from Nan Guo, so what's the use of your reporting? This is the atmosphere in the palace, and Nan Guo is not the only one who fishes in troubled waters. Turn a blind eye! " Two people's footsteps faded away.
Mr. Nan Guo was shocked. This old man has been found out. It seems that the situation is not good! But how can I be willing to give up this attractive treatment? Where am I going to make a living? He had a brainwave, opened the door with a creak, and trotted after him: "Gentlemen, I heard that there is a new famous chef in Daoxiang Village. I just want to try it. I want to invite you to go together tonight. What do you think? By the way, I'd also like to ask for advice on the stunt of blowing bamboo ... "There is no reason to refuse that grinning hospitality. After satiated with food and wine, the thing of blowing rice rolls away like a gust of wind ...
Days are like running water, flowing through my fingers.
Qi Xuanwang died and Qi Zhuo succeeded to the throne. One day, on a whim, King Gui wanted to check the income and expenditure records of the court. "What? This blowing band costs 12 thousand gold a month? " His brow tightened. "I want to cut the band. From tomorrow on, 3 musicians will play in front of me one by one. Those who play well will stay, only 1 will stay, and the others will be sent home to fend for themselves!"
when the news came, musicians talked about "Your Majesty is wise! As early as when he was a prince, I knew he was a man who knew music! " An old musician's admiration is beyond words. "He can even point out where we play well and where we need to improve!" "The 3-person blowing band is a bit huge, but to lay off 2 people, aren't many of us going to lose their jobs?" A musician next to him was worried.
"What are you worried about? With your blowing skills, one song is outstanding, and you are guaranteed to be happy! Unlike some people ... "The elderly man said, and his eyes glanced at Mr. Nan Guo next to him." When Xuanwang was in office, he only talked about ostentation and extravagance. The 3-member band was mixed, and the effect of playing was just neat, and the level of performance was really flattering. In the long run, if you do a good job, you will get a lot of money, and more and more musicians will fish in troubled waters! Who else will practice the skill of blowing rice? An expert looks at the doorway. Now the King wants us to perform solo. Isn't it an opportunity to select talents? Clean up those counterfeit goods, leaving only those who are skilled in blowing, and the performance level of our band will definitely be greatly improved! " "Yes, king wise! This reform measure is really wonderful! " Other musicians repeatedly echoed.
Mr. Nan Guo couldn't help shivering at the thought of the majesty of the King above the court, and sweat was already on his forehead. His legs are shaking like a sieve. If he continues to mix, not to mention that he will be exposed sooner or later, this crime of deceiving the monarch ... How can I bear it? Thirty-six plans to go is the best ...
In the dead of night, a thin figure climbed over the palace wall and ran towards the suburbs by taking the path. In his hand, he was still holding the shovel that had never been blown ...