The autumn moon is soaking in the river, the breeze is coming, and the water waves are not stirring. The sound of a pipa comes from a little light in such night, floating on the river, adding a bit of secluded emotion.

It was clearly a pipa, but it was like a flute, with resentment, admiration, crying and complaining. Even Wang Qing, a person with different music, could feel the sadness, sorrow, and loneliness contained in it, let alone Bai Juyi, who understands pipa. Although he did not shed tears, he had already looked sad.

The girl in red dress hugged the pipa, her bare hands were hooked. After a while, her eyes became even more sad. With a move of her wrist, a "clang" sound broke the previously seemingly low and sad tune, and raised the tone of the whole song more than just!

The sound of the strings was like a sudden rain, hitting the earth, mixed with bass sounds like whispers, mixed together, just like a string of pearls of different sizes that fell on the blue jade plate and jumped and opened.

The sound of the string goes from high to low, as if the cheerful stream is blocking the road when it encounters a big rock, and becomes slower.

This slowness continued to deepen. A cold air appeared in front of Wang Qing. There was a scene of ice spreading from both sides of the stream blocked by the rocks towards the middle. The stream had also struggled, but it could not escape the fate of being frozen.

When the last little water surface was covered with ice, the entire stream lie like a jade dragon among the hills, and the last trace of pipagio disappeared, as if it was sealed together.

After a brief silence, there was another "clang" sound, like a glass of water falling to the ground and shattering, water droplets burst out, and cavalrymen in black robes and black armor waved their swords and guns together!

In Wang Qing's mind, the completely frozen stream suddenly burst with the sound of this extremely high string sound, and crystal ice cubes of various sizes burst into pieces...

The sky is as clear as washing, the autumn moon hangs high, the fishing fires on the river are dotted, the night wind blows on the water surface, the microwave gently pats the side of the boat, and the boat floats slightly...

In the boat room, there was silent. Even Wang Qing, who had many confused thoughts in his mind, had his heart like an ancient well at this moment, as if his mind had been purified. Perhaps this is the beauty of music...

At the end of the song, the girl in the red dress sat there in her original position holding the pipa. After a while, her shoulders trembled slightly, and then a soft sob sounded.

Wang Qing was suddenly shocked and walked out of the ethereal state just now. When he looked, he found that at some point, the pipa girl was already in tears...

"...I was originally a girl from the capital. I studied under the two Shancai of Mu and Cao and lived in Toad Mausoleum. When I was thirteen years old, my pipa skills were already proficient. When the two Shancai heard about my pipa, I always felt a lot of emotion..."

The girl of Pipa who was moved by the intrigue had lost her tears and handed over the Pipa to the maid, calmed down, and after sitting down again, she began to tell her experience.

Her voice was a little sad, but when she talked about this, it was still difficult to hide her pride.

Toad Mausoleum, originally named Xiamaling, was the tomb of Dong Zhongshu, who told Emperor Wu of Han about the beauty. He had many disciples. After he was buried here, the students he had taught before, or some Confucian scholars who respected him very much, would consciously dismount and walk to show respect.

According to legend, even Emperor Wu of Han got off his horse when he passed by.

Over time, Xiamaling was circulated as Toad Maling. Although the word "六" has changed, its prosperity has not changed at all, and it is even more than that.

Especially during the Tang Dynasty, the area around Toad Mausoleum was even more prosperous.

It is indeed worthy of being able to own such a house in the prosperous place of the imperial capital, and it can also be seen that her previous life was really rich.

And what she made before were children of wealthy families, such as "Wuling young people competed for their heads, and I don't know how to count the song of red silk."

The five tombs refer to the Changling of Emperor Gaozu of Han, the Anling of Emperor Hui, the Yangling of Emperor Jing, the Maoling of Emperor Wu, and the Pingling of Emperor Zhao.

In the Han Dynasty system, high-ranking officials and noble families wanted to move to the vicinity of the imperial tombs to prosper the area. Therefore, Changling City, Anling City, Yangling City, etc. were formed around the imperial tombs.

These five places naturally became the settlements of powerful families, and the young people in Wuling refer to the children of powerful families.

From this we can see what the Pipa girl is about herself, or what the life she yearns for, is like.

‘The silver comb in the head of the tin is broken, and the blood-colored silk skirt is dirty with wine.”

Amid the music, the carnival people beat the tables and chairs with precious jewelry, and beat the wine glasses, and the precious wine splashed out, filthing the precious clothes. It was not a pity. The lights were bright and the wine was full of money.

"I suddenly dreamed of being a young man late at night, and my dreams were crying and my makeup was red and my tears were dripping."

What can I do when I am a young man? Or what I did before in the Jiaofangsi?

Behind those seemingly lively and prosperous scenes, there is endless emptiness and loneliness, but the Pipa Girl did not see this side. She only saw the happiness in front of her, and to the point where she is now, she still yearns for it.

She herself was also a person who was playing with her own heart. Otherwise, her previous fame, judging from the "I don't know how many songs of red silk", she made a lot of money, but she didn't know that the money was precious, so she spent it all. Then when "my brother left and the army died, the color came from the morning and evening, she became particularly depressed and unwilling to marry a businessman as a wife.

In ancient times, when scholars, farmers, industry and commerce were arranged one by one, it was indeed worth pride to marry a businessman, especially for those who came from the imperial capital, who had contacted the children of powerful people and romantic scholars every day, the businessman was even more unbearable.

Unfortunately, after her face disappeared, all the people she yearned for turned around without any nostalgia, and continued to pursue others in the way she once sought after her.

And she could only hold the pipa that once brought her countless reputations, and marry a businessman whom she looked down upon...

This is a person who has not seen life clearly, recognized himself, and is overly addicted to the past...

As the Pipa Girl tells the story, the kind of admiration that Wang Qing had previously developed for the Pipa Girl because of the Pipa Song gradually disappeared, and he felt a sense of indescribing or contempt, but he just sighed slightly in his heart.

Not for the Pipa Girl, but for the merchants who went to Fuliang to buy tea.

The prostitute's fate is not good, even if the innocent prostitute really meets some powerful people, they will not be able to clear them up... It is common for them to be kicked out after they are old and stay on the streets.

For example, Qin Miaoguan, a famous prostitute in Tokyo during the Xuanhe period of the Northern Song Dynasty, was famous when he was "Seguan Capital". When the painter chased her and asked them to paint her, he then sold it in the streets and alleys.

However, when I met my old friend again, I had a disheveled face, like a beggar, hiding under the eaves to shelter from the rain, and then carefully stretched out my feet to take the rain and wash them... The situation is extremely miserable.

Even if the ending of a nun is better, there is also a distinction between voluntary and involuntary. Voluntary means being destined to die, and only wishing to live this life, but involuntary means being forced by a playboy and gentry, and even having to destroy one's appearance in order to continue living.

Some married prostitutes were killed by the head of the family and did not want them to be implicated. For example, Gao Cong asked his dozen prostitutes to "burn their fingers and swallow charcoal and become nuns."

Some emperors also asked palace prostitutes to be buried with them or become monks after their death.

Those who really become monks naturally want to practice by taking the purity of the door, while those who fake become monks regard this as a living network and treat the nunnery as a place to live.

Because of insufficient practice of Taoism, it is common to have a swelling heart. Therefore, some pilgrims who often come to give will be blessed. If you worship the virtual Bodhisattva, there will be real female Bodhisattvas who will personally explain the mystery to him... Some monks who are already romantic and handsome are blessed, and you will no longer have to worry that the little monk has nowhere to wash his hair...

There are some more things that I am a madam, and I buy a good-looking little daughter as my adopted daughter when I am young, train it myself, teach it my lifelong practice and summarize experience. When I get older, I will let my adopted daughter pick up customers, and after I make some money, I will make the capital profit and gradually grow the business.

Of course, while being a pimp mother, some people will go on the battlefield personally and hone their skills after years of practice to avoid losing them...

What is better is getting married, but most of them are concubines, and most of them are entrusted with non-humans. Once you encounter a beast with a verbal dislike, everything will become cold after the freshness after entering the door.

Moreover, because of the problem of origin, not only did the rest of the family look down on him, but even the man was still contemptuous. Then the tragedy began. After getting tired of it, he was used to exchange with others or sold again, which is common...

Wang Qing has experienced many ancient worlds. Although he is miserable and has never been to brothels once, he still knows a lot about the situation of ancient prostitutes. Compared with others, the result of Pipa Girl is already very good!

After nearly an hour, he roughly understood the feelings of the merchant for the pipa girl from some details.

At this time, Fuliang tea is not a good tea, which means that the merchants cannot make huge profits in the process of selling Fuliang tea. From the fact that he needs to go to Fuliang to sell tea in person, it can be seen that his family business is not very big, and he is not a wealthy family.

But such a person is willing to spend a lot of money to buy such a two-story boat that looks expensive for Pipa Girl, and watch the various objects in the cabin, as well as Pipa Girl's clothing and jewelry, etc., without any qualities.

A person who doesn't make much money is willing to spend so much money on her. Even though this relationship is mixed with some other selfish desires, it surpasses most people.

But the girl of Pipa became sadder the more she said it. She burst into tears and said, "The businessman values ​​profit and rather than parting. The moon before yesterday, she went to Fuliang to buy tea, and went to the river mouth to guard the empty boat, and the moon was bright and the river was cold..."

I can't accompany you when I go to transport tea, and I can't support you if I don't transport tea... This is indeed helpless, but these cannot be the reason why you cry and seduce the poet Bai Da?
Chapter completed!