Chapter 74 Tacit understanding

There is neither music score nor preparation. Xue Chongxun has not finished the music for a long time and cannot remember many parts of the music clearly, and he will dislodge the sound from time to time. However, Du Xian can adjust the drum sound in time to coordinate with it.

Although there are many mistakes in the eyes of experts, they can be smooth and uneven when playing and blowing.

Just entertainment and adjusting the banquet atmosphere is pretty good.

This is the best time Xue Chongxun has felt when he was exposed to music in recent years. As for his feelings a little longer, I can't remember them.

The mood changes with the ups and downs of the tone, sometimes bright and exciting, sometimes thick and grand. Music does not stagnate, it is like a smooth river flowing constantly in every mountain valley, without stopping or the same.

The guests also came to the river together, and their expressions changed with the tone of going out of the frontier.

Even the Zhongshu Ling Zhang Shuo, who is proficient in music, showed a casual listening look, proving that Xue Chongxun and Du Xian's performances are still impressive.

The performance around him encouraged Xue Chongxun's performance.

People are always looking for every exciting or joyful moment to wash away the troubles and numbness of mundane things.

Especially for people like Xue Chongxun, he often feels like nothing.

No wonder, when ordinary people have great sympathy for the joys and sorrows of the world, some people even feel sorry for killing chickens and pigs. However, they kill their cousins, their biological fathers and their grandmothers, and they have seen men, women, young and old in the city be slaughtered; at the same time, they have reached the extreme of extravagance and desire, and have never seen the pleasures of this era.

So all that is left is numbness.

I don’t want to just sing and singing to make him feel happy today.

Amid the ups and downs of melodies and drums, Xue Chongxun seemed to see thousands of troops galloping on the vast grassland and desert, as if he felt glory and blood, and an indescribable spirit.

He was even more ecstatic in his playing. At this moment, he felt that he was not standing in the palace in Chang'an mansion, but seeing cattle and sheep in the vast Liaoyuan wind blowing the grass. His robe was dancing with the breeze of nature, and the sound of the flute was echoing in the distant...

For the first time, I felt that this robe that resembles a skirt was so ancient and so fit.

After the song, the ministers stroking their hands and exclaiming, and some even beat the horses. The sound of the lingering sounds lingering on the beam for three months. This is of course an exaggeration. When Xue Chongxun hears too many praising words, he can naturally tell what is the truth and what is the compliment.

But this is a relatively smooth and smooth ensemble, which is true. Xue Chongxun glanced at Du Xian and couldn't say too much in front of everyone, so he said calmly: It's because General Du changed to drums and coordinated properly.

Du Xian smiled and clasped his fists and said: Since it is a ensemble, it is not a one-person achievement.

Xue Chongxun nodded slightly and thought to himself: At first, he was neglected, and he was not anxious because of this. Now he is praised and does not forget his feelings. He does have the style of an ancient gentleman; if the battlefield changes in victory or defeat, this person should be able to be neither arrogant nor impatient.

What Xue Chongxun’s most difficult to understand is the tacit understanding.

Logically, he and Du Xian met for the first time during the Battle of Helong. They didn't have much time to date. The main reason for the progress of their relationship is marriage; but he can cooperate with the wrong syllables and appear just right in unprepared emergencies. This tacit understanding is really mysterious.

At this time, Xue Chongxun had no idea about this person.

However, he did not show enthusiasm immediately, because with his status, he had a lot to do with the hot and cold performance of the people below, and could not rely on his temporary mood alone; just like the level of reward and punishment, you cannot give it a lot when you are happy.

The famous Jia Yi, who wrote "On the Over Qin Dynasty" during the Han Dynasty, was deeply loved by Emperor Wen. The two often talked with candles and slept day and night, but Jia Yi was still not reused for various reasons.

Xue Chongxun wanted to use Du Xian, so he was not in a hurry to be overheated to him. After all, he was not the only one in this court.

However, these did not stop Xue Chongxun from having an interest in private.

After the banquet, Cheng Ting returned home with him. Cheng Ting was dressed beautifully today and made it even more attractive under the jealousy and envy of the ladies. Xue Chongxun should have let her sleep; unexpectedly, he said he wanted to rest.

After a while, I asked my servant to call Du Xinmei over.

Du Xinmei looks a bit similar to Du Xian, with fair skin. She can't be said to be fat, but her arms, legs, and even waist are not as slender as other teenage girls in the house, and her breasts are also very large.

His words and deeds are calm and deeds, and he has a very generous demeanor.

Tonight, Xue Chongxun just came back from the banquet and drank a little more wine. At this time, his face was flushed and he was obviously in a good mood.

However, Du Xinmei's words and deeds did not relax at all, nor did she show frivolity, and she still bowed in a proper manner.

Facing such a woman, Xue Chongxun could not joke. After a while, he asked in a casual tone: By the way, what kind of person is your father?

Du Xinmei said: My father is not limited to words and laughter, and he is very strict in discipline, and he always teaches us to value filial piety and courtesy.

I'm not referring to this, it's...ah, forget it.Xue Chongxun thought about it and said, does he like music on weekdays?

Du Xinmei said: When he lived at home, he would go to the piano room to sit quietly every night, which was to "examine me three times a day", but he rarely heard the sound of silk and bamboo.

Xue Chongxun sighed, feeling that he couldn't ask anything like this, so he planned to give up.

At this time, Du Xinmei said to serve the husband Kuanyi, but Xue Chongxun was still in high spirits and had no sleepiness. He even wanted to continue playing a song to relieve his feelings. However, he turned to look at the window. It was already late at night and he was still fiddling with the things in the room with his concubine. Tomorrow, Sun might talk about him again.

Since I can't sleep with loose clothes, I think that's all I can do.

The Tang Dynasty was open and freer than other dynasties, but the folk scholars still valued Confucianism. It was obvious that Du Xinmei was a person who was deeply influenced by ethics, so she seemed rigid and restrained in this regard.

However, Xue Chongxun understands this reserved and implicit culture, and he also understands another feature.

She lie down with her clothes and then blew out all the candles. Xue Chongxun didn't like to do that in the dark, but it was too late to stop her.

After the room returned to darkness, she carefully untied herself, then lay down on her back, waiting for Xue Chongxun to do whatever she wanted. Obviously, in her eyes, the woman could not take the initiative to be suspected of being a slut.

Xue Chongxun reached out and touched her soft body. She didn't say anything or respond. This made Xue Chongxun feel a little strange, and she had the illusion of playing with inflatable things, but he didn't care.

After a while, my eyes finally adapted to the dim light. The moonlight shone in from the window paper. Only when the lights were turned off did people notice its seemingly blue light.

The weather is still hot this season and there is no cover for the quilt. Xue Chongxun finally saw the white jade body next to him in the faint moonlight.

He felt that this dull posture could not relieve his aftermath, so he ordered: Turn around.

Du Xinmei turned over obediently after a moment. She lay on the bed and pressed the two soft balls on her chest so that it was particularly attractive. Xue Chongxun was also intriguing, so she reached out and grabbed her waist and pulled it back to make her buttocks stick up. Her round buttocks were so round and smooth that people couldn't let go of it...

After a long time, Xue Chongxun hugged her and let her sit in his arms, and simply lay down on his back and stopped moving. Du Xinmei, who had been very passive, sat on him and finally couldn't help twisting her waist.

Her heavy breathing was filled with a series of suppressed moans, as if she was deliberately enduring it.

It was a wonderful night and a very happy time.It makes people sink into that shallow moan and forget all their worries.

……

The next day, Xue Chongxun went to the study to find out a few music scores. Some of them were practiced when he was young, but now he has almost forgotten them.

When Sun asked, he said that the music can be mysterious and mysterious.

In fact, he was savoring the joy of yesterday and suddenly realized that this thing can make people spend a good time.

But today I picked up the music score and instrument and tossed for a while, but Xue Chongxun only felt bored and could no longer find that feeling.

There is a poem that happy times are always fleeting, which makes him very agree with it.

Maybe it’s boring to play alone, Xue Chongxun remembered Fei Yan in the Prince’s Music House and thought to himself: She is a professional, and she must be a hundred times better than Du Xian, an amateur. It’s better to ask her to spend her leisure days.

After thinking about it, he went to the Lefang, where there were all kinds of bells, drums and orchestral instruments. Feiyan was also happy and enthusiastic when he arrived.

After the two talked for a while, Xue Chongxun proposed to play with Feiyan in a casual tone.

Feiyan agreed naturally. He thought that yesterday's song "Going to the Frontier" was the most familiar, so he wanted to do it again first.

He couldn't play the most familiar one, and there were always noises in the bars. He paused for the first time. Obviously, he couldn't hear such low-level mistakes in her ears.

However, she didn't say anything, and later tried to match the rhythm of the flute to be harmonious with it. Unexpectedly, Xue Chongxun always felt that he was half a step away from playing the same game.

After the performance, the singing girls next to them were not good enough to praise them too much.

Feiyan knew that he had not succeeded, so his face looked a little embarrassed.

Xue Chongxun smiled disapprovingly: This generous and rough music is really a bit embarrassing for Feiyan to play, and I am not thorough in thinking about it.

Feiyan smiled and said: Isn’t this the prince’s own home? But you don’t have to worry about it.

That's... Xue Chongxun laughed fiercely. It seems that the sound of the outbound gate must be played in the future that is scattered across the desert. The key is mind and demeanor, and the sub-sections seem to be unimportant.

He looked around and saw the silk hanging down, the decorations of the objects were exquisite and beautiful, the golden and purple were a scene of wealth and honor, and the artistic conception of going out of the border could no longer be found.

At this moment, he suddenly became unexpectedly tired of this environment, and luxury was synonymous with low and unlucky at this time.