Xie Daoqing looked at it, the mirror was smooth and straight, and the four sides were decorated with dragons and phoenixes, even if the light in the hall was not strong, every hair of her was illuminated clearly, and there were some subtle places on her face that she had seen for the first time in her life, which was many times better than the bronze mirror she was using now!

Quan Jiu and the concubines also widened their eyes, trying to lean over to see what their appearance looked like.

Xie Daoqing was overjoyed, why does this Cheng Yue always have so many treasures? Take out just one and you'll be so satisfied. gave Cheng Yue a thumbs up and praised: "The mirror of the Metropolitan Governor is meticulous, it is really a great baby!" I don't know if there's anything else? ”

Cheng Yue said: "Of course. The last time he saw the mercy, he painted a picture when he returned, and he was about to dedicate it to the saint. ”

Xie Daoqing and the ministers were faintly disappointed. Painting, Xie Daoqing has already received one hundred and eighty pieces today, although Cheng Yue's sketching skills are amazing, but compared with the previous few earth-shattering gifts, it is not much unusual, is it that most of the superintendents are poor? Can only be hard-hitting?

Cheng Yue lifted a corner of the cover cloth on the piano, pulled out a long scroll from it, and called Chen Baohe: "Come, the two of us will open it for the Queen Mother." ”

Chen Baohe trembled with excitement. Cheng Yue didn't need to curry favor with him, the majority of the governors really regarded him as an equal person by placing himself side by side, and Shi should die as a confidant.

Chen Bao stepped forward and slowly unfolded the long axis with Cheng Yue one after the other. As the painting revealed its true face little by little, all the ministers stood up, and the cheers gradually rang out from nothing, and then the applause was like thunder, shaking the hall.

It turned out that Cheng Yue used extremely fine sketching techniques to draw Xie Daoqing's appearance when he was young. I saw Xie Daoqing in the painting wearing a plain long dress, standing under a plum tree and sniffing lightly with a plum blossom in his hand. Clear eyebrows. Dust wafted out. Indescribably coquettish. It's just a relief for people. Cheng Yue carefully modulated a variety of colors, restored the people and objects in the painting to the greatest extent, and in many places also borrowed the skills of later generations of Gongbi girl comics, and even the hair was handled very carefully, truly lifelike. When the painting was finally erected and displayed in front of the ministers, it was like a real stunning girl appearing in the main hall. The voices of the ministers were endless, and no matter how good the painting skills were, they had to bow down.

And that's not all, in the blank space on the left side of the painting. With Juanxiu's regular script will be the words of the "Bead Curtain" on it, the calligraphy and painting complement each other, the situation is long, as long as you see it, you are all stupid.

Cheng Yue said: "The minister imaginarily painted the appearance of the saint before, and I don't know how to draw it, if it is not like it, the minister is willing to take the offense." The words on this painting are written by the minister's concubine Guan Sheng, and this painting is only seen by the minister and Guan Sheng, which is the first time it has been shown. ”

Xie Daoqing did not speak. Let Chen Baohe take the painting into the curtain and look at himself in the painting carefully. Leisurely reminds me of the green years of my youth. The green plum given to her by the boy next door, the butterfly she pounced on when she was in a hurry, the innocence when she entered the palace, and the ecstasy of becoming beautiful at the beginning of her serious illness, all appeared in front of her as if they were yesterday. Unconsciously, it's been so many years, alas

Cheng Yue's painting painted more than ninety percent of her girlish appearance, which is very realistic, and it is too good to be better. Quan Jiu and the concubines around him also let out a sigh of amazement, they had never seen such a painting like a real person, and they really wanted to let the Metropolitan Governor paint one for themselves.

Xie Daoqing put away his thoughts and said to Cheng Yue with emotion: "Thank you Dadu Governor for making a wish for the mourning family, the mourning family has often been thinking recently, what is the mourning family like when they are young?" Why can't I remember? Now with this painting, the mourners don't have to be sad about this anymore. Baohe, hung this painting in the mourning room, and sent it into the mourning house together with this mirror, glasses, and magnifying glass. The governor of the capital is grateful for this thought, and the mourning family is grateful, and there is nothing to repay. At this point, I was already a little choked.

Cheng Yue hurriedly said: "Do you want to know what the sage has prepared?" ”

Xie Daoqing remembered that Cheng Yue still had two gifts to give, and looked forward to it even more, and said, "Is it something like this in front of you?" ”

Cheng Yue said: "Yes, but this is the last one." The fifth is that the minister made a four-wheeled carriage for the two saints, which can be used by the two saints to go out and travel. The carriage was parked outside the main hall, and the saint could go and see it when he had time, and the minister promised that the saint would like it. ”

The eyes of the whole hall lit up when they heard it! The four-wheeled carriage was built by the Metropolitan Governor! However, can it be used normally? How about a turn? Is it big? Is it comfortable? Be sure to go out and check it out later. If it's easy to use, you have to order one for yourself to make it easier to travel.

Xie Daoqing said happily: "This is a good thing, the mourning family likes it, and the Metropolitan Governor is really a genius, and he can actually build a four-wheeled carriage." Okay, the mourning family doesn't need to look at it to know that it must be good, thank you for your intentions. ”

Cheng Yue smiled: "Don't dare to praise as a saint." In order to make it, the minister asked the palace for forty tusks, spent a huge amount of money, and invited countless craftsmen to build it day and night, just to take advantage of the saint's birthday today, to fulfill the minister's promise to the saint. The minister wrote a song to sing to the saints. Before that, the minister had to play a piece for the saint so that the saint could experience the beauty of the piano. After speaking, he beckoned to Chen Baohe, and Chen Baohe gave a chair and placed it next to the piano.

This time, not only Xie Daoqing, but all the concubines and ministers involuntarily leaned forward and looked at Cheng Yue intently. The six-stringed piano invented by Cheng Yue can now often be heard in Yaleju, with a unique sound and color, which is very beautiful. Yaleju has started to sell to the outside world, and many singers and musicians have learned how to play at Yaleju, and some of them have made a lot of money because there are too many people who want to listen. Listen to Yaleju's Baji said, the Metropolitan Governor made the king of musical instruments - the piano, the sound is extremely beautiful, but it is too expensive, and it is difficult to learn, it can only be heard in the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, the ministers are regretful, I didn't expect that now I can actually hear this legendary musical instrument play with my own ears, and it is the Metropolitan Governor himself playing and singing! This is really a once-in-a-century experience, and I'm afraid there is only one time in this life, and it's hard to buy a thousand dollars!

Cheng Yue lifted the cover of the piano, opened the lid, sat in front of the piano and moved his fingers a few times. The whole hall didn't even dare to breathe, but hundreds of people in the hall were silent, all holding their breath for the voice of the king of musical instruments.

Cheng Yue put his hands on the keys and played a few rhythms briefly. The whole hall opened their mouths, which was very different from the instruments they heard, and it was even more beautiful, and the shot was extraordinary.

Cheng Yue paused, his fingers fell again, and a beautiful song "Dedicated to the Pipe Rise" flowed out of the keys like mercury. The heavenly music brought everyone into it, and Xie Daoqing and the others unconsciously twisted their bodies along with the music. Some of the ministers in the hall listened attentively, some shook their heads, some gently beat the beat with their hands, and some looked excited and intoxicated, all immersed in the wonderful music.

Cheng Yue played a song, and the aftermath lingered for a long time.

There was silence in the hall for a moment, and they all did not want to wake up to the music. Xie Daoqing took the lead in standing up and applauding, and all the concubines and ministers also stood up from their seats and applauded Cheng Yue, even the Liuchen party. The applause was stirring, and there were constantly cheers, which became more and more enthusiastic.

Cheng Yue got up to salute back, and the applause continued non-stop. The piano is indeed the king of musical instruments, and it is undoubtedly a blessing to hear such beautiful music.

After a long time, the applause slowly weakened. Xie Daoqing couldn't hide his excitement and said: "Dadu Du, why can this music be so beautiful, it is not enough to describe the beauty of nature!" This birthday of the mourning family is really unforgettable! ”

Cheng Yue said to Xie Daoqing: "The saint forgives the sins, the concubine who wrote that sentence is not the concubine who did not accept the house, and the minister has some special favor for her, and she is always responsible for making this piano." This song just now was written by the minister for her, and the name is "Dedicated to the Pipe Sheng", the minister is very doting on his wife and concubine, so he uses the word "dedication", the saint is not strange. The following song was specially written for the saint, called "Forgotten Time", for fear of humiliating listening, the minister confessed first. ”

After speaking, he took a deep breath, played a string of melodious preludes on the piano, and sang slowly: "Who is knocking on my window,

Who's tickling the strings,

That forgotten time,

Gradually, it came back up to my heart

Who's banging on my window

Who's tickling the strings

Memories of the joyous scene

Slowly came to my mind

The light rain that fell slowly

Keep banging on my window

Only the silent me

Think back to the past from time to time

Who's banging on my window

Who's tickling the strings

Memories of the joyous scene

Slowly came to my mind. ”

Cai Qin's "Forgotten Time" reverberates leisurely in the hall, accompanied by the soft sound of the piano, bringing everyone in the hall into the memories of the past.

Wen Tianxiang closed his eyes with Cheng Yue's music, and all kinds of past seemed to come to mind like a dream. I think of the glory of becoming the champion at the age of 20 and the glory of the hairpin flower parade on the street, and I also think of the hardships of scattering all the wealth and recruiting troops to resist the Yuan soldiers. Those heroes who followed him died on the battlefield one by one, their voices and smiles were so deep and kind, but he would never see them again anyway. His nose was sore, his throat choked, and his tears couldn't stop rolling down, completely unstoppable.

Not only Wen Tianxiang, everyone in the hall has their own unforgettable memories, which were triggered by Cheng Yue's singing and music one by one, stirring in their minds like a tide, and there were almost few who did not cry, and many of the ministers whimpered, desperately trying to control themselves so that they did not cry.

Among the concubines, there are those with sad backgrounds, who have been widowed since they were young, and they were almost kicked out of the palace a few days ago, and they are lonely. Thinking of this, although I have endured it in every possible way, I still can't cry. If it weren't the Empress Dowager's birthday today, the palace would inevitably cry together, and no one would stay out of it at all. (To be continued......)