Little Detective of the Tang Dynasty: What to do if you are beheaded at the beginning?

"Song Lang, where are you going?"

"Play a song for you!" Song Zhen turned around and blinked.

He could have copied poems and brought poems after the Tang Dynasty to show off.

Unfortunately, he didn't know he would travel through time, so he didn't memorize many poems.

A plagiarist, one less poem to copy, must be careful.

He couldn't help itching to play when he heard the sound of musical instruments downstairs.

Before traveling through time, he was a student of "Central Conservatory of Music" and was good at various classical instruments.

He was very good at Western things like piano and violin.

"Miss Chunhua." Song Zhen stood on the stage with his hands behind his back, smiling and greeting the beauty on the stage.

Miss Chunhua stopped dancing, she called out happily: "Little Langjun, why are you here? Why didn't you notify Anu in advance?"

"No problem, you continue." Song Zhen stretched out his right hand very gentlemanly.

Miss Chunhua was a little shy, and her every frown and gesture was full of charm.

After just one song, Song Zhen walked up to the musician playing the huqin on the stage and asked politely: "Young lady, may I borrow the erhu?"

"What is the erhu?" The musician was at a loss, she had never heard of this term.

"It's the instrument in your hand. In my hometown, it's called erhu."

The musician was a little hesitant. She didn't know if the handsome guest in front of her could play it, and she was worried that she would mess up the performance.

She looked upstairs at Yanu for help.

Yanu nodded and asked her to hand over the huqin.

This table has an extraordinary origin. When she passed by just now, she heard someone shouting "Minister Yan"?

Bianzhou is just a lower state. In modern times, it is just a third- or fourth-tier city.

A national minister actually came in person? It's hard to imagine!

Song Zhen pulled up the musician very gentlemanly. Hmm, it felt a little slippery.

He put his right leg on his left leg and put the erhu on his thigh.

Everyone looked at him in confusion, wondering what the guest meant.

"Can he play the erhu?"

"Of course not. How many men in the world are good at playing musical instruments?"

"Then why did he go up there?"

"Learning to walk in Handan." Commonly known as pretending to be cool.

Yan Liben on the third floor suddenly became interested. He asked Di Renjie: "Can Mr. Song play a musical instrument?"

Di Renjie shook his head: "I don't know. I haven't seen him play it."

Song Zhen sat for a long time. He tried to pull the strings because he always felt something was wrong.

It turned out to be the timbre! There is a very significant difference from the modern erhu playing method. It is divided into string pulling and string plucking, so the timbre needs to take into account both, and the production of the bow is also different from the modern one.

Suddenly, he remembered something. It turned out that the props were missing.

He asked the Pipa musician beside him: "Excuse me, do you have any black cloth?"

"Yes." The Pipa musician's belt was made of black cloth.

Song Zhen showed an honest smile, and he stretched out his hand: "Please do me a favor, young lady."

The Pipa musician saw that Song Zhen was very handsome, her pretty face turned red, and she said in a delicate voice: "Let me help you tie it."

She stood up leisurely, took off the skirt around her waist, and surrounded Song Zhen's eyes.

Song Zhen smelled a faint fragrance at the tip of his nose, which was the unique fragrance of a young girl.

The two stood very close, and he could even feel each other's smooth skin.

The black cloth was made of gauze and was a little transparent.

Song Zhen accidentally saw a touch of spring light that the Pipa musician accidentally revealed when she leaned over.

"Okay, young lady." The Pipa musician returned to her seat.

Song Zhen, with the black cloth wrapped around his eyes, was like a blind man.

As we all know, ordinary people think that the most impressive person who plays the erhu is a blind person.

Song Zhen didn't feel anything without a blindfold.

"Please, Miss Chunhua, dance with me."

After a while, he lowered his head slightly, and his expression suddenly became sad.

The soft and rich sound of the erhu sounded, and the focus was not on the sound of the erhu, but on the tone, which was extremely sad, giving everyone goose bumps.

"No, it's not the sound of the erhu, but this song." Yan Liben exclaimed.

Di Renjie's eyes were straight, and he didn't expect that Song Lang could really play it?

The melodious, but slightly sad sound of the erhu made every guest who passed by stop and listen.

The song is called "Beautiful Mythology", which is different from the music style of the Tang Dynasty at that time.

However, the emotions brought by the music are the same, and everyone present was attracted by the sad and graceful sound of the erhu.

The stage next door also became quiet, and everyone came over.

Song Zhen pursed his lips, and played alone, shaking his head.

Every time he played this piece, he would always think of the plot of "Mythology" involuntarily.

Yi Xiaochuan, like him, traveled to the distant ancient times.

However, he has Su Su and Princess Yu Shu who love him, and Gao Yao who traveled through time with him and is loyal and righteous.

And what about me?At this moment, he finally realized the loneliness in Yi Xiaochuan's heart.

Leaving his hometown, he had no relatives.

He thought of his postmodern girlfriend, his parents at home, and his friends who often went to wash feet together...

But these people followed him to the Tang Dynasty, and they might never see each other again in their lives.

Everyone felt the depression and sadness in Song Zhen's heart from the sound of the piano, and they were all moved.

"This song reminds me of running under the sunset when I was young." Yan Liben closed his eyes and drank a bowl of wine silently.

Wang Yifang said nothing, he remembered the time when he was deposed.

But Di Renjie seemed to see his future.

Other audiences were moved, and some wiped their tears and told their stories.

"Wow, I miss Lu Siniang."

"Isn't Lu Siniang the widow next door to you?"

"Tang law stipulates that I can't miss a widow?"

"......"

The girl Chunhua on the stage was moved by the sound of the piano. She silently swung her long sleeves and danced lightly.

Her dance added a lot of color to the song. People are visual animals.

The style of Tang music is mostly slow and long, and there are few songs with such rich emotions.

After the song, Song Zhen took off the black skirt, and saw the Pipa musician beside him looking at him with tears in her eyes, wanting to say something but not saying it.

"Thank you." Song Zhen returned the skirt to the Pipa musician.

The Pipa musician blushed and lowered her head, saying softly, "It's good if you like it."

"Young man, can you tie it for me?"

I was so angry that Song Zhen was so weak that there was only one place...

My dear, you know how to do business. If it were any other man, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Unfortunately, my last name is Liu, and I already have someone in my heart.

He smiled and shook his head, declining the beauty's kindness.

For some reason, the Pipa musician's pretty face became even redder, like a ripe red Fuji.

She tilted her head and dared not look at him. From time to time, she raised her eyes and peeked. After meeting his clear eyes, she panicked and lowered her head again.

Alas, women in this era are so innocent.

If it were in the postmodern era, she would probably be slapped.

"Can you be a man? I'm so anxious."

At this time, Yan Liben on the third floor shouted loudly: "Song Xiaoyou, can you play it again? I haven't heard enough."

Song Zhen smiled and nodded and replied loudly: "Yes."

Because the attic was too noisy, he didn't think much about it. He naturally leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Young lady, can I borrow your pipa?"

The hot breath stirred the heartstrings of the pipa musician. She was soft all over, and only two places were...

Although she was born in Huichunfang, the brothels in the Tang Dynasty were serious places. Don't think too much.

She nodded shyly and handed the pipa to Song Zhen obediently.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this. Good guy, you can also play the pipa?

Song Zhen walked to the stage, he put his hands straight, bowed slightly, and made an opening ceremony.

"I'm practicing..."

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Fuck, I almost couldn't help saying that? Fortunately, there was no black guy in Tang Dynasty.

Seeing this, Yanu quickly asked someone to bring a chair to the stage.

"Young man, you don't have to come down, just perform on it."

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