Chapter 72 How could there be such a woman in the world
Song Zhiyan saw that Ye Chutang didn't want to be a female teacher.
"Miss Ye, do you have any concerns?"
Although there are many restrictions on women in this world, they will be criticized if they show up in public every day.
But he didn't think Ye Chutang would be the kind of woman who was bound by rules, otherwise she wouldn't have come to the Poetry Chanting Tower.
Ye Chutang took a sip of the fine Biluochun and smiled brightly.
"Compared to teaching and educating people, I prefer freedom."
"In short, lazy."
Song Zhiyan was amused by Ye Chutang's answer.
"Miss Ye is really... insightful."
It is true that only when you can see through things and let go can you be free.
"That's natural. Life on earth is no more than a hundred years, so live it as you please."
Song Zhiyan stopped smiling and his eyes turned serious as he looked at Ye Chutang.
"Miss Ye, in this world, no one can be truly free. You came to the Poetry Pavilion to become famous in order to stand higher and break free from the shackles. I can help you."
"The condition is to become a female teacher at Hua Ting Academy?"
"Miss Ye, no matter how high you stand, you are still under the emperor's feet. In this world, no one can escape."
The Song family had been in power for hundreds of years and had experienced three dynasties. They knew very well what to do when the country was in decline and the people were suffering.
There will be freedom only when the sea is peaceful and the rivers are clear, and the ruler is wise and the ministers are virtuous.
Ye Chutang put down the teacup and looked at Song Zhiyan seriously.
"Dean Song, everyone has his or her own way of living. How do you know that your freedom is the same as mine?"
There's nothing wrong with helping people, but forget about letting her save the world.
Seeing that he couldn't convince Ye Chutang, Song Zhiyan changed the subject.
"It was Song who was abrupt. He shouldn't have forced Miss Ye to make a choice."
After saying that, he stood up and walked to a guqin.
"This is a new zither that the Poetry Pavilion just got. I want to try out the sound of the zither. Miss Ye, do you mind?"
Although Ye Chutang was not good at music, he had learned it and knew a thing or two.
Song Zhiyan has ulterior motives, and so does she.
The longer she stayed in this room, the better it would be for her fame.
"It is my daughter's honor to listen to Dean Song playing the piano."
Song Zhiyan moved the zither to the table, the maid came forward to burn incense, and the boy brought him some water to wash his hands.
After completing the preparations, he tested the sound of the piano and began to play.
It was a song Ye Chutang had never heard of.
At first it was quiet and peaceful, then cheerful and lively, in the blink of an eye it was sad and plaintive, followed by war and war, and finally it was prosperous.
When Song Zhiyan pressed his hands on the strings to muffle the lingering sound, applause and praise rang out from outside the piano room.
He looked at Ye Chutang, "What do you think, Miss Ye?"
Ye Chutang commented truthfully, "The zither is of top quality. Dean Song has superb zither skills. The sound of the zither is full of emotion and he plays very well."
She could tell that he cared about the world and had great love.
“This piano…”
Ye Chutang heard that Song Zhiyan wanted to start with the origin of the guqin and continued to persuade her.
She interrupted immediately, "This piano is good, can I try it?"
Song Zhiyan turned the zither around and placed it in front of Ye Chutang, "Miss Ye, please."
Yesterday.
Ye Chutang made a stunning debut, but he didn't touch upon the annotations of ancient books and vocal music.
No one doubts her literary ability, but people are wondering if her vocal skills are her weakness.
So, she wants to give everyone a surprise today.
Ye Chutang washed his hands, tested his touch, and played a flourishing song "Yangchun Baixue".
Song Zhiyan gave her two lines of poetry.
"The air is clean and dignified, the snow and bamboo are glittering; everything knows spring, the breeze is gentle and gentle."
[Note: Taken from the explanation of "Shen Qi Mi Pu"]
"Miss Ye, do you mean that winter will eventually pass and spring will come, and everything will revive?"
Ye Chutang did not answer, but asked politely: "Dean Song, can I play another piece of pipa?"
Although Song Zhiyan didn't understand Ye Chutang's intention, he agreed.
"Zigui, go get the best pipa."
"Yes, sir."
When the servant returned with the pipa, Ye Chutang said, "Don't close the door, open the window too, so everyone can listen."
"House of Flying Daggers" is a good song, very suitable for these literati to experience.
Song Zhiyan had a hunch that the pipa piece Ye Chutang was going to play was not simple.
He asked, "Miss Ye, do you want to go to the high platform on the fifth floor to play?"
The interior of the Poetry Tower is hollow, and hangs countless ancient and modern masterpieces of poetry, calligraphy and painting.
In order to facilitate the hanging of the book boy, there is a small suspended platform on each floor, fixed with four iron chains and with pillars underneath, which makes it very stable.
Ye Chutang nodded, "Okay."
After trying the sound of the pipa, she carried the pipa to the platform on the fifth floor.
The maid brought over a comfortable chair.
Song Zhiyan asked the servant to notify everyone to open all the windows of the Poetry Tower.
If Ye Chutang wants to become famous, then he will help her.
By the way, let's borrow her influence to take the Poetry Tower to a higher level.
After Ye Chutang sat down, he plucked the strings of the pipa, and a murderous aura was immediately evident.
Troops are deployed, horns are blown, two armies meet, swords flash, life and death fight, ambushes are set up everywhere.
The listeners feel as if they are in the scene, their blood boils, and they feel nervous.
Qi Yanzhou, who was passing by the Poetry Chanting Tower, stopped immediately after hearing this.
He asked the doorman, "Who is playing this pipa?"
"Your Highness Prince Chen, it's Miss Ye."
Ever since Qi Yanzhou stopped being a playboy, he never went to any occasions where scholars and scholars gathered.
Today, he made an exception.
After writing a poem about people's livelihood, he entered the Poetry Tower.
As soon as he stepped into the building, the tone of the battle suddenly changed.
One side is on the verge of defeat, it is sad and tragic.
Many people shed tears after hearing this.
Song Zhiyan looked at Ye Chutang who was playing the piano with ecstasy, and his heart was moved by her emotionally full music.
How could there be such a woman in the world, who is better than thousands of men!
When he thought it was a sad song.
The tone suddenly took a sharp turn, becoming passionate, majestic and powerful.
This is the victorious side celebrating.
The people listening to the music went from sadness to joy, as if they had won a battle. They were ecstatic and their cheers shook the sky.
After Ye Chutang finished playing, he stood up, went back to the piano room, and returned the pipa to Song Zhiyan.
After Song Zhiyan asked the servant to put away the pipa, he bowed deeply to Ye Chutang.
"What song did Miss Ye just play? It was so stunning."
"House of Flying Daggers was not composed by me, I just learned some of it accidentally."
"Miss Ye, you are too modest. I'm afraid there is no one in the entire Beichen Kingdom who can play better than you."
"This piece of music is naturally relaxed and full of emotion. As long as you play it correctly, you can achieve this effect."
After that, Ye Chutang asked, "Does Dean Song know the purpose of my playing these two pieces?"
Song Zhiyan nodded.
"The return of spring after winter is a beautiful thing, but it often requires a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses to replace it."
The tide of history cannot be stopped.
He is willing to go with the flow, and some people don't want to get involved, and both are right.
Ye Chutang smiled and said, "Dean Song has great ambitions, I wish you success, but I am just a little girl, I don't want to care too much."
"understand."
As soon as he finished speaking, the servant knocked on the open door.
"Dean, Miss Ye, His Royal Highness Prince Chen is here."
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