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After the rebellion of Guangtu officials was put down by the court, some young men and women were selected from the captured natives as usual and brought back to the palace. Women are maids and men are prison guards. One of them was a boy in white with a paulownia xylophone on his back, and his clothes were flying like a fairy. After he entered the palace, he did not become an internal supervisor, but became the king's pianist.
The heavy shackles on the feet indicate the identity of the guilty minister. The chains are deeply embedded in the flesh, and there is a striking blood stain behind him when he walks. However, the metal buckle slammed into Zheng Ran's voice, just like his head held high proudly. The king sat high in the temple and looked at him with interest. For a moment, he ordered his personal bodyguard to come forward and take off the shackles on the pianist's feet.
The bodyguard won the trust and favor of the king, and his mother was the king's wet nurse. They grew up drinking the same milk as brothers. The bodyguard is different from the erratic and violent cool thin of the king. He is such a lively and friendly person that everyone can be friends. He looked at the pianist piteously, and the pain of the deep friction of the shackles was unbearable even for himself who had been practicing martial arts since childhood, not to mention his seemingly fragile nature.
As a result, his gesture to untie the shackles was particularly gentle. When he looked up, he saw the pianist frowning slightly in pain. There is nothing he can do but give him a friendly and bright smile to show his comfort. The king ordered the violinist to play a tune, and the violinist did so. Fingertips fly like butterflies, and the unique sound of Tongmuqin pours out like running water, which is the tune of my hometown. When the piano music lingered, I vaguely heard the bodyguard standing quietly behind the king humming the same song. The pianist suddenly turned around and realized that he was from his hometown. Here, this song is no longer played for the king. In order for him to hear the music of his hometown. Because of this song, the pianist has become a popular candidate, and he is indispensable both inside and outside the concert hall. Where the king was lucky, the melodious sound of the pianist floated over.
How many people hate their eyes bleeding, how many people envy their roots, but he just quietly plays with his paulownia inside. The king's love is nothing to him. He just wants to tell the guards standing quietly behind the king the feelings hidden in the strings. Finally, he reached the point of loving infinity. For the first time in many years, the king waved his bodyguard off and told him that he didn't need to be around tonight. There are only two people left above the main hall: the king and the pianist. In contrast, he smiled and hugged the pianist and said he would stay tonight. The violinist proudly raised his head, and the paulownia pipa behind him symbolized silent resistance. If you are soft, you must use force. He is the king of the world and no one dares to disobey him. In the tearing concession, the pianist's beloved Tongmuqin was severely thrown to the ground by the furious king and broke in two.
He was startled and sat trembling on the ground. Tongmuqin is his only connection with his hometown. The king was defeated, smiled coldly and gave the violinist a scepter of thirty. I am forbidden to stay in the cold palace in Nanyuan, and I can't see anyone unless I write a letter. As a guilty minister, he easily won the king's favor with a few songs, which was extremely glorious. However, just overnight, Gan Kun turned around and he was imprisoned in the desolate Nanyuan. He was covered in scars, without medicine, and even the Tongmuqin, who was regarded as a confidant, was destroyed, leaving only a bloody white suit to accompany him day and night.
The bodyguard was worried, but quietly came to visit with ointment, carefully removing carrion and applying herbs for him. I cooked a spoonful of porridge for him. The smile was as cheerful as when I first saw it, which gave him deep comfort. The cold and silent years in Nanyuan have also become much better. The violinist's injury gradually improved, and the guards asked him why he was crazy. The violinist just didn't overdo it, his skill was poor, and he accidentally played the wrong sound, which led to this disaster. Knowing that he didn't want to say anything more, the guards asked people outside the palace to make a new piano and gave it to the pianist. The pianist is always unhappy when he caresses the piano, and the guard also says that the piano sounds blank.
It turns out that the wood used to make the piano is very particular, and only the paulownia wood produced in Guangdong and Guangxi can pop up the charm of the past. Without the paulownia trees in my hometown, I can't play the songs in my hometown. The damaged paulownia was long gone, and the guards tried their best to send the paulownia from Guangdong and Guangxi before rushing out of another paulownia. When he gave it to the pianist, he also smiled gently, always as cold as a fallen fairy. We agreed to meet that day, but it began to rain at night.
. The pianist was worried that the guard wouldn't come, but he arrived as promised and rushed in. Although his clothes were wet, he looked up and smirked at him. The falling rain stirred quiet inside, the warm yellow candles flashed ambiguous gestures, and the pianist's plucking gestures became more and more chaotic. Who got up and blew out the lamp, who soaked the white clothes with crystal beads, and the hemp fiber prepared by the violinist was useless in the end.
The busy king never mentioned the pianist again. The former government affairs were complicated, and the harem was like a cloud. As for a little pianist who spoiled for a few days on a whim and then turned away, I'm afraid he has long forgotten this person. The guards are still dutifully accompanying the king day and night, and they are still like brothers to each other, but when the king jokingly mentioned that he wanted to choose a wife with both ability and political integrity for the guards, he would decline with a hearty smile. Years and months flow quietly like light.
On the solstice of winter, the king's favorite princess gave birth to a pair of dragons and phoenixes. The king was very happy and granted amnesty to the world. The pianist who was forgotten in Nanyuan was also able to leave the palace and return to his hometown. Carrying the paulownia xylophone painstakingly made by the guards, he walked away step by step, out of the palace and back to his hometown where he missed so much. I once hated the Forbidden City to the extreme, but when I really left, I was disappointed.
Looking back suddenly, I vaguely heard him standing quietly beside the king, humming the strange song that we are most familiar with. At this time, the king's face was beaming and he was holding a newborn child. He said to the guard, "After the New Year, I will choose a wife for you." If your child is male, you are husband and wife. If your daughter is a princess, you'd better have twins! You must stay in the palace forever to protect me, my wife and children. I won't treat you badly.
The supreme love and glory in the king's eyes is a ridiculous mistake for him.
The bodyguard, who has always been hearty, smiled as brightly as the sun and knelt down to thank Long Engong.
In the hometown where the pianist died, he twisted the music of joys and sorrows into a piano piece, sat in a small room and played it leisurely, sighing gently between the strings, only then did he know what it meant to be involuntarily.
Your favor is impermanent, and your hand turns into a cloud to cover it for the rain. The past in the palace is like a dream. I woke up with nothing but this paulownia. No one will feed me a spoonful of hot porridge when I am sick, and no one will rush into my room when it rains, but the years are still flowing silently.