Foolish dreams

Mr. Nan Guo was not originally called Nan Guo, but because he lived in the south of the city and knew a little bit of knowledge, everyone respectfully called him Mr. Nan Guo. Over time, his real name was gradually forgotten.

Now Mr. Nan Guo is facing a very difficult difficulty, that is, his family has no rice, not only no rice.There is no other food. In fact, apart from a yu for playing, Mr. Nan Guo's house has no valuables at all.

The Yu was left by Mr. Nan Guo's father. The old Nan Guo was an excellent musician. He once played for King Qi Wei, the former ruler of the country. Friendship among men.After Lao Nan Guo retired and returned to his hometown, he once wanted his son to inherit his father's career, but Mr. Nan Guo was too lazy. He would rather read some idle books every day than learn how to play Yu. It's gone.

As the saying goes, a scholar who is useless is a scholar, but the Nan Guo scholar, who can't stand his shoulders and can't lift his hand, has a temperament of being generous and generous, so that soon after the old Nan Guoxian passed away, he gave up all his meager family wealth. The point where he had to rely on selling Yu to survive.

This Yu is an ancient relic, and if you sell it to court musicians who know the goods, you can definitely get a good price. With his father's relationship, it is not difficult for Nan Guo to enter the palace.But after all, this is a relic of his father. No matter how open-minded he is, he cannot be unfilial. Therefore, under the flogging of hunger and filial piety, Mr. Nan Guo kept walking back and forth in front of the city gate. .

He paced back and forth for an hour, and a passer-by finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"What's bothering you, brother?"

"I have a good Yu, and I want to sell it to the musicians in the palace."

"Then why have you been refusing to go in?"

"This is my father's relic, I dare not throw it away at will."

"Since it is your father's relic, it should not be sold off."

"But I'm hungry." Mr. Nan Guo blinked innocently, and his stomach let out a wail in response to the occasion.

The passer-by thought about it seriously, "I have a way to get the best of both worlds. I think Xiongtai knows that the current monarch loves rhythm, especially listening to Yu."

"Well, my father once said that in the past, the majestic king was good at playing the qin, but now the king loves to listen to the Yu. It is true that like a father, like a son, is like prodigal."

"That's right," the passer-by smiled and nodded in agreement, "What your father said is absolutely right. Recently, King Qi is recruiting musicians who are proficient in Yu blowing. You will definitely get a good reward for playing for him."

"But I don't know how to play Yu." Mr. Nan Guo wrinkled his face in distress.

"You don't have to worry about that. King Qi likes to listen to people playing together. If you mix in with them, as long as you put on an appearance, you will be able to get away with it."

"Brother, what a clever plan! But won't you be discovered if you do this, King Qi is so easy to deceive?"

"Don't worry," the passer-by smiled and comforted him, "King Qi is stupid, he will never see it."

Mr. Nan Guo got the advice of an expert, and happily carried the Yuyuan back. The next day, he got up early the next day and borrowed a little ration from the neighbor's house to fill his stomach, and then ran to the palace again.But this time, he went for the current monarch.

When he was summoned by the King of Qi to meet him, Mr. Nan Guo felt uneasy and confident, and he had planned countless ways to fool him.But when he met King Qi himself, he ran off to accompany old Nan Guo with his ancestors for eighteen generations.

That man in Chinese clothes sitting on the top seat and watching him with a smile on his face, who else could he be if he wasn't the passer-by who pointed him out yesterday?

The passer-by, King Qi, spoke gently, as if he had never seen him before: "Are you Nan Guo?"

"Yes."

"You can play Yu?"

I will you do not know yet.

"Yes."

"How is it blowing?"

Can make my dead dad alive.

"It can make birds and beasts dance, and flowers and plants to be emotional."

Mr. Nan Guo's face was not red and his heart was not beating, he was very calm.

"Okay," King Qi nodded, "Then you will play for Gu along with other musicians."

Mr. Nan Guo, who can't play the Yu, became a court musician in a daze, and received the same generous salary as others.Since then, King Qi prefers to listen to people playing the Yu, and spends a lot of time on it every day, causing the world to comment that he is obsessed with music and loses his mind.Whenever he hears rumors about King Qi, Mr. Nan Guo thinks of the story his father told him about King Qi Wei and the musician Zou Ji. What a bastard.

Little bastard, King Qi, the fifth generation monarch of the Tian family, is going to listen to the Yu playing again. Mr. Nan Guo slowly picked up the ancestral ancient Yu, and entered the hall with a group of musicians in order, kneeling in the corner of the corner, peacefully Point, low eyebrow pleasing to the eye, pretend.

Fortunately, when he first learned how to play the yu, he could learn to run for a quarter of an hour before running, so he could hold the yu in a dignified manner, close his eyes and concentrate on it, but in fact there was no sound at all.Moreover, he was a little sleepy. He slept too late last night and his spirit was not very good. Therefore, during the performance, Mr. Nan Guo pretended not to see the fiery gaze that King Qi cast on him from time to time, and ignored them all.

At the end of the song, the King of Qi asked everyone to go down to receive the reward with satisfaction, and he still pointed to the position of Nan Guo: "You stay here."

Mr. Nan Guo knelt on the ground obediently, King Qi asked him to move forward, and he moved to a place half a step away from King Qi's couch, so that the latter could get close to his ear as soon as he bent down.

"What else is the king doing?"

"Gu wants Mr. to play the Yu for me alone."

"I won't." Nan Guo refused cleanly.

King Qi laughed again, almost like a smiling fox sizing up its prey.

"I still remember that you said that your music can make birds and beasts dance, and flowers and plants will be emotional."

"I also remember that the king said that King Qi is stupid, but the fact is that you played me."

He raised his head indifferently to meet King Qi's gaze, Nan Guo's eyes were clean and open, just like him.

"Gu is really stupid, otherwise I wouldn't have taken a fancy to you." With a sigh as if mocking himself, King Qi teased again: "Since you don't know how to play the Yu, how about blowing the flute?"

"You, you..." Mr. Nan Guo's handsome and fair face flushed red, and his eyes dodged left and right in embarrassment.

"Just kidding, how can I be willing to let you do this kind of thing." Said King Qi, he carried him to the couch, let the Yu in his hand fall to the ground and ignored him, entangled his clothes in his ear While chuckling, the title also changed: "I should be the one who loves you very much."

Stretching out his hand to press the other's hand that unbuttoned his pocket, Mr. Nan Guo blushed and gasped, but deliberately put on a serious look: "My lord, I am a serious scholar, and I am promiscuous all day long. How decent is it?"

King Qi kissed his Adam's apple, slowly grinded his teeth, and retorted vaguely: "If you are really a serious scholar, you won't follow my advice and come to make up for it."

"Well, I like the word suffocation, ah...you lighten up..."

In the main hall, the sound gradually rose, and the room was full of spring.

The next day, Mr. Nan Guo was naturally tired and absent-minded again.

No one expected that King Qi loved listening to the Yu so much, and it was Mr. Nan Guo who couldn't play the Yu that finally won his heart.

When we were rubbing hands together, King Qi half-jokingly said, "Scholars die for those who know their confidants, and women are for those who please themselves. You can't learn a song for me."

"Your Majesty is joking, I am not a woman."

"But you are my confidant."

"My confidant, when I have a chance, I will die for you."

"You, would rather die for me than learn to play the Yu for me?"

"I learned to play the flute for you, what else do you want? Do it if you do it, or go down if you don't do it."

"What's the proper way to declare prostitution in the daytime?"

"King Qi, I think it's more convincing for you to take your hands out of my clothes..."

In fact, King Qi himself is a good player of playing the Yu, and it is not that he has not personally taught Mr. Nan Guo, but every time he ends up falling asleep while listening to him playing, he can only show a doting smile and gently put on him robe.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world. It is no secret that the king of Qi loves a musician. But in the early years, the monarch of Qi State was famous for his beauty. No exception.However, from 11 to 18, the three hundred musicians in the palace changed batch after batch, but Mr. Nan Guo was always by King Qi's side. The relationship between the two became more and more harmonious, which is really eye-catching.The famous Master Meng Ke and Mencius, in the early years, every time he came to Qi State to see Nan Guo, his face would change again and again, but after seeing him more times, he became calm.Zhong Wuyan, the queen of King Qi, also met Nan Guo several times, she was indeed a strange woman, she did not have any jealousy in her eyes, instead she laughed boldly, patted him on the shoulder and said: "It is rare for someone to be able to tie him down. You don’t want to disappoint me, that man’s heart!” There was also the beautiful and charming Xia Niangniang in Qi Wang’s palace, who once came to Xingshi to inquire about her crimes, but was called back by Queen Zhong in a few words, and she never came to look for her again. trouble.In seven years, Zou Ji would have married one wife and one concubine in the past, and became Xiangguo to make King Qi Wei obedient. Had a wife.

Occasionally, he also complained to King Qi that he was the real "widow". King Qi kissed him and said that you still have me, you are not a widow, and I am not alone.

This is enough, Nan Guo knows that he does not have Zou Ji's ambition and ability, he just needs to be King Qi's confidant wholeheartedly.

In 18 years, King Qi was seriously ill, and Mr. Nan Guo waited on him in his clothes.

King Qi said you can play a piece of Yu for me. After being a musician for so many years, you can’t know even one piece. How can you be fooled when others ask you in the future.

Nan Guo always avoided the key points and replied, okay, when you recover from illness, when will I start learning.

However, neither of them waited until this day. King Qi had been ill for 19 years, and he was about to die, so he called all his close officials and princes.Although Nan Guo was close to him, he was only a musician after all, and he was not qualified to listen to the king's will. In addition, King Qi didn't want him to watch him die, so the two of them didn't even see each other for the last time.

In the 19th year, the king of Qi died, and his posthumous title was Xuan.After the death of King Qi, the newly established monarch inherited his hobby and was still very keen on playing the Yu, and called Nan Guo into the palace alone.

Mr. Nan Guo had been prepared for a long time. Just like Qi Xuanwang, he said calmly that I don't know how to play the Yu.

King Xinqi said that I know that before his death, the first emperor specifically told Gu not to embarrass you, and you can continue to stay in the palace as a musician.

Looking at the face that was somewhat similar to that of King Xuan of Qi, Mr. Nan Guo couldn't help feeling that there was another bastard among the monarchs of Qi.But King Xuan of Qi called Tian Biqiang such a domineering name, why did he name his son Tiandi so earthy?

He shook his head, it is enough for King Yunchen to return home.

In this regard, Mr. Nan Guo left the Wangcheng where he had lived for eight years. He met King Xuan of Qi here, got to know each other here, and separated here again.But when he left, he didn't have the slightest nostalgia, let alone look back.Because the person worthy of his nostalgia is gone, what else is there to be reluctant to part with?

He carried the Yu left to him by his father to the most beautiful riverside in Qi, and blew a melodious tune.That was what King Qi Xuan had always wanted to teach him during his lifetime.After the song, he stared blankly at the river flowing eastward, and whispered to the baby Yu in his arms, "Look, I'm not only willing to die for you, but also to play the Yu for you. Your illness is not cured, you deserve not to hear it."

After finishing speaking, he walked straight and calmly towards Jiang Xin step by step, just like going on a date.Ren Jiang's water soaked his clothes, Ren Jiang's water submerged his hairband.

I am a scholar, he thought.

Although he is not a serious scholar, he still has to count his words.

Now I come to fulfill my promise.

A scholar dies for a confidant.

Mr. Nan Guo has been making up for the past eight years, but his feelings really can't be more real.

At the last second before losing consciousness, he seemed to see that person again and asked him with a smile on his face under the city.

"What's bothering you, brother?"

"I have a good Yu..."

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The author has something to say:

Well, the rice mentioned at the beginning is not rice, but millet, that is, "millet"...