Spring and Autumn I Am King

The loyal eldest son, Bo Lu, stood up slightly, hesitating whether to persuade the fight, but Shu Qi saw that the two were fighting again as he thought, and he immediately covered his mouth and snickered.

Is there such a rule? I really don't know this, Zhao Wuxi was stunned for a moment, and he just made a mistake and pretended to be stupid.

"Brother Zhong, isn't that right? I remember that the first emperor, Miaogong, and the great-grandfather Wenzi were both thirteen and fourteen-year-olds who started to inherit the position of family head, control the military power, and govern the people. Why can't I do it?"

Zhong Xin pointed at him angrily and said, "Miao Gong is born intelligent, and Wen Zi is young and mature, and they are all skilled in six arts, but you are not good at six arts, how can you compare?"

"Brother Zhong means, if my three teachers recognize that my six arts are enough to stand in the world, then I can be the chief minister of the town of a hundred households?"

"Of course!"

Zhao Yang watched the two sons quarreling again, and felt helpless in his heart. He originally thought that although the youngest son Wu Xie has been making a big splash recently, he has already listed him as one of the candidates for the heir.

But this kid is only thirteen years old this year (Zhao Yang came back to check Wu Xie's birthday, only to know that he was a year younger before, this dad should be...), and he has not been in a hurry to grant the fief for the time being. Take care of them for a few years and slowly cultivate them. Well, it's best to get married with Song Guole's daughter after the crown ceremony, and it's not too late to go out.

Seeing that his son is so sharp-edged now that he doesn't know how to restrain himself, Zhao Yang is a little unhappy. After a second thought, he felt that it would be a good choice to use Zhongzi to suppress him once today.

As for Zhao Wuxi's level of six arts, although he didn't make any mistakes in his etiquette today, Zhao Yang thinks that in just three or five days, he will be able to attract the attention of three extremely demanding tutors? That's absolutely impossible.

So he glanced at Fu Sou and nodded slightly. The witty Fu Sou was the best at understanding the master's intentions, so he stood up with a smile and said, "Don't be in a hurry, two gentlemen, I will let someone go to the teacher who has no sympathy for the little gentleman. Please come and ask me face to face, how?"

A few vertical people who were waiting outside the hall heard the words and went in a hurry.

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Not long after, the first person to arrive at the main hall was Gao, a blind musician who lived in a nearby music room.

He was dressed in a crescent-white straight robe and dark clothes, without a crown, but simply tied his hair in a bun, leaning on a dove cane to meet the steps, and the attendant behind him held Se. Seeing this, Zhao Wuxi hurried over to help Shigao, but was rejected by him.

"Although the old man's eyes are blind, his mind is still clear. There are no stunned rulers and ministers in this temple. It's definitely not a place where thorns will grow. I can take off my shoes, go barefoot, and walk over frankly."

When Zhao Yang in the hall and all the ministers and gentlemen heard the words, they arranged their appearance and saluted the teacher.

It is an extremely honorable thing to be praised by the teacher!

Shi Gao was the successor of Shi Kuang, a famous musician at the time of the Duke of Jinping. Shi Kuang was also blind, but he was not born blind, but felt that he was too smart, and the reason why he couldn't focus on the rhythm was because he had eyes to see too many things, and his mind had something to think about. So Shi Kuang blinded his eyes with wormwood to focus on the rhythm.

After hearing about this incident, Zhao Wuxi felt that the self-mutilation behavior of these artists is indeed something that has existed since ancient times...

Shi Kuang is not only a musician, he is erudite and multi-talented. Zeng bluntly remonstrated and disobeyed the faint-hearted Jin Pinggong. Pinggong even sent people to sprinkle thorns on the steps, making it difficult to tease the blind Shi Kuang.

Shi Kuang had no choice but to sit on the main hall of the Tongjiao Palace, clutching his sore feet, lamenting that there was no one in the court, and predicting that the Marquis of Jin would die.

So after a while, Duke Ping of Jin really hung up because of his insatiable lust. Before he hung up, he set a record of playing the delicate bride of Qi country to death for a month. Zhao Wuxi guessed that he probably took the medicine, and after the incident, Qi Hou asked Yan Ying to send another daughter to be ravaged by Duke Jinping...cough, far away.

In addition, Shi Kuang also adopted many blind children from all over the world, taught them music theory and bells, drums and harps. After a few decades, they have grown into musicians and etiquette teachers in various countries. Teachers' high school is the best among them.

Shi Gao groped and walked to the center of the main hall. Some people from the temple had already set up a seat and table for him. After he sat down, he took the se that was held by the entourage, and gently fiddled with the sound correction.

"The Lord called the old man to come and asked me how I learned the etiquette and music of the little gentleman without a shirt? The old man can only say that after the little gentleman has studied for three or five days, now the etiquette is rough and the poetry is mediocre."

Zhao Wuxi secretly thought that it was not good, and thought that after these few days of getting along happily, Lao Wenqing would say something nice for himself.

Zhong Xin, who was dressed in Gao Guanbo's belt, raised his eyebrows after hearing this. He had also learned etiquette and music law from the teacher's high school, so he got up and told his mouth: "The teacher is right, this guy is vulgar and quite rude, He also wore a Hu robe and sat on a bench in public!"

These actions are unforgivable in the eyes of conservative Zhong Xin!

However, Shi Gao shook his head: "It's absurd, it's absurd, what Zhongzi said is just the appearance of propriety."

"The appearance of ritual?"

"Although the young gentleman has only learned the etiquette for a few days and is not skilled in form, the old man knows that he is polite, benevolent, and virtuous in his heart. I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart, huh, even though I never hit the beat. Besides, can Zhong Zi be just like him, not arrogant or arrogant towards lowly maids, concubines, and temples?"

God's turning point!

However, he said this without a shirt and blushing. In fact, many of his behaviors are good habits brought by later generations.

Then, Shi Gao began to describe his concept of etiquette. Everyone in the hall listened, and their bodies couldn't help but sit upright.

"Li should not only stay in form, but only rely on people's language, people's eyes, people's expressions, and people's actions to follow it. Li should sincerely express people's emotions. What's the use of doing these rituals with great effort? Is it to cover up the ugliness in your heart? That's a beast!"

"Zhongzi, although my physical eyes are blind, my heart is getting brighter and brighter. Without those visual constraints, I can see the real courtesy and real benevolence in the heart of the untidy little gentleman. You are too rigid in form. Now, I have even forgotten the meaning of filial piety to love my brother, which is so disappointing to me."

Zhong Xin had to grit his teeth and lowered his arrogant head,

He looked at the Gao Guanbo belt on his body and the Wen Run jade pendant. The lavender spice bag smelled extremely foul now. He was embarrassed. According to the meaning of Shi Gao's words, wasn't he the beast who knew the form but lost the connotation?

These words came from the mouth of his most respected teacher, and it was a huge blow to Zhong Xin.

After speaking, everyone was solemn, and even Zhao Yang bowed respectfully and said, "Sir, what you said is good, Yang has been taught."

"Haha, the ceremony is over. As for whether the little gentleman understands music? Let's listen patiently to the old man playing a song."

After all, Shi Gao held Jinse and started playing.

When he used his wonderful **** to dial out the first string of sounds, there was a hint of sadness in the song.

There are creeping grass in the wild, and dead elk on the road, as if to tell the passage of time, the young man is white-headed. The pain and agony of losing the light in front of you, the world is turbid, the people's hearts are not ancient, and no one can quietly listen to Jun's bullet and finish a leisurely ancient style.

After the song was over, the hall was silent and silent. Everyone was infected by the music, and there was a bit of bitterness in their hearts. The older they were, the more deeply they felt.

"Gentlemen, do you understand?"

Zhao Yang and all the retainers were silent, Bo Lu shook his head and sighed, Zhong Xin opened his mouth, but the words got stuck in his throat and could not come out. UU reading www. The witty Uncle Qi of uukanshu.com rolled his eyes and praised the ingenuity and beauty of this song loudly, but Shi Gao sneered at his words.

As for Zhao Wuxi, he has only just been able to distinguish the five tones, how can he understand the profound meaning in it, it's just that the incomprehensible meaning is struggling in his mind, trying to find a suitable word to correspond.

He felt something in his heart, and a famous sentence of later generations blurted out:

"Jinse has fifty strings for no reason..."

Zhong Xin raised his head, Shu Qi closed his mouth.

And Shi Gaona was still flicking his hand, so he stopped in mid-air.

At this time, the main hall was so silent that one could hear the sound of a silver needle falling to the ground.

Zhao Wuxi coughed lightly and continued: "Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one pillar contemplate the Chinese New Year!"

Everyone looked sideways, Zhao Yang helped the case and stood up.

The whole hall was shocked!

The sharp rustling sounded, Shi Gao slapped his hand on the sharp string, blood was all over his fingers, two lines of clear tears flowed down Lao Wenqing's face, but there was a gratifying smile on the corner of his mouth.

"For fifty years, others have only heard my rhythm, but the little gentleman without a shirt has heard my heart. It is enough to have a confidant in this world!"

He gently stroked Se with pity and reluctance, "This song can't be recovered!"

Shi Gao raised his hand and threw it, slammed it off, blood on his finger, sucked it, waved his sleeve, laughed and walked away. Leaving the people in the hall to recall his words and Zhao Wuxi's magic strokes.

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