"Midnight" is over, and you will have to rest for a quarter of an hour below. The night is cool outside, and the wind is cold, and the zithers are all pouring into the hall, whispering in groups of three or five.

Today is La Day, an important festival in the Tang Dynasty. The men and women who came to participate in the concert were also dressed in particular. Especially in the VIP hall of Ziyunxuan, many famous ladies even put on purple and pink, and their faces were covered with silk fabrics such as silk, gauze, and other silk fabrics, which were light and transparent, showing the beauty of their figure. A flower crown and a scarf are all worth ten thousand yuan. The most eye-catching one is the wife of Yang Shenjin, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue. She drags six pieces of Xiangjiang River water and wears a three-meter-long dragon gauze dress, which surrounds her body, and weighs only two or three taels, not enough to hold it.

Even in ordinary halls like Songhe Hall and Mingyue Hall, young women are as beautiful as clouds and dazzling as jade. Most men wear round neck robes, leather straps on their waists, and either soft-footed heads or high-tube hats. They are all polite.

Drinking porridge at night has always been a tradition in La Day, and the music hall is not immune to the customs. At this time, two servants carried large wooden barrels, and the wooden barrels were steaming. This was the five treasures and seven treasures porridge specially cooked by the music hall for everyone to have lunch at midnight, and the servants carrying bowls and chopsticks were followed by the servants.

Everyone was in high spirits and went forward to pick up the bowl of porridge. Li Qing'an took a bowl and sat aside and drank slowly.

Li Fei Yuanli competed with several scholars in a corner to throw a pot. Throwing a pot means throwing an arrow into a bottle a few feet away, also known as Wenshe.

Games like Anxi are very popular. As the first arrow in Anxi, Li Qingan is also a master among them. However, the Anxi Army pays more attention to actual riding and shooting, and no one takes this kind of throwing pot seriously.

Li Qing'an was not interested in throwing pots. He was listening to several young scholars talking about Qinxian who was about to appear.

"The Qinxian is playing below. I have been waiting for a full half year just to see the beauty!" A scholar sighed infinitely.

Another young scholar also sighed: "I heard that she will no longer play the piano after the Zhongyuan Festival, but I didn't expect that the Liyuan Villa would invite her out again. We have a good reputation again. Alas! I wonder if there is no such opportunity on the Yuan Dynasty next year?"

At this time, the manager came over and said with a smile: "I heard that this is Qinxian's last night playing the piano. In the future, Miss Qinxian will not play the piano again."

"Then I must go and see her later!"

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"It's so fucking boring!"

Li Fei Yuanli walked back listlessly, Li Qing'an glanced at him and smiled, "Why, have you lost to someone?"

"I'll lose to them?"

Li Fei Yuanli curled his lips disdainfully and said, "A bunch of crappy guys can only throw themselves two meters away, and they even boast about how great it is. I was hit by five arrows three meters away, and they admired me so much."

Speaking of this, Li Fei Yuanli leaned forward and laughed in a low voice: "Qilang, why don't you try it too! I want to see how they looked scared to death."

"Hmph! If you have any energy to compete with these scholars, if you want to compete, go and compete with Fan Yang Army and the masters in Shuofang Army."

At this moment, the cloud board was knocked on the Qintai. Qinxian was about to appear. Everyone didn't care about drinking porridge anymore. They threw down the bowl and rushed out to seize the advantageous territory. Li Qing'an and Li Fei Yuanli stopped talking and turned their eyes to Qintai.

The piano platform has been arranged, and all the cumbersome brocade has been removed, leaving only a piano platform made of white jade, about three meters high, surrounded by light smoke, as if in the fairyland of Yaotai.

With a sound of pipa like a split silk, Qinxian finally appeared. Everyone was looking forward to it. Only Li Fei Yuanli was applauding loudly and shouting: "Okay! Qin Meiren is on stage quickly."

His harsh shouting made countless people frown, but as the accompanying sound of the pipa gradually became faster, everyone's eyes focused on the white jade walkway, which was the only passage connecting the zither platform in the pool. In the pleasant sound of the pipa, the Qinxian appeared. The night was a little darker and she couldn't see her appearance clearly, but her white skirt was like snow, her skin was like jade, like the flowing wind returning to the snow, and like the light clouds covering the sun.

Her unparalleled figure made everyone breathless. In the light fog, she seemed to appear on the water like Fairy Lingbo appeared.

For a moment, the applause was thunderous, and even Li Qing'an couldn't help but clap. This kind of beautiful temperament and snowy skin are rare in later generations. If the Dugu Mingyue he saw the day before yesterday was a gorgeous and rich peony, then the Qinxian I saw today was the quiet and refined Qinlan. God! How many peerless beauties are there in the Tang Dynasty?

Qin Xian walked slowly onto the zither platform and sat down on the table. The maid placed the zither in front of her and lit another chrysanthemum incense. In the curling blue smoke, the sound of the zither came out like flowing water.

This is a song "Weicheng Song", written based on Wang Wei's poem. In the sound of the heavenly piano, people seem to see a poetic scroll slowly unfolding.

The morning rain in Weicheng is light dust,

The guest house is green and the willows are new.

I advise you to have a glass of wine.

There is no old friend when you go west to Yangguan.

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The rain in the morning was not long, and the dust stopped just now. On the road to the west of Chang'an, cars and horses were flying around on weekdays, but now, the morning rain stopped, the weather was clear, and the road seemed clean and refreshing.

The friend said goodbye, and the master finally raised his glass: Let's have this glass again, and after leaving Yangguan, I will never see my old friend again.

The Western Regions, with the long yellow sand, are always a feat that is desirable in the minds of the Tang people. After years of this, there are so many sorrows of parting in that cup of wine, and so much hardships and loneliness of walking alone and poverty. In the sound of the piano like flowing clouds, people seem to have experienced the artistic conception of the poem, a cup full of deep friendship and a rich emotional nectar. In this, there is not only the friendship of bidding farewell, but also the deep affection and consideration for the situation and mood of travelers, and the careful and attentive wishes for the road ahead.

The pond was silent all around, and everyone was immersed in the beautiful sound of the piano. This song was only available in the sky, so how many times can you hear it on earth?

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Li Qing'an, who came from the Western Regions, had a deeper understanding of this song. The lonely moonlight in the Tianshan Mountains, the endless Gobi desert, the skinny and single wild wolf, one man, one horse and one bow, allowed him to spend two years of guarding the border. "There is no friend when going west to Yangguan," Li Qing'an seemed to feel that Qinxian's song was played for him. Not only him, but everyone was fascinated, and everyone felt that Qinxian was playing for himself.

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After the sound of the piano jumped like a string of pearls, it began to gradually become softer. "I advise you to have a glass of wine and go west to Yangguan without any friends."

The sound of the piano disappeared, and there was silence around them. Before people could wake up from the sound of the piano in the fairyland, when the Qinxian stood up and saluted everyone, people finally woke up. Thunderous applause and cheers burst out around the pond, which lasted for a long time.

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The joy was over, and countless Qinxian guests rushed to Qinxian's door. They were looking forward to meeting Qinxian's appearance and leaving them with the best memories tonight, but unfortunately, Qinxian had already left quietly. No one knew what her name was and where she lived?

Li Qing'an took Li Fei Yuanli to leave the music hall. Along the way, Li Fei Yuanli was unexpectedly quiet. After a long time, he finally sighed: "A real man should marry such a beautiful woman!"

Li Qingan was also silent, and the impact Qinxian brought him was unparalleled. If he only heard the sound of heavenly zither that night, then today, he was deeply shocked by Qinxian's beautiful appearance. He looked at Li Fei Yuanli's feelings and couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

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To be continued...