Black Corporation: Joseon - Chapter 317
Episode 317 Battle (3)
The war of words that took place in the room went in the same direction as before.
“Spy songs are out of character and their content is obscene, so they are worthless!”
“No formality means no learning! That’s it! And not all folk songs are promiscuous!”
Hyang, exhausted from listening to the squirrel-like war of words, just quietly emptied the glass of alcohol that the gisaeng was pouring for him.
As the empty kettle went out and a new kettle came in, Hyang suddenly felt aggrieved.
‘Shit! Why do I have to drink alone? And listening to such old-fashioned stories instead of pleasant songs!’
As he got drunk, he completely forgot that he had created the place and suddenly felt aggrieved.
“for a moment!”
The scent that had stopped the two people from arguing gave an order in a slightly relaxed voice.
“From now on, those who will express their opinions must empty their glasses before speaking. Those who do not empty their glasses while the other person empties two glasses will be punished for three glasses.”
As the rule was established, both Anpyeong and Park Yeon began to get drunk. Then, little by little, the words that came out began to become more honest.
“Hey old man! I heard that when he was young, he came to Hanyang and learned how to play the flute from a clown? “Are you saying that such a nobleman is out of character?”
In response to Anpyeong’s point, Park Yeon quickly emptied her glass and made an excuse.
“That talented clown at that time was truly talented!”
* * *
When Park Yeon was living in her hometown of Yeongdong, Chungcheong Province, when she was young, she happened to have the opportunity to learn how to play the flute. Because he had a talent for music, his flute skills impressed the local people.
“You’re a player (a person with outstanding skill)!”
Due to the appreciation of his hometown people, he came up to Hanyang to learn more about yin.
And when he heard a rumor that there was a clown with a great talent for singing, he went to see him.
“Would you like to hear my flute?”
“yes.”
Park Yeon proudly boasted of her flute skills.
“How is it?”
The clown, who was quietly listening to the sound of Park Yeon’s flute, shook his head and answered.
“The sound of the scholar’s flute has vulgar syllables and does not fit the tune.”
Park Yeon, shocked by the clown’s harsh criticism, asked for correction, but the clown refused the request.
“The habit has already become established and cannot be changed.”
But Park Yeon forgot that he was a nobleman and clung desperately.
Eventually, the clown began teaching Park Yeon. But he thought Park Yeon would give up soon. It was a habit that had already become entrenched, and it was because of his pride in being a nobleman.
However, Park Yeon corrected her bad habits within a few days, and before a month had passed, the clown asked her to learn. (Note 1) *
* *
Despite Park Yeon’s excuses, Anpyeong continued to push Park Yeon.
“Even if Jaein’s skills are outstanding, would he have learned the music of the left and right sides? I didn’t just learn the informal melody the old man said! “Songs and folk music may not be of the highest standard, but they touch people’s hearts, so they are worth recording!”
“Inspiration is important, but if there is no example, it is useless! “Dance is useless!”
“You can teach etiquette! What is important is the sincerity of the people contained within it!”
“Don’t be foolish and say nonsense! “Sincerity alone is not enough to show class!”
“What is more important than reputation is sincerity!”
“Music must be heavy and long!”
“Even something light and small has its own charm!”
The war of words heated up again. However, unlike the war of words that took place just a moment ago, they ended up revealing their true feelings and sticking together.
Looking at that, Hyang smiled slightly.
‘Now I can hear and see it! ‘Fighting is always fun when you take off everything and stick together!’
Sejong, who was listening to the story in a neighboring room at the same time, raised his glass with a similar smile.
“I feel like listening now.”
* * *
The war of words that followed gradually tilted towards Anpyeong. Anpyeong was also like King Sejong’s child. As soon as Anpyeong gained a slight advantage using Park Yeon’s anecdote from his youth, Anpyeong fiercely pushed Park Yeon. As the alcohol added to it, Park Yeon was completely pushed away. Park Yeon had to sweat hard to stop Anpyeong’s intensifying offensive.
‘Are you saying that a tiger’s child is also a tiger? This place was a cave today!’
* * *
‘The situation has been sorted out.’
“Then I will come to a conclusion.”
When Hyang opened his mouth after confirming the situation, the two stopped arguing and looked at Hyang. Anpyeong was looking at the incense with an expectant face, while Park Yeon was looking at the incense with an expression full of defeat.
Looking at the faces of the two people, Hyang came to a conclusion.
“It would be a good idea to record and organize the folk songs as well.”
“Lowering!”
Park Yeon raised her voice, but Hyang calmly explained the reason.
“As Jeju claims, Sokyo is classless and frivolous. There are also many promiscuous things. But the sincerity of the people is there, so that alone is valuable.”
“Whoa~.”
Park Yeon let out a long sigh at Hyang’s decision. Although he was dissatisfied, it was a sign of acceptance.
Hyang, who saw Park Yeon like that, spoke.
“Of course, it is true that folk songs are very inferior when it comes to artistry. But, to be exact, this is for the rulers.”
“What do you mean, for the sake of those in power?”
Anpyeong immediately asked a question in response to Hyang’s remarks. Park Yeon also didn’t say anything, but looked like she was interested.
In response to Anpyeong’s question, Hyang immediately explained the reason.
“As you said, the sincerity of the people is reflected in the folk songs. Because of this, those in power can know what the people are thinking. Even if it is a song written in the past, if it is well-received by today’s people, doesn’t that mean that they sympathize with the sincerity contained in the song? So, it means that it is helpful to those in power.”
“Ah…”
Anpyeong and Park Yeon nodded without realizing it at Hyang’s explanation.
Meanwhile, Sejong, who was listening in a neighboring room, was also nodding.
“’It may be a folk song, but the sincerity in that song is the heart of the people.’… That’s something to think about.”
Sejong, who was savoring Hyang’s words with a happy face, looked back at Naegeumwijang and Sang-seon who were present.
“How is it? “Even though he is my child, won’t he be a truly good ruler?”
“So it is.”
“Your words are truly right.”
King Sejong muttered as he emptied his glass with a happy face at the answers of the Merchant Marine and Naegeumwijang.
“It looks like it’s already been completed, so shall we try cleaning it for you?”
* * *
“Tsk!”
While Sejong was mentioning Daejeongjeong, Hyang, who was holding a drink, suddenly trembled as a chill overtook her entire body.
“What’s going on?”
“Oh, I suddenly felt a bit chilly…”
“Should I get out of bed?”
Hyang shook his head in response to Anpyeong’s question.
“No, it’s not easy to create a place like this, so let’s have some fun today. What do they do? “I lost my excitement!”
“yes~!”
To Hyang’s command, the gisaeng responded with coquettish voices and began singing and dancing while filling empty glasses with alcohol.
* * *
Once the scent was over, Anpyeong and Park Yeon began to enjoy the drink with a relaxed mind.
As they became so drunk, Anpyeong and Park Yeon began to interfere with the gisaeng’s singing and dancing. Like Park Yeon, Anpyeong were also experts in singing and dancing.
It started with Anpyeong.
“Lowering! “The gisaeng’s voice is not good!”
The gisaeng looked sad at Anpyeong’s words. However, one thing that could not be refuted was Park Yeon and Anpyeong, who enjoyed music at the palace.
“What the Commander-in-Chief said is correct! “The sound is terrible…”
Anpyeong stepped forward after even Park Yeon stepped forward to help.
“Lowering! Even though it’s just a short story, I’ll sing a song!”
“OK! Let’s take a listen!”
In response to Hyang’s words, Anpyeong sang a Goryeo song in style.
Clap clap!
When Anpyeong’s song ended, Hyang and Park Yeon’s gisaengs applauded.
“That sounded good! “You guys, try shouting again!”
“yes~!”
At Hyang’s words, the gisaeng, who was known to be the best at singing among the gisaengs, came forward and began to sing a song.
“stop!”
While the gisaeng was making noise, Park Yeon shouted. When the gisaeng, startled by Park Yeon’s shout, stopped singing, Park Yeon cleared her throat and opened her mouth.
“Sound is… this is what you have to sing.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Park Yeon composed a song of love.
Clap clap!
“Oh!”
“Really, manufacture it!”
When Park Yeon’s song ended, everyone inside applauded in admiration. As the applause died down, the scent gave a light rebuke.
“Why did you oppose it when you were so vocal?”
“This is because there are proper words, but there are no proper letters.”
“Ah…”
“Huh? “What is that?”
In response to Park Yeon’s answer, Hyang showed an understanding expression, while Anpyeong asked back with an expression of uncertainty.
In response to Anpyeong’s question, Park Yeon explained the reason.
“If it’s a Chinese character, the meaning can be recorded. However, there are many words to express him even if they mean the same thing. If future generations see the score, they will have to worry about what words are appropriate for the song. Then, if you choose the wrong lyrics, the melody will also be modified, and the original song will be damaged.”
“Ah…”
Only then did Anpyeong nod his head.
But Hyang smiled and answered.
“Still, write it down. “If that’s the case, Abamama will give you the answer.”
“yes? “What does that mean?”
“I’m curious too.”
However, further explanation of the scent was omitted.
“You will know when the time comes.”
According to Hyang’s memory, King Sejong secretly developed Hunminjeongeum. So, he thought there was no need to come forward and explain too much, so he stopped talking.
Sejong, who had been raising his glass to his mouth, froze as he heard Hyang’s meaningful words.
‘no way! Did this bastard notice?’
Sejong put down his drink and looked back at the merchant ship.
“Do you think the crown prince noticed?”
The Merchant Marine immediately answered King Sejong’s question.
“According to the reports from the children in the East Palace, they say that he showed no such signs at all.”
“Then how?”
When King Sejong expressed his doubts, Sang-seon, who was remembering, answered.
“I think you overlooked it because Your Highness frequently asks questions about text.”
King Sejong nodded at the merchant’s answer. It was because there were things he had done.
“That is most likely. Should we just have a proxy clean up at this point and start doing it in earnest?”
At that moment, the scent that sent a chill down my spine ordered the gisaengs.
“It’s a little cold. “Please bring a brazier.”
“Yes~”
* * *
As the fireplace came on and the room became warmer, the alcohol began to flow faster and faster. As the room became warmer, the excitement in the room began to overflow.
“Lowering! “My brother has a request!”
“What happened?”
“I want to hear your voice!”
Anpyeong, who was very drunk, asked Hyang to sing a song. At that moment, not only Park Yeon but also the gisaengs focused their attention on Hyang.
There were many rumors within the capital that the crown prince was excellent in many fields, but there was no such story about sound or melody.
Hyang, who hesitated for a moment at Anpyeong’s request, decided right away. The scent was also very intoxicating. The stress that had built up while suppressing everything except the virtues of Area 51 exploded through the alcohol.
“This too is a cliché! Clichés must be followed! But you can’t do it like that!”
“Cl… what?”
Anpyeong tilted his head at the word he had never heard before, but Hyang immediately started singing.
“In the wind of the Nakdonggang River~”
* * *
While living in a small farming village near Yangsan in the 21st century, Hyang had to do many things in addition to blacksmithing, and among them was making a joy ride for the village elders.
Average age: 70s. There were many elderly people in their 80s, and the average age of the ‘young members’ of the ‘village youth association’ was in their 50s, so the scent was truly ‘baby’. Thanks to this, whenever there was a party in the village, Hyang had to work hard to show off his tricks.
After making jokes like that, it was natural that I got used to trot, which was renamed to adult music. However, it was not the new generation trot that even young people were familiar with, but the trot that was popular in the 60s and 70s when older people were young.
After returning to Joseon, Han Hyang had the experience of humming involuntarily and looking around in surprise several times before making a decision.
“Shit! It’s a cliché! Then you have to prepare!”
After making up her mind, Hyang chose a few songs that she remembered that would be good even during this period, converted them into Joseon Dynasty words and sentences, and memorized them.
* * *
Hyang’s passionate performance of ‘The Virgin Boatman’ ended, but the room was quiet.
“This is the first time I’ve heard this in my life.”
Immediately following Park Yeon’s words, Anpyeong spoke.
“It’s the same for me too. “Could it be that you made this sound?”
“Unfortunately, I don’t have that talent. “I learned this from one of the singers in the clown group that sang to you when you were young.”
“But why don’t I remember anything?”
“Because you were young back then.”
“But…”
“Isn’t my memory really good?”
Anpyeong’s face appeared in agreement at Hyang’s words. The memory of scent was well-known. Even if he had forgotten himself, he was certain that he remembered the scent.
“By the way, did that sound okay?”
In response to Hyang’s question, Park Yeon shared her thoughts.
“Sori’s older brother was unfamiliar to me. But somehow it catches my heart. And the lyrics are so earnest that they capture your heart.”
“It’s the same for me too. “My heart ached for the filial piety of a young woman who took care of her old mother on behalf of her brother who was serving in the military.”
“Thank goodness.”
Hyang looked relieved at Park Yeon and Anpyeong’s favorable reviews.
“My dear…”
At that time, the gisaeng who had been criticized by Park Yeon came out in front of the incense and suddenly bowed down.
“What’s going on?”
In response to Hyang’s question, the gisaeng got straight to the point.
“Please teach the heavenly woman that sound! “I really want to learn how sad the lyrics and melody are.”
Hyang thought about the gisaeng’s request for a moment and then answered.
“I’ll call you number 3. “Memorize it.”
“I am devastated!”
As a gisaeng who is good at singing, when Hyang sang number 3, she completely memorized the lyrics and most of the melody as well.
“I will sing you two more times.”
When the song was sung repeatedly a total of 5 times, the gisaeng completely memorized the lyrics and melody.
* * *
A few days later, Akhak.
Park Yeon, who was inspecting the sheet music uploaded from below, started humming without realizing it.
“In the wind of the Nakdong River~.”
Anpyeong, who was sitting at the desk across from Park Yeon, hummed along with her.
“Ehehe…”
At the moment, Park Yeon and Anpyeong, who realized their actions, swore at the same time.
“Holy shit!”
At a similar moment, Sejong, who had been humming without realizing it, was startled, came to his senses, and muttered.
“This is incredibly addictive.”
* * *
As some time passed, ‘Virgin Boatman’ began to flow from the roof of Hanseong. As time passed, even a woman swinging a laundry bat at the Cheonggyecheon Laundry Center began to sing.
The most absurd people in this situation were the residents living near the Nakdong River.
“Why do you visit the Nakdong River in Hanseong?”