Chang Sihao supported his left hand and sat on the couch with his back support. His legs were bent and stretched out. He held the porcelain bowl with his right hand, and leaned his elbows and knees. He sipped the porridge quietly. He felt that his strength was reviving in his body bit by bit.

The pipa melody becomes cheerful, with the dynamic feeling of the deer leaping among the stream. Guo Shuronghua occasionally looks at him while playing, and his pupils are as clear as a spring.

Chang Sihao looked at him: "The governor personally led a large army to fight against rebellion. His mentality was very relaxed."

Guo Shuronghua smiled: "It is rare to dissolve the bright moon in autumn. Why not let the thieves go out in their busy schedule?"

Chang Sihao said: "It seems that the governor is confident this trip. He is sure to win."

Guo Shuronghua smiled and lowered his head. His fingers slipped and rubbed them. The picks were hooked up quickly, as if they were fighting the strings.

The song sounds like the waves of the sea. They are full of passion. The lights in the small boat room are ignited. They are like duckweed shining from time to time in heavy rain, thunder and lightning.

The almost felt tide breath that came to Chang Sihao's body resonated with the blood. Looking at Guo Shuronghua's playing, his fingers trembled slightly. Suddenly, he developed a rhythm. A kind of familiarity followed by many memories.

He lowered the porridge bowl: "This is a silent song played by Shui Yanxiang."

The sound of the song stopped and the boat room was silent. Guo Shuronghua chanted softly: "The angry sea is flat and the sky is rising in the clouds. The turbid waves fly. The west wind is strong..." Chang Sihao was stunned and surprised: "The lyrics of this song are fragrant and watery. After that, Zeng Shiquan, Li Yichen and others who were at the same table at that time didn't know Long-shaped macaque. How could he..."

Guo Shuronghua understood this expression and smiled and said, "This is the first line of the lyrics of the song. The Marquis thought he had seen it. At that time, Ronghua was curious. So afterwards, someone collected the paper and picked it up. After reading it, .I am really moved... Over the years, the people of Dongchang have punished greed and eliminated evil. How much blood and youth have been paid to stabilize the national foundation? Could it be that the ancestral temple collapsed, and the 'Jiuzhou wept blood' is really the current situation, which we have created. Is it the result?"

Thinking of the old Taiyuan incident, Chang Sihao couldn't help but feel painstakingly. He said coldly: "The East Factory is famous. I believe you know better than anyone else. Since the governor has been saying the truth all his life, then ask yourself. You really haven't done it before. Is it evil?"

Guo Shuronghua's eyes went blank. After a while, he said lightly: "Brahma is flipping his socks. Everyone says it's wrong. You can stab your eyes at first. Don't hide my feet."

This poem was written by the monk Wang Fanzhi. It means: the cloth edges will be sewn inside during sewing so as not to affect the beauty. I wear socks against the back. Others say it is wrong. But I would rather let you look dazzling than let the person let him look at it. My feet were wronged. The poem was simple and white. Although Chang Sihao didn't know the author of the source, he could hear it clearly. He snorted and said, "What the governor said means. Isn't that so much that I'd rather let me betray the world. People, don’t let the world down on me. It seems that the governor has the ambition of Ah Man.”

Guo Shuronghua said: "Duke Cao attacked Dong Zhuo, destroyed Yuan Shao, and pacified Lu Bu. He collected the country and buried land to save the country and opened peace for the remnants of Li. He worked hard for the Han Dynasty throughout his life. He planned and thought. It was not a ignorant of the market. He could understand it. The novel "Baishi" was a novel "Baishi" Promoting the orthodox, turning black and white, and thus causing criticism and circulating behind him, thus creating a strange and injustice for all eternal times. The glory and prosperity are not dared to be compared with Cao Gong. However, if the country is unstable, it will not be governed. If the country is not governed, it will not be strong. If the country is not strong, it will be destroyed. If the country is broken, it will be destroyed. Then the family will die. The so-called flowing water reflects the rock. The sky is like watching the sun and the moon. The flowers will fade away. How can you keep the fragrance? The glory is for the righteousness of the world and the world. As for the false fame and fortune, the glory is indifferent. The glory is indifferent. People's words are praised and criticized. The glory is not sad. "After saying that, the corner piece was tilted lightly. The pipa sounded sharply, and the room was filled with sad sound.

Chang Sihao's eyes were flying behind his neck.

On the desk, the time and the gap between the ten miles is long and short. It is placed side by side, as if it is urged by string sounds and murderous aura. It is gently shaken.

The night is already deep, and the fallen leaves are in a turmoil.

When Fang Zhennuo walked to the edge of the woods, he suddenly stopped, stood still, looked up at the sky.

The opening of the woods looked like a dark door hole, swallowing and spitting out the darkness between heaven and earth. From behind, it seemed that the door hole was divided into two nostrils by his body. The wind turned into breathing.

I saw Fang Zhennuo looking at it for a while, lowered his head, started again, walked to a tree, untied his belt, and spread his legs.

Cheng Lian'an looked at him from a distance. He kept watching him finishing his urine, turned around and returned to the camp, gradually walking away. He couldn't help but slap his nose a few times, feeling "outrageous".

A chuckle came from behind. Looking back, it turned out to be Zeng Shiquan. He hurriedly smiled: "Third Master, why are you here too?"

Zeng Shiquan smiled and looked at the direction where Fang Zhennuo left: "Ah. It's okay. Look."

"Look" can be explained as looking at Fang Zhennuo, or as being looking at himself... Cheng Lianan felt a different meaning and handed a look: "Is the Third Master worried that he is cheating?"

Zeng Shiquan smiled with a blank look... Cheng Lian'an should have the word "Ye". But after he subtracted the word, he put himself out of the matter, as if he knew nothing. Think about it carefully. The young Shengzi dared to turn black and white in public. It must be because of Cheng Lian'an's instructions. This scene was very obvious, but it was definitely not his naivety. On the contrary, I am afraid it was a test of his tolerance for the governor. He is really a newborn calf Not afraid of tigers... But then again, the little trees always grow in unattended day and night. If you look back inadvertently, you may find that it has covered the sky...

He said "Oh" and replied casually: "There is still a need to worry. Lao Lu was sent by Chen Xing at the beginning. In the end, he was devoted to the governor's side." Cheng Lian'an smiled and said, "Yes. Yes, yes." ." He turned his body sideways, put his sleeves on his hands, and looked at Fang Zhennuo's back with him: "I don't think this person seems so humble. He is a little crazy and weird in his bones. It's very interesting."

Zeng Shiquan shook his head: "Hi. People who study are all weird and weird. If you want to be crazy, I'm afraid they are far worse than his master."

Cheng Lian'an said: "His master seems to be named Li Molei. This name is very strange. I have seen it when I was flirting with files in the factory before. So I still remember. If it is really interesting, I will go back in a few days. Go through it carefully.”

Zeng Shiquan laughed and said, "What are you doing when you turn it over? This old boy has never done anything big... but his heart is so high that he is afraid that others will not remember him. Therefore, he has given himself many nicknames, such as when he was a teenager. .There are only two important things in the world. One is to teach and educate people. The other is to plant trees and forests. However, adults in the world cannot be taught, scholars cannot be taught, and children cannot be taught. Therefore, he had to plant trees and set himself up a The alias for 'planting trees'."

Cheng Lian'an smiled and said, "It's really ridiculous to call himself an old man when he was a teenager."

Zeng Shiquan said: "Hehehe. That's not all. This kid has a bad mind. He is always deceived. He is cheated of money when doing business, cheated of marriage when he goes on blind dates, and was cheated of "a hermit" to practice fake boxing for several years. .I was so angry that I was in my twenties that I wrote this book at home. It was called "Integrity and Fake Dajian". It specially taught people how to distinguish between true and false. Later, someone cheated the manuscript and made a lot of money by selling it. .I didn't give him a penny. It really makes people laugh to death."

Cheng Lianan laughed: "This man is so stupid." He asked urged: "What happened later."

Zeng Shiquan said: "Later, he changed his luck and finally met a master. It was rare that he had such a tough temper. Within three or five years, he actually developed a good kung fu with the foundation of a weak scholar. He believed that he was both civil and military. '. The confidence was even more. Some of Confucius' disciples enjoyed incense at the Confucius Temple after their death. They were ridiculed as "the one who ate cold pork". He looked down on these sub-saints and sages, seventy-two sages, and believed that he was the one who truly studied. Therefore, he gave himself a nickname, "Don't Eat Pork". As a result, he, a "major scholar" who does not eat pork, was once again told by a group of witches and gods that he was so lard that he joined the White Lotus Cult .Hehe. In this life, it’s really exciting and exciting.”

Cheng Lian'an smiled and was about to ask something else, but he saw Zeng Shiquan suddenly opened his hand and listened quietly. He turned his mind and turned around. He also noticed that the sound of the pipa was like a tide.

After a while, Zeng Shiquan said, "Why did the governor play this song again?"

Cheng Lian'an said: "Yes. I have often heard it recently. But... I don't know why I always feel that this song is not very harmonious with the governor. At least it is not as natural and refreshing as his piano sound."

Zeng Shiquan said: "There is no need to burn incense when the governor plays the piano. Therefore, the sound of the piano is his heart. This pipa song is not. He plays this song to experience other people's state of mind."

Cheng Lian'an showed a confused expression and blinked.

The fog drifts in the air. When encountering rocks, it will form dew. The same is true for music. The so-called great sound and the sound of the sound. The real music is originally contained in the world in a form of freedom. It is just that those who are sincere and respected are unintentionally unwillingly Encountering the earth.

The ancients wanted to burn incense when playing the piano. In addition to using smell to please the body and mind, they also used vision to guide hearing and touch. Feel the meaning and rhythm of music in the flow of smoke. It is rare to be ethereal without this.

After you have achieved ethereality, you no longer need to burn incense. At that time, your mind is like a stream of fragrance. It will be like a natural sound and feelings.

Good music comes first with music. The music score is just a record. Some musicians first "compose music" and then modify it. The music is mixed with consciousness and it becomes artificial.

What Cheng Lian'an was confused at this moment was not the logic of Zeng Shiquan's words, nor was it the realm of Guo Shuronghua's piano sound. But... "So there are knots that cannot be untied in his heart."

In the boat room, Chang Sihao's vision had gradually moved from the hilt of the sword for ten miles to the hilt of the sword. He settled on the exquisite tung leaf pattern at the end of the handle and stayed for a long time.

The golden light floats slowly. Guo Shuronghua lowers his head and caresses the pipa with his hands. His long eyelashes make his shadow, and he is silent.

Under the light, that ultimate handsomeness seemed to evolve into a prettyness, which made Chang Sihao feel an illusion. It seemed that what he was facing was a girl who confessed her taboos and was waiting for her lover's execution.

He asked, "Don't you feel lonely when you walk alone on a dangerous road?"

The voice is heavy, a little regretful, spreading a state of mind.

Guo Shuronghua: "There must be unique scenery on the lonely road, right?"

After a while, Chang Sihao nodded and said, "There are good scenery. I want to see it...but then I have to be in a mood if I don't have empty stomachs. I just eat porridge and I don't have enough." He hung the bottom of the bowl diagonally, held his wrist and handed it forward slightly: "I don't know if there is any meat under the kitchen."

This almost begging action made Guo Shuronghua laugh: "It's all wine and meat, and there's a roasted lamb. I'm afraid that the Marquis's injury has not healed, and some of it can't be transformed." Chang Sihao smiled and said, "Where are you talking about it?" There are grass roots in this world that I can’t chew. But there are no bones that cannot chew.”

The mutton is served and the smell is fragrant.

Chang Sihao grabbed a lamb leg in his hand, tear the meat and tried to chew it. He nodded and smiled and said, "It's good roasted. But this smell is probably not very popular with the Governor."

Guo Shuronghua smiled and said, "In the past, an old swordsman Cai once said that mutton is not stinky. Just as women are not slut, it is just as regretful. Although the words are vulgar, they also have three flavors of food. The Marquis is determined and grateful for Ronghua. However, The smell of this mutton is not afraid of Ronghua. The Marquis can feel at ease."

Chang Sihao smiled and said, "Then I don't care about you." Half of the lamb leg was in her stomach. Someone shouted, "Report." The reporter came up and knelt down: "Taihu Military Newspaper." Take a look at Chang Sihao. He wanted to speak but stopped. Guo Shuronghua said, "Tell me." The official report said, "Yes. News from Taihu Lake came from today. Today, Lu Liang and Qin Juexiang have already supervised the army to defeat Juhao Pavilion Taihu Lake The head of the steward, captured Piaomiao Peak, annihilated 600 enemies, and captured nearly a thousand prisoners. Lu Zhengwen, the son of Lu Taiheng, was executed. Mr. Lu said that they would follow the instructions of the governor to further investigate the surrounding areas and eliminate the remaining bandits. They would issue public notices on the opening of the maritime matters. Please rest assured.”
Chapter completed!