Cai's mansion in Chang'an is not as big as the one in Luoyang, but it is still exquisite.
Come out of the study, turn around the two-curved corridor, and pass by a small bamboo forest. Next to the bamboo forest, there is a small hexagonal pavilion. Behind the hexagonal pavilion, you can faintly see the red circle through the corner of the bamboo forest.
Backyard door.
The hexagonal pavilion is a single-story building with colorful tiles and Zhu pillars, painted pillars and carved beams. The corners of the pavilion are raised like a girl's naughty eyebrows. Between the six Zhu pillars, it is surrounded by hollow carved railings, leaving only one opening.
.The three-step blue brick steps reflect the greenery and mottled moss protruding from the corner of the pavilion, which not only adjusts the color, but also highlights the simplicity.
One pavilion.
A table.
a seat.
One furnace.
one person.
Cai Yan was sitting in the pavilion, wearing a green skirt with green upper and lower parts, with dark cyan patterns embroidered on the shoulders and sleeves, and some snow-white middle clothes exposed under the goose-yellow collar.
The neck is like a swan, with a few strands of naughty black hair lightly caressing it.
A small crane-shaped incense burner stood waiting aside, with a faint green smoke lingering, just like a crane dancing beside Cai Yan.
Cai Yan raised his eyes and saw Fei Qian. He put a strand of black hair hanging down from reading behind his ear. Then he took a toothpick with a crystal clear red silk ribbon on the desk and sandwiched it between the books.
, then he closed the book and placed it on the side of the desk. Fang stood up with a slight smile and looked at Fei Qian, who was walking slowly.
If he hadn't picked up the Red Classics and Green History randomly, then Cai Yan would probably be reading some kind of scripture now...
Fei Qian stood outside the pavilion, bowed his hands and said, "Sister, are you okay?"
"Junior brother, you are fine...Ah, you have turned a lot darker..." Cai Yan returned the greeting, then pursed his lips and smiled, stretched out his catkin, and motioned Fei to sneak into the hexagonal pavilion and sit down.
Although he was tanned by laughter, Fei Qian could not feel any malice in it at all. He was more curious and surprised, like a piece of crystal, naturally reflecting the mirror images of the people around him...
Suddenly a little maid in a goose-yellow skirt appeared from behind the pavilion. She held a brocade cushion in her arms and walked over with small steps. After bending slightly to salute, she placed it in front of Fei Qian's desk, and then returned to the pavilion.
It was a gift, and he slipped back into the pavilion and disappeared...
Is there still such an operation?
Could it be that the invisibility method works?
Fei Qian straightened his neck and looked curiously, only to see that there were actually several steps behind the pavilion, and then the little maid and a rough lady were behind, and it seemed that they had set up a stove to boil water...
"That's from the book. Junior brother, you should have seen it before..." Cai Yan also looked back, suddenly smiled and said.
Fei Qian sat down and tried to recall it, but he couldn't remember it.
"...Have you been studying recently?" Seeing that Fei Qian didn't remember or explain, Cai Yan changed the topic.
"..."
Fei Qian was silent.
This senior sister is very good at what she does.
"...I'm sorry, senior sister." Fei Qian lowered his head slightly and said truthfully.
"Well, it's okay, it's just a pity..." Cai Yan smiled and tilted his head slightly, "...but I understand."
Perhaps in Cai Yan's view, the most important thing in the world is studying, and the most tragic thing in the world is not being able to study...
"There are still so many barbarians in Bingzhou?" Cai Yan said, then paused for a while, "...my father and I spent some time in Wuyuan back then..."
Fei Qian nodded and said: "It's more than that time." Wuyuan County is now almost there or not. Its territory has shrunk sharply, and there are only a few counties left in the hands of the Han people. Bingzhou Dingyuan District
Most of the soldiers from Bingzhou were removed, so now it is basically the pasture of the Xianbei people, and it falls under the jurisdiction of Bu Dugen.
Cai Yan shook his head gently, as if to get rid of that unhappy memory from his mind, "Is this time going back to Beijing... or..."
Fei Qian pondered for a moment, and then said: "I won't stay too long, and I may leave in two days." As for the Xiongnu credential, after all, it has not been carried out yet, so it is not appropriate to talk about it.
It’s not that I intentionally hide it, but not everything can be shared. Some things and some secrets are actually a kind of burden. Once you know it, it will weigh heavily on your heart. Therefore, sometimes sharing with good intentions will help.
Lead to bad consequences.
Cai Yan is pure and simple, just like a white and clean book. If you smear too much on it, although it will be loaded with more things and have deeper experiences, it may not be the same.
Lost people's desire to read this book...
"I have to leave again...then...is there anything I can do to help?" Cai Yan raised her small chin, her brows and eyes sparkling with agility.
Fei Qian smiled and said, "I haven't heard the sound of the piano for a long time. I wonder if I am lucky today?"
Cai Yan was very straightforward. He smiled brightly and ordered Feng Shu to fetch the piano.
The piano was quickly fetched and placed on the table.
But it’s not like you sit down and play immediately…
The little maid was like a small goose-yellow butterfly, busy shuttling back and forth. First she brought a small basin of water for Cai Yan to clean her hands, and then she brought some silk silk, which she dried carefully, and then put the contents in the crane-shaped incense burner.
After removing the remaining incense and replacing it with a new section of fragrant wood, we finally came to an end and exited the Hexagonal Pavilion again.
Fei Qian looked at the piano on the table. It had a simple shape and faint plum blossom scales, but one end was darker. He couldn't help but ask, "Is this a Tong Cuan?"
Cai Yan gently rolled up his sleeves, revealing a little white frost on his wrists, and said, "Yes."
Fei Qian nodded and stopped talking.
Cai Yan pursed his lips, straightened his waist, and was sitting behind the table and piano. He was like a lotus flower emerging from the water in a summer pond, stretching its graceful curves, and then stretched out his white jade-like hands.
, slowly resting on the seven strings...
A long trill of "ding" rippled through the hexagonal pavilion. Fei Qian slowly closed his eyes and devoted himself wholeheartedly to such wonderful music.
The long obliterations circled, lingered, and stretched endlessly, just like the wind blowing through the treetops or sliding across the grass. They had just gone far in the wilderness, but they came again in the next moment.
In front of me, it is empty and clear, as if a picture has been unfolded, but only a few strokes have been used to outline a wilderness...
A few short picks joined the entire melody. Although there was no overall queue, it did not appear chaotic at all. It was like a few cattle and sheep appeared on the side of the hillside, walking slowly,
It's very natural and casual. I bark twice from time to time, then lower my head and choose some sprouts to eat...
An overtone sounded and immediately became the main tone of the entire movement, just like a shepherd flicking his whip in the air, then lazily opening his mouth and humming a pastoral, which seemed to be careless at first.
A tune, and then gradually became a long string of songs, long and long, accompanied by the sound of the wind and the sounds of cattle and sheep, carried far and far...
…
The sound of the piano finally died down, and Fei Qian opened his eyes and met Cai Yan's smiling gaze. He couldn't help but smile too: "Senior sister... you mean that now... I look like a shepherd."
What?"
The Six Arts of the Ancient Gentleman were compulsory courses...
Compared with the music classes taught in primary and junior high schools now...
Well, there is still no comparison...
At least you need to understand etiquette and music, what music means what...
When participating in major sacrifices, state banquets, family gatherings, if you don’t know a thing or two, whether it’s singing, poetry, bells or piano, you have to show it, otherwise you will be laughed at, and you won’t play with them next time...
If it really doesn't work, you can still make a sound by knocking the wine jar...
