She was afraid that her lord would do something rude. When she sobered up, she would definitely mark herself down.
but--
Gu Chi stared at him for a long time, but the latter was as motionless as a mountain.
He was used to the noisy thoughts of his lord, but now it was so quiet that he was not used to it. Thinking back to the earth-shattering thoughts at the banquet, he was not sure whether his lord would remember it after he was drunk.
After careful consideration, he said words of comfort: "Master, are you still feeling distressed?"
Shen Tang finally responded. She straightened her upper body and did not move. She just tilted her head slightly and asked with her peripheral vision.
Gu Chi said: "...It's that Xun Hanzhang..."
Shen Tang asked indifferently: "Why do you feel sorry for him?"
Gu Chi: "...I don't feel sorry for Xun Hanzhang, I feel sorry for the gold he spent. But now that the world is in chaos and the situation in the northwest is turbulent, we can rest and recuperate for two or three years through this battle. But since we are in this world of mortals, we can't do anything Sooner or later, he will always be involved in the quagmire of war. Xun Hanzhang's ability cannot be buried, which means that in the future, my lord..."
Shen Tang said quietly: "I have very little wealth."
Gu Chi: "..."
His lord was so calm that he couldn't get used to it.
Not long ago I was crying like a ghost and howling like a wolf.
Shen Tang's expression was as cold and calm as the bright moon on the horizon, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"Gold and silver are just common things. They can only be exchanged for three meals, food, clothing, and wealth. Without them, you will never die of hunger."
As the head of a county, her food, clothing, and accommodation are taken care of by the government. She can also use food to satisfy her hunger, so she doesn't need any money at all.
Whether you have financial luck or not, the difference is not big.
Gu Chi stared for a few breaths after hearing this.
He cupped his hands and said with a smile: "My lord is open-minded, I am not as good as you."
Shen Tang pursed his lips and added.
"It's not that I feel bad anyway."
Gu Chi: "..."
Shen Tang suddenly changed from being indifferent and cold, and his eyes were slightly more smiling, as if the moonlight gauze was dyed with a little faintness: "Anyway, after I wake up, the other me will feel uncomfortable for me."
Gu Chi almost lost his voice: "Lord, you..."
Shen Tang: "We are all alone, what are we afraid of?"
Gu Chi: "...not afraid."
Shen Tang was noncommittal, then thought of something, and said with a smile: "I was indeed a bit naughty when I was young, and I always waited for the tide."
Gu Chi: "...Chi has a question."
Shen Tang said: "You ask."
Gu Chi said bluntly: "How old is your master now?"
He is the one who knows the most about Shen Tang's secrets among the staff, and he also knows that this lord has inextricably linked with the Gongxi clan. However, his lord has no impression of this.
The man in front of me is quite steady. I wonder how much he still remembers?
Shen Tang shook his head slightly: "I don't remember..."
Seeing Gu Chi's expression of disbelief, she took the initiative to explain.
"...I can't remember anything...but I am sure that my mind is more mature than mine when I was young, so I should be older than her."
Gu Chi: "..."
To be honest, he doesn't think the lord in front of him is any more mature than the lord who is not drunk. The lord in front of him is the one who will draw his sword and kill people if he disagrees with him. He didn't stand up for Chu Yao before, and threatened to kill Chu Jie. Dog head?
Fewer expressions do not equate to mental maturity.
It's just that these complaints are hard to express.
He was afraid that the other party would become angry and strike him with a sword.
Gu Chi: "You can't keep yesterday. If you don't remember it, you won't remember it. In our hearts, the lord will always be the lord, and that's enough. But my lord, you drank too much today. You should go back to the camp to rest earlier, instead of The night wind is blowing. If you accidentally catch the cold, Chu Wuhui will investigate and give you a drink." He unconsciously used the tone he used to coax his younger brothers and sisters.
Shen Tang said: "It's not the night wind."
Gu Chi: "Is it sobering up?"
Shen Tang shook his head and opened the red wine seal with one hand.
He said, "No, I came to pay homage to a friend."
"Who are you paying tribute to?"
How could his lord have time to expand his circle of friends because he was obsessed with work? Gu Chi couldn't find a target for a while.
Shen Tang revealed the answer: "Yan Xingning."
This answer was completely beyond Gu Chi's expectation: "Yan Xingning? Yanan? When did this person become a friend of the Lord?"
"How can we not be friends if we share the same goals?"
Gu Chi also knew something about Yan'an, and he sighed at this moment: "It's a pity - the outside world misunderstands him a lot."
Shen Tang poured the wine on the ground: "It's enough to have one or two people who know about this turbid dust. So do I."
Gu Chi agrees with the first half of the sentence but objects to the second half.
How come there are only one or two people in the world who know the Lord?
With the lord's... this indescribable physique, there will be more like-minded followers in the future, and he will not be like Yan'an walking alone. Gu Chi retorted quietly in his heart, and then saw the lord reaching out to him: "You Do you have any musical instruments?"
Gu Chi: "..."
Ah, let’s forget it???
Shen Tang raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's that look in your eyes?"
Gu Chixiao took half a step back, unnaturally: "Chi knew that the lord wanted to play a piece of mournful music for Yan Xingning, but most of the sad music was to commemorate Chaodu... Yan Xingning could also be considered as helping the lord, repaying kindness with enmity. Let’s not do it, shall we?”
As soon as the Lord's sorrow comes out...
Directly crossing from transcendence to soul flying and annihilation.
Shen Tang was annoyed: "Who told you to be naughty now? Do I know my music theory level? Bring it here!"
Gu Chi reluctantly contributed the piccolo.
Then--
The sound of the flute was like a cold glow, brightening the sky, breaking through the rustling north wind, and blending with the moonlight of heaven and earth.
Sad music has always been as heavy as gray, full of reluctance and sadness, and the heart is depressed. However, Gu Chi can hear a bit of the open-minded and free-spirited singing of the master's unknown tune in the master's flute. He closed his eyes, as if You can see a tall and tall figure like pine and bamboo, walking alone through the vast sea of clouds.
Wearing the moonlight, wave goodbye to the billowing dust.
By the time he came to his senses, the flute sound had already stopped.
Having lived in a noisy and dangerous world all year round, he has never felt so light and relaxed in body and mind as he did right now.
Gu Chi couldn't help but ask: "What is this tune called?"
"I don't remember. If you want to give it a serious name, let's call it 'Du Hun'..." Shen Tang looked back at the national border barrier and murmured softly, "To cross him to enjoy Xingning, and to cross the battle to sleep forever. The heroic spirits here only hope that there will be no more disputes in this world."
Gu Chi's eyebrows softened: "That's difficult - but at least, the master is not like Yan Xingning walking alone -"
Shen Tang handed the piccolo back: "Thank you for your kind words."
At this time, the halo of the morning sun turned the clouds orange-red, as if a pair of invisible hands tore open a corner of the night, and more and more light joined in, slowly but surely expanding along this gap. Until that moment. Leap up the mountains towards the light.
The two of them returned one after the other.
Gu Chi took advantage of the fact that his lord was still drunk and asked him a question that he had been curious about for a long time: "My lord, I have a question."
"you say."
"Why is my master's music theory normal?"
Shen Tang seemed to have fallen into a suspicious silence.
After a long while, he confessed: "I only know this song."
Without him, practice makes perfect.
Gu Chi: "Oh."
Change the topic intelligently.
Continuing to delve deeper, he was afraid that his lord would become angry due to shame.