Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 520 Hexagon and Seven Strings

   Cai's mansion in Chang'an is not as big as the one in Luoyang, but it is still exquisite.

Coming out of the study, turn around two curved corridors, and pass a small bamboo forest. Beside the bamboo forest, there is a small hexagonal pavilion. Behind the hexagonal pavilion, through a corner of the bamboo forest, you can faintly see a red round back yard door.

  The hexagonal pavilion, single-story, with colorful tiles and pillars, painted pillars and carved beams, and the corners of the pavilion are high, just like the naughty raised eyebrows of a girl. Between the six pillars, it is surrounded by hollow and carved railings, leaving only one side open. The green brick steps of three steps reflect the little 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 middle of the pavilion, wearing a skirt of green on the top and green on the bottom, with dark blue tufts embroidered on the shoulders and sleeves, some snow-white tunic exposed under the goose-yellow cross-collar, showing a section Like a swan-like neck, a few mischievous strands of black hair fluttered lightly on it.

  A small crane-shaped incense burner stood by, and the faint green smoke lingered, like a crane dancing beside Cai Yan.

Cai Yan raised his eyes and saw Fei Qian, and put a strand of black hair hanging down from reading a book behind his ears, then took a crystal clear toothpick with a red silk ribbon on the table, and stuck it between the scrolls , and then closed the scroll and placed it on the side of the table. Fang stood up with a slight smile and looked at Fei Qian who was walking slowly.

  Red Classics and Green History, if it wasn’t for casually picking up, then Cai Yan is probably reading some kind of scripture now...

   Fei Qian stood outside the pavilion, bowed his hands and saluted, and said, "Senior Sister, are you safe?"

   "Junior brother, don't come here without any problems... Ah, you have turned darker a lot..." Cai Yan also returned the salute, then pursed her lips and smiled, stretched out her catkins, and signaled Fei Qian to sit in the Liujiao Pavilion.

  Although she was tanned by laughter, Fei Qian didn't feel any malice in it at all, and was more curious and surprised, like a piece of crystal, naturally reflecting the mirror images of the people around her...

Suddenly, a little maid in light yellow skirt flashed out from behind the pavilion, holding a brocade cushion in her arms, walked over in small steps, bowed slightly to salute, then placed it in front of the table for Fei Qian, and then It was a salute, and he went back to the pavilion and disappeared...

   Is there such an operation?

   Could it be that the invisibility method is not working?

  Fei Qian straightened his neck curiously and looked at it, only to realize that there are actually several steps behind the pavilion, and then the little maid and a rough woman are behind, and it seems that a stove is set up to boil water...

   "That's Fengshu, 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, but he couldn't remember.

   "...Have you been reading recently?" Cai Yan saw that Fei Qian didn't remember and didn't explain, so he changed the subject.

   "..."

   Fei Qian was silent.

  This senior sister, the three sentences are not far from the line.

   "...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 her head slightly, "...But, I understand."

  Perhaps in Cai Yan’s view, the most important thing in the world is reading, and the most tragic thing in the world is not being able to read…

   "There are still so many barbarians in Bingzhou?" Cai Yan said, and then paused for a while, "...my father and I stayed in Wuyuan for a while..."

   Feiqian nodded, and said, "It's more than that time." Wuyuan County, now there is almost no more, and the land has shrunk sharply, and there are few counties left in the hands of the Han people. Dingyuan of Bingzhou took away most of the soldiers of Bingzhou, and as a result, that area is now basically the ranch of the Xianbei people, which belongs to Budugen's jurisdiction.

  Cai Yan shook his head lightly, as if he wanted to get rid of that unhappy memory from his mind, "Is this time going back to Beijing... or..."

   Fei Qian pondered for a while, and then said: "I won't stay for too long, maybe I will leave in two days." Regarding the matter of the Xiongnu's credential, after all, it has not been operated yet, so it is not appropriate to say it.

   Not intentionally concealing, but not everything can be shared. There are some things, some secrets, which are actually a kind of burden. After knowing it, they will be heavily pressed in the heart. Therefore, sometimes sharing in good faith will lead to bad consequences.

Cai Yan is pure and simple, just like a white and clean book, if too much is painted on it, although more things will be loaded and deeper experiences will be added, but perhaps it will also be lost. Lost people's desire to read this book...

   "I'm leaving again...then...how can I help?" Cai Yan lifted her small chin, and there was a nimble brilliance between her brows and eyes.

   Fei Qian smiled and said: "I haven't heard the sound of the piano for a long time, I wonder if I will be lucky today?"

  Cai Yan was straightforward, smiled, and ordered Feng Shu to fetch the qin.

  The piano was quickly brought and placed on the table.

   But not sitting down and playing immediately...

The little maid was like a little goose-yellow butterfly, busily shuttling back and forth. First, she brought a small basin of water for Cai Yan to cleanse her hands, and then offered a silk handkerchief to dry her hands carefully. Remove the residual incense and replace it with a new piece of fragrant wood, then it is considered to be an end and exit the Hexagonal Pavilion again.

  Fei Qian looked at the qin on the table. It was simple in shape, with faint plum scale patterns, but one end was darker. He could not help asking: "Is this 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 her lips, straightened her waist, and was sitting behind the table and piano, like a lotus flower emerging from the water in Xiali Pond, stretching its graceful curves, and then stretched out her hands like white jade , slowly resting on the seven strings...

   A long tremolo sounded "ding" in the Hexagonal Pavilion, and Fei Qian slowly closed his eyes, devoting himself to the wonderful music.

The long wipe, hovering, lingering, and endless, is like the wind blowing over the treetops, or sliding over the grass, just going away in the wilderness, but coming again in the next moment In front of my eyes, it is empty and clear, like unfolding a scroll, but with only a few strokes, I have outlined a wilderness...

A few short picks joined the whole melody. Although there was no overall queue, it didn't look messy at all, just like a few cattle and sheep appeared on the side of the hillside, walking slowly, Very natural, very casual, calling twice from time to time, then lowering his head to choose some sprouts to eat...

A harmonic sound sounded, and it immediately became the main tone of the whole movement, just like a shepherd first flicked his whip in the air, then opened his mouth lazily, and hummed an idyll. A tune, and then gradually became a long series of songs, long and long, accompanied by the sound of cattle and sheep in the wind, transmitted far, far away...

  …

The sound of the piano gradually died down, and Fei Qian opened his eyes, and met Cai Yan's smiling gaze, and couldn't help but also smiled: "Senior sister...you mean, I now...look like a shepherd? "

   The Six Arts of the Ancient Gentleman is a compulsory course...

   Compared with the music class taught in elementary and junior high schools now...

   Well, still can't compare...

   At least one must understand ritual and music, and what music means...

   Participating in major sacrifices, state banquets, family gatherings, if you don’t know a thing or two, or songs or fus or bells or zithers, you always have to show it, otherwise you will be ridiculed, and you won’t play with it next time...

   It's really not good, it's okay to know how to knock the wine jar...

   Commonly known as hitting fou...

  (end of this chapter)