The night is low, and the sound of the piano accompanied by the evening breeze echoes through the bamboo forest and above the small courtyard.

The melody is melodious, the notes overflow from the strings, like the spring water flowing in the mountains, sending out a string of joyful sounds of ding ding dong, listening to this tune, listening to this piano rhythm, as if being in the quiet of the mountains and forests, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, it is easy to make people feel that they are leaving the world, and yearn for the secluded life of being accompanied by the mountains and forests and clear springs all day long.

When the song was over, for a long time, Zheng Wei ordered the maid Ziyan next to him to put away the lyre, and when he was about to get up, there was a sudden pop, pop, pop, three crisp applause, Zheng Wei looked up, only to see Lu Heng coming out of the bamboo forest.

"Gorou is really good. ”

When Zheng Wei saw it, he didn't get up to greet him, but only said lightly, "You're here." ”

Lu Heng didn't care at all, walked into the courtyard with a smile, just under the corridor, asked the servant to bring a couch, put it opposite Zheng Wei, knelt down, and the servant lit a copper lamp, and the fire illuminated the surroundings, only to hear Lu Heng praise: "Listening to this song, the straight teacher doesn't think about red dust in March." ”

After speaking, looking at Zheng Wei, who was holding a cup of sake in his hand opposite, wearing a wide-sleeved robe, leaning on the couch at will, probably because he drank a little wine, he only looked at the blush on his face, and a little drunkenness between his eyebrows and eyes.

For a while, Lu Heng only felt that he couldn't take his eyes off it.

He knew that Zheng Wei was good-looking, and the first time he saw Zheng Wei, he thought he was handsome.

Then, I came to my senses and sighed in my heart, no wonder the clan uncle Lu Changdao would say: This uncle was originally this nephew, and now Zheng Wei has not yet reached the crown, and his demeanor and appearance are already like this, if he is older, he is only afraid of being ** handsome, and he is even better than now.

"I have been a good piano since I was a child, after this piece was played by Uncle Zheng, I have studied for a long time, and I have not been able to understand the essence of it, and now I listened to Gorou play this song, only to understand the essentials, in the end, it is from the family learning, it is not surprising that Gorou is young, he can penetrate it, maybe we can also talk at night. ”

This song, called "Qingquan Yin", was composed by Zheng Wei's father Zheng Han, which is why Lu Heng said this.

Zheng Han has long been a scholar, with the reputation of Botong Jingyi for a while, before the weak crown, he received the edict issued by the Dayan court, and promoted him to be an official, Zheng Han with a song "Qingquan Yin" Mingzhi, unwilling to go out, refused the appointment of the Dayan court.

"Qingquan Yin" is also famous all over the world, and has become a favorite qin song for many hidden celebrities, which is sought after by Shilin, and makes the people in Shilin proud to be good at playing this song.

"I play this song, and the official books are still in the poetry book, and I should understand the meaning. Zheng Wei glanced up at Lu Heng, as if he didn't want to stay longer, he called the servant girl Ziyan over, and wanted to get up.

When Lu Heng saw it, he had to hurriedly say: "I know that Wulang doesn't want to see me, but I came here this time to tell Sù Wulang a news that Ah Da will come to Xiangguo in the near future." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zheng Wei really stopped, sat down again, stared at Lu Heng for a long time with burning eyes, and then said: "It seems that I have never guessed the meaning of Duguan Shangshu, these days, it is just that the adults have misled." ”

In fact, because the voice of speaking now is really not good, Zheng Wei is extremely reluctant to speak.

"Wild slave, why are you so unfamiliar, no matter what, we are also middle cousins. Lu Heng said with a little helplessness in his tone.

This time, Zheng Wei didn't answer, but a mocking smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Lu Heng was born in the Fanyang Lu family, and Zheng Wei's maternal grandmother and grandmother were also born in the Fanyang Lu family.

I only heard Lu Heng continue: "Wulang's guess is correct, but I didn't mislead Wulang's meaning, Wulang settled in the house, it is the meaning of His Majesty, although His Majesty Xià is not Han, but he likes the word Fu very much, since Wulang's song "Pingcheng Fu" spread to the world, His Majesty Xià ordered someone to copy a copy, put it on the pillow side, read it day and night, after seeing Wulang last time, I have always hoped that Wulang can stay in Zhao as an official. ”

Speaking of this, he paused slightly and said: "At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he served as a loose cavalry attendant, whether it was Pingcheng or Jiankang's court, it was everywhere, not to mention that His Majesty really had the intention of cherishing talents." ”

"In the final analysis, it's not for the territory of Luoyang, if I am not the son of the Zheng family and the nephew of the Cui family, I am afraid that it will not be so bothered by your majesty. ”

Lu Heng did not deny it, "If Wulang is not from the Zheng family in Xingyang, my majesty wants to invite Wulang to come to Xiangguo, so there is no need to go to such great lengths." ”

"Even if my brother comes to Xiangguo in person, it is impossible for the Zheng family in Xingyang to belong to the Zhao State, so don't bother with the official book, now the Zheng family's mind is the same as when the Lu family was in Fanyang. "In the absence of formal ambiguity, there will be no choice of political attachment.

In the face of a fragmented north, the Zheng family's 100,000 tribes, guarding Xingyang, are enough to be safe.

"But I believe that the Zheng family will not be willing to follow in the footsteps of the Lu family in Fan Yang and bloody Fan Yang. When Lu Heng said the end, he was a little sentimental.