Bu An has said this part, no matter how much the ugly aunt protects the master, she can't find his thorns.

And Xue Caiyu listened to his previous analysis, and couldn't help but feel sad secretly, and it didn't take long for him to feel tired and a little unable to sit still.

Seeing this, Bu An persuaded her that the master and servant might as well stay here, so as not to be tired back and forth, and to take care of each other when they came.

Miss Xue hesitated for a moment, but still agreed, and moved into an upper room that the inn guys had temporarily cleaned up.

After settling down, Bu An was not idle, and called Qingshan over again in a blink of an eye.

He looked for Qingshan, obviously he had something to explain, but it could be seen that the girl entered the house, covered the door, her pretty face was shy and timid, and her two hands were so cramped that she didn't know where to put it, but she also followed her heart ape.

Remembering that before, as long as she defeated the ugly aunt, she could recruit her young lady, Qingshan actually rarely pretended to be stupid and was unwilling to compete with the ugly aunt, Bu An felt a little funny, and was afraid that she was still misunderstood.

"Miss Xue is from Ningyang County, she is familiar with the local customs, and she is an orthodox doctor...... "He tried to explain.

Haruyama let out a soft "um".

"Not only can she save the dead, but she can also save some mental ...... for those walking corpse-like people," Bu An added.

Qingshan hurriedly glanced up at him, and when he lowered his head again, he whispered inaudibly: "Bu Ye called Qingshan over, is it specifically to praise that girl?"

The more you explain, the more confusing it becomes!

Bu An secretly complained to himself, smiled and waved his hand, "Where do you want to go." I'm looking for you to come here, it's a serious matter!"

Qingshan is not an ignorant character, and when he saw that he said that he had something to do, he quickly put those inappropriate little emotions behind him, and his face became solemn.

"Since I met you, I've taught you more than a dozen tunes bit by bit, right?" asked Bu An.

"Nineteen songs. "Haruyama remembers it very clearly.

"Have you ever thought that you would try to compose a song according to that rhythm?"

Hearing this, Qingshan said calmly: "Don't hide it from the son, I've been trying, but I can't do it." ”

"Haven't the fire arrived?" Bu An said curiously.

"Probably, yes. Qingshan thought for a while, and added: "Childe's songs, when gathering aura, can have such momentum, the key lies in the strange, and throughout the ages, the more clever the musician, the more able to bring forth the new and lead the weather...... But this novelty is not easy to say. ”

"Hmm......" Bu An nodded slowly, and then said thoughtfully: "Then the tune I hummed, will it ...... Too cheesy?"

Qingshan smiled: "Childe's words are wrong. Most of the 300 poems came from the countryside, and now they are all elegant; all the poems of Yuefu are taken from folk tunes, and they are not also in the house? What's more, our generation plays and sings, not for the sake of the living, but only for the sake of wandering souls, so why should we care about elegance and vulgarity?"

"It's still the realm of Qingshan! I listen to you, it's better than ten years of study. Bu An laughed.

Qingshan blushed and his heart beat when he heard this, and he was quite happy to see that his tone and expression were not like a joke.

"The ancients had red sleeves to add incense, and they used to grind ink. Bu An got up with a smile, "Today I will also be a vassal of Fengya, please Qingshan girl to study ink for me, can you make it?"

This guest house was originally simply furnished, but the innkeeper saw that Bu An Rusheng was dressed up, so he had prepared four treasures for him and put them on the table in front of the window.

Qingshan's face was full of shame, and he muttered: "For Bu Gongzi's ink, I don't know how many women in the world, but I can't ask for it." As he spoke, he moved the lotus step lightly, rolled up his sleeves, revealing a snow-white forearm.

Her sentence was not a polite statement. Since the Lanting Summer Collection, Tianmu has become famous, and the admirers do not know how many. Otherwise, how could Xue Caiyu, a girl who was far away in Fujian, in the land of moon worship and poison, have heard of his name?

Bu An stood aside, watching Qingshan's careful grinding movements, pleasing to the eye, thinking of the past, and couldn't help but sigh.

More than half a year ago, he was still a storyteller on Zijing Street on the banks of the Demoromi River, and the woman in front of him was already a popular figure among cultivators in Yuezhou.

At that time, a glimpse of the fairy-like figure was actually in front of him at this moment, adding fragrance to his ink - she said that grinding for herself, how many women can't ask for it, but how can she be compared with ordinary women in the world?

"Childe," after a moment, Haruman interrupted Bu'an's thoughts and asked with a light smile, "What are you going to write?"

Bu An hurriedly laughed to hide the embarrassment of being distracted for a while, and replied, "Since the time has not yet come, I will help you." ”

Qingshan was puzzled, but saw him holding a pen dipped in ink, and wrote a line of words in one go on the neatly folded rice paper in front of him.

"Crooked words...... Excerpts?"

Qingshan suddenly remembered that Bu Gongzi had always said that the poems he made were all heard in his dreams and copied by hand.

"Don't laugh. Bu An turned his head and glared at her, but he couldn't help laughing, and after laughing, he continued: "That Gongshang Jiao Zhengyu, I am not familiar with it, today I will work hard for you to learn another set of notation with me." ”

Qingshan was surprised to hear this, and saw that Bu Gongzi drew seven more crooked talismans in the blank space on the paper.

"These seven signs, singing and composing, the secret method of solas......"

"It sounds like a Buddhist chanting, could it be that this method of notation is passed down from Tianzhu?"

Bu An smiled but did not answer, and said in his heart that this Arabic numeral seemed to have been invented by Indians, but he did not know who created the simple notation.

Then he explained the notation of the notation. As a master of piano music, Qingshan naturally understands it as soon as he listens to it.

In fact, the simple notation is not better than Qingshan's notation, and Bu'an taught her the simple notation, firstly, for her own convenience, and secondly, it also has the effect of secrecy.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the page, spread it aside, and whispered: "I may not remember all the lyrics and songs. You can cite it as a reference, and you don't have to be rigid. ”

Seeing that he was serious, Qingshan nodded solemnly before going to see him write.

Bu An wrote down a few lines of brief score according to his memory, and then filled in the words.

"At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was divided into three kingdoms, and the beacon fire was endless. Children are long, and they are left and right in troubled times, who will cook wine. It is the Three Kingdoms, and I can't tell whether it is right or wrong. After thousands of years, everything started from scratch. ”

Qingshan sang silently in his heart, only feeling that this song was really very novel, not inferior to the ones that Bu Gongzi had hummed in the past.

Bu An turned his head to look at her: "How?"

Qingshan covered his mouth and smiled: "Childe is too modest, where is this vulgar?"

"Isn't it good?" Bu An was said by her, and on a whim, he wrote down another piece of music, but the words backfilled in were a little out of place.

“...... Walk with me through the streets of Yuezhou until all the lights go out, and don't stop. You will hold my sleeves, I will put my hands behind my back, walk to the end of Zijing Street, and sit at the door of Linglong Fang......"

"What about this time?" he turned to look at the mountain again.

I saw that the girl was so ashamed and panicked, and only after a while did she lower her head and whispered, "It's vulgar." ”

"Then I rewrote it?" asked Bu An kindly.

Qingshan simply mustered up all the courage before squeezing out two words: "No." At this moment, she seemed to hear her heart pounding.

"What about this paragraph?" Bu An kept writing, his tone seemed to be joking, but his heart was equally agitated.

I saw that the words he backfilled in were: "Someone asked me, where are you good, and you still can't forget it when you go all over the world." No matter how beautiful the spring breeze is, it can't compare to your smile, and those who haven't seen you won't understand. ”

Qingshan only felt that his whole body was sore, his cheeks were hot, and his breath was uneven.

"Childe ......" she hung her head and shook her body, "are you here to make fun of me again?"

"I ......" Bu An wanted to reach out to help her, but he couldn't help it, his heart was nervous and impulsive, he hesitated for a while, secretly exclaimed, "Let it go", and then blurted out: "I won't go into the red, even if the wild bones are all over the place, the sea is crossing......"

Qingshan suddenly stretched out his hand to cover Bu'an's lips, and as if his lips were burned, he quickly withdrew it, and said urgently: "Don't say it, Childe, Qingshan understands." ”

Bu An licked his lips, it seemed that the fragrance was still there, and there were thousands of flowers in his heart, all in full bloom.

"Childe is a kind-hearted ......" Qingshan was moved for a moment and choked up.

When Bu An heard this, he felt like he had been hammered, as if the whole world had deceived him--why did he get the wrong script again?!Is it a good guy card again?!

At this time, Qingshan suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were unprecedentedly firm, "However, in this world, the virtuous and the virtuous are in trouble, and the wicked are in charge, just like the late Eastern Han Dynasty, they are disturbed one after another, and they are deceitful, where can we distinguish between right ......and wrong?

Bu An listened silently, sighing secretly in his heart. Qingshan saw that he looked uncertain, but he didn't know which sentence he said wrong.

The two were silent for a while, and finally Bu'an spoke first.

“...... I didn't understand it, but I said I understood. He frowned a little lost, at this moment, it seemed that he was no longer the Bu Ye who was dominating Yuezhou, but the scholar who had just crossed over, and was a scholar who lost his soul.

"Childe ......" Qingshan didn't know where the courage came from, he actually stretched out a hand, held Bu'an's palm, opened and closed his mouth, wanted to say something, but didn't know how to speak, anxious and ashamed, stomped off Bu'an's palm, hurriedly turned his back, and said half-angrily: "Childe's mind, the concubine understands." But the mind of the concubine's body, but the son doesn't understand. ”

Seeing that she had even changed her title, it didn't seem like a refusal, and suddenly realized that she might have misunderstood, so she hurriedly took a step forward and said cautiously: "Then I'...... What will I call you in the future?"

Qingshan turned his back to him, and his shoulders twisted slightly, and he didn't know if he was in a turbulent mood and couldn't help himself, or if he wanted to turn back but didn't dare.

“...... Naturally, it is all up to the son. Her voice was too soft to read.

“...... Is it okay to call the lady?" Bu An was bold, and after he finished speaking, even his face turned red.

It took a long time for him to hear Haruma's answer.

"Why should Childe be in a hurry......

"Yes, yes, no hurry!" Bu An replied happily. Looking at the thin and graceful back of the woman in front of him, his heart was full of warmth, obviously outside the house was the winter moon with the cold wind howling, but it seemed that the spring light was full of room, full of tenderness.