"Meng tastes noble, and has spare time to serve the country; Ruan Ji is rampant, how can he cry at the end of the road......" Xie An groaned slightly, his eyes slightly revealed, but he disappeared in an instant. He asked lightly, "Where did you hear these two words?" ”

For so many years, Xie An has never been out of office, and he doesn't really look down on the road of eunuchs. The current situation, the court situation, family disputes, and all kinds of internal family affairs, all these constraints are like a web woven into a mess, Xie An is in this net, knowing that he can only follow the steps, and it is impossible to be born out of nowhere.

The family is the stepping stone, but it is also the biggest burden.

This is a big net that the children of the nobles of the family have not been able to get rid of since ancient times, although this kind of big net is not exactly the same as the situation of Meng Wei and Ruan, but the sense of sadness and indignation that is compassionate and has nowhere to display their talents is absolutely the same.

Or, that's why, Xie An was moved by Xie Anhui after hearing Xie Xiaoman's song "Gusu Xing". To a certain extent, Xie Xiaoman's emotions that could not be found trapped in the small courtyard can overlap with Xie An's mood at this moment.

As for Xie Xiaoman, she doesn't have such deep scheming, nor does she have the ability to speculate on people's hearts. She was just deeply influenced by the nine-year compulsory education, and after talking about Ruan's nationality, she subconsciously said this sentence in the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng".

And all the things that coincide with Xie An's mood are just a fateful coincidence.

"I heard it in a dream." Facing Xie An's questioning, Xie Xiaoman replied.

This answer is not a lie, for her, the afterlife is indeed like a dream that she has personally experienced. She couldn't tell which Xie Xiaoman she was, after all, each one was so real and vivid, but now, she lived in the Jin Dynasty, so she could only attribute those memories thousands of years later to a dream.

"In a dream?" I didn't expect it to be this answer, Xie An groaned slightly, but he didn't delve into it anymore.

After all, although these two sentences use two allusions, they are not too gorgeous and complicated sentences, they are just ingenious to cater to their own mood.

There are many talented children of the Xie family, and with these two sentences, Xie Xiaoman may be among them, but he can't come out on top. So Xie An didn't care too much.

"Are you used to living here?" Xie An continued to ask.

Xie Xiaoman didn't mean to stand alone in the world with one or two sentences, she never believed in the kind of similar plots in the text. If you just occasionally come up with a few poems and attract praise from all over the world, what about usually? What should I do?

If nothing else, what about the dialogue between literati? Others say an allusion, you can only pretend to be stupid here, and it won't be debunked in minutes?

Pregnancy is indeed like pregnancy. As for just knowing a few poems, it's like having a tumor in the abdomen, although at first glance it looks like pregnancy, but after a long time, you will be able to see your true face.

"It's a good stay, everyone is very good to Xiaoman."

"Who taught your flute? I haven't heard the song that day, what's the name? ”

"The song is called "Gusu Xing", and my mother always played it when I was a child, and I always remember that I slowly figured it out over the years."

"It's kind of self-taught." Xie An nodded slightly, "It's just that your flute doesn't sound good, Lu Sheng, I remember that there should be a piccolo in the warehouse, you have someone to find it and give it to Xiaoman." ”

Xie Xiaoman opened his mouth to thank him, and he didn't look like he was grateful.

This attitude made Xie An very appreciative, after all, since the Wei and Jin dynasties, it is such a chic and uninhibited style that has been advocated. Bowing slightly, Xie An didn't say much, only asked Wen Han again, and then asked Lu Sheng to take Xie Xiaoman back to the room.

After Lu Sheng came back, Xie An held the scroll in his hand and muttered: "According to you, the people in my brother's mansion said that Xie Xiaoman's brain has not been clear since he was a child. Do you think this is what dementia looks like? ”

Lu Sheng joked: "If this is called dementia, there are few normal people in the world." ”

"It's interesting." Taking the emerald stone on his waist to play with, Xie An continued to ask, "What did Guo Pu say?" ”

"Guo Xianshi said that he doesn't know much about this kind of thing, and if he has to watch it, he should also ask a doctor instead of looking for him."

Xie An shook his head and smiled when he heard this: "This person has the ability, but he is such an untruthful force, which is really hateful." ”

Lu Sheng also followed suit, and after a while, he cleaned up again, and asked hesitantly: "Master Lang, is it a little troublesome for the little lady to bring back the little lady?" ”

"You're doing the right thing, and this can be regarded as saving people from fire and water." Xie An shook his head, "You can probe her tone later, if she wants to follow us back to Jiankang, there are not many people in the mansion who eat with her." If she still wants to go back to where she came, I will repair a book and ask her to bring it back to my brother, so that her life will be better. ”

"Yes, Lu Sheng understands."

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After returning to the room, Xie Xiaoman's thoughts were all about the "Immortal Master Guo".

Xie An is finished, but the one who is chattering with God does not know where, so she is still confused, and there are many things she wants to ask him to understand.

When I asked about the people, they all said that "Guo Xianshi" slept in the blue sky and daytime every day, and did not get up at night. If Xie An hadn't opened his mouth yesterday, he wouldn't have sacrificed sleep to see Xie Xiaoman's injury.

It's still a nocturnal animal.

Xie Xiaoman pursed his lips, thinking that he was not in a hurry anyway, and it was the same when he asked him at night.

It just so happened that Lu Sheng had already sent the piccolo that Xie An had just mentioned, Xie Xiaoman took it and took a closer look, and couldn't help but be happy, thinking that the Xie family was really full of good things, and he took out a bamboo flute that no one used, which was also an excellent product.

Put it to your lips and blow the test sound, and sure enough, the voice is smart and tactful, and it has a sense of cleansing.

"Does this flute have a name?" Xie Xiaoman raised his eyebrows with joy.

"It's a strange name, I remember if it's sixteen or seventeen." Lu Sheng scratched his head and replied.

Xie Xiaoman smiled: "It should be the sixteenth flute." Legend has it that Cai Yong's Ke Ting Di was made by removing the sixteenth bamboo of Ke Ting, and the name of the sixteen flutes is clearly to argue with Ke Tingdi. ”

"Ahh When the man sent it, he did say something about the Ke Ting flute. Lu Sheng praised, "Little lady, you are really powerful, you know all these allusions." ”

"It's nothing." Xie Xiaoman was modest in his mouth, but he had another thing in his heart. It's good to rub around at Xie An's house for nothing, not to mention anything else, just selling this flute is enough for her to live a good life for a while.

If Xie An knew that Xie Xiaoman had the idea of replacing the flute with copper smell, I don't know what his generation of Shengming Prime Minister would think.

After happily playing with the sixteen flutes for a while, and having lunch casually, Xie Xiaoman felt slightly sleepy, and no matter how the sage accused Zai Yu of not being able to carve rotten wood, he took a nap by himself.

It's just that this sleep, Xie Xiaoman realized himself again, and fell into that extremely black dream.