Liang Zheng couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

It stands to reason that pie will not fall from the sky, and even if it does, it is drugged......

Therefore, there is nothing to be done, and it is either a traitor or a thief!

Could it be that the red lady is doing it again?

Since he made a bet with the Red Lady to catch three times and three verticals, although he doesn't care on the surface, he has been secretly vigilant in his heart, lest he be careless for a while, and fall in love with the Red Lady's way - the last time she disguised herself as a man and captured herself, the scene is still vivid, and every time I think about it, I can't help but feel terrified.

This time I went out with so many guards, that's the reason.

Looking at the dress of this maid, it is obvious that she is from a large family, but in the Ming Dynasty, the etiquette and religion are very strict, although they are often not so particular when they go out, but men and women cross in the same boat, this kind of thing is of course not a big deal now, but at that time, it was already quite shocking, and it was impossible for the ordinary poet hairpin clan to do this.

Since the other party takes the initiative to invite without care, then there are only two explanations most likely: either the other party is a child of the rivers and lakes and is informal; Either that, or for another purpose.

But I was in a hurry to go to Henan, and this was the last ferry......

Liang Zheng groaned slightly, beckoned Xu Hu: "We'll get on the boat later, you pay more attention." ”

"Young Master?" Xu Hu frowned slightly.

He could hear the solemnity in the other man's tone.

"I suspect it's a trap for the Red Lady." Liang Zheng said quietly, "It's just that we have to rush to Henan Mansion after all, and there are no other ships on the ferry right now, so this boat still has to go." ”

"Do you want me to ...... then?"

Xu Hu gestured, but Liang Zheng thought about it and shook his head.

"Not yet," he said, "whether it's a red lady or not, I just doubt it, and I can't say for sure at the moment...... It's embarrassing if it's not. In short, you should be careful. ”

"Yes, young master." Xu Hu responded, while ordering the generals to be on guard in secret.

Immediately on the boat, Liang Zheng looked around, although this is a ferry, the inside is still spacious, his own guards will carry guns and weapons, and also carry the silver box to buy brocade silk and send gifts to the Shen Mansion, dozens of people stuffed in it without feeling crowded.

There were several stacks of cargo boxes piled up on one side of the cabin, and the maid I had just seen was directing the entourage and the servants to count and carry them, making room for them, and when she saw Liang Zheng looking over, she smiled politely at him.

"The grace of each other, the inscription is five. If there is anything that can help below, the girl will speak. Liang Zheng raised his hand at the maid and saluted, while shouting at Xu Hu, "What are you doing in a daze?" Why don't you hurry up and help move things! ”

"Yes, young master!"

Xu Hu hurriedly responded, while directing the generals to help sort out the containers. After waiting for the left and right to clean up, he came back and said, "It's all done, does the young master have any other instructions?" ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand to Liang Zheng, spread his three fingers, and formed a circle of thumb and index fingers, making an "OK" gesture.

This was originally taught to them by Liang Zheng when he was training these generals on the eve of the Battle of Qingshiao, and it was derived from the sign language of modern special forces tactics, so as to convey information on some occasions where it was inconvenient to speak.

When Liang Zheng saw his gesture, he naturally understood.

Sure enough, Xu Hu took advantage of the fact that there was no one left and right, and leaned into his ear and said: "I checked it carefully when I helped pack the boxes just now, and these servants have no calluses on their mouths, and they are obviously not people who have been holding knives for a long time." So it should be fine! ”

"It seems that she is a rich lady, and the daughter of a businessman is not a scholarly family, no wonder she is not particular about it." Liang Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and just wanted to speak, when he suddenly heard a sound of the piano coming from the upstairs......

The melody that came out of nowhere is playing a movement that has been sung for thousands of years through the strings that hit the heart.

"What is this? Who played it? Liang Zheng couldn't help but ask.

The maid was watching the servants order the goods, and when she heard this, she couldn't help but laugh "poof": "The son has studied through the past and the present, why don't you even know the song "Out of the Water Lotus" played by the girl?" ”

Liang Zheng smiled silently and bitterly, but he couldn't even speak......

How could he not be familiar with this song "Out of the Water Lotus"?

In modern times, he and his girlfriend Li Zhenzhen met, knew each other, and fell in love because of this song "Water Lotus......

I remember that at the school's orientation party that year, when I performed the song "Water Lotus" with her, the cheers and applause at that time were still in my ears, and the girl with bright eyes and bright teeth at that time was still vivid......

The song "Out of the Water Lotus", how much youth and how many memories are sustenance......

The memories that came back in an instant were like a flood that broke the embankment, and those fragments buried in the depths of Liang Zheng's heart but always lingered were once again presented in front of his eyes, as clear as a contrasting and lifeless plain painting.

In a flash of lightning, he seemed to have returned to the West Lake in Hangzhou, when the spring rain was like smoke, the shadow of the green bridge was green, and the green hills on both sides of the bank were surrounded.

One-step...... One-step......

It's like 500 years have passed......

The lightning flashed again, and he seemed to be back on the stage surrounded by flowers, his white clothes and long flute, should be with Li Zhenzhen's ghostly Yaoqin, leaving aside countless applause, so that only each other was reflected in his eyes.

But now?

This unexpected crossing has separated the couples in love, and now when I hear this song again, it is already a world away, and the song is wrong, how can I not sigh?

No matter how beautiful love is, it has come to an abrupt end after all; No matter how gentle her girlfriend is, there is only memories left after all.

Today, the two of them are separated, she continues her life, and he continues his story, but if one day the time and space can overlap and there is a chance to meet again, he will nod his head and whisper a greeting: "You...... Are you okay? "What?

"How are you? I am fine. Can the other person still feel this greeting?

Liang Zheng didn't know that he only kept some fragments of memory, an incomplete puzzle, and the clearest picture of it was her, which was her gentle "I love you".

"I love you!"

Hangzhou West Lake ...... On the broken bridge, which has witnessed countless joys and sorrows, countless poignant and romantic, Li Zhenzhen whispered softly, but it was deafening.

He can't forget the mood at that time even to death, time seems to be frozen in that moment, the sun is rapidly fading in front of him, the noisy voices around him are as far away as if they have been separated by centuries, the huge West Lake, the endless stream of tourists and pedestrians on the bridge, have become a blurred shadow, the only thing alive, only one voice is left to echo constantly: "She is saying that she loves me!" Say love me! ”

But now?

You can only listen to the sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo forest and wheat fields, or put it in a corner of the memory room like a record.

Seeing that Liang Zheng was suddenly silent, the maid looked happy and sad on her face, and couldn't help asking, "What, does the son think my girl can't play well?" ”

"How dare I say it's bad." Liang Zheng's voice was a little muddy, "Miss, this tune is gentle, soft and charming, it's just ......"

"Just?"

"It's just that although the artistic conception is profound, it is boneless in the charm, which is inevitably inconsistent with the meaning of the lotus flower 'out of the mud but not stained, and the clear lotus but not the demon'."

It's not that he deliberately provoked a thorn, in fact, that's what Li Zhenzhen said at the beginning......

“…… Really, we have practiced this song "Water Lotus" for so many days, and you are still not satisfied. ”

In the rehearsal of the school's orientation party, I once asked her so.

"It can only be regarded as so-so...... if "Out of the Water Lotus" wants to play well, it must show the charm of the lotus, we are still far away. But if we want to go to the next level, it doesn't rely on piano skills, but on heart rhyme......"

At that time, Li Zhenzhen replied with a smile.

To be sure, the upstairs performance wasn't up to that level, but it was already superb.

But I don't know if his voice was too loud or what, the voice just fell here, and the sound of the piano over there stopped abruptly, and Liang Zheng was regretting his loss of words - to criticize what others were doing, but unexpectedly, another maid walked downstairs and whispered a few words to the previous one, and the maid nodded, and glanced at Liang Zheng with a smile.

"My girl said it." She said, "Childe said it very well, the girl has loved music since she was a child, and there are still two songs, please comment on it." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, before Liang Zheng could reply, the sound of the piano upstairs started again, this time the melody was delicate and elegant, like a fresh and dyed ink painting, which was obviously more than a grade higher than the previous performance.

Who knew that Liang Zheng listened to it for a while, but said with a smile: "This song "Autumn Moon on the Peaceful Lake" is indeed extraordinary, but the young lady played it, although the rhythm is clear and elegant, but there is a sharp edge in the song, as if she is competing with someone, this is ...... It is inevitable that it is not in line with the autumn moon of Pinghu Lake, the high pavilion Lingbo, 'the moon is cold and the cold spring does not flow, and the song is full of returns' The meaning of the boat. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the piano upstairs stopped, and when it started again, the tune changed greatly, and the music was passionate, like a storm, lightning and thunder.

Liang Zheng listened to it for a moment, shook his head and said: "This song seems to be a Shandong Han holding a zither and singing 'Dajiangdong Go', Miss is a female streamer, she should have held a crescent moon and chanted 'Yangliu Shore Xiaofeng Wanyue', but now Miss is a weak boudoir and composes Yan Zhao's generous and sad song, which can not reach the momentum of depression and majesty, and loses the meaning of grace and gentleness, I'm afraid ...... Something doesn't fit, right? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the upstairs stopped when the piano stopped, and after a while, he walked down with an apricot eye and a sword eyebrow, although the goose egg face was slightly freckled, but it was a first-class maid, and he looked Liang Zheng up and down menacingly:

"Since this son said that my girl is so useless, he must also be proficient in music? I don't know what the level is, is it only on paper? Or is it the Bo Ya period? Can you play a song and let us open our eyes? ”

Liang Zheng couldn't help but feel a headache when he heard this.

You guys asked me to comment on it, and this thing is coming back to make trouble, what do you want?

He was pondering a few words of humility, but when the maid saw him hesitating, she sneered even more this time, and said directly: "What if the son can only talk on paper?" According to me, please get off the boat, we have carefully pickled a person like you here~! ”

Liang Zheng choked, shook his head secretly, and smiled bitterly.

It's really "disaster comes from the mouth", this time he finally understood the meaning of these four words.

"That's fine." He nodded, and asked for a hole flute, "I'll try it, if it can't get into the girl's ears, please bear with me." ”

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and pressed his hand on the flute. After a while, the sound of the flute was raised, at the beginning of the grievance and indignation, whimpering as if splashed with a little tears, but after two turns, it suddenly rose up, pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, and like a swift tearing the sky, followed by a sink, pathetic and euphemistic, such as a howling canyon, a hundred twists and turns......

This flute sound seemed to have a breathtaking magic, and suddenly the whole cabin was silent, even the little maids who were carrying the goods couldn't help but listen, and the maids were also dumbfounded, staying there like clay sculptures and wood carvings, and a heart seemed to jump out of the cavity.

When the sound of the flute is excited, I can't help but want to sing; When the sound of the flute was low, he couldn't help but cry loudly, and the whole person followed the sound of the flute up and down, up and down, up and down.

The sound of the flute was halfway through, and suddenly there was a burst of piano sound upstairs, but it seemed to be deliberately against Liang Zheng's flute sound, flickering and flickering, the tone was sour, as if the wild goose was wailing, the autumn wind was bleak, and it was better than abandoning the woman to swallow the voice, and the ghost cried at night.

Liang Zheng played a song "On the Water Side", this song is a song in the Book of Poetry, written about the lovesickness of men and women, quite pleasing to each other, sympathetic and lingering, this time was suddenly diluted by the sound of the piano a lot, a little careless, and as if Li Zhenzhen was in front of him, just looking at him with a smile, the water-like eyes seemed to have endless words to say to himself, but he couldn't understand a word. Liang Zheng suddenly felt a pain in his heart, he couldn't help it, his heart was rippling, and he almost couldn't control himself.

"What a brilliant piano skill." Liang Zheng was slightly admired.

I don't dare to say how good my flute is, but I played with Li Zhenzhen more than 100 times, and I have never been carried by the sound of the piano.

But after a little thought, he guessed what was going on upstairs.

"Is this going to be fun?"

He secretly thought to himself, and the sound of the flute turned into a song "No Clothes" from "Qin Feng" in the "Book of Songs".

The sound of this flute is like an iron horse, sometimes sonorous and warm, such as water blocking the river stone, waves curbing the flying boat, sometimes letting go of the waves and open-minded, such as the moon traveling in the clouds, the water floods the flat river, and the poignant and sad sound in the sound of the piano is washed to pieces.

And the sound of the piano upstairs also seemed to feel inappropriate, and tried his best to get rid of the shackles of the flute, but no matter how it changed, Liang Zheng's flute sound was still like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and he waited until he played it again, "Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear." Enmity with the Son. At that time, he couldn't help but bring the sound of the opponent's piano over.

After playing a few more words, the sound of the flute was even more slaughtering, and the sound of the piano was embattled, and it soon collapsed, and it was completely brought over, and it became attached to the sound of the flute up and down.

This time, the sound of the piano and flute was like a storm, and it was like the urgency of bursting beans and the light of lightning, and everyone was frightened when they heard it, until the flute stopped for a while, and there was no response.

After a while, the goose-egg-faced, slightly freckled maid woke up first, touched her back, and couldn't help but sweat a layer of fine sweat, and then looked at it, her hand was stuffed with the hole flute that the other party had returned, and Liang Zheng had already walked to the bow of the boat without knowing when.

In front of the Yaoqin seat on the second floor of the cabin, behind the curtain, there was a Miao Man Qianying who was still looking at her slender hand blankly, as if she couldn't believe that the piano just now was played by herself.