Every time he returned to Luoyang, Yan Xing would visit Cai Yan as usual.

Previously, Cai Yan began to rescue and repair the orphan books of ancient books left by his deceased father Cai Yong with the help of Wang Cang, and later although Wang Cang left Luoyang for Xiangyang, Cai Yan stayed in Luoyang City.

Yan Xing walked into the front yard of Cai Yan's house under the guidance of the maid, and he saw the plum blossoms still blooming in the front yard at a glance as his steps slowed down, and after learning from the maid that it was Cai Yan himself, Yan Xing deliberately paced to the blooming plum blossoms, and quietly looked at these unique plum blossoms.

The maid confessed, turned around and left to inform Cai Yan.

Yan Xing looked at the plum blossoms planted by Cai Yan himself, and he couldn't help but recall the few times he and Cai Yan had met.

When they met for the first time in Luoyang, the tranquility in Cai Yan's eyes and the faint bookish atmosphere in the ox cart left an impact on Yan Xing. By the time she saw Cai Yan for the second time in Anyi, the suffering of the troubled times had destroyed Cai Yan's already unhappy life trajectory, but her tranquility still attracted Yan Xing.

Although the suffering had left traces on her thin face, her eyes were still clear and bright, and although the horse's hooves and bows had destroyed the books outside her body, the bookish aura on her body was still faintly remaining.

Yan Xing couldn't help but reach out and touch the plum blossoms, and sighed softly:

"Proud and cold, with dark fragrance and sleeves."

"Although the plum blossoms are arrogant, they are also difficult to beat the spring cold after all."

A familiar female voice came from behind, Yan Xing looked back and saw Cai Yan, who was dressed in light clothes, accompanied by the maid, and slowly walked to his location.

Cai Yan has not changed much from the last time she met, and the irresistible years seem to have stagnated in her again.

Yan Xing smiled faintly and did not speak.

Cai Yan understood what he meant, but she knew that no matter how arrogant the plum blossoms were, they couldn't resist the bone-chilling spring cold after all. Because she herself has been to the bitter cold land where plum blossoms cannot bloom and will only wither and die.

"Spring is unexpected, the general is still invited to enter the room."

Cai Yan gave Yan Xing a salute and invited him loudly. In her house, without her permission, the maid in charge of the reception could not bring guests into Cai Yan's inner room at will.

Yan Xing nodded, signaling the guards who followed him to stay in the front yard, and he followed Cai Yan into the inner room.

When the guest of honor sat down and the maid served the hot soup, she consciously retreated to the door to wait.

The two sat silently, and then Yan Xing slowly spoke:

"When I arrived in Luoyang this time, I thought about visiting Cai's family by the way, and I also brought a few rolls of Zuobo paper improved by Hedong craftsmen, and everyone worked hard to repair ancient books and other things, and these new papers can just catch up with the wonderful use."

Although Cai Yan didn't inspect it with her own eyes, she also knew that what Yan Xing brought was definitely better writing paper than Zuo Bo paper, so she didn't shirk it, and tapped her head to thank Yan Xing.

"The concubine has thanked the general for his kindness, everyone's name is really not true, the general still calls the concubine Zhaoji."

Yan Xing nodded, and said with a smile:

"It's okay, Henan County has a hundred industries to be developed, Zhao Ji insists on staying in Luoyang to repair ancient books, I don't know if there are other difficulties, if there is, but it doesn't hurt."

Cai Yan shook his head and said:

Pei Fujun took care of his concubines a lot on weekdays, and sent people to send a whole thing such as money and silk, salt and rice, pen and ink, and rulers at four o'clock. The concubine lives here without worry, and has always been able to quietly repair and record the unique and fragmentary ancient books left by her father. In the troubled times, it is already a special encounter, where are there other difficulties. ”

"That's good...

Yan Xing said, his eyes unconsciously stayed on Cai Yan's body, and the tranquility and indifference on Cai Yan's body suddenly made him feel stunned in his heart.

He had also seen Cai Yan in Luoyang City before, and at that time, the noble and outstanding Cai Yan also had this kind of tranquility, which seemed to be an intellectual beauty, which left an impression on Yan Xing, who entered Luoyang at the beginning of that year.

And now this tranquility seems to be more of a kind of tenacious beauty, which deeply attracts Yan Xing.

It's ordinary, and it's great.

is completely different from the women around Yan Xing, Pei Shu is also a wise woman, with intellectual beauty, but she presents more of a responsibility, as a child of the Pei family, as the wife of Yan Xing, as the responsibility of the child's mother, sometimes Yan Xing is a little shocked, how can his wife bear these heavy responsibilities silently.

Lu Yue also has a kind of tranquility, but she is a natural beauty; Zhang Rui also has a kind of tranquility, but she is a kind of weak beauty; Aqige, Dong Dai, and Ma Yunlu all have wild beauty; Yan Wan is a poignant beauty, which is different from the tenacious beauty of Cai Yan in front of him.

Yan Xing felt that this might be related to Cai Yan's life experience, a daughter of a scholar who had received the education of the Three Principles and Five Constants since childhood; A miserable man who has experienced the pain of losing his husband, father, and son; A survivor who has endured all kinds of worldly sufferings and endured a fate far greater than ordinary people; A strange woman who grew up in the hinterland of the Central Plains, where humanities gathered, lived in the Jiangnan where Wu Nong's soft language was detained, and wandered to the wind-swept and sandy Saibei.

A kind of feminine greatness makes Yan Xing, who is in a high position, feel small, let alone blasphemous.

Countless sufferings added layers to her fragile and humble body, and then a new life was born in her fragile and humble body, and this new life is inheriting a tenacious beauty called civilization.

Yan Xing didn't know when he already had a huge metaphysical power in his hands, and he would also be attracted by this metaphysical power in Cai Yan's body.

Yan Xing was looking at Cai Yan, and Cai Yan was also looking at Yan Xing.

Of course, she wouldn't think that the hussar general in front of her was coveting her body, she might be more delicate and good-looking than ordinary women, but with Yan Xing's power and status today, he could obtain many beautiful worldly colors through various legal and reasonable means.

She wouldn't think that Yan Xing was greedy for fame. Rescuing the daughter of the celebrity Cai Yong and rescuing and repairing ancient books and classics can indeed gain fame, but these reputations are not worth Yan Xing's personal move.

Yan Xing's gaze rarely had no edge, no distractions, and was as clear as water, just like an ignorant child looking at his hard-working mother beside him.

Maybe in this hard-hearted heart, there is also a softness that has nowhere to be placed.

Cai Yan finally broke the atmosphere in front of him by speaking out.

"General, do you have something on your mind?"

Yan Xing also broke away from his contemplation, he nodded, and said:

"I thought of a recent dream in which I returned to the ancient tribes, and I slowly became a sorcerer, controlling the sacrifices to heaven and earth, with blood on my hands, and the tribesmen believed that I had the ability to communicate with heaven and earth, and I was convinced of my own ability. It's just that one day, I feel that what I communicate with is not the sky, but chaos, and I am not communicating with the earth, but the abyss. ”

"Fear, weariness, pain, you, understand?"

Cai Yan quietly listened to the nonsense of the man in front of her, who already had great power in the troubled times, and she said lightly:

"The concubine can't interpret dreams, but she knows a little about the piano, when the father and husband were restless in the past, the concubine would play a song for them to calm their minds, does the general want to try?"

",,Okay, then there will be Lao Zhaoji."

Yan Xing thought for a moment and finally spoke.

Cai Yan, who got the answer, immediately got up and came to Suqin in the room, her slender ten fingers were put on the strings, she looked up at Yan Xing and said:

"General, when you listen to the piano, you still need to close your eyes."

Hearing this, Yan Xing subconsciously looked around Cai Yan's inner room before slowly closing his eyes.

Yan Xing, who sank into darkness in front of him, quietly waited for Cai Yan's quiet piano sound in uneasiness, but after waiting for a long time, Yan Xing, who gradually felt uneasy, still couldn't wait for Cai Yan's piano sound, he was in a hurry, and quickly opened his eyes and looked at Cai Yan who was stroking the piano.

Cai Yan was still sitting in the seat, her slender ten fingers were still on the piano, her eyes were looking at the strings, and she seemed to have reveled in the emotions she had created.

Yan Xing didn't bother when he saw this, he had to close his eyes again and wait quietly, this time he didn't seem to feel so uneasy when he sank into the darkness, he waited patiently, and at this time finally heard the clear sound of the first string plucking in his ears.

Yan Xing waited for a while, and then a different second sound sounded, and after waiting for a while, he heard a different third sound, and then fell into silence again.

Yan Xing's heart rose up again, but he didn't open his eyes this time, he silently waited for the fourth string to sound, and sure enough, it took a long time to hear the fourth sound, and then the fifth, after these five sounds, the sound of the piano suddenly accelerated, and the noisy sound of the piano continued to echo in Yan Xing's ears.

In the sound of the piano, all kinds of pictures appeared in front of Yan Xing's eyes, such as the crying and laughing of babies in swaddling clothes, the love of men and women in the mulberry forest, the flesh and blood battlefield of Jin Ge Iron Horse, and the blue flowers in ruins······

Then Yan Xing saw himself wandering in front of a door, bowing his head and groaning, just when Yan Xing wanted to see his face clearly and hear his voice clearly, he suddenly fell into an ethereal state, the sound of the piano was still ringing, the self who was wandering in front of the door, bowing his head and groaning, was gone, his body was fluttering, as if he was feathering and ascending to the immortal, and he felt that he was about to rise into the air.

This ethereal feeling lasted for a while, and Yan Xing, who had returned to normal, finally couldn't help but open his eyes, and at this time, he found that Cai Yan had walked to the window.

Yan Xing was very surprised, he got up and left the table and couldn't wait to share with Cai Yan all the changes he had just experienced in listening to the piano, especially the wonderful feeling at the end, it really made Yan Xing completely free of distractions and sharpness, and the sound of the piano took away fear, boredom, pain, and so on.

However, after listening to Yan Xing's description, Cai Yan told Yan Xing firmly:

"General, in fact, the concubine only played five times just now, and the sound of the piano in the back, the concubine doesn't know where it came from."

Facing Cai Yan's clear gaze, Yan Xing, who confirmed that she was not deceiving herself, fell silent again.

Could it be that the sound of the piano in the back just now is really the song of his heartstrings, is that kind of picture is the state of mind in his heart, and the feather volley at the back is not the kind of power on Cai Yan's body, but another illusion of his own mental barrier.

Yan Xing was silent, so much so that he forgot that he originally wanted to ask Cai Yan to enter the customs with him, and teach him a few children in the future.