The next day, when the sun was in the sky, the four of them reunited, and there was no reason for it, but fortunately, after a night of deliberation, Cai Yong also gave up the idea of Emperor Xieshao leaving Luoyang.

Pick up the piano, ups and downs, time flies, the hot summer is no more, and the weather is cool and autumnal.

It should have been two months since I came to Luoyang, and time gave Cai Yong the answer about the yellow scarf, the yellow scarf is not as brutal as Cai Yong imagined, and he wants to put the Son of Heaven to death, at least on the surface, like the clear sound of the piano, it is still quite harmonious.

The cool breeze of early autumn, withering the sycamore leaves in the Lu Mansion, the yellow leaves with nowhere to return, fiddling with their posture, swayed to Cai Yong's body.

He gently brushed aside the fallen leaves on his shoulder, sighed slightly, but he didn't feel sad for a long time, at least he had been floating for a long time, and he had a place to return to his roots.

I don't know if the books and texts written by myself are also sent to their own places like this fallen leaves.

The sound of the piano in my ears is still there, quiet and empty, and it should not disturb His Majesty's study.

Occasionally listening to a few misadjustments, Cai Yong will touch the head of the person who plays the piano, correct it, and teach it.

"Sir, sir!"

Outside the courtyard, at the other end of the inner courtyard, there was a child's shout, which disturbed the quiet piano and made the piano players annoyed and angry.

The little boy hurried to his feet, his clothes were disheveled, and his hands were in a hurry.

The young man gasped and spoke intermittently,

"Sir, forgive me, Yu is late again, blame that crazy Ling'er for causing trouble...

Cai Yong is not like Cai Yan, he will not be angry at Zhang Yu's late arrival, he has long been used to this child who loves to be late, what he said found an excuse, and he listened to it too much, so he almost made it into a book.

He was kind like an old man in the village, raised his hand to Zhang Yu, and spoke, so that Zhang Yu didn't have to say much, just sit down and listen to the piano and practice.

Zhang Yu would not return the salute like an adult human, so he walked to Cai Yong's side with a big grin, sat down, and listened to his teachings quietly, just like a primary school student in later generations.

Summer goes to autumn, Zhang Yu learns the piano, dyes Wenmo, learns from Cai Yong, learns martial arts at dusk, makes swords, learns from Xu Huang, gets together at night, plays with each other, and is a bridesmaid.

Otherwise, it would be a waste of life to wait stupidly for the news of not knowing when to return.

However, Zhang Yu looked forward to the stars, the moon, and occasionally the sun, and when the rice was ripe, and when the autumn wind and leaves fell, he still did not get the response he wanted.

Could it be that the history books are all fake, and the things written by the victors are really unbelievable.

"Xiao Yu, a piano practitioner, you need to be calm, avoid floating and irritable, look at you, it's all out of tune, do it again with the old man!"

Cai Yong's attitude towards Qin is undoubted, and his guidance to Zhang Yu is also unambiguous, pointing to his nose, staring at his eyes, and his tone is tough.

Cai Yan still had the same cold attitude, but watching the annoying little junior brother who robbed her place being reprimanded like this by her father, an unconscious smile quietly clinged to her flawless cheeks.

Zhang Yu didn't dare to refute anything, his young appearance hid a heart that was involved in many miscellaneous matters, and he was indeed too easily distracted.

Play the strings again, and play another song.

The tune is low, the soldiers are tired and the horses are defeated, the siege is hopeless, Chang'an is difficult to break, the strategy is difficult to plan, the west is cool and desolate, and the army has no choice but to retreat, Ma Teng's fifth invasion of Chang'an still ended in failure.

Twist gently, mix in a tune, the cool breeze comes to the letter, from Luoyang, what does it matter if you have a letter, you can't stop the defeated Xiliang, and you can't find the arrogant Chang'an.

The Xiliang military horses that retreated to stability were scattered, like scattered sand, even Ma Teng, who was the general of the lord, left the army and disappeared without a trace, and the uncommanding pawns made people sigh, Li Ru and Xu Rong in Chang'an City were the first time to see such Xiliang soldiers, this time, it was really defeating them.

In the next step, the An army will be armed and then scheming, and Li Ru will count everything in his heart.

In Zhang Yu's chaotic song, the mixed tone only appeared for a moment, and the moment of amazement was hidden in it, and I didn't know where to go.

Fallen Leaves naughtily wanted to play with Zhang Yu and danced to Zhang Yu's piano. Zhang Yu flicked his sleeves, picked out the naughty fallen leaves, pushed the boat down the river, and changed the tone.

The fallen leaves fall down, and the arrows go back and forth.

In the autumn of Hanbei, with a slight cold, with blood, the self-reliant Liaodong Hou Gongsun Du is still doing a tenacious struggle, even if the Han army that came to fight, there are countless heroes, and the white horse is unparalleled, but where will he have a way out, this is the huge price to bear for self-reliance.

Fighting to the death all the way, the white horse was already bright red, and the Han army did not enter an inch of land, but the hero did not know why, he had gone third, Gongsun Du thought that this was an opportunity with him, and fate never gave up on him.

After staying up for a long time, I finally got rid of the three heroes, and if I continue to survive, the whole of Liaodong will be in my bag.

Is this providence!? Perhaps, the Son of Heaven is the sky, and the yellow sky is also the sky.

Looking at the sky outside the pavilion, the autumn is high and crisp, and there are no clouds, Zhang Yu's hand seems to be not on the string, but on the heart and in the sky.

He squandered his sweat and left his own piano sound on Lu Bu's mansion.

Tactfully high and low, rendering the clear sky, caressing the earth.

The sound of the piano in the barracks is a little nondescript, and the piano in the barracks is already very different.

"Changwen, you play the piano well, and you can calm my irritable heart when I am in chaos."

The person who spoke was very angry, it was Cao Cao Cao Mengde who was among the princes of the Eighteenth Road, and now he is pacifying Dongjun.

"The lord praises falsely, Chen Qunzhiqin, compared to everyone in the world, it is still far behind."

The one who played the piano was a weak scholar, sat under it, played music with wine, and replied to Cao Cao.

"Changwen is modest, I have never heard such a wonderful song, there is someone in the world who can play the piano better than you, Cao doesn't believe it."

"The lord has not heard Zuo Zhonglang Cai Yong Cai's piano, it's a pity, this song was composed by him, but a certain only got its sound, did not pass on its spirit, and could not play its rhyme."

"I also heard the name of Cai's family, but after the destruction of Luoyang, there is no name in the world, but it's a pity, if you have the opportunity, you must listen to the most rhyming tune in the big Han."

Drinking one cup after another was not enjoyable, Cao Cao simply lifted the whole pot of wine and drank it all.

The former army of 10,000 horses, attacking the city and fighting, and pacifying the thieves in Dongjun, is like the wine in Cao Cao's hand, all of which are in Cao Cao's hands.

Suddenly, an urgent report came from outside the camp, and the sound of the piano stopped.

"Who is it and what is it that you have reported?"

"My lord! Luoyang sent another letter, asking the lord to look at it. ”

The person who came to report immediately presented the letter, handed it to Cao Cao, and bowed and retired.

Cao Cao's face was a little rosy, and he patiently read the letter in his hand like a baby.

He laughed loudly, then threw it into the fire, and burned it to the ground.

"Xiao Yu, you played the wrong game again! Do it all over again! ”

Zhang Yu sighed slightly, then it will never be once, at this time, only music can soothe his restless and restless heart.

Xiao Ling'er is still practicing martial arts hard, Liu Xie is also slowly growing up under the teaching of Chen Gong, Lu Bu is still drinking and practicing soldiers outside the city, Zhang Liao and others are also busy with their own affairs, and the Eighth Route Army of the Yellow Turban is getting bigger and bigger, so big that it bends the ears of wheat in the field.

In Luoyang City, there are countless beating hearts, young, fragile, uneasy, conspiratorial, strategic, and expectant.

Hundreds of different emotions, more than 1,000 different mentalities, and 200,000 different people make up this autumn Luoyang.

This is a suffocating Luoyang.