The gentleman in brown saw the thin girl in front of him suddenly pull the bow of the six stones.

Mr. Brown was dumbfounded,

"You... How can you pull this bow? ”

Wen Guqi said lightly,

"Can't this bow work?"

Mr. Brown swallowed a mouthful of saliva,

"It's not."

When Wen Guqi heard this, he turned around and continued to hold his bow and arrows, without making any more movements.

Mr. Brown watched him effortlessly pull the six-stone bow, and he was a little shocked.

Because the Jokhang experienced a period of extreme poverty, in order not to appear weaker than other countries, attracting other countries to take the opportunity to invade, all the measurements are only less than half of the previous dynasty, that is to say, maybe a stone of the previous dynasty will be three or four stones in the Jokhang now, and a stone of the heavy dynasty will even be nearly ten times that of the Jokhang stone.

However, this does not mean that the bow of the six stones is easy to pull.

Those female students who had just come couldn't even pull a bow with a stone.

It took two or three years to barely pull a two-stone bow, and there are still people who use a one-stone bow to fill the number.

And this schoolgirl, she can even pull a bow with six stones?

Wen Guqi took the feather arrow and pulled the bow away.

He didn't use brute force, but found that the direction of the bow was very concentrated, although it was very stiff when it was pulled, but because of the special wood, as long as it was forced in one direction, it was easy to pull away, which might affect the direction of the arrow.

It's just that even if he has the know-how, with Jiang Ruofu's physique, it is already the limit to be able to pull the bow of these six stones.

Presumably, no one has discovered the wonder of this bow yet, so many people in the school are reluctant to use this bow, feeling stiff and difficult to pull.

He let go of his hand, and the arrow flew off the string.

"Wow" slammed into the wooden target.

The silver head was halfway in and stood firmly on it, while the tail feathers were still trembling slightly.

Mr. Brown was already shocked and speechless.

He glanced at Wen Guqi from top to bottom, how did such a thin female student pull the six-stone bow apart.

Mr. Brown pinched a handful of sweat,

"Have you practiced before?"

Without waiting for Wen Guqi to answer, he said,

"Have you ever tried to pull out Eight Stones' bow?"

Wen Guqi shook his head,

"How can a woman pull an eight-stone bow?"

With Jiang Ruofu's physique, if he didn't have this know-how, it must be a little difficult to pull a one-stone bow, and it was completely opportunistic to pull the six-stone bow, and the eight-stone bow was simply wishful thinking.

Mr. Brown took out a cloth towel and wiped his sweat, calming down a little.

He deliberately brought this student before, because he felt that this student had just come and had never taken riding and archery lessons, so it must be very difficult to get started, and it would definitely be better to have someone to strap it from the head.

It's just that I didn't expect this new student to be so surprising.

Not to mention being able to pull a bow with six stones, this accuracy is also very surprising.

Mr. Brown looked at the feather arrows on the red heart of the wooden target, and felt more and more redundant, and he said with a smile,

"Since you've already practiced, you don't think you need me to bring it, you can practice it yourself."

Wen Guqi arched his hand,

"Sir, walk slowly."

Mr. Brown nodded.

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Chen's Palace.

Jiang Ruofu got up before dawn, and before he opened his eyes, he touched the book next to the bed.

When he touched it, he saw that it was a military book, and Jiang Ruofu was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

Oh, she's in King Chen's Mansion.

Jiang Ruofu put the book down and rubbed his eyes.

Seeing Jiang Ruofu sitting up, someone immediately stepped forward to change her clothes.

Jiang Ruofu was confused and recalled what he learned yesterday.

But she suddenly realized that she was afraid that she would not be able to attend class today, and it was Shizi who taught for her.

She recalled the course schedule,

Today should be reading books, riding archery, and chess.

Fortunately, there are no female students.

Jiang Ruofu is relieved, these sons should be fine.

The most recent girls' class is still three days away, as long as she can go back soon, there is no big problem.

It's just that the flower banquet is tomorrow, but it's difficult.

I don't know if the prince is willing to participate in this flower banquet.

Jiang Ruofu was rummaging in the study after washing, Song Juan followed behind her, seeing that Jiang Ruofu was a little anxious, Song Juan couldn't help asking,

"Lord Shizi, what are you looking for?"

Jiang Ruofu continued to rummage, concise and to the point,

"Find a book."

Song scroll respectfully said,

"Why don't you say the title of the book and let the little guys find it for you, I'm afraid it will take you a long time to find it."

Jiang Ruofu's movements of flipping through the bookshelf were a little frozen, her expression was gloomy, and she was silent for a moment before saying,

"The Legend of the Daughters"

Song scroll suspected that he had misheard, and pricked up his ears,

"Can you say that again?"

Jiang Ruofu was silent for a while, but he still said firmly,

"The Legend of the Daughters"

The reason why the ode scroll is called the ode scroll is because it is Wen Guqi's companion reading, he is more like a scholar than a servant, the books that should be read, the allusions that should be heard are also known one or two, the ode to the "Biography of the Daughters" is naturally known, and the Biography of the Daughters is widely spread, there are almost no girls in Dazhao who have not heard the stories in the Biography of the Daughters, which can be regarded as a classic with great influence.

But his family background doesn't seem to be within the scope of "The Legend of the Daughters", right?

Jiang Ruofu coughed and pulled back the thoughts of Song Scroll,

"Didn't you?"

The song scroll hurriedly answered,

"I can't find this book in my study. It's just that if you talk to the princess, it's possible to find it. ”

Jiang Ruofu hurriedly stopped,

"You don't have to ask the princess."

"I'm just talking about it."

Jiang Ruofu casually pulled out the "Book of Shang" on the bookshelf, and raised the book,

"I'm here to find this book, and 'The Legend of the Daughters' is just a casual mention."

Song Juan naturally believed it, after all, there was really no need for his family to read "The Biography of the Daughters", and it was normal to come to "Shangshu".

Jiang Ruofu was a little embarrassed, so he had to go back with the "Book of Shang".

After watching it for an hour or two, I don't know how much I remember, but I benefited a lot.

It is no wonder that the Book of Shang is the book of antiquity, the Five Classics of Confucianism.

There are also Wen Guqi's notes and notes on it, which are not very neat, but the words are very good-looking, but they are not in a row but have a unique flavor, like those steles and stone inscriptions that are deliberately written, not neat, only in the body shape freehand.

She admires the words of the son, sometimes writing a book and sometimes grass, the artistic conception is majestic, the pen is a dragon and a snake, the attitude is romantic, there is no sense of pretentiousness, as if she was born to write such a good word.

Jiang Ruofu unconsciously pressed his fingertips against the page and slowly followed his strokes.

Shizi felt that her handwriting was too ugly and would be exposed, and she also took a copy of Yin Bei for her to practice, but she didn't like Yin Bei.

Later, it was gone, and Shizi didn't mind very much, and never mentioned asking her to practice calligraphy.

But every time she sees Shizi's words, she can't help but yearn for it, if only she could write such a good word.

Jiang Ruofu's three words, if only they could be majestic from her own pen.

Jiang Ruofu took a piece of rice paper, and slowly traced the strokes of Wen Guqi's previous handwriting, ticking and skimming are all flamboyant and free, and some individual places are obviously not in line with the structure and size of the character, but it looks so good when written.

Instead, it has become the style of the son.

At a glance, you can tell that it was written by the son.

Jiang Ruofu wrote for a long time, and suddenly his arm was a little sore.

Wen Guliang got out of school, came over with the piano that Jiang Ruofu gave him before, and was excited to play the tune he learned today for Jiang Ruofu.

Wen Guliang set up the piano, and the song scroll was already very adaptable, and Wen Guliang ran to Wen Guqi's courtyard every three or five hours.

Before, I calculated that it was time for Wen Guliang to get out of school, and I prepared snacks and tea that Wen Guliang liked early.

Wen Guliang plucked the piano, and when the first few clear piano notes came out, Jiang Ruofu blurted out,

"Simu Xin marries Wang Qu?"

Wen Guliang said happily,

"Big brother has heard of it?"

"Mr. said that this piece is very obscure, and it is also very difficult to learn, and it is still incomplete, and there are mistakes and omissions, and few people have made great efforts to learn it, and I only learned a very small section and it took me three days to try to see if I could play it."

"I thought that the eldest brother should not have heard of it, even if there was something wrong, it would not be heard all at once, but I didn't expect the eldest brother to hear it, this time it is going to make me ugly, and the wrong place needs to be corrected by the eldest brother."

Jiang Ruofu nodded,

This tune is all too familiar to her.

Simu Xin married Wang Qu.

It's a song that says women are good.

She revered women, so naturally she already knew the piece by heart, and even tried to fill in the missing sheet music herself.

Xin is the temple number of the woman's good, and the mother is the wife of the emperor of the Shang Dynasty, and the mother Xin refers to the woman's good.

But in this Simu Xin's marriage to Wang Qu, the king married by Simu Xin is not the husband of the good husband Shang Wang Wuding.

Rather, it is a number of virtuous kings who died long before the woman's wife.

Wu Ding, the husband of the woman, was afraid that the woman would not have a good life without his care under the Yellow Spring, so he held a sacrifice **, married the woman to the virtuous kings who were famous in history in the past, and asked those virtuous kings to take care of the women.

In Wu Ding's life, there were more than 60 women recorded, but since the death of his wife, he has never made a queen.

Si Mu Wu, Si Mu Yu was also the queen of Wu Ding before she was a good woman, but she had never been treated like this by Wu Ding.

After the death of the woman, Wu Ding prayed and divined several times to ask the heavenly woman about the situation after her death, what the woman would be in the afterlife, and even married the woman to several virtuous kings who had long since died.

It's just to ask God to bless the woman so that she can still live well after death.

Such an affectionate background makes this ancient song even more tragic.

The rhyme seems to be never-ending, like the whimpering sound of a person, intermittent, like the roar of the wind through the mountain hole, and like the hoarse prayer of despair and bitter crying.

When she listened to her aunt play for the first time, Jiang Ruofu felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

The destruction of the withering and decaying makes the heart and lungs go up in smoke.

You may even find this song ugly and abrasive to the ears.

Later, she seemed to be able to understand the meaning of this song slowly, although the song did not fill in the lyrics, and there were no poignant words like those mournful and complaining Yuefu, but it was even more worrying.

Listening to this song, she seemed to be able to see the emperor who had unified the surrounding Fang Kingdom kneeling and chanting under the altar, the colorful flags were waving in the wind, the witch bells were ringing, and there were slaves on both sides holding wooden sticks with runes on the ground, and the great Wu Qing had words in his mouth, and his fingertips were pointed on the forehead of the Shang king Wu Ding, who wore sacrificial clothes and married his wife to the former king, solemnly and painfully.

Everyone shouted Si Mu in business language, telling her to come quickly and enter the battle quickly.

Lead her around the witch bell, tattoo into the charm, put it together with the totem of the virtuous king, and burn it on the ground, and go high with the wind.

Wu Ding wants her to come quickly, see each other again, marry someone else, and be in peace after death.

Hearing the whimpering and chanting of the crowd, marry the virtuous king in the noisy grandeur.

This song is the most painful and happiest song Jiang Ruofu has ever heard.

Wu Ding was in pain, and the woman was good to leave.

It's easy for her to be taken care of in the future.

It's a pity that there is only half of the song, and the remaining half has long been lost in the long years, and there is no trace of it.

I don't know if it's joy or sorrow, sadness or fear.

Wen Guliang was a little apprehensive, and went to pluck the strings.

The oppressive and heavy sound of the piano sounded in the room, a little jerky, but it was not missed.

The imagination and memories of this piece came back to me.

Jiang Ruofu's face was heavy when he heard this, and he was worried.

Wen Guliang stopped after playing a few words, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Jiang Ruofu was suddenly pulled out of the immersive world.

She raised her eyes to look at Wen Guliang, and Wen Guliang said uneasily,

"Big brother, did I make a mistake?"

Jiang Ruofu said slowly,

"Bounce well."

"But what do you think should be the emotion in this song?"

Wen Guliang thought for a while, and said tentatively,

"Sad?"

Jiang Ruofu asked,

"What sorrow?"

Wen Guliang's hand was on the piano, and he thought for a long time,

"Simu Xin is married to Wang who she doesn't like, so sad?"

Jiang Ruofu got up and walked to Wen Guliang's side, took his piano score, and raised his hand to play the part he had played before.

Jiang Ruofu's ten fingers plucked on the strings, smooth, and his left hand went up and down, advancing and retreating freely.

Wen Guliang watched Jiang Ruofu's hand flying on the piano, as if he saw white clouds and cranes shuttling through the pine forest.

With a void, Jiang Ruofu's thumb suddenly buckled on the strings, and the crisp sound of the knuckles buckled on the xylophone suddenly made people sober.

Wen Guliang woke up from the song, but it was still difficult to get rid of it.

The sound of the harp was mournful, as if a wolf was roaring on a cliff, chasing something, calling something.

Jiang Ruofu raised his eyes to look at Wen Guliang,

"What kind of sadness do you think this is now?"

The aftermath still seems to linger, and the reverberation is still in the ears.

The sound of the harp was like a wailing and wailing, piercing people's eardrums.

Even in the academy, Mr. couldn't pop this feeling.

It's obviously the same music, but what comes out of the eldest brother's fingers is a picture.

He heard the occasional crunch in the heavy sound, as pleasant as a bell, but with great regularity, a wail of a corresponding duration.

Mr. Gakudo did not emphasize this crisp bell sound when he played, but plucked it casually and blended it with the other notes in harmony.

The gentleman dialed the tone of the piano very lightly, for fear that it would be disobedient and unable to blend into the pathetic sound of the piano to form a sense of sadness.

But the eldest brother didn't, he just highlighted this discordant voice, and it rang like a bell.

It is more and more frightening and abrupt in the mournful music, but it just forms a group of pictures, as if you can see the people kneeling and crying, someone is standing with an ancient bell ringing, and every time it passes, it makes the picture more than a general pathos.

Rather, it can make people feel as if it is a sacrifice, the national teacher rings the bell, the slave cries, and something is being called.

The bell rang crisply, but it was very serious.

Jiang Ruofu still raised his eyes,

"Is it conclusive?"

Wen Gu's conscience is empty,

"It's... The queen died, and the gods summoned the sacrifice. ”

"This song is not about good women, but about the king of Shang."

Wen Guliang said uncertainly,

"The sorrow in this is the sorrow of the Shang King."

Wen Guliang was still apprehensive after speaking, until he saw Jiang Ruofu smile with relief.