On this day, the three sisters and brothers ate, drank, laughed and talked, and had a very relaxed and happy time.

A few days later, he went to the county lord's mansion to ask for peace, and Zheng Lingyi also told the county lord that Zheng Qijun wanted to learn martial arts.

Thinking that it was too late for Zheng Qijun to learn children's skills at this age, it was not bad to learn a few tricks of self-defense, and Zheng Qijun repeatedly promised that he would never fight and make trouble, so the county lord also agreed, as a child to learn a new thing.

Moreover, every time she saw Wu punished, she felt that the yin qi on his body had faded a little, and he looked more and more magnificent.

The county lord was a little puzzled, but he felt that it was a good thing after all, and he also thought that Zheng Qijun could be somewhat tainted with some masculinity.

Qiu Li said with a smile after hearing the county lord's confusion, "This is probably the benefit of getting married." ”

After that, Wu Punishment agreed with Zheng Qijun that every day when Wu Punishment rested, Zheng Qijun would come to Wu's house to learn kung fu from Wu Punishment.

When Zheng Qijun came back to Wu's house for the first time, Zheng Lingyi also prepared a meeting gift for him to General Wu, but he didn't expect him to be obedient, he was already ready, and the gift was a sandalwood flute.

"This, you send the flute?" Zheng Lingyi was a little confused, stroked this flute with a heavy texture, and said uncertainly: "I just want my father-in-law to learn to play at this age. Flute, should also send the bamboo flute as well, although the bamboo flute is not valuable, but it is more suitable for beginners, right? ”

Zheng Qijun said with a smile: "My sister is Bai Xiaosheng, and she knows a little bit about everything, but I heard my uncle say that General Wu can blow. Flute, this flute is what he suggested I prepared. ”

Qiu Li was also at home, and although he had no contact with General Wu in Su Rili, he was an old man after all, and it was not surprising that he knew some things that his juniors didn't know.

Wu Zhi walked out of the side pavilion with wet hair, and was stunned when he saw the black flute in the brocade red box, but he didn't say anything.

Zheng Lingyi turned his back to him, didn't notice that there was a moment of blankness on his face, and when he turned around and took a dry handkerchief and handed it to him, Wu Xian looked calm again.

Zheng Lingyi said to Zheng Qijun: "Then let's go to the Southern Courtyard to greet the old general first." ”

Wu Zhi sat on the chair without moving, his face was calm, Zheng Lingyi knew that he was not going, so he took his younger brother away.

The door was not closed, and the wind that was neither hot nor cool poured in from the courtyard, and Wu Zhi rubbed his hair rudely with a handkerchief, looking a little irritable.

His wet hair was wiped messily by him, and he was supported by a handful of east and west, which made him a little rare childish.

Zheng Lingyi didn't know that Wu Zhi was unhappy in the quiet residence alone, but he felt that General Wu's expression was a little strange when he saw the flute.

He looked at the flute, as if he wasn't looking, his eyes seemed to penetrate something, and he didn't know which speck of dust it had fallen on.

"You, don't you know how to blow? But I heard my uncle say, you do. Zheng Qijun and Zheng Lingyi glanced at each other, but they couldn't figure out the situation.

"I will."

Old General Wu came back to his senses, smiled kindly at Zheng Qijun, reached out and took the flute out of the box, put it on his hand and shook it.

"The wooden flute is rare, and its voice is deep and low, more like the sound of a flute."

As General Wu spoke, he blew the wooden flute to his lips, and his low and simple voice seemed to come from the distant past, with a faint sorrow and strong emotion, wrapped around his body.

Old General Wu played a whole tune, a tune that neither Zheng Lingyi nor Zheng Qijun had ever heard.

Zheng Lingyi almost burst into tears when she heard this, and when she looked at General Wu, she did shed a tear uncontrollably.

"I don't know what's going on." Zheng Lingyi wiped away his tears and said, "What kind of song is this blowing by my father-in-law, such a touching heart." ”

Zheng Qijun has also heard a lot of musicians playing, but he has never heard this song, he hurriedly said: "Yes, this song is really good, if my uncle hears it, he will definitely copy it." ”

Old General Wu seemed to be still in the mood of the flute, looking at Zheng Qijun's lively expression, then he showed a faint smile, and said: "It's a piece of music that I played indiscriminately, and it's not worth mentioning." ”

It was actually a song made by General Wu himself, which surprised Zheng Lingyi even more.

General Wu took a closer look at the wooden flute and said, "Compared with the bamboo flute, such an almost Xiao-like tone is more in line with my age, I like it very much." ”

The last four words, he looked at Zheng Qijun and said.

Zheng Qijun scratched his head a little embarrassed, and said: "It's good if you like it, I didn't give it for nothing, it can be regarded as a bundle for the Wu family's kung fu." ”

Zheng Qijun spoke heartily and cutely, which made General Wu smile again, he thought for a while, and said, "You wait a minute." ”

After that, he went back to the room in person and took a short sword and gave it to Zheng Qijun.

"This sword is not long, it is easy to hide. Now you have to learn kung fu from the third child, but don't learn a trick and a half and feel that your chest is full of vindictiveness, but if you can't beat it, it's still the best policy. But if you encounter a more serious trouble, you can use this short sword to win by surprise. ”

Old General Wu taught earnestly, Zheng Lingyi hurriedly glanced at Zheng Qijun and motioned him to listen carefully.

Zheng Qijun took the short sword, and he didn't know how to hold it, so he could only hold it with both hands, like holding an incense case.

Old General Wu asked him to laugh again, and said, "Okay, I won't ask you young people to accompany me, an old man, go back." ”

Zheng Qijun took the short sword and bowed awkwardly, and then returned to the quiet residence with Zheng Lingyi.

Along the way, Zheng Lingyi didn't talk much, Zheng Qijun held the sword and said to her, "What is my sister thinking?" ”

Zheng Lingyi smiled and shook his head, "It's just that I listened to my father-in-law blow today. Flute, I feel the beauty of music, thinking that my talent is shallow, neither the piano nor the flute, the green beads can pick up a bamboo leaf and play it with my lips, but I don't know anything, some regrets. ”

Zheng Qijun knew that Zheng Lingyi had no chance to learn these elegant things when he was a child, and he was chased by the county lord since he was a child and asked him to learn, but he had no talent and no perseverance, and he only learned a little bit of everything, only the flute was still good at playing, but he listened to the song of the old general Wu, and he didn't dare to say that he could teach Zheng Lingyi, so he said: "Sister can let the old general teach you to blow. Flute. ”

Zheng Lingyi was stunned and reprimanded in a low voice: "How can this be? ”

Zheng Qijun realized it later, thinking that although General Wu was an elder, he was a man after all. The flute will not have any physical contact but blow. The flute also pays attention to fingering, it is difficult to say clearly, it is inevitable to stretch out your hand to point, even if the two are innocent, if you ask others to say something more, wouldn't it be wronged!

As they spoke, the two of them had already entered the main room.

Zheng Qijun knew that he was speechless, and in order to make Zheng Lingyi happy, he shouted, "Then I'll teach my sister!" ”

Zheng Lingyi smiled silently, Wu Zhizheng tied up his half-dried hair and said to him, "What to teach?" ”

Zheng Lingyi walked behind him, helped him tie his hair, and said with a smile: "You said you want to teach me the flute!" ”

Wu Zhi's hair was picked up by Zheng Lingyi's hand, he slowly put down his hand, his eyes were lost for a moment, and he said lightly: "How do you want to learn this?" ”

Zheng Lingyi's slender white fingers shuttled through his black hair, and she said: "I just heard my father-in-law play a song, I think it's very good, but the wooden flute used has a very low timbre, and the bamboo flute should be lighter and more ethereal, right?" ”

Wu Zhi mumbled a 'hmm', and after feeling that his hair was tied, he turned his head and said, "I can teach you." ”

Half of the hair in his hand brushed from his palm, Zheng Lingyi blinked, and said, "You can blow. Flute? Why have I never heard you blow it? ”

"Busy, no leisure." Wu Zhi said simply, stood up and beckoned to Zheng Qijun.

Zheng Qijun was lying on the table, looking at the scene of his sister and brother-in-law, Luanfeng and Ming, and when he saw Wu Punishment greeting him, he immediately went out excitedly and a little nervously.

Zheng Lingyi watched the two of them go out, frowning almost invisibly.

The two of them only practiced for an afternoon, and Zheng Qijun felt that his hands and feet were not his own, and Wu Zhi also looked at Zheng Qijun who was lying motionless in the carriage and said: "I can't stand it like this, and tomorrow will be even more sore." I'm also off tomorrow, you still need to come, if not, you don't have to come in the future. ”

"Who says I can't?!" Zheng Qijun's repeated shouts left with the carriage that was getting farther and farther away.

Zheng Lingyi chuckled lightly and said, "It's quite a bit backbone." ”

Wu Zhizhi said: "Look at the long hands and long legs, but it is not a good material for practicing martial arts, but it is always possible to learn some self-defense techniques." ”

This doesn't have to be so clear to Zheng Qijun, just follow Wu to practice.

It was night, and there was an intermittent flute sound in the quiet house, and there was no sound, accompanied by the sound of the wind blowing the leaves and swishing, and some mad people.

Mrs. Yin confirmed to Pei'er again and again, saying that Zheng Ling intended to learn to blow. Dizi, then I was relieved to go to the vigil.

The not-so-beautiful flute sounded for almost an hour, and then the sound stopped

Pei'er couldn't believe it, but she felt that her ears were still full of flutes.

"It's hard." Zheng Lingyi was a little discouraged and lay on the bed, but he still held the flute in his hand and didn't let go.

"It's hard at the beginning." Seeing that she didn't blow it, Wu Zhi reached out and took an idle book and continued to read.

Zheng Lingyi looked at the bamboo flute in her hand, although Wu Zhi said that it was an old thing he had used, but there were no joints in the whole body, and there was no crack, she muttered: "You are so well kept in the warehouse." ”

"The box is specially made, and as long as the flute is placed there, it will not be damaged wherever it rests." Wu Zhi looked away from the page and looked at the flute in Zheng Lingyi's hand.

"It's my father-in-law who taught you to blow. Flute? Zheng Lingyi got into Wu Xuan's arms from under his arm and said.

The subtle change in the expression on Wu Zhi's face made her see it clearly, his eyes darkened, and he said, "It's a mother's teaching, and he is also a mother's teaching." ”

As soon as these words came out, all the doubts that lingered in Zheng Lingyi's heart were explained.

"Mother must be blowing. The master of the flute. Zheng Lingyi pretended to be relaxed.

Xu is recollection of the past, a very faint smile appeared on Wu Zhi's face, he nodded, and said, "She blows. Flute, night cats don't bark anymore. ”