Sun Ce has been tired of studying for a long time.

Not out of his own inertia, this high-spirited young man is full of inexhaustible vitality, and he is full of irrevocable energy every day and night. He was at the age when he wanted to explore the world at the most. Whether it is the unpredictable art of war in ancient books or the ordinary plants and trees in Jiangdong, for him, they are all magnificent existences that are enough to make his eyes shine. On weekdays, Sun Ce always holds the military book and reads it carefully, or grabs the edge of the bonsai in the backyard and stares intently, his clear eyes are as bright as stars. Therefore, if you want him to give up his academic thinking and instinctive curiosity, he has to do something doubly boring to get rid of this sharpness.

He went to a private school that survived in this troubled world. One gentleman took in only a few students, opened a study hall at home, and had to walk miles to school on weekdays. However, Sun Ce didn't mind that. After moving to Shu County, he had his own friends, and he was also the so-called general friend. Although the young man's family is spacious, the spacious but boring soft sedan car is no match for the children walking all the way and laughing all the way. Therefore, the two always go to school together, laugh loudly in the face of peach blossoms and spring breeze, and pick up stones to stir up ripples when they walk to the water's edge, allowing the arrows and firelight to swallow every corner outside the boy's world.

Sun Ce, who should have been very carefree, suddenly had troubles, and no one else could think of the reason.

However, his troubles are known to his classmate Zhou Yu, who goes to and from school with him.

Even if Sun Ce didn't say it, Zhou Yu could read the three points of resistance from his eyebrows. Sun Ce, who had never been so worried before, has been always holding his cheeks to his attention recently, facing the lattice window in the clear daytime, looking at the distant mountain birds that were cut apart by the wood carvings on the window without focus, and he didn't even listen to Zhou Yu's piano very much.

The reason for all this change may have to start from the recent past.

At that time, it was a spring day when the grass grew and the warbler flew, and the peach blossoms burned all over the Lujiang River like a cluster of concubine-colored flames, and the moist and warm air rubbed the yellow orioles to cry happily. There are soft willow catkins flying in the wind, occasionally brushing the faces of pedestrians to teach people to be cozy all day long, no wonder there are always people in the season who are sleepy. On that day, Sun Ce got up late, so he sent Zhou Yu, who was looking for him, to go to his husband's house alone, and he came later. Zhou Yu didn't complain, only smiled and narrowed his good-looking eyes, folded the willow branches in front of Sun Ce's door, and walked leisurely in the direction of Mr. Residence.

When he reached the last fork, he saw that he was going to the place where he used to study, but Zhou Yu suddenly felt an ethereal sound breaking into his ears, clear like a broken white bib, and as shocking as a mountain collapse; But it is more like when the ice and snow break at the beginning of a year, the morning dew melted by the warm sun falls on the tender grass blades, and the sound of trampling quietly blooms from the heaven and earth.

Although Zhou Yu is young, he has already played the piano well, but everyone who has heard his piano sound praises him as an excellent genius pianist in Jiangdong. And the sound of the piano that he heard, if you talk about the experience of the rhythm, the skill of the person who touches the qin is slightly higher than him; And when it comes to the control of strength, he can raise his head and declare that he is more refined—although the sound of the piano that comes from the courtyard wall is transparent and clear, it still lacks a bit of the power of stroking the piano, and it is white and slightly flawed after all. However, if the person who stroked the qin was a teenager commensurate with Zhou Yu's age, he would also have a lot of interest in getting acquainted.

Zhou Yu, who was thinking like this, couldn't help but stop, leaned against the wall and listened carefully, carefully judged the direction of the piano sound with both ears, and then followed the wisps of ethereal piano music, and finally stopped in front of Mr.

"This ......"

The sound of the piano is only one door away from itself. Zhou Yu tilted his head and carefully read the words on the door, and confirmed from the bottom of his heart that this was the teacher's mansion, but he still didn't believe it.

The whole Shu County knows that Sun Ce and Zhou Yu's teachers don't know how to play the piano.

Could it be my wife? No way. My wife was a mediocre and virtuous woman, and she never got involved in elegant things. She doesn't know a few big characters, she can only sew and embroider, marry and teach children, how can she be the master of the piano?

However, apart from him and his wife, there was only a seven-year-old son left in the teacher's family. If this familiar and sophisticated piano music was played by the seven-year-old child, then Zhou Yu jumped into the river in the cold winter and took a dip, and he couldn't stop the idea of apologizing to the master who taught the piano skills in the past.

Who will it be?

With the young man's exuberant curiosity, Zhou Yu knocked on the door of his husband's house.

Just as he knocked on the door for the third time, the sound of the piano in the courtyard stopped abruptly. In the not long waiting time, Zhou Yu had many figures in his mind that matched the sound of the piano: either a young man with a long body and good looks, or an old man with a fairy wind and a wide robe. After a while, the teacher's slightly poor door slowly opened, and a pair of white and slender hands gently pushed the two wooden doors, and the oncoming orchid fragrance suddenly hit Zhou Yu's arms, causing him to be a little dizzy for a while. Zhou Yu steadied his pace, and then he was shocked to realize that a pure figure stood in front of him at some point. And the orchid aroma of the right talent also comes from the person in front of him.

Zhou Yu settled down, and the palm he was holding tightly was already slightly sweaty. Like, too much like that. Whether it is the delicate and slender fingers, the white dress embroidered with crimson flowers only on the cuffs, or the clear and clear eyes, they are like the surface of the lake under the morning glow, like sprinkled gold but pure, how bright and sparkling.

This is exactly the form and spirit that can only be possessed by people who can play such heavenly sounds, and it is as clear as Zhou Yu thought before, just like a vivid person walking in a fuzzy picture scroll called his imagination, it is too similar.

But what Zhou Yu didn't expect, and the only thing he didn't expect, was that this person who stroked the qin was actually a girl of his age.

The girl was not restrained, she only looked at Zhou Yu with a smile, and the corners of her peach blossom-like lips were always hooked. The dense eyelids twitched slightly, cutting out the clouds on the horizon.

"Your Excellency is Zhou Gongzi? Come in, my lord is waiting for you. ”

Before Zhou Yu could retract the look of surprise on her face, she gave him a salute, retreated sideways to the door, and made a "please" gesture with a smile.

Zhou Yu reacted in a trance, and hurriedly bowed back the courtesy: "It's rude, dare to ask Shicai that song "Mountains and Flowing Water" was played by a girl?" ”

Before the plain-clothed woman could reply, a familiar voice came from the house not far away, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"Gong Jin is here? Come on in, you're too late today. ”

Zhou Yu looked up and saw that the teacher was standing at the door of the study, holding the scroll in his hand and shaking it at him. Zhou Yu answered, and trotted into the study. But she still couldn't help but look back, but the girl kept looking at him and laughing, and her face couldn't help but heat up.

Later, Zhou Yu learned from the teacher that the girl who was playing the qin in the courtyard that day was originally the teacher's niece, and because of Dong Zhuo's rebellion, she moved from Hanoi to Lujiang to join her uncle. This girl has been brilliant since she was a child, not only interested in reading and writing, but also has her own unique views on the art of war. The teacher thought that her niece might be a good person, so she arranged for her to sit in on the audience. On weekdays, when he was teaching Sun Ce and Zhou Yu, she also stood on her side to study carefully. When the teacher said this to Zhou Yu, it was as if he was gossiping, and the girl in plain clothes was also beside her, looking at Zhou Yu and giggling like that day.

"She is a diner in my house, and she is also your junior sister, you and Bo Fu have to be careful in the future, don't let her be bullied."

The teacher said this, but his always serious face was full of love and gentleness for his juniors. The girl standing next to him listened, and her smile was even more flamboyant and good-looking, which made Zhou Yu can't help but curl the corners of her lips.

"Ah Xian, come and see your Senior Brother Zhou Yu again."

"Hey, yes, yes—in Xiahanoi Sima Xian, I've met Senior Brother Zhou Yu."

After a few exchanges, Zhou Yu can be regarded as getting a lot familiar with this junior sister of the same age. He still loves her piano sound, and the two of them will have a conversation when they have time. Zhou Yu also likes Sima Xian's hands when playing the piano, her left hand is suppressed, her right hand is wandering, her white delicate fingers are frustrated in the five strings of the xylophone, and the fingertips are like spring water in the forest, and every contact with the silk strings strikes the sound of the hollow valley. Sima Xian often has the same heart when he strokes the qin, but he always raises his eyes to stare at Zhou Yu sitting opposite him when a song is finished, and then slowly laughs, his transparent eyes with a little cunning and gentleness.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Zhou Yu thought that on the day she first saw him, she also looked at him like this. Seeing that his cheeks were red, he almost ran away.

Sima Xian was still smiling, so laughing that Zhou Yu didn't dare to look directly into her eyes anymore. It was as if it only took one moment for her eyes to sink him in, and he couldn't extricate himself from it.

"Because Senior Brother Yu is good-looking."

"You girl......"

Zhou Yu was choked by her words, but she couldn't have a seizure. met her innocent eyes again, and could only suppress a stomach of shame.

Sima Xian's favorite thing to do is to tease this senior brother, making him blush and thick-necked, but he is helpless to do anything about himself. In her eyes, this kind of Zhou Yu is more cute than the boy who is in the wind in Yushu on weekdays.

But Sun Ce didn't wait to see Sima Xian.

Contrary to Zhou Yu, Sun Ce didn't know anything about the piano, and even found it boring to just listen to the piano and not do anything else. He likes hunting, martial arts, and the art of war, but he doesn't like the piano. In the past, when Zhou Yu played the piano, he only listened absentmindedly, until Zhou Yu angrily plucked a piercing high note, and he came back from his wandering thoughts and hurriedly apologized to Zhou Yu.

And Sun Ce's reason for disliking Sima Xian is also very simple. One is that because she is a woman, Sun Ce doesn't like to read and talk with women - but that's not the point. In the final analysis, since Sima Xian came, Zhou Yu has always played the piano and chatted with her, but he can't intervene between the two of them at all, which makes Sun Ce extremely dissatisfied.

"Gong Jin, what do you say is good about that senior sister. You're tired of her all day long, and you don't hunt with me anymore. ”

Sun Ce propped his head, and his fingertips drew circles on the desk boringly.

Zhou Yu unconsciously stopped writing. The tip of the pen paused for a moment on the rice paper, and a complicated ink knot appeared at the end of a good word.

"Why can't you get along with a girl?" Zhou Yu didn't answer Sun Ce's words directly, only raised his eyes and glared at him, and then crumpled the waste paper into a ball and threw it into Sun Ce's arms.

"Phew, it's not like I can't get along with her." Sun Ce threw away the paper ball, crossed his legs and reclined on the seat and shook leisurely: "It's just a female doll, you can't pick up your shoulders and can't lift your hands, and it's not interesting to play with her at all." ”

Sun Ce was talking to himself, but suddenly as if he remembered something, he suddenly stood up and patted the case, which shocked Zhou Yu's pen tip and almost leaked new ink.

"Oh—I see." He grinned at Zhou Yu maliciously, stepped on the edge of the wooden case with one foot, leaned forward slightly, and made a posture of coercing confession: "Gong Jin, you senior sister of the chord, aren't you...... Well? ～”

Before the words fell, Sun Ce saw that Zhou Yu's originally calm pupils suddenly tightened, and a cold glow flashed from them. What followed was a moment of panic, and a cold touch that tingled his cheeks—

Zhou Yu raised his hand and threw the ink-soaked brush towards Sun Ce's face. Sun Ce couldn't dodge, black ink splashed on his face and collar, and he hurriedly closed his eyes in that moment.

"Zhou Gongjin! You ......"

"Next time you dare to talk nonsense, beware of me poking you blind."

Zhou Yu still spoke in such a quiet tone, but it was somewhat mixed with anger and shame compared to ordinary times. Sun Ce knew that he was boring, so he didn't provoke him anymore, but he was still indignant: "Originally, she was a woman, and she didn't even know the basic three moves and two styles, so what could she play together......"

Phew-

Suddenly, the sound of metal scraping through the air interrupted his speech.

It was in the interval between the words that he spoke, and it was not enough to blink an eye, that an arrow broke through the air not far away, sharp and hard, and let out an inaudible scream. In just an instant, the arrow flew forward against the back of Sun Ce's head, and finally nailed into the wooden carved picture frame on the wall, shooting a piercing sound of blades.

But it's really a wave of unevenness. Sun Cecai survived from Zhou Yu's life-threatening ink blade, but when he encountered such a catastrophe, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back.

Zhou Yu, who witnessed the arrow slicing through the back of Sun Ce's head, was also taken aback. If the trajectory of the arrow deviated slightly by half an inch, Sun Ce Ke would directly splatter blood on the spot and die with a whimper. Who is hiding in the shadows and trying to take Sun Ce's life? Or was the owner of this arrow just a warning to him?

Just as Zhou Yu was still thinking for a moment, Sun Ce, who was straight, had already rushed to the wall and pulled out his arrow. Before he could stop him, he strode out the door with his arrow in hand, looking for the assassin's traces.

However, to Sun Ce and Zhou Yu's surprise, the archer was standing not far from the door, holding a longbow in one hand and an arrow that had just been pulled out of the quiver behind his back in the other.

The one who came was all too familiar. She smiled like a flower, fiddling with the bow in her hand as if she didn't care. is different from the usual plain clothes, she is wearing a hunting suit at the moment, her long soft hair is tied up high, and her lower body is also changed into a short hakama that is easy to move; The rough hemp rope that binds the quiver around the waist tightens the sleeves and ties them around the shoulders, revealing the white and tight arms that flow with a strange sparkle of toughness in the sunlight.

"Sima Xian, what are you doing!"

Seeing that it was the senior sister who studied together every day who attacked him, Sun Ce, who was angry, broke the arrow in his hand into two pieces and threw it at the ground beside him.

Hearing this, Sima Xian slightly restrained the smile on his face. She still maintained the curvature of the corners of her lips, but the smile in her eyes disappeared the previous innocence, but dipped in a new bit of sarcasm. Cruel and cold, with a bloodthirsty and grim light surging from it.

"Of course it is—"

She opened her lips lightly, and the sharp corners of her mouth pierced the gentleness and submissiveness of the past.

"Kill you."