Confucianism has six arts: etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics. For Xiaohan, she is actually familiar with these things, but it is also difficult to show that she is not very good.

In the past six months in Xiaoshengxian Village, Xiaohan has a better understanding of the expertise of the three masters. She never thought that it was Fu Nian who taught her the rhythm, and Zhang Liang who taught her swordsmanship. In addition, Yan Lu is the most normal one, and he is good at etiquette, imperial arts, and calligraphy.

Xiao Han put most of his mind on Fu Nian, feeling the temperament of this strict person of the Qi royal family.

The so-called 'music is born from the heart', from the guqin played by Fu Nian, Xiao Han heard a faint sadness and helplessness under the calm cover.

"Zihan." Fu Nian called her.

"Master." Xiao Han came back to his senses from the music and stood up to reply. The rest of the disciples all looked at Xiao Han and Fu Nian.

"What did you hear from this music?"

Fu Nian's bright eyes looked at Xiao Han seriously, waiting for her to reply.

"Forced surrender, wailing in the midst of calm."

There was silence, and then..."hahaha. Except for Zi Yao, the rest of the disciples burst out laughing.

"It turns out that Zihan doesn't understand music so much," one of the disciples spoke, "Shizun obviously played a song of prosperous civilians living and working in peace and contentment, how could it be your so-called lamentation?" ”

A few more disciples beside him laughed in agreement.

"Quiet," Fu Nian said, then turned to Xiao Han, "Zi Han, then you can play a song of prosperity." ”

"Master, forgive the disciple for not being able to do it." Xiaohan refused.

Fu Nian frowned, looked at her and asked, "Why is that?" ”

"Now that Qin has merged with the world, the wars are raging, and the lives of the people of Li are devastated, how can we compose a song of prosperity?"

The piano hall was so silent that you could hear the wind.

"There is no political affairs in the Little Sage Village..."

"Master, what a scholar learns is to assist the government, how can he ignore political affairs?" Xiaohan said.

Fu Nian didn't speak, but Xiao Han found that he was slowly clenching his palms, so he didn't dare to say anything more.

At this time, Zi Yao opened his mouth: "If what Shizun played just now is really a song of prosperity, then for Qi Guo, it can only be a dream." ”

"Zi Yao..."Xiao Han turned her head to remind her.

With a "snap", Fu Nian slapped his palm on the guqin, and the strings broke immediately.

"Zi Yao! Get out and stand for penalties! Think carefully about what you said, what's wrong! ”

Zi Yao got up casually and walked outside the piano hall.

"Master, don't be angry." Xiao Han opened his mouth to persuade Fu Nian.

"You go too." Fu Nian pointed to the door.

"Yes." Xiao Han went out, looked back at Fu Nian for a while, and then stood side by side with Zi Yao, neither of them spoke.

Subsequently, all kinds of songs of prosperity sounded in the piano hall. The music is good, but it's only for the kings who need praise. Xiao Han suddenly remembered what Xunzi said to her that day. "What kind of rhythm do their disciples study every day, and the music they play is just..."

Master, why do you suppress your inner feelings like this?

At noon, the punishment station ended, Xiao Han stretched his waist and met Zhang Liang who was in a hurry.

"Third Master...""Zihan." The two exited at the same time commensurately.

"Zihan, I have something to do with you." Zhang Liang said.

"Hmm." Xiao Han followed Zhang Liang to leave, and the rest of Ziyao went exactly the opposite way from the other direction.

"Did you make Senior Brother angry?" Zhang Liang asked Xiaohan.

"Hmm." Xiao Han didn't want to say more.

"Although the senior brother says that he doesn't care about political affairs, he will always care about national affairs." Zhang Liang smiled and looked at Xiaohan who was unhappy and said.

"Hmm," Xiao Han didn't want to talk about it anymore, she asked Zhang Liang, "Third Master, what are you looking for me?" ”

"Your Excellency Dongjun," Zhang Liang lowered his voice, "I want you to use the Yin and Yang Technique to help me solve a mystery." ”

"What mystery?"

"You'll know when you arrive." Zhang Liang smiled.

At night, Xiao Han, who returned to the Little Sage Village, went to the library to copy books as usual, some of them were too late, and the rest of the disciples went back to rest.

In the library building, Xiaohan found the most suitable position, sat down, and copied. She was sleepy for a while, she hadn't used the Yin and Yang technique for a long time, and it was too laborious for Zhang Liang to ask her to solve the mystery.

She wanted to take a break and get up again to copy. She fell asleep on the table and did not wake up until the candle was extinguished.

"Your Excellency Dongjun......" someone whispered in her ear.

Xiao Han immediately opened her eyes, there was a flame in her hand, she looked around with the flame in her hand, and found no one. She remembered the voice, it was a woman's voice.

Is it Ziyao? Xiao Han was very confused.

She looked sideways over her body and saw that she was wearing the same robe that Fu Nian often wore.

Shizun has also been here.

Xiao Han collected the flame in his hand, put on Fu Nian's robe, and walked towards the outside of the library pavilion.

Early in the morning, on the archery range, Xiaohan saw Fu Nian again. She handed him the neatly folded robes in her hand.

"Thank you, Master."

"Don't be so late." Fu Nian replied normally.

"Yes."

Archery requires calmness and concentration. Today's Xiaohan didn't rest well yesterday, and his mind was still full of the strange female voice from last night. Her bow was a little unsteady and unevenly forced, and she didn't even hit the target with a few arrows.

She felt Fu Nian looking at her from behind, but she was even more panicked in her heart. I shot a few more arrows and still didn't hit. Xiao Han began to sweat.

Her arms were clenched by a pair of large, powerful hands, and Fu Nian approached her, straightening her posture and straightening her bow. His breath blew right behind Xiao Han's ears, and a tingling sensation spread throughout Xiao Han's body.

"Keep your hands steady and your heart quiet." He whispered in her ear. Xiao Han nodded.

Shoot the arrow, hit the bull's-eye.

Fu Nian let go of Xiao Han, and the hot feeling around him disappeared all of a sudden, and Xiao Han felt that the roots of his ears were hot.

Then draw the arrow, shoot the arrow, and the arrow is in the middle.

Fu Nian turned and walked towards his original position, reaching out to wipe a drop of sweat from his forehead.

"Senior brother," Yan Lu's voice came from a distance, Xiao Han couldn't help but look back at him, and found that Yan Lu was secretly smiling over there.

Fu Nian regained his calmness and became serious.

"What's the matter?" He asked Yan Lu.

"Uncle Shi is looking for you."

After finishing speaking, his gaze fell on Xiao Han's back.

Xiao Han's dark black eyes became deeper.