The two of them practiced their own music and did not return home until dusk.

He Yao took the pastry he bought from the street, and rushed to find Yuan Yu, "Little Hou Ye! ”

She pushed open the door, and the young man sat weakly by the window, wearing an azure cloak, looking through the history books in front of the sunset, and the brilliant glow reflected on his pale cheeks, even in his illness.

He's so pretty......

He Yao's voice was much softer, "I went out to play today, and when I came back, I saw a golden hibiscus cake selling on the side of the road, thinking that the little marquis had never tasted Luojing's pastries, so I bought some and brought them to you." ”

"Thank you, little lady." Yuan Yu coughed weakly, "Let you break the bill." ”

He Yao sat opposite him, afraid that he would be lonely and lonely in the house, so he picked something interesting and said to relieve his boredom, "I also met a guy who plays the flute today, you don't know how ugly he plays, like an old woman crying on the grave, and like a crow howling mourning." I've lived fourteen years, and I've never heard such a terrible flute! Fortunately, the person who wants to play with me at the peach blossom banquet is Xiao Hou Ye, not him, otherwise, I will die in shame by throwing myself into the lake! ”

Yuan Yu raised his eyebrows, thinking that it was a coincidence, I also bumped into a little lady today, and she played the pipa in a mess, and she didn't know that she thought she was playing cotton.

He said with a smile: "He Xiaoniangzi is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, although I have never heard of the pipa of the little lady, but it must be like a heavenly sound." ”

"Where, the flute of the little marquis is the sound of heaven!"

The two complimented each other for a moment, and He Yao returned to his boudoir with great satisfaction.

As she walked through the corridor, she blurred her rosy cheeks, her clear apricot eyes glowing with water, like ripples left by a dragonfly's shy skimming across the water.

She jumped up and down, and secretly said that although she was very tired with Xiao Hou Ye at first, but now she is gradually familiar, Xiao Hou Ye is more gentle and amazing than all Xiao Langjun she has ever met, and she is very comfortable to get along with, not to mention, she always praises her, and calls her ashamed......

"Girl."

At the end of the corridor, Chun Nong looked at He Yao worriedly.

He Yao came back to his senses and touched his braid unnaturally, "What's wrong?" ”

Chun Nong reproached: "As soon as the girl comes back, she will visit the little marquis, could it be that she likes him?" The girl has changed now, she used to always mention Wei Jialangjun, but now she never mentions it all day long, but often remembers the little marquis, and specially bought hibiscus cakes to send to him......"

He Yao was speechless for a while.

Chunnong's tone, why does it seem like her red apricot is out of the wall?

She thought about it for a while, and pretended to be sad and said: "I want to be close to Brother Jiuqing, but he always ignores me, and he never says that he loves me or likes me, so it can be seen that he treats me the same as other sisters." Chunnong, I have to listen to him say that he likes me before I believe his heart. ”

Haruno bit her lip in embarrassment, "This ......"

The afterglow of the sunset slipped from the corners of the girl's sleeves.

He Yao smiled slightly in the night and went back to the boudoir alone.

He Yao practiced "Mountains and Flowing Water" for a whole month, and the last time he played it in the attic finally made Mr. Dongguo nod his head with satisfaction.

The old man stroked his beard, "The so-called heaven rewards diligence and diligence can make up for clumsiness, the little lady's hard work has not been in vain, this song "Mountains and Flowing Water" has some ancient meaning. ”

He Yao bent his clear apricot eyes, "Sir, compared to those famous musicians in Luojing City, how do I play?" I can have such achievements at such a young age, is it a rare genius in the world? ”

The corners of Mr. Dongguo's mouth twitched slightly.

I've seen a lively and proud little lady, but she is so proud that this one is still the first one in front of her.

He said with a tiger face: "Proud soldiers will be defeated, whether you play the pipa or behave as a person, you must always maintain a humble attitude." The little lady has no talent in music, and she can play to this extent because of hard work. I hope that the little lady can also be diligent and diligent in other aspects, so that she can have a good future in the future. ”

He Yao argued: "I'm not a lazy person, I'm diligent in gun training, my red tassel gun is very good, even if it's a general in the barracks, he may not be able to pick me!" It's just that Luojing's women are quiet and graceful, even if I have the ability, I don't dare to show off in front of people, otherwise, those little ladies and Xiao Langjun won't dare to get close to me......"

At the end of the words, she hugged the pipa tightly, and her tone involuntarily revealed regret.

Mr. Dong Guo thought for a while and said seriously: "The beauty of the world has never been in more than one form. The flowers in spring are beautiful, but isn't the snow on a winter night also beautiful? It's good to be quiet and graceful, but isn't it another kind of beauty to be brave and good at fighting? Why bother to be imprisoned by the world, life is short for decades, just live yourself. ”

He Yao was stunned.

Don't care about other people's eyes and comments?

Give up the so-called lady of the high door and be your original self?

But that kind of self, I don't like dancing and writing, I only love dancing knives and guns, and I shout and kill like that, I will really be popular with the little ladies, will Xiao Langjun really like it?

Mr. Dongguo waved his hand, "I have taught everything that the old man can teach you, you can go." ”

He Yao watched him start to clean up the piano case, and solemnly made a gesture before saying goodbye and leaving.

Soon after she left, Mr. Dong Guo took the Yuan Delirium flute test again.

"You have anger and murder in your heart, so the tune you blow out is not pure and clean." Mr. Dongguo looked at the young man's eyebrows, "Who do you want to kill?" ”

Yuan Yu kept smiling, "It's just a tune, and Mr. can hear the murderous aura?" ”

Mr. Dongguo didn't argue with him, and said lightly: "Your name is very good, 'emptiness', which means letting go and being natural, and being a person should be like this. ”

"Empty release" is Yuan Yu's original name.

He was an orphan with no name, who had lived by stealing rice from monks when he was a child in a temple.

The old monk knew that he was a thief hidden in the temple, but he never caught him, but he would deliberately leave a lot of food at every meal, and he would put two pieces of sugar cakes that children love to eat on the incense table during the New Year's holidays, as if they were deliberately left for him.

As he descended the mountain, he came out to say goodbye to the old monk, who not only gave him dry food and water, but also gave him this name.

It's a pity that there was a great drought in Liangzhou, and the old monk didn't end up with a good death......

Yuan Delirium's eyes are obscure.

He lowered his eyebrows, played with the bamboo flute casually, and when he laughed, Xiaohuya was arrogant and stubborn, "If you learn Buddhism, will you definitely have a good end?" Good people and good people are stupid, and I am a very bad person, and I can't learn to cultivate myself and help the world. Thank you, Mr. for teaching melody and farewell! ”

He didn't bother to walk through the door, and went straight out of the window.

Mr. Dongguo was savoring his words, and when he remembered something, he hurriedly chased after him in grief, "The old bamboo flute!" ”

However, the window was empty, and the boy was nowhere to be found.

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Good night duck