The venue for listening to the music was set in the Orchid Garden, and the musicians still played in the same place, but the number of people was greatly reduced. There were only seven men left, each with a string and a pipe. At this moment, the seven of them were agitated in their hearts, and they were immersed in adjusting the strings, while the pipes were swallowing breath and nourishing their lungs, hoping to reach the best level of training on weekdays.

A curtain of flowing water was erected between the artist and the viewer, and the artist was surrounded by orchids and the autumn sun, and their figures were only covered with a layer of light purple. The master is hidden in the shadow of Langfang, and it is almost impossible to discern the silhouette of the figure at the other end through the brightly colored veil.

In the shade of the curtains, the two sisters-in-law sat on the left and right, with a tall square table in the middle, and a few pleasing snacks and thin wattle tea that was more suitable for women's tastes.

The maid who listened to the order outside the curtain raised her voice and preached, and the musicians who had been preparing for a long time immediately spoke. The first to jump into the ears of the audience is a strange double flute sound, the flute sound does not show a melodious and ethereal wind, but is extremely crisp and short.

Chu Xiaotingdeng, who came only because of curiosity, was immediately held in his heart, and the sound of the flute was like two roosters chasing and fighting, beating interestingly, not limited to the rules of fingering and ventriloquism, so it seemed quite childlike.

The flute played to a climax, the two roosters fought inextricably, and a trace of sheng gradually entered the flute sound. At first, it was inaudible, like a soul with you, like a shadow. Later, the sound of sheng gradually surfaced, and the picture became clearer, as if a young rooster was pacing leisurely, examining and picking the two roosters.

As a result, the flute became shorter and shorter, more high-pitched and agitated, and the battle was fierce.

At this time, the piano resonates, and the seven-stringed piano and the twenty-five-string string dance sounds, intertwining and twisting. Qin Se and Di Sheng's style are incompatible, and surprisingly the two are still and moving, but they are not in conflict with each other. Jean Se constructs a static voice-over picture:

The sun is beginning to break, and the small pond is smoking.

The fence and the vines hug each other tightly, and the warm wind of the south smoke urges the flowers to bloom.

The pastoral scenery in a small corner is slowly revealed, a farmer has a field and a pond, and chickens and ducks are raised in the fence yard.

Among them, the musical instruments play each other, mixed but not chaotic, happy but not vulgar.

At this time, the pipa is plucked, the fingering is impatient, and the heavy weapon of the virtuous person is changed, and the upright image of the Qing Honggao is raised. The sound of the pipa is shrill and noisy, like that of an angry peasant woman, pointing at her poultry and babbling and scolding.

Hearing the amazement of the audience, Chu Chaoyun, who married his mother-in-law, explained that the woman who played the pipa plucked the strings while plucking the strings with her fingers and belly struck the wooden body of the pipa. Therefore, there will be a dull drum like a low scolding, and a vibrating string tail like a woman's annoyance.

The sound of the flute did not show weakness, and it was still a fierce battle. The two roosters are favored by Bo Hongyan, regardless of the owner's reprimand, until the head breaks the blood flow, and one side can only stop if it is defeated.

The sound of striking the wooden body of the pipa gradually overwhelmed the sound of plucking the strings of the pipa, and at this time, the woman holding the pipa flew with her fingers together, and instead of using her fingers to knock on the wooden body, the sound was bright, and it was clear that the woman was angry and chased the two roosters with a stick to kill them.

The flute choked, and the rooster fled.

The sheng whined, and the hen cried.

The sound of the pipa beating is inch-inch, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, until it is stirred, the fence collapses, and the chickens fly and the eggs are beaten.

The sound of the flute was poignant and single, and the two roosters did not distinguish between the winners and losers, but one was caught by the owner. The pipa turned the strings again, plucked the strings like flying, hearty, and let out a bad breath.

The sound disappeared, and finally the sound of the piano sounded, the first time I heard it was sad and sad, sharpening the knife and burning the wood to kill the chicken, which was embarrassing. Then Xi Qin raised his voice, looking vast and tragic, and the rooster was determined to die generously......

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The Orchid Garden is separated from the school by a large distance, and the musicians usually do not dare to make a noise when they practice, for fear of disturbing the students here. However, the music is intermittent and difficult to detect if you don't listen carefully. However, it still aroused the uncontrollable curiosity of the children in the school, and they craned their necks to look out.

Mr. Lou Qianhe, who was tired from lecturing, sat cross-legged on the straw mat, and read a new book written by a friend of the same path with relish. He was in a very good mood and did not reprimand the children who were inattentive to each other.

Xiao Xingyu, who was sitting in the front row, also heard the music, and his mind was a little moved, but he accepted Mr. Lou's entrustment, and his homework became more and more proficient, so he didn't dare to slack off, and he still picked up the pen and practiced calligraphy uprightly.

was writing the word "repair", and was stabbed in the back with a pen. A person came up from behind, his head almost against Feng Xingyu's back, for fear of being caught by Mr. Lou Qianhe.

Feng Xingyu pretended to continue writing, but the tip of the pen did not fall off the paper, and his ears were erected like rabbits.

A voice was very low: "Brother Yu, your musicians are really interesting, I listen to these sounds as if I am alive." Why didn't you see them playing with my brother before? Isn't this authentic, what can we do if we brothers are hidden?"

Feng Xingyu turned around generously, picked up the ink ingot on his table that was as smooth as jade, and studied the ink, saying that this word should be written like this, this point needs spare strength, and this horizontal must be hooked back. On the other hand, he glanced at him and hid his words in the words of the pointer: "Well, your Huan character is not bad... (I don't know)... This is a real word... (Maybe it's a new recruit)... It's just a little bit hot... (Which time is the fun and good-looking missing you?)... Stiffens the pen a bit... (I'll get out of school later)... Especially the horizontal drawing is too straight... (Ben Hou asked them to play for you alone)... Got it?"

Sitting behind Feng Xingyu was a little fat man, older than Xiao Xingyu, about six or seven years old, his eyes were as small as beans, and his cunning light flashed from time to time. He looks very honest and honest, his face is dark, but not as black as a village child. This kid is not good-looking, even if he is bullied by his peers, he is often silent, but his Lao Tzu is a ruthless character.

Gao Jinrui, the notorious captain of the military department, although he is a cavalry captain, has far more private soldiers than all the personal soldiers under the command of the senior officer, and the legend has fallen into his hands, not to mention soldiers, even war horses, and they have to be trained to lose their skin. This reckless man in the military camp once threatened that the reason why he hid in the stinky pit of the captain and did not move was not because he Gao Jinrui had no ability, but because the time had not yet reached and he could not create a hero. If there is a big battle, Gao can easily win the title of general.

Gao Guifu, as Gao Jinrui's second son, did not seem to inherit his father's arrogance, listened to Xiao Xingyu's words, and nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice.

At this time, a child with a delicate face reprimanded with a straight face: "Above the school, you are not allowed to talk to each other!"

Lou Qianhe, who was fascinated by reading the book, smiled with relief when he heard this, and said, "It's okay! It's a good thing to ask questions among classmates, and Mr. is very pleased." After that, he lowered his head and read the book, this time completely sinking into the sea of books.

Feng Xingyu and Gao Guifu gave a thumbs up at the same time, and secretly pointed at the child who had just made a small report, the child blinked desperately, and the three of them seemed to be in calumnia.

This seemingly upright and beautiful boy is only five or six years old, and he is the eldest son of Zhang Tianfeng in Yanlong Prefecture, called Zhang Qiguan. These three people partner up, seemingly diligent, honest and well-behaved, but in fact, they all have another mind in their wombs, the little marquis Feng Xingyu is arrogant, the little fat dun Gao Guifu is cunning, the little old-fashioned Zhang Qiguan is playful, and the little people's minds are not pure at all.

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The musicians in the orchid garden are playing a song and are making slight adjustments.

Not long after the sister-in-law ate breakfast, they were not interested in the pastries on the high legs, and they didn't even take a sip of flower tea.

Feng Dongyan had time to talk to Chu Chaoyun, and was saying at this time: "Sister Mei, your belly is good, one twin child, I am very greedy." ”

Chu Chaoyun had a smug look in his eyes, and tried his best to show that he didn't care, and said: "Hey! It's all money-losing goods! If there is a little more below, the slave and maid will be content in this life." ”

Feng Dongyan kept a straight face and pretended to be angry, "I don't like to listen to Sister Mei's words, what's wrong with my daughter! The male baby's rough mud-like temperament doesn't make people worry, the female baby is good, fine and cute, or how can they be called daughters?"

Chu Chaoyun entered the house with Miss, which is equivalent to changing hands, and getting a nickname other than her real name, Xuemei, Feng Dongyan is younger than her sister-in-law and Chu Chaoyun, and it is okay to call her "Sister Mei" in terms of age. It's just that the two of them, one master and one servant, the identity is very different, Feng Dongyan said a word to Sister Mei, but they all called her heart.

"Yes, yes!" Miss Yeon said. In fact, the slave didn't look down on these two pieces of meat, and now the two Nizi are more and more like me, good-looking and well-behaved, who can't put it down when they see it. ”

Chu Xiaoting secretly painted her face with her fingers, and Feng Dongyan pretended not to know when she saw that Chu Chaoyun was unconscious, and asked with the words: "How old are the two daughters this year? ”

The corners of Chu Chaoyun's mouth couldn't help but crack the boss, revealing the neat and bright silver teeth, and politely said: "How can you make these gifts for the little marquis, what are the children of the next family like! They are three years old this year......

Her last sentence was suspected of the other party's idea of pushing the boat down the river to retract the promise, Feng Dongyan knew it well, but she would not turn those corners like her. Besides, Feng Dongyan also disdains to care about those trivial gold and silver relationships, although the Wang family in the capital she married cannot be compared with her brother who owns Sanzhou, and her husband Wang Songlin is just a small four-grade doorman of the Ministry of Rites, but the family business that the Wang family has run for generations does not need to worry about expenses for Feng Dongyan, who is the daughter of the prince, no matter what.

Confident and generous, Feng Dongyan said: "It's rare for me to go back to my parents' house, so I want to choose more gifts for my little nephew, so the more I prepare, the more I prepare." It's all given to him and there is no dust left, isn't it just right to give them away!"

"Then thank you Miss Yan for the gift!"

At this moment, the music is starting again, the musicians have already adjusted their instruments, and the last song is just a warm-up, and now it is considered to be a big show. The notes are like little people, arranging a big play, and the scenes are vivid and penetrate the hearts of the people.

Chu Xiaoting listened obsessively, almost staring, and picked up the tea on the square table with both hands. The hot water in the tea cup has been waiting for it to be cool, and the fragrance of the thin wattle flowers in the tea cup is still lingering and flying, like a shy lover, hesitating between the noses, but unable to hold back.

Surrounded by flowers, the musicians did their best to play the instruments in their hands. One of the female musicians holding the pipa in her hand, while caressing the strings, glanced into the heavy purple tent, and then the old woman in the dark, Chimangdie, also cast her eyes, if there is no heavy curtain to cover, the two of them can meet the four eyes. The woman who controlled the pipa, Le Ling, silently lowered her head.

Chimang Butterfly was suddenly rude, and reached out to grab Chu Xiaoting's wrist that brought the rim of the cup to his mouth. Chu Xiaoting was at a loss for a while, stunned, and looked at Feng Dongyan and Chu Chaoyun, the two had no vision, Chu Chaoyun nodded at the master. Chu Xiaoting immediately understood, and let go of the five fingers holding the cup.

Chimango Butterfly caught it with her hand, her figure flickered, and the next moment she appeared in front of the flowers in the orchid garden and the crowd. handed out the Bo Jinghua tea in his hand, and said coldly: "Madame understands your hard work and waits for fun, and I will reward you with a cup of tea!"

The woman with the lute in her hand was the closest, and it only took half a hand to reach the teacup. Her face flashed with hesitation, and suddenly she was resolute, and she was about to take the teacup.

At this moment, a man playing the bamboo flute got up angrily, raised his front finger of the flute, and his figure floated out. The body of the flute trembled slightly, and the airflow poured into several flute holes, making a whining sound, which was clearly a masterful swordsmanship.

The woman holding the pipa was stunned for a moment, and then immediately moved. Suddenly, the four strings on the pipa broke at the interface, and the poisonous snake bent up and popped out, shooting towards the old woman.