Song Mingyue

Chapter 38
Zhao Mansion, the back garden.

Under the tree branch, a man in black dances with a sword.

The sword light was shining, and the sleeves of his clothes fluttered.The sword spit out letters like a white snake, hissed and pierced the wind, and shuttled like a dragon, walking around, sometimes as light as a swallow, and the sword rose up, sometimes like lightning, falling leaves collapsed.

Call ~
That person suddenly drew his sword and stood up, it was Zhao Dian, the first general of the Zhao family.

In the ten years since he entered Zhao's residence, daily sword practice is a compulsory course for him. A martial arts practitioner can never become unfamiliar with martial arts, so he has to practice for an hour every morning.

This burglar who once shocked Jiangning used to beg for life on the tip of a knife for many years, and he was already tired of the world. The nurses lived this peaceful life for ten years, but they gradually got used to it.

He put the sword back into its sheath, and walked towards his residence with the long sword in hand.Since the young master woke up from a serious illness, he has become the young master's personal bodyguard. As long as the young master leaves the house, he will follow him wherever he goes.So he had to tidy up early, and after the young master had had his breakfast, he had to go out for a walk with the young master.

good~
Suddenly, there was a burst of applause from an open space not far away, which caused him to look back.

The rules and regulations in the house have always been very strict. It is forbidden to laugh, fight and make noise among the servants. Unless they are playing with the master, they will be punished.

When he approached there, the scene in front of him made him dumbfounded.

I saw Zhao Hao wearing a purple gold hair crown, dressed in a snow-white attire, holding a longbow, and was shooting at an arrow target not far away.

He holds the bow in his left hand, draws the string with his right hand, his head naturally turns to the target, his arms are raised, the bow is perpendicular to the ground, his eyes are in a straight line with the feathered arrow and the target.

The standard archery movements are meticulous, as if they have learned archery for many years, and there is no sense of unfamiliarity.

While Zhao Dian was in doubt, he saw Zhao Hao roaring with majestic momentum, strenuously drawing the bow, the bow was drawn to the full moon, and then there was a sound of strings from the canopy, and the arrow went straight to the target like a shooting star.

Benedict~
As the feather arrow shot into the wooden target, I saw that the arrow hit the target straight, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling.

Be impartial and hit the bullseye.

good~
The applause from all around resounded again, and the cheers were thunderous.

"Good archery!"

"Young master's arrow is unparalleled in the world."

"My son's divine arrow surpasses that of Yang Youji in ancient times. It is really Jiangning's number one divine arrow!"

……

Zhao Dian was in a mess at the moment.

Zhao Hao's bow and arrow posture and aim are almost perfect and impeccable, unlike him who is a monk like him. Although he is proficient in hidden weapons, bows and swordsmanship, but when it comes to archery movements and postures, there are always some differences. Normative habits, unlike Zhao Hao's almost textbook-like postures and movements.

It's just... the distance of the target is only 25 steps!
Even with money darts and throwing knives, he can stably shoot them more than thirty steps away, and that is purely by strength of hand.Now although Zhao Hao's archery posture is extremely standard and graceful, and his arrow technique is perfect, but the range of 25 steps is almost like a child's play.

What made him even more speechless was that he hit the target within a mere 25 paces, and the servants kept praising him to the sky...

And the most important thing is that Zhao Hao's archery skills have already begun to be learned, and it is really out of date to practice arrows at a distance of 25 steps. This is like using a high-level account to spawn monsters in Novice Village, which is really boring and a waste of time.

Amid the applause of the crowd, Zhao Hao fought more and more bravely, and shot two arrows in a row, hitting the bull's-eye.

The cheers of the crowd became more and more frenzied, but Zhao Dian couldn't bear it anymore, and strode over.

"Young master has just learned the key to archery, why don't you move the target farther away? Now that the distance is less than thirty steps, it is no difficulty for you, and it is difficult to improve."

Facing Zhao Dian's answer, Zhao Hao looked innocent: "The range of this bow can only reach 25 steps. If you shoot too far, you will miss the target."

Zhao Dian became more and more confused, and stretched out his hand to ask Zhao Hao for a longbow: "Let me try."

He asked people to move the target sixty steps away, and he had to draw the bow and lead the arrow himself to demonstrate for Zhao Hao.

After the archery target moved to the designated position, Zhao Dian raised the longbow high, nocked the arrow, and aimed at the bullseye sixty steps away. With a slight force of his arms, he pulled the longbow to the full moon.

Slightly ~
There was a sound of cracking, and the feather arrow on the bow arm fell to the ground. The long bow was broken in two by Zhao Dian, and Zhao Dian was stunned.

Seeing that Zhao Dian broke his longbow, Zhao Hao almost cried: "Uncle Dian, I specially asked a skilled craftsman to make a two-bow bow, but you broke it... Fortunately, I prepared two."

Zhao Dian was completely confused: "Two bows?"

It's not that there are no two-bow bows. It's not uncommon for ordinary boys around ten years old to use this kind of bow. Fighting bows, the weaker ones are three-fighting bows, how can there be two-fighting bows?
The point is that other people's two bows are small bows. In order to make himself look very powerful, Zhao Hao asked someone to make the special two bows as tough as the eight bows.

But what Zhao Dian didn't know was that Zhao Hao had practiced for seven or eight days even with two-bow bows before he strengthened his arm strength to the point where he could barely draw the bow fully. At the beginning, let alone the full moon, he couldn't even draw the half-moon shape. .

Zhao Dian was speechless and helpless, so he had to confess his crime to Zhao Hao and left disgruntled.

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"There is a beautiful woman who will never forget.

I don’t see you in a day, thinking like crazy.

Feng Fei soars, seeking phoenix from all corners of the world.

Helpless ladies, not in the East Wall.

Talk about the Qin on behalf of the heart, and talk about it.

When will I see Xu Xi, comfort me in my hesitation.

Wish to match virtue, hand in hand.

Don’t fly, make me perish.

The phoenix returns to its hometown, and travels all over the world to seek its phoenix. "

Although the ten miles of peach blossoms have withered, but behind the lush peach forest, the sound of the piano and singing is more beautiful than the peach blossoms, and more fascinating.

In the small courtyard with blue tiles and white walls, there is a qin, a table, two stools, a young man in purple clothes like crimson, and a woman in white clothes like snow with a veil. A scene like a spotless fairy caused a quiet and beautiful infection and impact, making people forget whether to love or hate, and refreshing.

It seems to be affected by the singing voice that seems to come from the sky. Every turning point, every vibrato, and every ups and downs of the melody in the qin music seem to have a soul. With the ethereal and beautiful voice, that is It seems to come from the general artistic conception of fairyland.

At the end of the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", Zhao Hao held down the strings, let out a long breath, looked back at the woman who was still wearing the veil and asked, "How does Fang'er feel?"

"It's not bad. If you practice more, it will definitely be better." It was Mei Lin's clear voice that answered him.

Although the elementary piano music skill book can make his fingers very flexible and flexible in an instant, and has produced a consciousness as if he has practiced the piano for many years, his fingering is also extremely standardized and flexible, and he can control every note well, but he can only Can play some simple pieces.

The primary skill book itself seems to only increase the skill of playing the piano, and does not contain the memory of the piano music, so the piano music must be consulted with the number one piano master in the south of the Yangtze River.

After practicing hard for seven or eight days in a row, he finally learned the song "Feng Qiuhuang" for a long time. Although this dude who has always had different rhythms, although he is not a master of rhythms, he is still enough to be a master in Jiangning City. Among the scholars, they pretended to be coercive for a while.

However, for those who are truly proficient in temperament, it is really nothing, after all, it is only an elementary skill.

Zhao Haoteng stood up, stretched his waist, and said with a triumphant smile: "Back then Sima Xiangru used this song to tease Zhuo Wenjun and made the widowed beauty run away for him. In the future, I will use this song to embrace the beauty of the Wang family Returning, I will live up to Layman Meilin's advice."

Yang Fang walked slowly to the piano case and sat down, smiled and said: "I heard that the best sons-in-law of the Wang family are only your cousin Mr. Xie and the third son of the Zheng family. You must work hard. I will play it again, and you must listen carefully. "

With a flick of a fingertip, the sound of the qin came out leisurely, and it was so much better than what Zhao Hao played just now, the listener was already drunk...

In the past seven or eight days, Zhao Hao could hear Yang Fang play this piece every day, but every time he listened to it, he was mesmerized and never tired of listening to it.

While listening to the music, Zhao Hao looked at the piano player, and saw a small piece of snow-white fragrant neck exposed under the cloud-like hair, as well as the weak shoulders, and the waist that was tightly grasped, which made his heart flutter. Unconsciously, there was a ripple.

At the end of the song, Zhao Hao secretly sighed: "But if I listen to this song every day, I would be willing to go hungry every day."

Yang Fang chuckled: "If you go hungry for three days, this song won't be worth half a steamed bun... You have to work harder when you go back. If you can't pass the music exam and marry a beautiful woman, you can't blame me."

Zhao Hao chuckled: "If I can't marry the beauty of the Wang family, I will snatch Fang'er and go back to the house to be Mrs. Yazhai... Oh, Mrs. Yafu."

In the beautiful eyes like black jade, a strange expression flashed away.

"Young Master is really good at joking... It's getting late, Young Master should go back home, otherwise Madam might be worried."

The speaker is intentional or unintentional, and the listener seems to be unintentional.

Zhao Hao raised his head, looked at the bright red setting sun in the distance, and said with a slight smile: "It's really getting late, so let's go."

There was a hint of astringency, hidden in the laughter, undetectable.

An exquisite carriage, ridden by more than ten people, gradually disappeared at the intersection of the tree-lined path.

The sound of hooves gradually faded away, and finally disappeared.

Yang Fang slowly got up with the piano in her arms, the setting sun shone on her body, sprinkled a layer of bright red light, and the white dress was dyed like a wedding red scarf.

Footsteps sounded behind him.

"Give San'er, Si'er and Xiao Jiu another pill of the magic pill brought by Mr. Zhao." She didn't turn her head.

Yang Juan looked at his sister's back, hesitant to speak.

Yang Fang seemed to sense something, and asked, "What do you want to tell my sister?"

Yang Jun finally plucked up his courage and said: "Since Mr. Zhao's magic pill can cure the seventh child's dysentery, it must also be able to cure my sister... the burns on her face. Mr. Zhao brought a total of more than twenty magic pills. Don't take two healing pills?"

Yang Fang sighed slightly and said: "The magic pill is dead and alive, you can see that even Xiao Jiu's left eye has seen a little light, such a magic pill, don't waste it on my sister."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Yang Jun, but took another look at Mrs. Lin's entrance, and then slowly returned to the room with Qin in his arms.

Mrs. Yafu... Will the Zhao family want an extremely ugly Mrs. Yafu?
(End of this chapter)