Asura Fields Everywhere in Soochow

Lu Ji planned to throw away this flute tonight.

But before throwing it away, he had to let the flute play its due role.So at dusk, he spent a lot of effort to smooth the inner wall of the flute, and finally got the flute into the correct pitch.

In the evening, the soldiers lit a fire by the banks of the Huai River, and while eating millet rice, they enjoyed a rare and leisurely night on the march.And Lu Ji washed the blow hole of the bamboo flute many times in the Huai River, dried it with his clothes, and then returned to the tent with the flute.

The fire that had been extinguished at noon was lit again. Zhou Yu was gentle and restrained in white, and Sun Wu was lazy and unrestrained in red. The two sat by the fire talking and laughing at Yanyan.Both of them are very beautiful, so not only Lu Ji, but also many people around are always caught by them.

Looking at them, Lu Ji said to himself in his heart, to be an enlightened and magnanimous husband, don't get angry, don't get angry, don't get angry.

While talking, he sat across from the two of them, sitting upright, serious.

On such a pleasant and comfortable night, Fuwa actually had a stern face and no joy.Sun Wu stopped talking, looked him up and down a few times, and asked, "Are you just sitting like this? Don't you play a tune for us?"

Out of the corner of Lu Ji's eyes, he noticed that Sun Wu was still holding the wine bag that Zhou Yu gave him, and the fire in his heart was not suppressed. He said angrily, "Why should I play a tune for you?"

This tone... Sun Wu should have been angry at first, but it was fun to see his little adult angry, so he coaxed him with a good temper, "You kid, don't you want to show yourself in front of adults when you make a flute? Hurry up and play it well. Well, we won't laugh at you either."

There is still business, he must play "Yong Li".But always being separated from the two of them, as if he was always superfluous, Lu Ji held the bamboo flute and muttered unwillingly before playing: "I'm not a child."

Sun Wu: "You are not a child, do you have nightmares every night?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yu also laughed and said, "Why did I, Dao Gongji, ask me if I had a dream recently? Do you have nightmares every night?"

Thinking of something, he said again: "If you are really troubled, we will reach Jurong in a few days. Master Gexuan of Jurong heard from Zuo Ci that he has extremely powerful spells, so maybe you can ask for it."

"Don't bother, maybe after two days you won't dream about these things."

After Lu Ji finished speaking, he put the flute horizontally in front of his face[1], blocked the sound hole with his fingers, and played the song "Yongli" according to the tune of Yongli in his memory.

——You can build a room in the middle of the toe, so what's the use of the orchid.Embrace the toes. [2]

While playing, he kept his eyes on Zhou Yu.

This piece of music is considered unpopular among Yuefu advocacy tunes, and it is difficult to hear it usually.If Zhou Yu had memories of that life, he would think of something when he heard this song at this time, or it would remind him of some memories, and he would recall it later, and when he remembered everything, the matter would be over.

Lu Ji played with this thought in mind, but he didn't expect that he guessed completely wrong.

——Zhou Yu's expression remained calm.Until the sound of the bamboo flute faded away, he did not show any surprise or trance.At the end of the song, he just nodded slightly, "Not bad."

On the contrary, Sun Wu's eyes became blurred, "Your song..."

……

Sun Wu remembered that this song was the one she later adapted into "Nian Nujiao".

At night, when Lu Ji warmed up the quilt and got into bed, she was still trying to recall "Nian Nujiao" through the tune.

She racked her brains and still couldn't remember, so she pushed Lu Ji under the blanket, "Lu Ji, give me another hug."

Lu Ji was still thinking about Zhou Yu, but when she pushed her, he turned over and faced her, "I can't play the flute, I lost it."

Sun Wu: "? Can this be lost too?"

Of course he threw it away on purpose. "...If you want to listen, I can also hum a few words."

Seeing Sun Wu nodding, Lu Ji moved his body, put his lips close to her ear, and hummed softly.

The voice was right next to my ears, and the melody was very clear. However, the ancient love songs were too ancient. After humming a song, Sun Wu didn't remember the lyrics at all.

She thought of another thing, "...it's obviously a tune, why did he tell me it's a love poem?"

Lu Ji: "Who? Zhou Gongjin?"

"Yes. I haven't heard this song for a long time. When you played it tonight, I happened to remember that I changed the tune from "Yong Li" to "Nian Nujiao"..."

As Sun Wu said this, seeing Lu Ji lying on the bed and listening to the story carefully, he became more interested in telling the story: "Speaking of which, there is another story here, do you want to hear it?"

Lu Ji nodded: "Yes."

Sun Wu lay down, "...you guess first, who did I learn the arrangement from?"

Lu Ji remembered how she was afraid of making mistakes in front of Zhou Yu today, and the image of the two of them asking for advice on music already appeared in his mind, so he pretended not to care and said, "Zhou Gongjin?"

The answer was surprising, "Cai Wenji."

"Cai Wenji, you don't know her. She is a talented woman. My third generation was sent to marry Cao Cao's son—does Cao know?" At this point, Sun Wu stopped to look at Lu Ji.

Lu Ji was puzzled, "Why were you sent to marry?"

The reason was that she accidentally poisoned Sun Ce to death, and an oolong triggered a series of tragic events.Sun Wu was ashamed and didn't want to talk to him about his stupid black history, so he just walked over, "I'm willing to go myself."

"Later, I met Cai Wenji in Luoyang, and she taught me to arrange music..." At this point, Sun Wu stopped again.

Lu Ji: "And then?"

Then... Although the Cao Wei Group is very happy, occasionally they are in Cao Ying and their hearts are in Wu.And the relationship between her and Zhou Yu started in the fourth life, and she was still a humble crush in the third life, so she made this excerpt-style song that misses Zhou Yu.

"...It's nothing, I suddenly remembered that I really liked him in the past." Sun Wu sighed softly, lamenting the ancient times when his girlish heart was overflowing.

"In short, Cai Wenji taught me to arrange music, so I adapted this song "Nian Nujiao"." Sun Wu concluded.

Lu Ji felt very uncomfortable because of her sentence 'I used to really like him', he pursed his mouth and commented, "Your story is meaningless and boring."

"If you think it's boring, then it's boring. Even if the tune is in my ears, I can't remember the word. I still don't want to." Saying this, Sun Wu wrapped up the quilt and prepared to sleep.

"But why can't Zhou Gongjin remember it?" Lu Ji asked next to her ear again, "Since you said that he also has past life memories, shouldn't he forget it so easily?"

"Why do you care more about this matter than I do?" Sun Wu hugged him into his arms, "Go to sleep, don't think about it, the more you think about it, the more you can't think about it. If you don't think about it now, maybe you will return to it after a while." I can remember it myself."

Through the heavy fabric, Sun Wu's arms were still very warm. Her chin rested on the top of her head, and her breath could caress her cheeks.It is because of the child's body that he can take advantage of this. The good times cannot be wasted, and Lu Ji decided not to think about it.

The author says:

[1] The flute should be played sideways, I corrected the wrong part

[2]拥离原文。关于“冷门”的评价是私设感谢在2021-09-0120:04:41~2021-09-0300:02:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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