Dressed as Sun Quan's favorite concubine

The third period of mourning for the Wu clan had not yet expired, and the relocation required a lot of manpower and a long time. Before Sun Quan went to Jingkou, he only chose the boundary of the new mansion.

The exact time when the government office will be moved is not clear, but in the past few years, the entire family of the general's mansion will not move.

Still have to stay in Fuchun honestly.

But Sun Quan ordered craftsmen to build the city ahead of time.

The mountain where Beigu Pavilion is located is dangerous and solid, and the city is also built on the mountain.

After Sun Quan came back from Jingkou, it was already winter.

On the occasion of New Year's Day, the plum blossoms in the mansion bloom very early accompanied by the light snow falling.

There have always been octagonal pavilions and corridors in the plum forest to enjoy the scenery of falling snow plums, and the corners of the upper eaves are as jagged as flying wings.

The pavilion has a built-in stove with charcoal and tea-making utensils.

The snow is still falling, and the plum branches are covered with rime, but it can't hide its cool fragrance.

Sun Quan curled up in the soft animal skin, silently admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him for a long time.

Buyao just went with Zijing to pick up the fresh falling snow on the plum branches, and wanted to make tea with plum snow.

After several months of hard work, she has already been able to cook good tea.

When Sun Quan was free, he had to show his hand.

When she returned from stepping on the snow wearing a cloak, Sun Quan shifted his gaze from the plum tree to her face.

Bu Yao deliberately painted her lips bright red today. Standing in a vast snow scene, her soft lips looked like a plum blossom.

Although the color is extremely bright, it is still beautiful.

Seeing Sun Quan looking at her, Bu Yao smiled at her.

Sun Quan didn't say anything, he shook the warm stove in his hand, adjusted his sitting posture, leaned against the pillar, and turned his gaze back to Meilin.

He has been sitting here for a long time, and his expression is not impatient.

She had never seen a person in their twenties who could sit for half a day just to enjoy a scene.

Isn't this something that older people like to do?

When Bu Yao sat in front of the table and put Luoxue into the ear cup, she quietly raised her head to look at Sun Quan, and then lowered her head again.

It is estimated that in the hearts of ancient people like Sun Quan, admiring plum blossoms and snow is quite interesting.

A few days ago, he wanted to go hunting, but was persuaded by Zhang Zhaohao, Sun Quan had no choice but to agree.

A person who likes "outdoor recreational activities" and has a lot of work is finally free, but he can't do what he likes, so he shrinks here to watch plum blossoms.

It's also quite pitiful...

After winter, Sun Quan's hand was colder than before.

Her hands are always warm.

Perhaps Sun Quan was a little afraid of the cold, and he was wearing a lot of clothes.

Bu Yao was cooking tea smoothly, his movements were very familiar.

Sun Quan couldn't help the gaze that he had deliberately avoided, and was still attracted by her.

Holding copper tweezers in her slender hands, she turned up and down a small piece of tea brick from time to time, baking it in the swaying flame.

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Bu Yao's eyes secretly contained embarrassment.

The dog man was still so beautiful by her.

With such a beautiful woman in front of him, cooking tea elegantly, it's no wonder he doesn't fall in love.

But Sun Quan's expression remained calm.

After Bu Yao cooked the tea, he presented it to Sun Quan respectfully, and said softly, "My lord, please use it."

When she said this, the hairpin hanging from her bun shook.

Sun Quan looked down at her, put down the stove, and took the bowl of tea.

Cooking tea with falling snow on plums will make the tea more fragrant.

The tea cooked by this woman is almost as good as that of the servant girl in the palace.

When did you learn it?How does he not know?

Thinking of this, after taking a sip, Sun Quan just replied indifferently: "It's still good enough to drink."

"..."

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Sun Quan always speaks harshly, and Bu Yao doesn't want to argue with him too much.

After cooking tea, Bu Yao continued to be arty and wanted to play the pipa in the pavilion.

The original host's way of competing for favor in the play is to play the pipa, and she doesn't need to think about the lines.

Following the lines of the original play, Bu Yao bowed respectfully and said, "My concubine just practiced a piece, would you like to listen to it, my lord?"

Bu Yao smiled obsequiously, but Sun Quan's face remained expressionless.

He just nodded and signaled Bu Yao to be casual.

Doesn't that seem like much interest?

Bu Yao reluctantly took the straight-shaped pipa from Bauhinia, pulled the pegs, and tuned it.

Then he plucked the strings lightly a few times.

In addition to the proficiency of the piano itself, the instrument itself is also very important in playing the piano.

The pipa brought back from the mother's house by the original owner is relatively simple, and the materials are not expensive.

But the advantage lies in its clear and crisp tone, like jade beads walking on the plate.

Bu Yao has practiced all the music on the ancient score, and the pipa music of the Han Dynasty, according to her modern aesthetics, always feels too plain.

Bu Yao decided to play a passionate song for Sun Quan.

The only pipa song she remembered in her previous life was the song "House of Flying Daggers".

This year, she thought hard according to her memory, and in the communication with the luthier, she decided on the final version of the score.

Sun Quan still looked downcast.

Bu Yao had no choice but to adjust his breathing, hugged the pipa, and played the high-pitched and passionate song-Ambush on all sides, facing the snow-falling plum forest outside the pavilion.

Sun Quan was not very interested in this pipa music at first.

But he didn't expect that the music Bu Yao played was something he had never heard before.

The sound of the piano is like the clash of swords and crossbows, or the sound of war drums.

Her movements of plucking the strings were clean and neat, not as graceful as that of ordinary women playing music.

Just like this music, it is majestic and sonorous.

Pluck the strings, shake your fingers, flick and sweep.

The tone is fast and slow, strong and weak, far and near.

Sun Quan was originally in a calm state of mind, but hearing this kind of music still lifted his spirits.

It seems that there is also a fierce scene of the two armies fighting.

What seemed to be heard in the ears was not the sound of the piano, but the screams of the mighty soldiers.

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Seeing that the favorability value has finally risen, a smile finally appeared on Bu Yao's lips.

The song is closed and ends with a breaking sound like a cracking silk.

Clean and crisp radio.

The smile on Bu Yao's face grew wider.

But I sighed in my heart: This song is extremely difficult, but it doesn't have as much favorability as the one that got the calories on it.

Sun Quan, what kind of aesthetics is this?

Sun Quan just wanted to ask what song it was, but he heard the sound of clapping not far from Mei Lin.

Bu Yao also followed the voice.

I saw a tall and tall man coming from a distance, walking steadily, with a slight smile on his face.

The man got closer and closer.

Bu Yao finally saw his face clearly.

Men in the Han Dynasty generally tied up all their hair without leaving any fall.

The man had his hair in a bun, and his black hair hung loose behind him.

A cold wind blew, and he brushed the snow off his cloak.

The man's handsome face was picturesque, with twinkling eyebrows and eyes.

Every facial feature seems to have been carefully fabricated by Nuwa, and all of them are exquisite.

Bu Yao was at a loss for words, and only one word came to mind.

nice.

That's right, this man can be described as beautiful.

Even a person like her who always claimed to be good-looking, felt that she lost three points in front of this man.

"This song is wonderful."

The corner of the man's lips curled slightly, and he approached the two of them step by step.

Sun Quan finally changed his previous lazy demeanor, stood up from the animal skin, and straightened his clothes.

Bu Yao vaguely guessed the man's identity.

Zhou Lang Gu Qu.

Mi Shuro.

Zhou Yu!

Unexpectedly, he was really good-looking, Bu Yao sighed secretly in his heart, put the pipa in front of the table, followed Sun Quan to get up, and bowed to Zhou Yu.

Seeing Sun Quan standing up, Zhou Yu bowed gracefully to him, and said respectfully, "My lord."

Sun Quan hurriedly walked up to Zhou Yu and helped him up himself.

"Gong Jin is here to discuss with Gu about conquering Huang Zu." Sun Quan said, motioning Zhou Yu to take a seat in the pavilion.

Zhou Yu smiled instead of answering.

Bu Yao felt that he should step back, so he saluted Sun Quan again after they were seated.

At this time, Sun Quan actually picked up the tea set himself and cooked tea for Zhou Yu, which was something she had never seen before...

Not only has the sophistication of the owner, but also has a bit of humility.

Ordinarily, she always felt that Sun Quan didn't trust Zhou Yu that much.

The two handsome young men are cooking snow and sencha in the plum grove. They really have a kind of unrestrained heroism in the troubled times.

Only then did Bu Yao have a deep sense of reality.

Sun Quan is the overlord in troubled times.

The year in this world is just the ninth year of Jian'an.

Sun Quan had just entered the political stage at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

Bu Yao looked back and looked at the two of them again.

Zijing was holding the pipa beside her and asked puzzledly: "Bu Ji, did you use something to drop it on the pavilion?"

"No."

After finishing speaking, Bu Yao turned around and walked back to the sleeping hall through the snow.

The charcoal fire in the hall was burning very vigorously, and Bu Yao stood in front of the charcoal stove, toasting his cold body for himself.

According to what Sun Quan just said, he will go to conquer Jiangxia this year and fight Huang Zu.

If Huang Zu did not die, Sun Quan would not be able to avenge his father.

I don't know how many months it will take to go to war.

There was a little loneliness in Bu Yao's heart.

But once Sun Quan left, she felt a lot more relaxed, and she could also study the matter of buying real estate in Fuchun.

After all, the government office will not be moved within a few years.

In the past few months, she has had a lot of ideas, tried to make many new types of rouge, and even experimented on Zijing and Ziran.

That's "product development".

The effect was good, and after Sun Quan left, she would have time to study it again.

After Bu Zhi sells the Haiyan property in a few years, she can "put into production".

It is still important to make money.

Don't be fascinated by that doggy man Sun Quan.

Thinking of this, Bu Yao suddenly felt a chill coming from behind him.

Sun Quan held her warm hands and wrapped her in his arms.

Bu Yao turned around and covered Sun Quan's cold big hand with her small hand.

Her hands have been roasted by the charcoal fire, very warm.

"My lord's hand is always so cold when it's winter, my heart really hurts..."

Having said that, Bu Yao wanted to grab Sun Quan's hand and move towards the charcoal stove.

Sun Quan hugged her tightly in his arms.

"You heard what I said just now. After a few days alone, I'm going to Jiangxia."

The little man in his arms was warm.

The warmth gradually filled his body, and the coldness on Sun Quan's body slowly dissipated.

Bu Yao's eyes were slightly red, and she rubbed against his brocade clothes.

It's been a long time since I acted in an emotional drama with strong emotions, and I haven't had much fun.

Let's play it in front of Sun Quan today.

Tears "swipe" down, and Bu Yao sobbed softly, I felt pity for him, and looked extremely reluctant to let go of Sun Quan.

But no words.

Sun Quan was at a loss for words for a while, at a loss, and asked after a while, "...why are you crying?"

Bu Yao looked up at him with red eyes: "I can't bear to part with my lord."

The crying sound is soft.

Sun Quan felt a slight pain in his heart.

With her appearance like this, how could he not feel distressed.

He wiped her tears with his fingertips, and said with a pitiful tone, "It's not like Gu won't come back."

Why is the dog man so gentle today?

It seems that he acted relatively well.

Bu Yao buried her small head in Sun Quan's chest again, and continued to cry silently...

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Seven days later, Bu Yao fell into a hazy sleep.

I just feel that the bed today is much softer than usual, but it is bumpy.

what happened?

She woke up slowly and rubbed her eyes.

The scene in front of her made her get up in shock, and the tiger skin was actually under her body...

She was actually in a moving carriage. This carriage was very spacious, and the contents inside looked familiar.

They are all commonly used by Sun Quan.

And what she often uses is her pipa beside her.

what happened?

Shouldn't Sun Quan lead his troops to Jiangxia this morning?

Just as she was about to speak, she asked the coachman to stop to ask about the situation, when she heard the coachman groan and stop.

"My lord." The coachman said respectfully.

Bu Yao was still in a daze, but Sun Quan had already lifted the curtain of the car, leaned in, and took a look at Bu Yao.

"...Master...My lord...why is my concubine here?"

Sun Quan pursed his lower lip slightly.

"Aren't you reluctant to be alone?"

"..."

"Since I can't bear it, I will take you to fight with me."