Farmer of Shu Han

"San... Sanniang, how did you find this thing?"

Feng Tubie stammered a bit.

What Guan Ji held in her hand was the saber and pen she had lost in Yang'an Pass.

At that time, Guan Ji was fighting with Huang Wudie, Feng Tubie took the opportunity to fish in troubled waters, and put Guan Ji's beloved thing into his arms.

At that time, Feng Yong and Guan Ji were not as close as they are now. From Feng Tubie's point of view, I couldn't get Guan Ji's person, and I couldn't get her heart. What's wrong with hiding something she loves? ?

Can't a soil turtle have a dream?

So when Guan Ji came to borrow the knife and pen for the first time, he didn't return it, and when he saw her looking for the knife and pen under the city wall the next day, he still didn't return it...

As for why he knew it was Guan Ji's favorite, of course it was because he had played with it more than once and knew that the word Yinping was engraved on it, which was Guan Ji's name.

Also, after Guan Ji lost the pen and knife, she went to look for it under the city wall for a long time the next day. It wasn't something she loved, so how could she care so much about it?

Guan Ji glanced at Feng Yong, and said quietly, "I just heard the few words read by my brother, it seems to be Yuefu, right?"

"Yuefu? Oh, yes, Yuefu, I like Yuefu, hehe..."

Yuefu poems were a popular poetry genre in the Han Dynasty. Li Bai's "Changgan Xing" was written in imitation of Yuefu.

Although spring is still a bit chilly, Feng Tubie feels like he is sweating all over.

Guan Ji nodded and continued, "That's right. I heard my brother's "The Difficult Road to Shu" before and thought it was like Yuefu, but it felt a little different. Looking at it today, "The Difficult Road to Shu" is indeed Yuefu." undoubtedly."

"Ah, did you? I forgot..."

Feng Yongqian laughed.

"Brother doesn't care about the knowledge of articles, it's normal to forget." Guan Ji said flatly, stroking the knife and pen in her hand, "Otherwise, "The Difficult Road to Shu" would not have only half a fragment of the article."

"Brother Cai just said that what Ma Taishou listened to was only scraps of writing, so the younger sister felt that instead of asking him and letting him evade all kinds of excuses, it would be better to come to his room to see if he had written any articles. Unexpectedly, It turned out this knife and pen, do you think it was a coincidence?"

"Really? Such a coincidence?"

Feng Yong's face was mournful, he didn't know what to do next.

"It's such a coincidence."

Guan Ji put the knife and pen on the table, then walked behind Feng Yong, sat down with his hands on his shoulders, and said softly, "Brother, are you tired with taking the eunuch horse to watch the workshop? Little sister squeeze your shoulders."

"Oh, not tired... oh..."

Feng Yong was overwhelmed with flattery, and just as he said he was not tired, he suddenly felt as if his shoulders had been pulled back, and couldn't help but let out a long groan.

"Brother, don't shout so loudly. People will misunderstand you if you hear it. When my little sister first started learning martial arts, it hurt much more than this."

Guan Ji whispered in Feng Yong's ear, exhaling like blue, but she didn't let go of her hands, "Little sister remembers, my brother promised to recite the complete "The Road to Shu" to my little sister, It's been so long, I don't know if brother has thought about it yet?"

"Think it over, think it over!"

Feng Tubie nodded again and again, not daring to delay for a moment, uttering words like pearls, "Male and female fly around the forest..."

Guan Ji spat, "Next sentence directly."

"Okay, let's go straight to the next sentence, the next sentence is, I heard Zigui cry Yeyue again, worrying about Kongshan..."

"Jiange... er... Jianshan is towering and Cui Wei, one man guards the gate, and ten thousand men cannot open it..."

I feel that my mind has never been so clear-headed. Even if there is a mistake or omission, Feng Yong can immediately correct it.

After reading for a long time, Guan Ji behind her remained silent.

"Three Niang..."

Feng Yong tried to turn around, but found that the hands on his shoulders were not exerting any strength.

Guan Ji could only hear a long sigh, "Such a majestic prose, even though it is not in line with the Yuefu in some places, it is still worthy of being a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation."

"Really? I feel good too."

Feng Yong said with a cheeky face.

"Then recite it again."

After speaking, Guan Ji turned around and took the pen and ink, and sat down opposite Feng Yong, apparently ready to write this article down.

Feng Yong had no choice but to recite it again.

"This article seems to have been written from the north to Sichuan. During the time when my brother disappeared last year, he must have visited a lot of places, right?"

After finishing writing, Guan Ji blew carefully, looked at Feng Yong, and asked.

"I didn't write it," Feng Yong shook his head, "it was written by a man named Li Bai."

"Even the younger sister, can't get the truth from the elder brother?"

Guan Ji lowered her eyes and said something softly.

Feng Yong said anxiously, "San Niang, this article is really true..."

Seeing Guan Ji raised her head, with pleading eyes in her quiet eyes, Feng Tubie's heart softened all of a sudden, and the words that were already on his lips became, "Okay, I did write it at that time."

After hearing this, Guan Ji smiled, with a hint of love in her eyes, got up and walked over, bent down, and stroked Feng Yong's face with her right hand.

Her voice was soft, "Although my concubine is not as talented as my elder brother, I can tell that what my elder brother wrote in this article is about the suffering of his illness last year."

As he spoke, Guan Jiman sang softly: "The guardian or bandit relatives will turn into wolves and jackals. Avoid fierce tigers in the face and long snakes in the evening; grind your teeth and suck blood, kill people like hemp..."

"These few sentences are about elder brother walking in the mountains?"

"Although Jincheng is very happy, it's better to return home sooner. Brother said this, thinking that Jincheng must have been regarded as a sad place at that time, and then you want to take your uncle and aunt back to your ancestral home?"

Feng Tubie’s cheap parents in this life, one died in battle, and the other died by throwing himself into the river. In the end, Liu Bei rewarded land, cattle and servants because of his guilt.

So the phrase "Jincheng is cloudy and joyful", when it sounds at this time, it makes people feel a little ironic.

Feng Tubie raised his head dumbfounded, seeing the person in front of him forcibly rounding out the meaning of the poem for him. He was so impressed by Guan Ji's imagination that he almost couldn't help shouting 666...

"What is brother doing looking at my little sister like this? Little sister, isn't that right?"

Guan Ji couldn't stand Feng Tubie's eyes.

"No, quite right."

Feng Yong suddenly held Guan Ji's hands, "Sanniang, you sang really well just now, can you sing it for me again?"

Isn't Yuefu Yuefu just for singing?

The beauty sings softly, which is fascinating.

Feng Tubie suddenly felt, so what if he admits this matter? As long as Guan Ji can sing like this and let him listen to it, it doesn't matter if he can copy more than a dozen or dozens of songs!

Guan Ji was startled, she looked at the article, she judged others by herself, she just felt that her brother was really suffering at that time, and she wanted to comfort him.

But I didn't expect that this matter has passed for so long. It seems that my elder brother has already seen it away. On the contrary, I read the article to mourn for others, which made my elder brother laugh.

Moreover, with his elder brother's appearance, thinking about it, he didn't want to mention more sad things.