At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

The sound of the piano is clearer and more melodious, as if you have stepped into the lush green pine forest, gurgling streams and faint singing of birds.

Xie Yuheng swept away his previous annoyance at being chirped by cicadas and couldn't help but become interested. He tapped the bamboo table with his fingertips, and a jade flute appeared in his hand.

Xie Mingli took a breath, not surprised by the miracle. After all, I have met him many times in private, and he also has an artifact called a 'computer'.

But he suddenly felt that the wind tonight was a bit scorching, and he really wanted to escape...but as the eldest brother, he was not allowed to do such hurtful things.

Xie Yuheng played a horizontal flute, his lips resting on the mouth of the flute. The "exceptionally loud" sound of the flute resounded through Xie's house, and the male cicadas on the branches screamed for mates and scattered like birds and beasts.

Gradually the sound of the piano was carried away by the sound of the flute, becoming increasingly unpleasant...

Outside Xie Mingli's courtyard, Chang He desperately pulled Si Yuandao, who was holding a bench in his hand. Chang He said with a bitter look on his face, "Sir, calm down."

Calm down, Si Yuandao roared toward the courtyard door: "You two little bastards, you don't sleep at night, what kind of monsters are you doing?"

In fact, it's only Haishi now, just after nine o'clock in the evening.

The two little bastards stopped and looked at each other. Xie Mingli smiled faintly and said warmly: "Go back to sleep. I will take care of things here, Mr. Si."

After saying that, he stood up in relief, and the figure behind him looked a bit embarrassed when he left. Xie Yuheng sighed and returned along the same path facing the moonlight.

When he jumped off the courtyard wall, he vaguely heard the conversation between Mr. Si and his eldest brother, "He's acting up, why are you acting up too?"

Xie Mingli wore a moon-white gown, with a straight and slender figure. The gentle smile makes people feel like a spring breeze.

The man, who was almost as tall as Si Yuandao, bowed obediently and acknowledged his mistake: "It was indeed Ming Li who played the harp first. If you want to punish me, I can punish Ming Li alone."

Si Yuandao snorted proudly and refused to accept his trick at all. After thinking for a moment, he said, "In that case, I will give it to me early tomorrow morning with the title of 'Weighing Things in Balance'."

"Yes." Xie Mingli still had a gentle smile on his lips. Many people outside could not ask for this kind of punishment.

Si Yuandao rolled up his sleeves and walked slowly towards his yard with his hands behind his back.

After passing through a section of the handwriting corridor, Si Yuandao raised his head to look at the moon and sighed heavily, "Chang He, tell me, is it because I have been away from the literati circle in Beijing for a long time that my attainments in Bayin have declined."

"Alas, this little guy's flute skills have not improved at all in the past few years. On the contrary, it has become more and more difficult to listen to."

Chang Hemo, let's just say is it possible? The young master is born with a talent for music and art...

Chang He scratched his head and racked his brains to say: "The younger one thinks that the eldest son is quite good at learning the piano, and he has quite the demeanor of an adult."

Si Yuandao turned his head and glanced at the little book boy faintly.

Xie Mingli has learned well, but he is Xie Yuheng's master. How will he explain to His Majesty when he returns to Beijing one day?

All scholars are proficient in the six arts, but...

Si Yuandao let out another heavy sigh, which dissipated in the night sky with the summer wind.

......

Yuannan area.

The soldiers who went south from the Shenwu Camp had just buried pots to cook at Haishi.

Even if you have been training for many years, running around for a day will still cause backache and buttock pain for everyone.

Xie Mingcheng squatted in a bush of weeds, looking embarrassed, "Brother Diao, there is no danger now, why don't you go for a walk first."

‘Brother Diao’ tilted his head, not really understanding human speech.

It was the younger brother that Suzaku brought back from a 'friendly exchange' in the deep mountains and forests some time ago.

‘Brother Diao’ is proud and unruly! I didn't want to. But the Twoleg has good water. So it surrendered and became extinct not because it couldn't defeat Suzaku.

Xie Mingcheng held his head against the pain, which was even more uncomfortable than the pain in his buttocks. I wonder who can pull it off if they are watched relieving themselves.

"Mingcheng, are you okay? Dinner is ready." Zhao Wumian's voice came from outside the grass.

Shiting is not easy, Mingcheng sighed. I had no choice but to lift my pants and tie my belt.

Xie Mingcheng walked out of the grass with a look of sorrow and indignation, and the three-foot-tall eagle walked out behind him, swaying and looking not very smart.

As soon as he came out, he was greeted by everyone's attention. Zhao Zheng threw a branch into the fire, narrowed his eyes slightly, and recalled: "I once heard that General Ji mentioned that the Huns trained eagles."

"You need to steal the young eagles quietly while the mother eagle is out. They have been trained emotionally since childhood. Even if they fly in the wild, they may not all fly back to the Huns."

Zhao Wumian looked at the man and the bird who were about to put on a pair of trousers, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Because the father and son were in a superior position outside, he did not say anything rashly.

Under the tree, the lieutenant who finished combing the horse's mane put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly: "Old Zhao, did you remember wrongly? Look at this eagle, he almost recognizes Ming Cheng as his father, hahaha."

"Fuck you, I'm in my prime, how could I remember it wrong?" Zhao Zheng directly picked up a wooden stick and threw it at him.

The deputy general dodged quickly and looked at the golden eagle thoughtfully. Then he and Zhao Zheng looked at each other. The two of them cooperated tacitly, so there was no need to say anything.

Zhao Zheng waved to Xie Mingcheng, and the three of them left the camp, discussing how to maximize the role of the golden eagle.

......

There are many shops on both sides of the street, and the rising sun shines on the blue bricks and black tiles, or on the eaves of the pavilions, adding a sense of beauty to the entire Linyuan City.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is also the day before the provincial examination. Scholars traveling alone or in groups go to the public notice list of Gongyuan to check which door they will enter the examination room through tomorrow.

The sounds of buying and selling, shouting, and bargaining on the street could be heard. The scent of osmanthus and various delicacies mixed with the smell of sweat from passers-by fills your nose.

A rich young man dressed in silk, with a folding fan in one hand and a snuff bottle in the other. If you pass by someone who smells sweaty, you should remove the stopper from the snuff bottle and take a whiff close to the tip of your nose.

After watching the fortune-telling stall, Xie Zhushu and his party continued to move forward.

Xie Zhushu recalled the old woman at the stall just now, asking whether her son would pass high school.

He shook his head and said: "I really don't know what those people who ask for fortune telling think. They are not willing to change their clothes when they are almost washed out, but paying for fortune telling is very generous."

If fortune telling can really predict a person's life based on their horoscopes, spending a little money can change their luck.

As for the fortune teller, why not be the first to change his own?

"One collects money to make a living, and the other seeks comfort. People who are still hesitant at first listen to fortune tellers saying that they can do it, but they will succeed if they work hard."

Xie Lin expressed his own views on fortune tellers. There was an oil paper bag hanging on his finger, which contained half a large meat bun that was too big to eat.

The person facing me was holding a white porcelain lotus pattern snuff bottle in his hand and sneered:

"Where did you come from, little beggar? According to what you said, those who seek wealth only need to have a strong belief to make it come true. All the merchant families in Linyuan don't have to live anymore."

The man's voice was so loud that people around him raised eyebrows.

What the big businessman and hawker thought was just like what the man said. Who doesn’t want to get rich, but can getting rich be achieved just by thinking about it?