Master National Teacher is motionless

Chapter 9 Ambush from All Sides
"It's nothing."

Lin Lan shook her head slightly, and asked again: "How long has Yan Sanniang been at your house?"

Fan Qingyao knelt on the ground, lowered her head slightly, and then said in a low voice: "Madam... I came to the house not long after my 15th birthday, and it has been more than three years."

Lin Lan could tell that she also hated Yan Sanniang in her heart. After all, an outsider occupied the magpie's nest and made the whole family slaves, how could she not hate it?
But in the face of Yan Sanniang and other demon practitioners, mortals are naturally unable to resist.

Yan Sanniang has been in the county guard's mansion for more than three years, and she must have gained a lot of power. Even if she is not in front of her, this young lady dare not say a bad word.

"Being a maid for more than three years, I guess you haven't had a good rest."

Lin Lan said casually: "I don't need you to do anything here, you can go and rest."

Fan Qingyao hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but said: "Master, you should let me stay, otherwise Madam might blame me, and Qingyao doesn't know how to repay you for saving my family."

"alright."

Lin Lan didn't care, "If you want to stay, you can stay, and stand up first."

Only then did Fan Qingyao stand up and asked, "Then...does Qingyao need to do anything?"

"It seems that there is nothing for you to do." Lin Lan thought for a while and asked, "What do you know?"

Fan Qingyao thought for a while and said, "I can squeeze your shoulders and beat your legs. It's not hot now. If it's hot, I can fan you for a whole day. Hmm... Frost's coming soon, I I can also warm your bed."

Lin Lan raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at this weak-looking lady from the official family. She had the temperament of a lady, but she had already accepted the maidservant's life. It seemed that she was used to bowing her head long ago.

He knew that this kind of mentality would not be reversed for a while, so he said: "I don't need it for the time being, what else do you have? You are a lady, shouldn't you know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

Fan Qingyao was taken aback, then lowered her head, and said sadly: "I used to do it, but I haven't touched it much in the past few years."

"What do you like best?" Lin Lan asked.

Fan Qingyao thought for a while and said, "I like Qin and Pipa."

Lin Lan groaned and asked, "Will it still be true now?"

"I'm afraid it's a lot unfamiliar." Fan Qingyao shook her head.

Lin Lan said: "Anyway, I have nothing to do, so you can play a few songs and listen to them."

"My qin hasn't been maintained and tuned for a long time, I'm afraid the sound of the qin has changed." Fan Qingyao said: "The pipa is easier to handle, how about I play some pipa songs for you, young master?"

"It's all right."

……

Half an hour later, Fan Qingyao knelt and sat opposite Lin Lan, holding a five-string sandalwood pipa in her arms, lightly flicking the ivory shaft, and after trying the tone a few times, she looked up at Lin Lan and asked : "I don't know what song the young master wants to hear?"

Lin Lan was just killing time, and didn't care what she played, so she said, "Just do what you're good at."

Fan Qingyao asked softly: "How is the young master feeling now?"

"Feeling?"

Lin Lan sat lazily on the chair and said, "I'm in a bad mood. I'm a little bored, a little lonely, and a little confused. I may want to kill someone recently, but I don't think it's enough to kill someone."

"Murder?" Fan Qingyao was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Master, you are such a person who can tell right from wrong, the person you want to kill should be a wicked person, right?"

"Yes." Lin Lan nodded lightly, "It's just a human heart, the more you see it, the harder it will become, and you will gradually turn a blind eye to people and things that were unbearable in the past."

"Young master has the heart to eliminate evil, which is a good thing."

Fan Qingyao held the pipa in her arms, thought for a while, and then said softly: "I have a martial art piece in my family, which may suit the young master's heart, but I haven't played it for a long time, it may be a little rusty, I hope the young master will forgive me."

Lin Lan nodded and said nothing.

Fan Qingyao held the pipa in her arms and thought about it for a while, then she lowered her head and closed her eyes, stroking the strings with her fingertips, began to fiddle and tickle, and began to play.

Just listen to the prelude, and after several times of more and more eager brushing, the sound of the piano is just finished, and the meaning of gold and iron horses rushes in, the first sound catches people, and the killing intent rises, just like the beating of drums before the battle, gradually exciting and exciting.

Lin Lan was lazily leaning on the chair, half-closed his eyes, ready to enjoy the performance of the ancients, but when he heard the prelude to this pipa piece, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"This is……"

He watched Fan Qingyao play the piece with lowered eyebrows, and listened carefully, his heart became more and more suspicious, and he couldn't help but slowly recall the memories of this life.

After awakening the memory of the previous life, it was like experiencing the previous life again, but the memory of this life was much blurred and far away.

At this time, in the sound of this familiar song, he gradually recalled a lot.

The memories of the previous life and this life are also echoed one by one.

After a while, the music stopped abruptly.

Fan Qingyao opened her eyes in embarrassment, and said apologetically, "My lord, I'm sorry, I haven't played this piece for a long time, and I forgot the score behind it."

Lin Lan was silent for a while, but said: "The next step should be...Gong Chi Gong, Liu Gong, Wu Liu Gong, Chi Chi, Yi Chi, B Si, together."

Fan Qingyao was startled, thought about it for a while, and couldn't help but said in surprise: "That's true, I didn't expect Mr. Lin to learn this song?"

It is quite normal to know the music notation. For those who love music, this is a basic skill. However, this piece of music has been passed down for hundreds of years, and it is relatively rare to know this ancient score.

Lin Lan didn't answer, but asked, "What's the name of this song?"

"You don't know?" Fan Qingyao gave Lin Lan a strange look, and said, "This famous song is naturally 'House of Flying Daggers'."

"really……"

Lin Lan murmured, and then asked: "Who is the person who composed the music?"

"The person who composed the music." Fan Qingyao said: "This song is an ancient song more than 800 years ago. There are legends that it was composed by Tang Tianyuan, the first national teacher of our Dayu, and it is also said that it is the third disciple of the national teacher. , composed by that master of temperament, qin sage 'Xiao Xuanxin'."

She paused, "However, the most rumored one is that before the Grand Master led his army to fight the Yuanshui War with Nanqi, he played this piece casually while drinking before the battle, and it was recorded by the qin sage , and that’s how the famous song Flying Daggers came out.”

"National teacher, Tang Tianyuan..." Lin Lan silently read the name.

The experience of this life that was suppressed by the memory of the previous life gradually became clear as if the layer of sealed dust had been wiped away.

He also thought of the history of the country 'Da Yu', and the record of 'Tang Tianyuan', the first national teacher of Dayu in the history books.

800 years ago, when the world was in turmoil, Tang Tianyuan was born and helped Taizu Yu to unify the world. He became the national teacher of Dayu with the merits of Conglong. Reform, cutting down mountains and destroying temples... various policies and systems made Dayu's national power stronger and stronger. He died of illness in Shenwu 12 years at the age of 71.

The world must be divided for a long time, and Dayu has experienced many turmoil. In the past 800 years, the territory has long been divided, and it can barely protect itself, but the reputation of this great master is still spread throughout the world.

National teacher, emperor teacher, king of different surnames, poet sage, craftsman god, literary master, temperament master, founder of Tianyuan arithmetic, founder of Renzong...there are countless titles, and the number of works left behind is outrageous.

Even invented mahjong, mosquito coils, chicken essence, gunpowder and so on.

"Before me, there were still traversers..."

"Tsk...the main character of Shuangwen..."

Lin Lan just substituting in a little bit, feeling a little refreshed, and couldn't help but take a breath of cool air.

No wonder the climate is hotter now than it was 800 years ago. Presumably, this ancestor of the traveler pretended to be aggressive all day long, which made the ancients 800 years ago gasping for air every day, forming a greenhouse effect...

"Master Lin, what's the matter?" Fan Qingyao asked in confusion.

Lin Lan was speechless for a while, then shook her head and said, "It's nothing, I just think that this first-generation national teacher is very... formidable."

That's right, he has forgotten many poems, novels, knowledge inventions, etc., but this ancestor of the traveler knows quite a few, even if he is placed on the earth, he is at least a Zhihu expert who knows a little bit.

"Of course, the first generation of the national teacher is an unprecedented genius, the pride of our Dayu."

Fan Qingyao nodded in agreement, then sighed: "Unfortunately, when my father saw that I had a talent for music and aptitude for cultivation, he also said that when I grew up, he would send me to the Chonghua Academy in Chonghua, the imperial capital. If you are admitted to the Chonghua Academy, you may still have the hope of joining the Renzong created by the first master of the National Teacher, but..."

She didn't continue her words, but Lin Lan knew what she wanted to say, since Yan Sanniang came, naturally she would not be allowed to leave.

(End of this chapter)