Family Has a Concubine

In September, it is the time when frost and dew are cold and Langui is fragrant.

Early this morning, the entire Daming Street was tightly enclosed, and the nobles who wanted to see the excitement had booked the restaurants on both sides of Daming Street early. Sitting in the private room on the second floor, looking out, you can see the street view below.

Ye Tangcai and Uncle Chu came to a private room on the second floor of Zuiwei Tianxia. When they looked out, they saw the people below crowded together on both sides of the street. Daming Street is wide, long and straight, extending all the way forward, and Ye Tangcai can hardly see the end.

Ye Tangcai just stood by the window and watched.

Uncle Chu sat at the round table, feeling very complicated.

He was afraid of war, and felt that his family should not take this path anymore. But he also knew that he was sorry for Liezu Liezong after taking the scientific examination, and he felt guilty in his heart.

But no matter how guilty he is, he doesn't want his son to repeat the same mistakes, and he doesn't want to recall all the cruel battlefields.

He was really happy when Chu Yun was the top pick in high school. Although he still felt sorry for Liezu Lie Zong, he felt that this path could not be wrong. If you continue on the battlefield, you will only usher in endless failures.

How could I think that this son who had been the most prosperous in the past, actually ran out for the expedition. He was sad and desperate, and felt that Chu Yun could not come back.

Unexpectedly, this son not only came back, but also came back with glory!

Uncle Chu sits at the table, his whole person is dumbfounded, and his heart is mixed.

Today, only Ye Tangcai, Uncle Chu and Chu Feiyang came. Qin and Chu Miaoshu did not come. Naturally, Chu Miaohua was not allowed to come, but Jiang Xinxue did.

Uncle Chu looked up, and saw that the mother and daughter of the Qin family were not here, so he pursed his lips. In fact, he didn't need to come, but he couldn't control it and wanted to come and watch.

"Brother Hai, eat this lotus soup." Fullyue put a small bowl of lotus soup in front of Jiang Xinxue.

Jiang Xinxue took Chu Xuehai and fed him bit by bit, and couldn't help but give Ye Tangcai a cold glance. Had it not been for Chu Feiyang to come and Ye Tangcai to be here again, she would not have been able to come.

"Who are dressed like a show, show it to someone." Jiang Xinxue sneered and muttered in a low voice.

The corners of Full Moon's mouth twitched, who can show it to San Ye naturally.

Ye Tangcai played it with heart today. Wearing a deep red upper skirt, underneath is a light red full-chested skirt, a big knot is tied with a ribbon on the chest, a red drape hangs down, and the hairpin is a Taohua Buyao with golden tassels hanging from glaze.

"Why are there so many flags?" Ye Tang looked out the window and found two flags on his window sill, fluttering in the wind.

"It seems that the court asked it to hang up, saying it looks good." Hui Ran said.

Ye Tangcai frowned slightly and waited on the windowsill.

After waiting for another two quarters of an hour, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers not far away: "Ah, General Chu is back!"

The screams downstairs were higher for a while, Ye Tangcai, Hui Ran and others looked down.

Cheers and screams rushed toward his face. The people were emotionally greeted, and the crowd was raging, and the soldiers crossed their spears to stop the excited people.

I saw a long army downstairs, all dressed in iron armor, coming from a distance on horseback, with the sigh of retreat from the battlefield, and the passion of winning and returning to Beijing.

"Girl, it's San Ye! San Ye! Gluck!" Qiu Ju exclaimed excitedly.

Ye Tang Cai almost leaned out half of his body, and saw a slender and stern person wearing silver armor sitting on a tall horse, walking slowly.

The people below were crowded with colorful flowers and colorful flags fluttering. Ye Tangcai looked down like this, listening to the cheering sound of the entire Changming Street.

Ye Tangcai looked down like this, but only saw a vague figure.

But even so, she was still very excited.

Today, I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and she will be fascinated by seeing him become famous. However, Ye Tangcai felt that it was not clear enough to look at it.

"Oh, I'm over there!" Qiu Ju and Hui Ran also squeezed over here, and other maids who followed to see the excitement also squeezed over.

"Girl, girl, look! Leave without looking!" Qiuju turned her head when she said, but she saw several maids rushing in front of the window, but Ye Tangcai was not seen. Qiu Ju turned around and looked in the private room: "Girl? Where's the girl?"

Huiran turned her head and couldn't see Ye Tangcai, which was also shocked.

The whole Changming Street cheered loudly.

Chu Yun was sitting on the horse, leading the army through the crowd with great affection. The young man was dressed in silver armor, and his appearance was cold, handsome and gorgeous. The ladies who came upstairs to watch looked at such a handsome young general. They were all excited and shy.

"San Ye, the emperor has set up a triumphal platform in front! Leading civil and military officials to pick it up!" Yuyang said excitedly behind.

"Yeah!" Chu Yun raised his sword eyebrows and smiled vigorously. He looked at the windows of the surrounding restaurants and restaurants, but saw a colorful flag fluttering, and I couldn't see the person I wanted to see.

"San Ye, people are crowded, we can't see, let's go." Yu Han said.

Chu Yunpan pursed his lips, a little disappointed in his heart.

This is his most beautiful day!

Dormant for eighteen years, for this day.

When he was young, his life was monotonous, and he was ridiculed and ignored by others.

As a concubine in the family, and his aunt died early, he was born in a brothel, he knew that he was even lower than the average concubine.

Later, his family fell into disrepair, and he was even more humble in Chu's house, and anyone could trample on him at will.

He learns to be patient and silent, because only in this way, no one will find pleasure from bullying him.

He doesn't know what he can do in this life.

In the past, he yearned to be a general, always thinking that as long as he grows up, he can go to Yingcheng, and then follow his elders on the battlefield. But the family was down, and there was no chance to go there. Dad kept him studying all day, saying that no one was allowed to go there.

Later, he encountered two lights, the first was King Liang, and the second was Ye Tangcai.

When he was twelve years old, he was in the school, and along with all his classmates, he learned to play the piano with the master.

The Master was in a bad mood that day, so he deliberately said that he had played a wrong tune and punished him to go to the gate of the academy and stand there with the piano in both hands.

It was his twelfth birthday at that time, and it was November, a cold winter. His hands were so cold that he couldn't feel it, and the Qin just slipped and fell to the ground, falling into two halves.

It was the piano from the academy, he couldn't afford it, and even if the family had money, he wouldn't pay for it.

At that time, he was not afraid of much, only indifferent, as if such bad luck should have happened to him. One more is not much, one less is not much.

At this time, a soft satin mosquito-dragon gold-patterned boot stepped out, and the broken piano that fell to the ground splashed with mud mixed with snow: "You, dirty my boots."

Looking up, I saw a deep purple noble python robe, a mink cloak with raw edges, a charming and indifferent and handsome face, tilted his head slightly, and his long black jade-like hair slid down, a pair of clear and cold. Zhiji's eyes, but with a little warmth, fell on him gently like that.

"Can't afford it." He only said these three words indifferently, stating a fact.

There was a set of stone benches in front of me, covered with snow.

The man gently pulled out the snow on a stone chair, then sat down, and suddenly said, "Will you play "The Thirteen Tune of Qiao Ling"?"

"Never heard it." Chu Yunpan said coldly.

At this time, the attendant behind the man stepped forward and handed a banana-tailed piano. The man in purple put it on his lap and flicked it gently.

It was a very soft tune, but thirteen times in a row, from high to low, and then from low to high, the transition was very tricky. There is no very passionate emotion in the song, only weeping and complaining, but it is full of heartbreak and love, loneliness and loneliness. The last tune is the zero adjustment.

"This is "The Thirteen Tune of Qiao Ling." The man in purple said lightly. "If you learn, this piano will be given to you."

He sneered, walked over, took the violin, and simply sat cross-legged on the snowy ground, putting the violin on his lap.

After trying two notes, the tune just now flowed from his fingertips. There is no heartbroken and lovelessness in the song, but none of the tones are wrong. In the sound of his piano, there is nothing but paleness and blankness.

The purple-clothed man raised his eyebrows: "This talent is really worthy of... hehe, not bad."

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Sorry, this period of time is really tired, and it will be a little bit less.