Chapter 320

September is the time when the frost is cold, the dew is cold, and the laurel is fragrant.

Early in the morning, the whole Daming street was surrounded tightly. The nobles who wanted to see the excitement booked the restaurants on both sides of Daming street early. Sitting in the elegant room on the second floor and looking out, you can see the street view below.

Ye Tangcai and uncle Chu came to an elegant room on the second floor of the stewed flavor world. When they looked out, they saw that the people below were crowded together on both sides of the street. Daming street is wide, long and straight. It extends all the way. Ye Tangcai can hardly see the end.

Ye Tangcai just stood by the window and looked at it.

Uncle Chu was sitting at the round table in a very complicated mood.

He was afraid of war and felt that his family should not go this way again. But he also knew that he was sorry for liezu Liezong and felt guilty.

But no matter how guilty he was, he didn't want his son to repeat the mistakes and recall the cruel battlefield.

Chu yunpan was really happy to be the No. 1 scholar in high school. Although he still felt sorry for liezu and Liezong, he felt that this road would not be wrong. If we continue to go to the battlefield, we will only usher in endless failures.

It never occurred to me that the most promising son had gone on an expedition. He was sad and desperate and felt that Chu Yun couldn't come back.

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

Uncle Chu sat at the table, the whole man was stunned, and his heart was full of confusion.

Today, only ye Tangcai, uncle Chu and Chu Feiyang came. The Qin clan and Chu Miaoshu didn't come, and Chu Miaoshu was not allowed to come, but Jiang Xinxue came.

Uncle Chu looked up and saw that Qin's mother and daughter didn't come, so he pursed his lips. In fact, he can't come, but he can't control it and wants to watch.

"Haige'er, eat this lotus seed soup." The full moon puts a small bowl of lotus seed soup in front of Jiang Xinxue.

Jiang Xinxue took Chu Xuehai and fed him little by little, but she couldn't help glancing at Ye Tang. If Chu Feiyang hadn't come and ye Tangcai was here again, she wouldn't come.

"Who can I show you dressed up?" Jiang Xinxue sneered and whispered.

The full moon's mouth smoked. Who can see it? Naturally, I want to show it to the third master.

Ye Tangcai played it by heart today. Wearing a deep red upper Ru, below is a light red chest length Ru skirt, with a big knot tied with a ribbon on the chest, a red pendant hanging down, and a peach flower Buyao with colored glass and golden tassels on the head.

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

"It seems that the imperial court asked me to hang it. It looks good." Huiran said.

Ye Tangcai frowned slightly and waited on the windowsill.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, bursts of warm cheers suddenly rang out not far away: "ah, general Chu is back!"

The screams downstairs went higher and higher. Ye Tangcai and huiran looked down.

Waves of cheers and screams came to my face. The people cheered with emotion. The crowd was raging. The soldiers crossed their long guns and stopped the excited people.

I saw a long army downstairs, all dressed in iron armor, riding horses from a distance, with the spirit of retreating from the battlefield and the excitement of winning back to Beijing.

"Girl, it's the third master! Third master! Cluck! " Qiuju shouted excitedly.

Ye Tangcai almost leaned out. He saw a slender and cold man in silver armor sitting on a tall horse and walking slowly.

The people below are crowded with colorful flowers and colorful flags. Ye Tangcai looks down like this and only hears a lot of cheers from the whole Changming street.

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

But even so, she was very excited.

Today's day, I had been looking forward to it for a long time. She was fascinated to see him become famous and full of attention. It's just that ye Tangcai doesn't think it's clear enough.

"Oh, come over there!" Qiuju and huiran also crowded here, and other servant girls who followed to watch the excitement also crowded here.

"Girl, girl, look! Leave without looking! " Autumn orange said, looking back, but saw several servant girls pouring in front of the window, and there was no leaf Tangcai. Qiuju turned back and looked into the private room: "girl? Where's the girl? "

Huiran looked back and was surprised to see ye Tangcai.

The whole Changming street was full of cheers.

Chu yunpan sat on the horse and led the troops through the crowd without emotion. The young man was dressed in silver armor and looked cold, handsome and gorgeous. The noble women who came upstairs to watch, looking at such a beautiful young general, were both excited and shy.

"Third Master, the emperor has set up a triumphant platform in front! Lead all civil and military officials to pick it up! " Yu Yang is excited behind.

"Yes!" Chu yunpan picked up his sword eyebrow and raised his high spirited smile. But I looked at the windows of the restaurants around me, but I saw a colorful flag floating, and I couldn't see the people I wanted to see.

"Third Master, it's crowded. We can't see it. Let's go quickly." Yuhan road.

Chu yunpan pursed his lips, disappointed.

This is his most beautiful day!

Dormant for 18 years, for this day.

When he was a child, his life was very monotonous and was ridiculed and ignored by others.

As a concubine of his family, and his aunt died early, he was born in a brothel. He knew that he was inferior to ordinary concubines.

Later, his family fell, and he was as cheap as mud in the Chu family. Anyone can trample on it at will.

He learned to be patient and silent, because only in this way can others not find fun from bullying him.

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

In the past, he yearned to be a general. He always thought that as long as he grew up, he could go to Yingcheng and gallop on the battlefield with his elders. But the family was down and didn't even have a chance to go there. Dad let him study all day and said no one was allowed to go there.

Later, he met two lights. The first was Liang Wang and the second was ye Tangcai.

At the age of twelve, he learned to play the piano with his teacher in school with all his classmates.

The master was in a bad mood that day, so he deliberately said he played the wrong tune and punished him to stand in front of the Academy with his piano in both hands.

It was his twelfth birthday at that time, and it was also November, the winter wax month. His hands were so cold that he couldn't feel it. Qin slipped and fell to the ground and broke in two.

That's the piano of the Academy. He can't afford to pay for it, and even if his family has money, they won't help him pay for it.

At that time, his mood was not much afraid, 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 Golden Boot stepped out, fell to the ground, and splashed mud mixed with snow water: "you have soiled the king's boots."

Looking up, I saw a deep purple noble Python robe, a Fur Trimmed sable cloak, a charming and indifferent handsome face, slightly tilted his head, long black jade like hair rinsed down, and a pair of eyes that were obviously cold to the extreme, but with a little warmth, fell on him gently.

"I can't afford it." He only said these three words faintly to state a fact.

In front of me was a set of stone chairs covered with snow.

The man gently pulled away the snow from a stone chair, then sat down and suddenly said, "can you play the thirteen keys of Qiao Ling?"

"Never heard of it." Chu yunpan said coldly.

At this time, the attendant behind the man came forward and handed a banana tail piano. The man in purple put it on his knee and gently pulled it out.

It was a very soft song, but it was transferred 13 times, from high to low, and then from low to high, which inherited the very tricky combination. There is no very passionate emotion in the song, only continuous sobbing, but all heartbroken and broken feelings, empty silence and loneliness. At the last tone, it is sad to set zero.

"This is the thirteenth tune of Joling." The man in purple said faintly“ If you learn, this piano will be given to you. "

He scoffed, walked over, took the piano, sat cross legged on the snow and put the piano on his lap.

After trying two notes, the song just now flowed out of his fingertips. There is no heartbreak and emotion in the song, but none of those tones is wrong. In his piano sound, there is only the paleness and blankness of all things.

The man in purple raised his black eyebrow: "this talent is really... Ha ha, good."

A digression

I'm sorry, I'm really tired during this period. It's even less