Chapter 597: Time is running out
It was dinner time when Liu Ji walked into the house dejectedly.
Qin Yao asked him: "Where did you go?"
It would have been fine if she hadn't asked. As soon as she asked, Liu Ji immediately became angry. "I just went to the Lotus Courtyard to look for some manuscripts written by my teacher, but I found out that his father had had even a piece of straw paper looted by the black knights at some point!"
Liu Ji was very surprised. "Madam, who are those black riders to the prince? They are so powerful that I don't even know when they will come back to collect the loot."
Qin Yao sometimes really doubted Liu Ji's intelligence. She raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the school. "The Black Cavalry left, but there is still one person who stayed."
Liu Ji looked in the direction she pointed, and reacted instantly. He slapped his thigh fiercely, "You are so good, Zhen Yubai!"
He immediately called Awang to rush to the school and get back the teacher's manuscripts.
Awang arrived in time, but his mouth said cruel words, "Master, you can't get it even if you go, so stay for dinner."
Liu Ji glared: "Why can't I, a proud disciple, get my teacher's manuscript?"
Awang calmly analyzed, "Zhen Yubai went to the Lotus Courtyard the night before yesterday. Now a day and a night have passed. The manuscript has already been moved. It would be useless for you to go there now."
etc!
Liu Ji looked at Awang standing in front of him and Qin Yao who was sitting lazily in the main room eating fruit in astonishment, "Do you know?"
Awang said nothing and looked at Qin Yao. He was just following orders. The lady did not say anything about stopping Zhen Yubai.
Although he knew that those manuscripts might be a little important to the master, but! The lady didn't say!
Qin Yao calmly drank a sip of tea to relieve the greasy taste of the fruit and nodded, "I know, I also know that those manuscripts don't have any important content."
Liu Ji understood the truth, "But that's just a wish." He glanced at her resentfully, as if she was wrong for not reminding him.
Qin Yao sneered and pointed at Liu Ji, "You should blame yourself. Zhen Yubai kept so much time before. Since you think those manuscripts are important, you should have taken them back first."
Liu Ji: “.”
Forget it, let’s eat!
The little episode about the manuscript passed during a harmonious dinner.
After dinner, Si Niang grunted and brought the seven-stringed zither given to her by her uncle, and held Liu Ji tightly, refusing to let him go, asking her father to teach her to play the zither.
How could Liu Ji be like this? Before, Gong Liangliao forced him to learn the six arts of a gentleman, and he could only persist in one of them.
He was forced by Gong Liangliao to inherit his legacy and had no choice but to resist, so he learned this.
Of course, the village did not have the conditions for the other items. For example, there were horses for the chariots, but they were chariots, which were controlled by the imperial army. Qin Yao could not find them even if she had money.
As for this zither, it is included in the details of "Music", and I am completely in the dark about it.
But seeing his daughter's expectant eyes, the old father was too proud to say the word "can't", so he had to bite the bullet and sit down, pick up the music score and pretend to look at it.
I was lucky that my junior brother forced me to read many books. Although I had zero practical experience, my theoretical experience was more than enough to fool an eight-year-old child.
It was that chaotic piano sound that made the whole family look confused, like an old man on the subway looking at his phone.
Erlang asked weakly, "Dad, are you sure you play the zither with one finger?"
Sanlang was very direct. He covered his ears and glared at his old father, "Dad, can you please stop playing? It's more annoying than the buzzing of a mosquito."
Liu Ji said "Hey", picked up the music sheet and slapped the three guys on the buttocks, "If you don't understand, shut up. This is called tuning. You little brat, you know nothing. If the notes are not tuned correctly, how can the music sound good?"
Sanlang covered his butt and shrank behind his mother in grievance. Although his father's piano playing was not good, he still wanted to join in the fun.
Dalang did not express any opinion and gave his father enough face.
Just looking at my mother calmly drinking tea and eating melon seeds, and humming a tune with her legs crossed, I couldn't help but admire her.
A'niang could listen to such unpleasant piano music without changing her expression. She is really amazing.
Little did he know that cotton had already been stuffed into his ears beneath his temple hair.
Liu Ji and Si Niang played their zithers all night long, and the whole mountain was filled with the sound of "duangduang".
No one knew how the villagers reacted, but Zhen Yubai, who was separated from Qin Yao's home by a low hill, was about to explode!
His five senses were already sharper than those of ordinary people, and he had difficulty falling asleep at night. When he was disturbed by the sound of the piano, he became even more awake.
If he had not heard it with his own ears, he would not have believed that there could be someone in this world who is so stupid about the piano. He has been playing for such a long time but still has no idea how to play it. His playing is so random and the sound is so terrible.
But this person is still ignorant and unaware, disturbing his neighbors without knowing it.
But it's also strange, how could there be a family with a piano in this mountain village?
Looking in the direction where the piano sound came from, it turned out to be coming from the village chief's house.
Zhen Yubai stood in the open space of the school, gazing at the candlelit courtyard across the street. He automatically ignored the discordant noise, and frowned slightly when he remembered something.
When delivering all the manuscripts written by Gong Liangliao in Lianyuan, he 'accidentally' saw the letter paper that the spy took off the pigeon's foot.
I don't know to whom this letter was sent, but it was passed here for him to see.
[Since arriving in Beijing, my old illness has relapsed, and I am also suffering from heart disease and depression. I am afraid I don’t have much time left.]
In short, after reading the letter, the spy asked him to draw a blueprint of the Lotus Courtyard and send it back, trying to build an identical Lotus Courtyard in the capital to save Yu Ji.
This was also the last task assigned to him by his superiors. After completing this, he would have nothing to do with the Eastern Palace anymore.
The blueprint is easy to draw, Zhen Yubai has already drawn it and sent it out.
It's funny that today is the day when he is free from all the constraints, but he feels a little uncomfortable.
Fortunately, I still have a job as a teacher. I will slowly experience it in the future and I think I will find something that interests me.
The piano music from the opposite side finally stopped. Zhen Yubai let out a long sigh, turned back into the house, changed his clothes that had been wet by the drizzle, and lay down on the bed.
Before falling asleep, all kinds of thoughts were running through my mind, and I remembered how I fell into a rocky ravine and was rescued last winter.
The driver and the horse were both dead, and he thought he would die too. Unexpectedly, the heavy carriage was easily lifted up by someone, saving him from the narrow ditch.
By this calculation, he still owed these people half his life.
Let's go to the village chief's house after class tomorrow. Thinking of this, my chaotic thoughts finally calmed down and I fell asleep peacefully.
Once the spring rain starts, it lasts for at least a month, intermittently, with sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy weather.
After Zhen Yubai finished a day's teaching and sent all the students away, a drizzle began to fall from the sky again.
He locked the door, opened an umbrella, and slowly walked towards the courtyard on the north slope.
(End of this chapter)
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