Chapter 248: Forced to come back

Chapter 248: Forced to come back

“S... Sanniang, how did you dig this thing out?”

Feng Tubie said somewhat stammeringly.

What Guan Ji was holding in her hand was the sword and pen she had lost in Yang'an Pass.

At that time, Guan Ji and Huang Wudie were fighting, and Feng Tubao took the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and put Guan Ji's beloved thing in his arms.

At that time, Feng Yong and Guan Ji were not as close as they are now. In Feng Tubeng's view, I can't get Guan Ji's people, and I can't get her heart. What's wrong with hiding her beloved thing for a while? ?

Can't a country boy have dreams?

So when Guan Ji came to borrow a knife and pen for the first time, he didn't return it. When he saw her looking for a knife and pen under the city wall the next day, he still didn't return it...

As for why he knew it was Guan Ji's favorite thing, of course it was because he had taken it out to play with more than once, and knew that the word "silver screen" engraved on it was Guan Ji's name.

Also, after Guan Ji lost her knife and pen, she went to look for it under the city wall for a long time the next day. It was not something she loved, so how could she be so interested in it?

 Guan Ji glanced at Feng Yong and said quietly, "I just listened to the few lines my brother read. It seems to be Yuefu, right?"

"Yuefu? Oh, yes, Yuefu, I like Yuefu, hehe..."

Yuefu poetry is a popular poetry genre in the Han Dynasty. Li Bai's "Changgan Xing" was written in imitation of Yuefu.

Although there is still a bit of coolness in spring, Feng Tibi feels like he is sweating all over.

Guan Ji nodded and continued, "That's right. When I listened to my brother's article "The Road to Shu is Difficult" before, I thought it was like Yuefu, but I felt a little different. Today, it seems that "The Road to Shu is Difficult" is indeed Yuefu. undoubtedly."

“Ah, really? I forgot...”

Feng Yongqian laughed.

"Brother doesn't care about articles and knowledge, so it's normal for him to forget about it." Guan Ji said with a dull face, stroking the knife and pen in her hand, "Otherwise, "The Road to Shu is Difficult" would not be only half a fragment."

"Brother just told me that what I heard from Taishou Ma was only fragmentary articles, so I thought that instead of asking my brother and letting him make all kinds of excuses, I would rather come to his room and see if he had any written articles. Unexpectedly, I turned this knife and pen inside out, do you think it was a coincidence or not?"

“Really? Such a coincidence?”

Feng Yong's face was full of tears, and he no longer knew how to continue.

“It’s such a coincidence.”

Guan Ji put the knife and pen on the table, then walked behind Feng Yong, sat him down, put her hands on his shoulders, and said softly, "Brother, are you tired of taking that horse to watch the workshop?" Little sister, give me a squeeze on your shoulders."

“Oh, I’m not tired...oh...”

Feng Yong was flattered. Just after he said he was not tired, he suddenly felt as if his shoulders were being pushed back, and he couldn't help but let out a long moan.

“Brother, please don’t scream so loudly, others may misunderstand you. When my little sister first learned martial arts, it was much more painful than this.”

Guan Ji whispered in Feng Yong's ear, her breath was like blue, but she didn't let go of her hands, "My little sister remembers that my brother promised to recite the entire article "The Road to Shu is Difficult" to my little sister. It’s been so long, I wonder if brother has thought about it?”

“Think about it, think about it!”

Feng Tibio nodded repeatedly, not daring to waste a moment, and enunciated the words like pearls, "The male flies and the female flies around the forest..."

Guan Ji spat, "Just go to the next sentence."

“Okay, let’s go straight to the next sentence. The next sentence is, I also heard Zigui singing about the moon at night, worrying about the empty mountain...”

“Sword Pavilion... uh... Sword Mountain is so majestic and Cui Wei, one man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it..."

It feels like my mind has never been so clear-headed. Even if there are mistakes or omissions, Feng Yong can correct them immediately.

“Sanniang…”

Feng Yong tried to turn around, but found that the hands on his shoulders were powerless.

I could only hear Guan Ji sighing deeply, "Such a majestic article, even though it is inconsistent with Yuefu in some places, it still deserves to be a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation."

“Really? I think it’s good too.”

Feng Yong said shamelessly.

“Then recite it again.”

With that said, Guan Ji turned around, took the pen and ink, and sat opposite Feng Yong. It seemed that she was ready to write this article down.

Feng Yong had no choice but to recite it again.

"This article seems to have been written from the north to Shu. My brother must have traveled to many places when he disappeared last year, right?"

After finishing writing, Guan Ji blew it carefully, looked at Feng Yong, and asked.

"It wasn't written by me," Feng Yong shook his head, "it was written by someone named Li Bai."

“Even the little sister can’t get the truth from her brother?”

Guan Ji lowered her eyes and said softly.

Feng Yong said anxiously, "Sanniang, this article is serious..."

Seeing Guan Ji raise her head, with pleading in her quiet eyes, Feng Tubao's heart suddenly softened, and the words on his lips became, "Okay, I did write it at that time."

After hearing this, Guan Ji smiled, with a trace of love in her eyes. She stood up and walked over, leaned down, and touched Feng Yong's face with her right hand.

Her voice was only heard softly, "Although I am not as talented as my brother, I can still hear that what my brother wrote in this article is about the pain he suffered when he fell ill last year."

As he spoke, Guan Jiman's voice was heard singing softly: "The people who are guarding or robbing relatives turn into wolves and jackals. Avoid tigers in the morning and snakes at night; grind their teeth to **** blood, and kill people like hemp..."

“These few sentences, do you think the brother is walking in the mountains?”

“Although Jincheng is happy, it’s better to return home early. When my brother said this, he must have regarded Jincheng as a sad place, and then wanted to take his uncle and aunt back to his ancestral home?”

Feng Tubou's cheap parents in this life, one died in battle and the other drowned in a river. In the end, Liu Bei rewarded land, cattle and slaves because of guilt in his heart.

So the sentence "Jincheng is full of music" sounds a bit ironic at this time.

Feng Tubiao raised his head in shock, watching the person in front of him forcefully complete the meaning of the poem for him. He was so impressed by Guan Ji's imagination that he almost couldn't help shouting 666...

“Brother, why are you looking at my little sister like this? Little sister, is that right?”

 Guan Ji couldn't stand Feng Tibi's look.

“No, that’s right, that’s right.”

Feng Yong suddenly held Guan Ji's hands and said, "Sanniang, you sang so beautifully just now. Can you sing it to me again?"

Yuefu Yuefu, isn’t it just for singing?

The beautiful woman sings softly, which is intoxicating.

Feng Tubie suddenly felt, so what if he admitted this matter? As long as Guan Ji can sing and listen to him like this, there is no harm in copying a dozen or dozens more songs!

Guan Ji was startled. She read this article and tried to judge others by herself. She felt that her brother was really suffering at that time, and she wanted to comfort him.

I didn’t expect that this matter has been going on for so long. It seems that my brother has looked away from it a long time ago. Instead, I read the article to grieve for others, making my brother laugh.

Moreover, with the way my brother looks like this, he doesn’t want to mention the sad things anymore.

(End of this chapter)

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