Gu Chi stared at Shen Tang nervously.
She was afraid that her master would do something inappropriate. When she sobered up, she would definitely remember it.
but-
Gu Chi stared at him for a long while, but the latter remained motionless like a mountain.
He was used to his lord's noisy thoughts, but now he was uncomfortable with the silence. Thinking back to the earth-shaking thoughts at the banquet, he was not sure if his lord would remember it after getting drunk.
After careful consideration, he said something to comfort her: "My lord, are you still feeling distressed?"
Shen Tang finally responded. She stood straight with her upper body still, but tilted her head slightly and asked with her peripheral vision.
Gu Chi said: "... that is Xun Hanzhang..."
Shen Tang asked indifferently: "Why should you feel sorry for him?"
Gu Chi: "... I don't feel sorry for Xun Hanzhang, I feel sorry for the gold he spent. But now the world is in chaos, the situation in the northwest is turbulent, we can take advantage of this battle to recuperate for two or three years. But since we are in this world, we can't stay out of it. Sooner or later, we will be dragged into the quagmire of war. Xun Hanzhang's ability cannot be buried, which means that my lord will..."
Shen Tang said calmly: "The fortune is very limited."
Gu Chi: “…”
His master was so calm that he was not used to it.
There were ghosts howling not long ago.
Shen Tang's expression was as cold and calm as the bright moon in the sky, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"Gold and silver are just vulgar things. They can only be exchanged for three meals a day, fine clothes and wealth. Without them, you won't starve to death."
As the head of a county, her food, clothing, and housing were all taken care of by the government, and she could even earn enough to eat, so she didn't need to spend any money at all.
It doesn’t make much difference whether you have fortune or not.
Gu Chi stared blankly for a few breaths when he heard this.
He bowed and said jokingly: "My lord is open-minded, I am not as good as you."
Shen Tang pursed his lips and added.
"It's not me who's feeling bad anyway."
Gu Chi: “…”
Shen Tang suddenly changed his indifferent and cold expression, his eyes slightly smiled, as if the moonlit veil was stained with a little bit of dizziness: "Anyway, after I sober up, the other me will feel sad for me."
Gu Chi was almost speechless: "My Lord, you..."
Shen Tang: "We are all alone, what are you afraid of?"
Gu Chi: “…not afraid.”
Shen Tang didn't comment, then remembered something and smiled, "I was a bit naughty when I was young, I hope Chao will bear with me."
Gu Chi: "... Chi has a question."
Shen Tang said: "You ask."
Gu Chi asked directly: "How old is the lord now?"
He was the one who knew the most secrets of Shen Tang among all his subordinates, and he also knew that this lord had a close relationship with the Gongxi tribe. However, his lord had no impression of this.
The person in front of me seems steady. I wonder how much he still remembers
Shen Tang shook his head slightly: "I don't remember..."
Seeing Gu Chi's expression of disbelief, she took the initiative to explain.
"… I can't remember anything… But I can be sure that she is more mature than me when I was a teenager, so she should be older than her."
Gu Chi: “…”
Excuse me for being blunt, but he didn't think the lord in front of him was any more mature than the one who wasn't drunk. The lord in front of him was the one who would draw his sword and kill people if he didn't agree with him. Didn't he stand up for Chu Yao before and threatened to chop off Chu Jie's head
Having few facial expressions does not mean being mentally mature.
But it’s hard to start complaining about these things.
He was afraid that the other party would get angry and stab him with a sword.
Gu Chi: "Yesterday's day cannot be kept. If you don't remember it, then don't remember it. In our hearts, the lord will always be the lord, and that is enough. But lord, you drank too much today, you should go back to the tent to rest earlier, instead of blowing the night wind here. If you catch a cold accidentally, Chu Wuhui will hold you accountable, and I will have to pay for it." He unconsciously used the tone he used to coax his younger brothers and sisters.
Shen Tang said: "It's not the night wind."
Gu Chi: "Is it to sober up?"
Shen Tang shook his head and opened the red cloth wine seal with one hand.
Said: "No, I came to commemorate a friend."
"Who are you honoring?"
How could his master, who was obsessed with work, have time to expand his circle of friends? Gu Chi couldn't lock on a target for a while.
Shen Tang revealed the answer: "Yan Xingning."
This answer was completely beyond Gu Chi's expectations: "Yan Xingning? Yan An? When did this person become the lord's friend?"
"We share the same ideals, so how can we not be friends?"
Gu Chi also had some understanding of Yan An, and at this moment he could not help but sigh: "What a pity - the outside world has misunderstood him a lot."
Shen Tang poured the wine on the ground: "In this world of turbidity, it is enough to have one or two people who understand him. I am the same."
Gu Chi agreed with the first half of the sentence but opposed the second half.
How come there are only one or two people in the world who understand their lord
With the Lord's... this indescribable physique, there will be more like-minded followers in the future, and they will not walk alone like Yan An. Gu Chi refuted in his heart, and then he saw the Lord stretched out his hand to him: "Do you have any musical instruments?"
Gu Chi: “…”
Ah, let’s just forget about it
Shen Tang raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's that look in your eyes?"
Gu Chi took a small step back, unnaturally: "Chi knows that the lord wants to play a funeral song to send Yan Xingning off, but funeral music is mostly for memorializing the deceased... Yan Xingning has also helped the lord, so let's not repay kindness with enmity, right?"
My Lord, this sad music comes out...
Directly jump from salvation to annihilation of the soul.
Shen Tang was annoyed: "Who told you to be naughty at this time? How could I not know my level of music theory? Give it to me!"
Gu Chi reluctantly contributed the piccolo.
Then-
The sound of the flute is as clear as a ray of cold light, loud and clear across the sky, breaking through the whistling north wind and blending into one with the moonlight of the sky, earth and sky.
Funeral music always carries a gray heaviness, with a feeling of reluctance and sadness, weighing down the heart. However, Gu Chi heard a bit of the open-mindedness and freedom in the unknown tune of the master's flute. Closing his eyes, he seemed to see a tall figure like a pine or bamboo, walking alone across the vast sea of clouds.
Covered in moonlight, I wave goodbye to this rolling dust.
When he came to his senses, the flute sound had already stopped.
Having lived in an environment of noise and viciousness for many years, he had never felt so light and relaxed as he did at this moment.
Gu Chi couldn't help but ask: "What is this tune called?"
"I don't remember. If I want to give it a proper name, I'll call it 'Soul Crossing'..." Shen Tang looked back at the border barrier and murmured, "Soul Crossing for Yan Xingning, and also for the heroic spirit who is sleeping here forever. I just hope there will be no more disputes in this land."
Gu Chi's eyebrows softened: "That's difficult - but at least, the lord is not like Yan Xingning who travels alone -"
Shen Tang handed the piccolo back: "Thank you for your kind words."
At this moment, dots of morning sun halo painted the clouds orange, as if an invisible hand tore open a corner of the night, and more and more light joined in, slowly and steadily expanding along this gap, until the morning light jumped onto the mountain.
The two returned one after the other.
Gu Chi took advantage of the fact that his master was still drunk and asked a question that he had been curious about for half a night: "My lord, I have a question."
"you say."
"Why is the Lord's music theory normal?"
Shen Tang seemed to have fallen into a suspicious silence.
After a while, he finally said, "I only know this one song."
It’s simple, practice makes perfect.
Gu Chi: "Oh."
Change the subject tactfully.
If he continued to investigate, he was afraid that his lord would become angry and humiliated.
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