I'm a humble concubine. My acting skills are off the charts. You can check my performance.

Faced with Qilang's question, Shierlang didn't know the answer.

He just felt as if he had suddenly contracted a strange disease, wanting to ride the fastest horse and cut the enemy's neck with the fastest knife.

He couldn't explain why. He felt extremely depressed. Many emotions were mixed together in his small chest by his heart. He didn't know what he wanted to do at this moment.

he does not know.

Shichiro sat down beside him, half lying on his back and leaning against him.

The water of Tiangang River surged away, and the sound of water was endless. Suddenly, the wind blew, and the green peach blossoms danced with the wind, crossed the river, and flew onto the hems of the two people's clothes.

"Shierlang has grown up."

Twelve Lang doesn’t understand, but Seven Lang does.

Shierlang, the dumbest boy in their family, also has a lover.

The noble lady from the capital, although born out of wedlock, was raised in her aunt's courtyard since childhood and was well educated, otherwise her aunt would not have brought her back to Longxi.

In all likelihood, he wants to marry that cousin back to the Li family. It shouldn't be difficult for his silly brother to win the beauty.

Qillang was happy for Shillang. Although people said that the two had completely different personalities, family members always hoped that each other could get what they wanted.

"If the situation on that day was different and it was Shisiniang who was spied on, what would you do?"

Shi Erlang fell backwards and lay directly on the green ground: "I will probably rush over and drag Sun Dalang to a deserted place and beat him up."

"Then why did you lose your clarity of mind and attack in public when you met the fourth sister of the Zhao family?"

"You remember to protect Shisiniang's reputation by dragging her to a deserted place to beat her. How come you changed the person and your behavior?"

"How come I don't know that Li's twelfth son has two styles?"

Shi Er Lang was stunned. In his eyes, the sky and clouds were still the same, but his tone was as if in a dream: "No! I... I don't know either."

He didn't know why he did it that day. Maybe he was just angry at the moment?

A sour feeling welled up in his heart, and Shierlang didn't know where these feelings came from, but his mind was filled with the thought that the next time he met Sun Jia Dalang, he would definitely beat him to a pulp.

Qi Lang sat up angrily and kicked Shi Er Lang angrily: "You are really stupid if I say you are stupid! Shi Shi Niang is your biological sister, and Zhao's fourth daughter is also your sister?!"

Shi Er Lang seemed to realize something, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, and his tone became lighter: "No."

"Will you be as happy to see Fourteenth Lady as you were to see the fourth sister of the Zhao family?"

"Would you smile like you were worthless when you mentioned Fourteenth Lady?"

Shi Erlang subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth and found that it was indeed raised, so he couldn't help but smile even wider.

Seeing Qi Lang still talking to him like a blockhead, Shi Er Lang, who had cleared up his confusion, gently patted Qi Lang's shoulder and said, "Qi Lang, thank you very much."

Then he jumped on his horse and headed straight for the Li family's old house.

Qilang, who stayed where he was, shook his head and laughed, then walked into the crowd with the wine jug.

·

Sun Heyun was of course also at the Peach Blossom Spring Banquet held by the Sun family, but I didn't know if the skinny little Liu Niang had come.

Most of the people in the Li family dislike the Sun family's ostentatious behavior. They wish everyone in the world would flatter them without any sense of propriety.

Suddenly, a faint flute sound was heard in the peach forest. The clear sound flew across the Tiangang River along with the peach blossoms and reached the ears of the boy on the other side of the river.

Soon, a new sound was added to the flute music, and everyone recognized it as the guzheng without listening carefully.

All of you here are girls, who doesn’t have a musical instrument that she’s good at?

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but call on others to bring their favorite things and join in the performance on the spot.

Shisiniang saw more than others. She clearly saw that the first person to play the flute was Sun Heyun, and she understood her plan.

Thinking of Liu Niang whom she met that day, Shisiniang was so angry that she asked someone to bring her guqin. She placed it in front of the courtyard, and the sound of the guqin was so clear that it carved a path among the soft tunes.

Zhao Fangyu and Zhao Fangjin came from the capital, a long journey, so naturally they did not bring any musical instruments. However, the two sisters knew more than one or two skills, so they borrowed two pipa from a musician and started playing to the tune sung by Shisiniang.

The Ninth, Tenth, Thirteenth and Fourteenth Niangs joined in the Fourteenth Niang's song. The desolate piano sound suddenly gained momentum, suppressing the soft and tender music. It was like river water hitting peach blossoms, breaking through the soft shackles with its vast momentum, and finally seeing the sharp blade and the fast horse, fighting wantonly.

The tune of Shisiniang is solemn and vicissitudes of life. You can seem to smell the dry yellow grass and see the fluttering flags. You can clearly identify each person from the song.

The gentle and soft Yangzhou tune is ultimately not suitable for the harsh weather of Longxi.

Gradually the soft tune faded away, and more and more instruments joined in the singing of this slightly desolate and sad song.

The peach blossoms slowly fell, and gradually, echoing sounds were heard from the other side of the river. They were not musical instruments, but ancient tunes sung in unison by many men.

There is a hint of warmth in the sadness, as if someone is calling the wanderers to return home.

Zhao Fangyu didn't understand the Longxi ancient dialect, nor did she know the content of the lyrics, but her cheeks suddenly felt cold, and the two sisters saw clear traces of tears on the two men's faces.

The men on the other side of the river had no musical instruments, but they clapped their hands to celebrate and sang as they stepped on the ground. The sound of the waves of the Tiangang River continued, hitting the two banks again and again, adding an indescribable charm.

Zhao Fangyu and Zhao Fangjin didn't understand, but they completely let themselves immerse in this desolate and grand ancient song.

The ladies who were drinking tea and appreciating flowers around them looked at the group of little girls with extremely gentle eyes, even with tears in their eyes. Some of them quietly left the table, wiped their tears and left.

After the song was over, Shisiniang explained to the two men, "This is a requiem. It is a song that all Longxi people would sing after the battle of Jiayuguan."

"Lead the souls of the soldiers back to their hometown, and they will be Longxi people in the next life."

There were many wars in Longxi, and every family had a few sons who went to the battlefield and never returned home, even the Li family was no exception.

Zhao Fangyu had never seen war or blood, but she had heard the Requiem and seemed to have caught a glimpse of a corner of Longxi.

Perhaps only such land and such people could stay in Longxi for generations and shed blood for Jiayuguan from generation to generation.

No wonder the lady said that people in Longxi only care about two things: living and eating.

Life and death are vast and irreversible. All the things that are hard to give up are not worth mentioning in the face of life and death.

The first flute sound was from Sun Heyun, but the one who played the requiem was Shisiniang. All the ladies had their own standards in their hearts, and Shisiniang's mother was immediately stopped by several ladies for questioning.

The wife of the prefecture governor sat on the high platform, with contempt flashing in her eyes. She clapped her hands twice, and the banquet began. The little maid who served the dishes came forward silently and whispered to the head maid of the prefecture governor. The head maid showed doubt on her face, and then passed on a message to the wife of the prefecture governor: "Qinghe Jun is outside asking who the girl who played the Requiem just now is."

The prefect's wife sneered and covered her face with a fan: "Of course it's the eldest girl. If there is no eldest girl to play the music, who can play the Requiem?"

She remembered that the little girl from the Li family deliberately played the Requiem to steal her daughter's limelight.