The Three Kingdoms Voyage

Chapter 4
Only then did Qiaoyue breathe a sigh of relief, blushing and galloping away.After a while, Sun Shao's ring head knife was brought back.Sun Shao drew the saber in his hand, raised the saber in his hand, chopped off a bamboo that had long been in his mind, and cut off the excess, then returned to his yard, and took out a patata (similar to a dagger) from the room. Kind of short knife), sat on the steps and got busy.In his previous life, he was well-known for his flute skills, and he was very good at making bamboo flutes. In this life, he has a strong body, and his physical strength is incomparable to that of his previous life. Although the short knife in this book is not as sharp as the knives of later generations, its progress is not inferior at all.In less than an hour, a green bamboo flute was born in his hands.

"You are blowing horizontally." Qiaoyue suddenly realized.

"Horizontal blowing?" Sun Shao was a little disappointed. It turned out that he had been busy for a long time, but he just made an existing musical instrument without any sense of accomplishment.

"Yes, young master, you used to like side blowing." Qiaoyue touched her head in confusion: "However, the side blowing doesn't seem to be so long, and it doesn't have so many holes. Young master, did you do something wrong? Still missing a mouthpiece?"

Sun Shao burst out laughing. From the looks of it, his own flute was somewhat similar to Qiaoyue's horizontal blowing, but they were not the same thing.He stood up, put his thigh in the scabbard, and strode towards the backyard.

Daqiao looked at the piccolo made by Sun Shao, and felt a little strange. She took it in her hand and turned it over to look at it, pointing to the bamboo membrane just attached to the mouthpiece and asked: "Aman, what are you? It seems to be blowing horizontally but not blowing horizontally." , what is this membrane used for?"

Sun Shao took the bamboo flute with some complacency, held it to his mouth, licked his lips, and blew the bamboo flute with enough breath.Although the bamboo flute was made hastily, the timbre is still acceptable.The melodious sound of the flute flew out from the piccolo, and the cheerful rhythm made people feel refreshed. The youngest Qiaoyue was delighted when she heard it. If her mother and wife were not in front of her eyes, she might be able to dance lightly. The middle-aged Qiaoying and the always steady Daqiao heard this, and their faces were also a little happy.

With the ups and downs of the flute, the worry on Daqiao's face disappeared, and she showed a faint smile: "In this way, I can handle it."

Sun Shao was a little sad. His exquisite flute sound was just "tolerable"?The eye view of this bridge is too high.In fact, he was mistaken.Daqiao thought that the bamboo flute he made was horizontal blowing, and horizontal blowing was just an instrument in the army. He is good at military matters, probably he can only play some of these tunes, but he didn't think too much about it.To be honest, such a tune can only be regarded as a wild tune for Daqiao, who regards elegance as his beauty, and being able to give him an evaluation of "handling" already has elements of encouraging him.

Daqiao saw that although Sun Shao was still able to speak and laugh freely, but his brows were a little bit languid, thinking that his words had hurt him again, he couldn't help feeling a little bit sorry.This time Sun Shao was willing to accompany her to the Zhou Mansion for the banquet, most of it was out of filial piety to her, otherwise he would not have gone at all for the sake of his relationship with the three brothers and sisters of the Zhou family.With this gratitude in it, Daqiao became a little more careful, and complimented Sun Shao in a roundabout way.

Sun Shao quickly heard it, and didn't say much, and blew a few more elegant tunes in his opinion, and asked Daqiao to choose a spare one with her aesthetic vision.They talked about rhythm, of course, Daqiao talked and Sun Shao listened to it more often, but Sun Shaoneng was able to talk about rhythm with her enough to surprise Daqiao, not to mention that he occasionally expressed some new ideas. The more they talked, the more speculative they became. Forget about time.Daqiao seldom talks with people. When Sun Ce was alive, he was only interested in fighting, and he had no mood to talk about rhythm. Besides, he didn't understand these things. Later, when Sun Shao grew up, he was as obsessed with military affairs as Sun Ce, and had no interest in rhythm. For more than ten years, Daqiao has spent most of his time entertaining himself, and it is rare to have a bosom friend, and his younger sister Xiaoqiao occasionally visits, and she always does not forget to mention her wishful man Zhou Yu or a few outstanding sons and daughters. For Daqiao, it was the first time in more than ten years that Daqiao was exchanging ideas with Sun Shao today. If it must be compared, it was only before the Qiao family collapsed that year that he and his sister were together. The scene when learning the piano in Fuzhong is similar to this.

People are refreshed on happy occasions, and Daqiao's pale face showed a rare expression of joy. Qiaoying saw it, and she was so happy that she hid aside and wiped away tears secretly.Ever since the head of the family, Qiao Rui, died in battle, Daqiao has not been this happy for more than ten years.As Qiaoying, who has watched Daqiao grow up and has already treated Daqiao like a half-daughter, she was very moved by this situation, she quietly called Qiaoyue aside, and said softly: "Ah Yue, go The kitchen ordered them to prepare more refreshing vegetable food, Madam is in a good mood today, maybe I can eat two more bites."

"Oh." Seeing her mother crying with joy, Qiaoyue was also very happy, and hurried away quietly.

Time passed quickly. When Daqiao selected a tune for Sun Shao and corrected a few tunes, it was already noon and it was time for lunch.Qiaoyue led a few servants and went upstairs with a few food cases.Smelling the smell of food, Daqiao and Sun Shao came back to their senses. They looked at each other and smiled, put down their instruments, cleaned their hands in a copper basin, sat opposite each other, and ate separately.

There was not much lunch, a bronze pot filled with soup mixed with minced meat, a plate of dried meat eaten in the morning, a plate of green sunflower, a plate of sauce, a plate of mustard, and then a bowl of rice.

Sun Shao was hungry, so he took a sip of soup from the cauldron, then grabbed the rice and stuffed it into his mouth.Although there were chopsticks in the Han Dynasty, chopsticks were not used for eating. Instead, they were picked up with hands, kneaded into balls and delivered to the mouth. Good rice should be kneaded into a ball, but not connected when loosened. Sun Shao first ate this When growing rice, I was very unaccustomed to it, but after more than ten days of eating, I could barely accept it.After swallowing a few mouthfuls of rice and stuffing his stomach, he picked up the bamboo chopsticks, took the dried meat and green sunflower, dipped it in soy sauce, put it in his mouth, and ate it in big mouthfuls. All the food on the table was delivered to my stomach, I put down the bamboo chopsticks in satisfaction, and patted my stomach.

"Mother, why don't you eat?" Sun Shao asked in surprise when he saw that the food in front of the bridge was basically untouched.

Daqiao only drank a few sips of soup and ate a few bites of rice. Part of the reason for this was that he was in a good mood and saw Sun Shao gobbling up his good appetite, but that was all. Qiaoying asked people to prepare the meals She barely moved.

"I'm full." Daqiao put down the bamboo chopsticks and said calmly.

Sun Shao glanced at the food table in front of the bridge, and understood.He is in good health, has a good appetite, and tastes delicious, so he is not too picky about the taste of these dishes, but Daqiao is different. She is in a bad mood, weak in body, and naturally has a poor appetite, and the things in front of him are obviously not good. It is suitable for patients like her to eat, and it is normal to eat less.Not to mention anything else, just talking about the grains of rice, he couldn't swallow it, let alone Daqiao.

"Madam, you can eat two more bites." Qiaoying looked at Daqiao distressedly.

Daqiao looked at Qiaoying gratefully, and smiled silently: "I know it's your kindness, but I really can't take it anymore, let someone withdraw."

"Ma'am, you only ate a little, how is it enough? You have to go to Zhou Mansion tomorrow, if you don't eat a little more, how will you have strength then?" Qiaoying begged.

"I really can't eat it anymore." Daqiao waved his hands weakly, his face became paler, seeing these dried meats made her feel like vomiting.

Qiaoying wanted to wait to persuade her again, but seeing Daqiao's exhausted appearance, she couldn't bear to say any more, and just looked at the untouched food on the food table and worried.At this moment, Sun Shao stood up and said, "Aunt Qiao, Mom doesn't want to eat these, so let someone remove them first. Xiaoyue'er, follow me to the kitchen to see if there is anything else delicious."

Qiaoying looked at Sun Shao in surprise, why did this young master who never goes into the kitchen go to the kitchen today?Hearing his tone, it seems that he wants to fix some delicious meals for the bridge?Not only was she surprised, even Daqiao and Qiaoyue were also very surprised, and they looked at Sun Shao in unison.

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