Chapter 5 — Minh Nha Chieu Chieu

"You're a girl, you're already pretty good at playing like that. If Conceit under the golden stream had a spirit, you would also praise a disciple like you." Conceit. Is the late National General. My father was once his student. When I was a child, after hearing him play the Ma Dau Qin song, I kept hanging around him and wanting to learn. This guitar was also given to me by him himself. Half a month from now will be the anniversary of Conceit's death. My eyes moved slightly. … Actually, the anniversary of Conceit's death is nothing special. What matters is the next day. The rain that has been falling for two consecutive days today has finally stopped a bit. On the mountainside there was a rest pavilion, early in the morning I held Ma Dau and went there to wait. This is the path that must be taken if you want to reach Conceit's grave. We waited until almost noon. Finally... a man wearing a blue robe, with an elegant yet majestic demeanor, tall body, followed by several guards in plain clothes, slowly walked forward. At that time, the song General Khuc had just reached its most heroic part. The sound of the instrument echoed throughout the mountains and forests as strongly as thunder, causing people's hearts to stir, unable to recover for a long time. After the music ended, I pretended to have just discovered someone. I immediately pulled down my hat and moved aside with Lan Thanh and the ladies. Outside the pavilion, a flock of white cranes fluttered up and my heart trembled. "Good music!" "Wonderful sound!" Several consecutive voices of praise, including surprise, joy, and exclamation. It was a voice that was both familiar and strange at the same time. I bowed and bowed but said nothing. "Dare I ask you, who is your teacher?" The man took a few steps forward. Ma Dau Cam is a typical musical instrument of the Bac Canh region. In Dai Le, not many people learn this type of instrument. My hand was holding the instrument, which was as white as frost and snow, and the jade bracelet on my wrist gently collided with each other, making a jingling sound. "Your Highness is very complimentary." "This young lady is studying the instrument with Mr. Tu." "Yesterday, I just came to pay homage to my teacher. My heart was moved, so today I came here to play the instrument to relieve myself for half a day. I didn't expect to disturb the guests going up the mountain. "I felt the hot gaze resting on me. "General..." The blue-shirted man softly muttered, his eyes attentive. he looked at me without blinking. A gust of wind blew, the silk curtain was gently lifted. As soon as I met his eyes, I quickly bowed my head. "Do you also know Mr. Tu?" I asked, pretending to be curious and embarrassed. The blue-clothed man's eyes flashed with nostalgia. "I'm familiar..." "I also followed you to learn the piano for a few days." Then he smiled. "You're very kind." "So aren't we considered the same students?" I said happily and then felt a bit regretful. "In the house, there is no woman who learns the Ma Dau piano." "Young master can be considered my friend." "I'm just sorry we didn't have the chance to discuss it together." The blue-shirted man looked at the instrument. in my hand. Not knowing what to think, he hesitated for a moment and then said: "Miss Tang." "I wonder if you can lend me your guitar and play a piece?" Everything after that went extremely smoothly. Where I still lacked strength, he patiently taught me little by little, his demeanor was like that of a good teacher. The two also talked about Conceit's old anecdotes and discussed poetry from Ca Phu. The blue shirted man's eyes became brighter and brighter. When it was time to say goodbye, dark clouds appeared, signaling that rain was about to fall. Lan Thanh covered the umbrella with me holding the piano. In the midst of the dim rain, I slightly turned my head to look back. His eyes were full of admiration and respect, then while he was still bewildered, I turned around and walked down the mountain in the middle of the rain. This year the Emperor is thirty-four years old. When the First Emperor was in danger, he entrusted the throne and country to Tuc. Conceited in literature and martial arts, without brothers and sisters, his wife and children died early and were alone. During six years of devotedly assisting the Emperor,

Fighting from the south to the north, we exhausted all our hearts and souls and finally stabilized the Dai Le country. The thing he loved most in his whole life was only held by Ma Dau. The most satisfying masterpiece is General Khuc. After Conceit died, the emperor cried for a month. Having been Queen for eight years, I understand everything in this Emperor's life. Including the fact that today he was so excited that he secretly went to sacrifice to Conceit's grave. This is a beautician prepared specifically for him. He is a wise monarch, a monarch who is good at maintaining his inheritance. He is diligent and careful, always absolutely trusting Conceit. And my father was the one recommended by Conceit. As long as he is still around, the Tan family will still exist. The mountainous area reclaimed by the Tan family through bloodshed will also remain. Neither the mandarin's daughter nor the mandarin's wife is qualified to confront the Crown Prince. But… what if it was the Queen? … From that day on, I started using letters via swallow to communicate with the Emperor. Using poetry and paintings to convey our feelings, we are no longer the young girl who just stepped out of the boudoir. Putting aside the calculations, when talking to him, the two of them were indeed somewhat in sync in their souls. But... that's all. At a certain age, how much will love between a man and a woman... be worth? That summer, I sent Brother A a secret letter. In two months, the emperor of Cao Cu in Bac Canh will fall seriously ill, and the princes will compete for the throne. The third prince will secretly mobilize fifty thousand soldiers and horses from the border. That's what I read in the national history of Gaogu when I was Empress in my previous life. In his previous life, Dai Le's detective betrayed him, causing the court to miss its best opportunity. If in this life, Brother A had prepared early and used a single strike to take down the entire Northern Region, His Majesty would not have lost his life because of the Northern Conquest a year later.