"You brought wine, tea, and what else to the island?" Ji Xinyao asked curiously.
"Just a change of clothes, some books related to the Wei and Jin Dynasties, because I am going to do a related topic, and... a xun." Kong Youli said while drinking kudzu tea.
After three to five minutes, the others became more awake.
"xun? Which xun?" Ji Xinyao asked curiously.
"It's like the ancient harmonica, used for playing. But I'm not very good at it."
Ji Xinyao's eyes flashed with joy, "I'm good at this, can you let me play with it?"
"Do you know how to do it?" Among the people Kong Youli knew, even those who knew about ancient musical instruments were very few who learned to play Xun. Most of them would choose Guqin, Pipa or Erhu and Suona.
He quickly brought the xun and wiped it carefully before handing it to Ji Xinyao. Originally he was dubious about Ji Xinyao's understanding, but he did not expect that Ji Xinyao actually used the xun to play a moving melody that he had never heard before.
"Beautiful, so beautiful. It would be even better if there were chisels and chisels in harmony at this time. It's a pity that people in the world today only know the harmony of the harp and the harp, but not the chimes of the xuns and chisels."
"Why be so rigid?" Ji Xinyao put down the xun, "It's beautiful to harmonize with songs and harmonize with poems."
After she finished speaking, she played the xun again.
Just when Kong Youli was about to open his mouth, he suddenly heard a pleasant and wonderful human voice in the distance, which was intertwined with Ji Xinyao's music, making it sound like crying, sad and moving.
Even Song Lucun, who was concentrating on brewing medicine in the kitchen, was attracted to come out.
After the song ended, Kong Youli asked as if he was shocked, "What was that sound just now?"
It's like singing, but there are no words, it's like whistling, but it's so melodious.
"That's Xiao." Ji Xinyao explained.
At the same time, she couldn't understand why she could hear howling in this time and space.
Obviously this technique has been lost for thousands of years.
"Is there anyone nearby?" Song Lucun asked.
Ji Xinyao shook her head, "The sound should be coming from the staff dormitory."
Kong Youli was even more shocked, "I read in Shishuo Xinyu that Ruan Bingling's roar could be heard hundreds of steps away. But the staff dormitory is so far away from here, and Ruan Bingping might not be able to do it. Only the hermit Sun Deng can reach it."
Ji Xinyao hummed and didn't reply. She was only wondering if it was Song Zilian's whistle just now.
She still knew too little about Song Zilian.
At this time, the nine o'clock bell of the Castle of Love rang, and today's recording ended.
"Thank you for your hard work, teachers. Please have a good rest today. We will continue recording tomorrow." The camera team withdrew from the castle.
Ji Xinyao looked at Kong Youli curiously, "Do you want to continue chatting?"
The audience could no longer listen to their conversation, and there was no need for Kong Youli to waste any more energy talking with her about poetry, songs, and philosophy of life.
This kind of romantic thing should be done with the person you like.
"I specially made some healthy tea for you. Of course I want to talk."
If he had only regarded Ji Xinyao as a rival before, but now he sees that she knows more about ancient culture than he does, it's hard to say that he doesn't appreciate her.
Even because of this, he had some unique insights and viewpoints that he just wanted to talk to Ji Xinyao, hoping to get some inspiration from her to promote his research.
At eleven o'clock, Song Lucun drank the medicine, told Ji Xinyao to rest early, and then returned to his tent.
At twelve o'clock, Ji Xinyao and Kong Youli were still changing cups, talking and laughing.
At two o'clock in the morning, the two of them became sleepy, yawned, and fell asleep on the sofa.
At this time, the door to the Castle of Love opened, and Song Zilian walked in from outside. He saw Ji Xinyao's head resting lightly on Kong Youli's shoulder, and curled his lips in displeasure.
Kong Youli noticed the faint footsteps nearby, and subconsciously opened his eyes a little, but even such a small movement was caught by Song Zilian, and he stabbed his neck steadily with a hand knife.
Kong Youli fainted immediately.
"Xinyao, it's cold here, let's go back to the room and sleep." Song Zilian said in a weak voice, holding Ji Xinyao in his arms.
She did not wake up, but twisted slightly in her dream.
He held her in his arms and walked all the way to the top floor.
Ji Xinyao, who was sleeping, suddenly straightened up and murmured, "It's so obvious."
Song Zilian looked at her cute look and couldn't help but joked, "It's really hard to persuade others to drink. I still remember it in my dreams."
He sent Ji Xinyao back to her room, gently helped her take off her shoes and socks, and covered her with a quilt.
Song Zilian leaned down and wanted to kiss her forehead secretly, but Ji Xinyao suddenly stretched out and hit Song Zilian's face with a soft pink fist, which he grabbed.
He sighed and reluctantly put her hand back into the quilt again.
He lowered his head and was very close to her, so he could hear her whispering softly.
"I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but it turned out not to be the case. I am a young man traveling. If there is a word for flower, it's your turn."
This sentence seemed to trigger Song Zilian's ancient memory. He was stunned and gently touched Ji Xinyao's face with his hand.
"My family wishes you a thousand years of life, and you will grow as young as you did when you were young. Xinyao, nothing has changed, as long as I am willing."
At this time, there was movement at the door.
The ajar door was pushed open, and Song Lucun stood outside the door, looking at Song Zilian with sharp eyes.
"How will you be here?"
If Song Lucun knew about his relationship with Ji Xinyao, Song Lucun would definitely be detrimental to Ji Xinyao.
Song Zilian turned around, his expression changed in an instant, and he said indifferently, "I see that you are a little concerned about her recently, so I came over to take a look. You happen to be here, so why not wake her up and ask her."
"This is a family matter between you and me, don't involve innocent people."
With just a few words, he was able to make Song Lucun switch positions with him.
"Really?" Song Zilian walked towards Song Lucun, "It seems that I guessed it right, otherwise my nephew, why would you be here to protect the flowers in the middle of the night?"
He is actually younger than Song Lucun, but in terms of seniority, he is Song Lucun's uncle.
Song Lucun looked at Song Zilian coldly, how could he care about Ji Xinyao.
"It's just because she brought me some herbs today. I saw you sneaking in. After hesitating for a long time, I thought I should repay the favor, so I followed you. Don't wake her up, go out and talk."
Song Zilian certainly didn't want to wake up Ji Xinyao, so he hummed and followed Song Lucun out of the villa.
There was a little jealousy in his heart. The last time he was sick, Ji Xinyao personally took care of herbal medicine. It was a thousand lifetimes ago.
After leaving the villa, Song Zilian dared to let go of his voice.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt her. Rather, I want her to like me."
"Song Zilian, don't act recklessly!" Song Lucun warned sternly, "I don't like her. The person I like is Jingxue. Don't think that you can control me by controlling her."
Song Zilian couldn't help laughing.
"My good nephew, do you think I will believe that you will push your true lover into the fire pit?"
Even if Song Lucun didn't realize it, his words were already protecting Ji Xinyao and pushing Jingxue out as a shield.