"Whatâs wrong with you?" Yun Qian sensed something unusual about Xu Changâan.
"Nothing." Xu Changâan walked over to Yun Qian and said softly, "Move your fingers a bit, use some skill, and try plucking the strings again."
"Got it." Yun Qian looked into her husbandâs eyes, feeling that he seemed a bit different now, though she couldnât pinpoint what exactly had changed.
"Ding."
With Xu Changâanâs guidance, the sound Yun Qian produced by plucking the strings this time was much clearer than before.
It was quite interesting.
Yun Qian thought.
Xu Changâan quickly snapped out of his entrancement, shaking his head with a sigh.
"Thatâs just... how appearances matter for people."
Thereâs no helping it, even if itâs just a façade, the girl still looks good like this.
If she truly mastered the zither skill...
Just imagining Yun Qian playing the zither made Xu Changâanâs heart flutter.
Better not ponder it.
Xu Changâan didnât expect that, despite being able to endure so much in real life and in dreams, he had no resistance to Yun Qian simply sitting by the guqin.
If the girl werenât so fragile, heâd probably indulge himself once and carry her inside.
In a rare moment, Xu Changâan didnât want to be reserved, but the girl couldnât handle it.
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After plucking the strings for a while, Yun Qianâs fingertips began to turn red, so Xu Changâan wouldnât let her continue.
As expected, Yun Qian said, "I want to learn the zither."
"So you are interested." Xu Changâan mused, "I thought you were only focused on eating just now."
Yun Qianâs eyes twitched slightly before she said, "I like snacks, and Iâm also interested in the zither."
"Is that so." Xu Changâan looked down to examine Miss Yunâs fingers; her hands were naturally suited for the seven strings, long and beautiful.
He wasnât surprised by Yun Qianâs sudden request; he had thought about it for a long time.
The sound of silk and bamboo isnât just for pleasing the audience; itâs essential in developing a girlâs personal temperament. Xu Changâan certainly hoped Yun Qian would learn the zither to refine her taste.
"I can teach you."
Xu Changâan held Yun Qianâs hand, his fingers sliding across her palm as he wrote the character for "zither" before saying seriously, "But I wonât be teaching you. The senior sisters on Muyu Peak are more suitable... Moreover..."
"I donât want to learn from them." Yun Qian interrupted Xu Changâan.
Like practicing calligraphy, if it wasnât him teaching, there wouldnât be any point in learning.
"Understood." Xu Changâan was not surprised. He cleaned and stored the guqin in its case before turning around to say, "Learning from me wonât happen now; we need to wait until things in cultivation settle down."
Yun Qian agreed, thinking cultivation was indeed important.
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In the courtyard after lunch.
A soft mat was laid on the ground, and Yun Qian sat on it, her hands resting on her slightly rounded belly, exuding a lazy aura.
"Miss, you should eat a bit less." Xu Changâan said helplessly.
"Iâve got some strength now." Yun Qian stretched and blinked, "I want to listen to the zither."
Some things inevitably follow once the initial step is taken.
"Youâve already listened to a lot today." Xu Changâan said with a smile.
"Because you love it, I like it too." Yun Qian leaned against him, and the couple enjoyed the warm afternoon sun together.
After pondering for a moment, she asked, "Why do you want me to learn the zither?"
"..." Xu Changâan was momentarily stunned and sighed, "Did you see through it, Miss?"
Yun Qian nodded.
Yes.
Yun Qianâs interest in the seven strings ultimately stemmed from Xu Changâan wanting her to like it, so she did.
"Thereâs actually no particular reason." Xu Changâan looked down at the sachet on his waist and said, "Miss, do you remember the long sword I used from the teacher?"
"I remember." Yun Qian nodded. It was her treasure, of course she remembered.
"Iâm a sword cultivator, so naturally I want you to learn the zither." Xu Changâanâs fingers ran through Yun Qianâs long hair, like combing through the fur of a sunbathing Li Hua cat, and he smiled, "Miss, youâve read so much of what I write, donât you know what Iâm thinking?"
Yun Qian loved his indulgence; her thoughts drifted for a long while before she said, "Sword Heart and Zither Heart?"
Hearing Yun Qianâs matter-of-fact words, a sense of frustration welled up in Xu Changâanâs heart.
He couldnât guess Miss Yunâs thoughts, but she saw right through his intentions.
"Itâs indeed Sword Heart and Zither Heart." Xu Changâan sat down and patted his leg, offering his lap as a pillow.
Yun Qian lay down, closing her eyes.
Xu Changâan pressed his fingers against Yun Qianâs ear, gently massaging to relax her, as he said, "I noticed Miss is interested in swords, but they are ultimately sharp objects; I donât want you learning that... So the zither is a good choice."
After all, they are a natural pair.
"I know the term Sword Heart and Zither Heart, but what does it mean?" Yun Qian hummed.
"Two volumes of Dao Scripture and a three-foot sword, a cane and a seven-stringed zither." Xu Changâanâs eyes revealed nostalgia as he thought of how he had longed for these things in his past life.
"Sword Heart and Zither Heart, as the books say, refer to a person with both passion and courage." Xu Changâan continued, "In music, there are also comparisons where a sword is played as a zither, the blade serving as strings, and the sword hum as the zither sound."
He picked up a bundle of grass beside him, twirling it in his hand for a while, then crafted a floral shape with the grass before making a gesture of withdrawing the sword, his movements fluid and aesthetically pleasing.
Accompanied by the faint hum of the sword echoing with the wind, like the lingering sound of a zither melody.
For Xu Changâan,
Without a zither, a sword was merely a weapon; without a sword, a zither seemed like a helpless sigh.
The sword, too, was to protect the lady.
The zither, he hoped she would admire.
The zither and sword arenât necessary; itâs the lady that truly matters.
"I dare not say weâll roam the world together; thatâs unlucky." Xu Changâan gently poked Miss Yunâs face with his finger and said, "A zitherâs seven strings and a swordâs three feet... Miss learning the zither adds a bit of realm."
"Is that so." Yun Qian didnât comment.
"..." Xu Changâan thought the lady was indeed very clever.
He had only spoken half of the truth.
Romance is part of it.
The most important thing, Xu Changâan had been pondering these days, was that the seven-stringed zither was the most suitable for Yun Qianâs cultivation.
First, he couldnât bear to see Yun Qian get hurt, so weapons simply werenât an option for her to learn.
And among the Six Arts for Women on Muyu Peak, zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing, and dancing...
Calligraphy was ruled out; she always mimicked his handwriting and refused to change, unable to carve her own path.
Chess cultivation involved inner realms, and one misstep could lead to weakness and vomiting blood, which he couldnât bear.
Singing and dancing he couldnât teach, so he couldnât help the lady in the early stages of cultivation.
In the end, upon reconsidering everything, only zither skill seemed to be the most suitable, relatively smooth in cultivation, promoting self-cultivation and refining oneâs temperament.
Even if Miss Yunâs talent proved lacking, in the future she could still play the zither to add a buff for him.
Moreover, Xu Changâan wasnât setting Yun Qianâs path in stone for the future; it was just an initial direction before âOpen Source,â and they could always change later if needed.
And because of this thought, he had sought to borrow a zither from Qinling, hoping to spark Yun Qianâs interest and prepare her in advance.
He hadnât expected that the ladyâs thoughts would be so keen, immediately identifying that his aim was to get her to learn the zither.
But having his motives seen through didnât matter; achieving the desired outcome was what truly counted.
She was genuinely interested.
"Miss." Xu Changâan called out softly.
"Hmm?" Yun Qian turned over, facing his stomach.
"In the future, Iâm mainly a sword cultivator." Xu Changâan helplessly turned Yun Qian over to face outward before continuing, "Thereâs a term âtransforming sword into zitherâ in Chaoyun, referring to the harmony of zither and sword, celebrating righteousness, and promoting the martial and literate ways; âdrifting zither and swordâ suggests destitution, highlighting the significant status of zither and sword in peopleâs minds, they are equals and complementary, inseparable."
"Iâm feeling sleepy listening." Yun Qian yawned.
"Let me finish." Xu Changâan blinked, "Zither and sword, one soft, one hard, two facets of a person. Since Iâm a sword cultivator, what do you think youâd be good at learning, Miss?"
"The zither." Yun Qian turned back around.
"Is that so." Xu Changâan flipped her around again, thinking although drawing out hidden motives was sly, it certainly worked.