"After a good fight, I felt light all over!"
He went to the Full Armor Fighting club to "give pointers" to those second-generation rich kids with nothing better to do than lift iron, earning a crowd of "admiring" looks. After sharing a meal with them, he finally returned home.
Over the weekend, he accompanied Lin Wan on a day of shopping, then traveled back to the ancient era to drink tea and listen to storytellers.
Over the next few days, nothing much happened. However, after Si Lingxi listened to the Hua Country guqin pieces Lu Zheng had brought—"High Mountains and Flowing Water," "Three Variations on Yang Pass," "Drunken Fisherman Singing at Dusk," "Wild Geese Descending on the Sandbank," and more—and discovered that Lu Zheng had quite a gift for music, she occasionally chatted with him about it.
That day, after Lu Zheng played a game of Go with Si Lingxi and won by two stones, he brewed a pot of Qingqi Spirit Tea. Together with Shen Ying, the three of them reclined in rocking chairs beneath the Old Peach Tree, swaying gently back and forth in carefree contentment.
Si Lingxi had lived for three thousand years, yet she truly had never sat in a rocking chair before. As it rocked back and forth, sunlight streamed through the mottled gaps in the Old Peach Tree, warm upon her body, while a faint breeze brushed over her. It gave her a rather drowsy feeling.
Si Lingxi had already slept like this several times. It was genuinely comfortable.
"You two aren't going out today?" Lu Zheng asked.
These past few days, Si Lingxi and Shen Ying had often gone out together, visiting Rongzhou Prefecture, Yu Province, and even neighboring places such as Zhiyang Province and Yinan Road. They had admired the sights,