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This time I chose the clip of Yu Ji committing suicide.

In front of the stage, Yu Ji, wearing bright yellow clothes and fish scale armor, walked on the stage. After several appearances, the huqin played, Xipi Erliu, Yu Ji danced with her sword and opened her mouth to sing: "I advise the king to drink wine and listen to Yu's songs, to relieve the king." Melancholy dances. There is no way to win over Qin, the country will be destroyed, and the heroes will fight on all sides..."

When He Bensheng appeared several times, he caught every move of the people in the audience.

He was the most proficient in the play "Farewell My Concubine", especially the sword dance, and the words came out of his mouth, so he was doing two things at once, singing with his mouth and thinking about something in his mind.

Sitting next to Marshal He was a short Yamato officer. Behind the Yamato officer were several Yamato soldiers wearing butt curtains. Those soldiers were only [-] meters tall at most, standing close to Marshal He. In front of Wei, he looked timid, which was quite funny.

Officer Yamato also liked to listen to operas. At this moment, he was intoxicated by the melodious sword dance, shaking his head.

Next to Marshal He stood a translator with a middle-parted comb and oily hair, who was introducing something to the Yamato officer in a low voice.

The thoughts in He Bensheng's mind went back and forth a thousand times, and the Mandarin Duck Sword in his hand came together every now and then: "Succeed or fail in a moment, sit in the treasure tent while drinking with peace of mind..."

Xiang Yu, who had a white nose, black eye sockets and a sad face, sang: "Ah! Haha... Thank you, concubine!"

Yu Ji's sword dance that combines strength and softness, coupled with Xu Musician's superb Jinghu song "Deep Night", forms a perfect art that pays equal attention to music and dance.

There were also people who followed Marshal He who were accustomed to listening to operas. The beautiful Yu Ji danced to the sad tune, and everyone cheered.

Those Yamato soldiers had never seen such a beautiful performance before, and their eyes almost popped out of their eyes. When they saw others applauding, they also followed the crowd, and their actions were a bit funny and made people laugh.

But who would have thought that such a funny and short Yamato soldier would leave countless blood debts in this land with vast land and abundant resources.

It was a humiliating history that cannot be forgotten in modern times.

The failed hero Xiang Yu sang: "Concubine! Hurry up and fight your way out of the siege!"

Yu Ji sang: "Your Majesty! How can I, my concubine, be willing to trouble your Majesty? Forget it! I am willing to kill myself in front of you with the sword on your waist..."

Officer Yamato opened his eyes, looked over, and spoke to the translator. He seemed to be asking about the meaning of the lyrics and music.

He Bensheng paid attention to his movements, but still sang his words steadily.

Hearing the cheers from the audience, a chill suddenly arose, and He Bensheng even broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

No matter how uncomfortable he was, his face remained calm.

In the meantime, Concubine Yu sang: "The Han soldiers have conquered the territory, and they are besieged on all sides. The king is exhausted, how can I survive as a lowly concubine?"

After singing, Yu Ji used a trick to take the sword from the Overlord's hand and committed suicide in the military tent.

The drama came to an end, and Overlord Yu Ji slowly retreated to the back of the stage. Marshal He and his party accompanied the Yamato officer and walked out of Yayin Pavilion talking and laughing.

He Bensheng retreated behind the curtain, as if he had lost his soul. He no longer had the energy he had when dancing the sword on the stage, and his footsteps floated into the small room of the flower leader.

He locked the door and finally seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, leaning against the dressing table.

He Bensheng was holding the Mandarin Duck Sword in his right hand. The hilt slipped from his sweaty palm and fell to the ground with a clang. He placed his left hand on the table and bent the thin back of his neck.

As he moves, the gorgeous tassels on the cloud shoulders on his back hang down, colliding with each other, making a tinkling sound of pearls and jade hitting each other.

If you look carefully, you will find that He Bensheng is shaking all over.

"Farewell My Concubine" is a tragedy. The Overlord is a failed hero and is besieged on all sides.

Marshal He clicked on this fold, and its hidden purpose can be imagined.

The more He Bensheng thought about it, the more frightened he became. He felt chills all over his body.

He closed his eyes, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell a strong and disgusting smell of blood.

If it was really what he thought, he and his brother Chenxi.

Finally, we have to say goodbye...