[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

But such a powerful thing is really rare, if it is the whole piano, it will be fine.

Picking up Fajue, Suyao wanted to put the strings in her palm, when the sound of the piano rang, a golden light burst from Murong Ziying's wrist, Suyao's whole body was thrown out, and she fell directly to the ground, the power of the fairy was shocked Her heart and lungs were bleeding, and she almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Murong Ziying hastily stepped forward and helped Suyao up, the strings are not under his control, anyone who wants to take it will be attacked, and his arrogance is quite heavy.

"This thing is no small thing, don't use it." Suyao recovered a little bit, looked at Murong Ziying, the young man is talented, and with the help of noble people, how can he not be hated by others, in time, even she, the head of the sect, will not be able to match her .

Suyao frowned, her clear and beautiful face showed a coldness, she returned to the headmaster's jade seat, and said: "Murong Ziying, you are restless, and you will start to retreat and practice today, and you must not leave the mountain, let alone be with you again. The prince is coming and going."

"Yes." Murong Ziying looked up at Suyao, grabbed the strings on her wrist, turned and left.

Suyao raised her chin slightly, holding the dignity and pride of the head of the sect, but the nails on her hands had dug into her skin, and she was trembling, so unwilling.

The Jiange retreats, and the candles in front of the vermilion gate are always bright. One day in the mountains is a thousand years in the world.

In the seven years of Wude, a sudden change occurred.

The sun was burning hot, and a young man in Tang army armor rushed into the East Palace. The short steps almost fell down three times, and he was covered in dust as if he had just crawled out of the ground.

"Your Highness! Your Royal Highness!!" The young man scrambled and scrambled, and when he saw Li Jiancheng coming out in a hurry, he rushed over, "Your Highness! Governor Yang has raised his troops!"

"What? Why didn't he obey my order!" Li Jiancheng staggered, the blow was not small, and he was almost cornered in an instant.

Li Jiancheng didn't say anything else, he felt a wretched anger in his heart, he couldn't even express it, so Bu Rufeng went to the study alone.Li Yuan was escaping the summer heat in Renzhi Palace outside Beijing, and he was handling government affairs in Chang'an Supervisory State. Du Ruhui's younger brother, Du Fengju, suddenly came to Renzhi Palace to report Yang Wenqian's rebellion. Yang Wengan, don't act rashly, I didn't expect him to turn his back on it.

The governor of Gyeongju rebelled, and he, Li Jiancheng, was absolutely inseparable.The current governor of Gyeongju, Yang Wenqian, used to be the guard of the Eastern Palace. Li Jiancheng did not favor him, and indeed he did not treat him badly. He is a loyal person.What's tricky about it can't be guessed at the moment, but Li Jiancheng still knows who is behind it.

The ink-soaked Langhao leaped lightly, sprinting on the plain silk with a wave of anger, without stopping for a moment, Li Jiancheng's murderous aura was overflowing, the cinnabar between his brows appeared and disappeared, Yishui Sword Spirit was summoned by the murderous aura, and stood beside him It is very strange that Li Jiancheng's behavior appears.

"Master, why do you keep writing Qingxinjue?" Yi Shui approached cautiously, his eyes widened, "Master can even do this."

Li Jiancheng forced himself to stop the pen and drew an ink mark. If he couldn't calm down, he couldn't help but ask Yi Shui to kill Li Shimin.Yi Shui saw his brows blushing, not knowing what it was, and stretched out his hand to touch it, but Li Jiancheng gave him a sideways glance, like an ice blade scraping a bone.

"Master's redemption." Yi Shui quickly knelt down, not daring to raise his head.

Li Jiancheng rubbed the center of his brows, and when he put down his hands again, the cinnabar had disappeared, and his whole body was sweating like a battle.He sighed, stood up on his knees, and walked slowly to the window. Outside the window was a splendid summer scene, full of flowers and red willows.

Yi Shui carefully raised his eyes to look at him, the prince was standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back, the sunlight cast the carved shadow on him, but he seemed to be trapped in a prison, he was so noble and there was nothing he could do.

In the Palace of Renzhi, Li Yuan's face was cloudy and uncertain. He had ordered the crown prince to enter the Palace of Renzhi for interrogation in person.

He knew that the king of Qin was indispensable in this matter, but rebellion is the rebellion of all emperors. Once someone who is dear and loved is touched, suspicion will immediately arise and a gap will be drawn, let alone the sensitive position of the prince.With the intelligence of the crown prince, he would not do such a stupid thing, I am afraid that it will affect himself if he and the king of Qin are in the same capital.

Li Yuan was in a daze, he thought of the days when his sons were young, when they were emperors was the ultimate in the world, he hadn't thought about the past for a long time.As the eldest brother, Li Jiancheng can be regarded as impeccable. Even if he can't bless all the brothers and sisters, he can teach well and care for the brothers born to his compatriots. To this day, even if brothers kill each other, Li Jiancheng doesn't owe anyone.

Li Yuan looked outside the door quietly, with no emotion visible on his face, several voices came from outside, one after another: "The prince is here!"

The sun was like fire, wishing to burn the world into scorched earth, Li Jiancheng stepped into the door against the light, the golden crown on his head was illuminated like needles, it hurt people's eyes, Li Yuan closed his eyes slightly, watching him walk in front of him, He lifted up his clothes, knelt down, and saluted.

"You came."

"Yes, father, the child is here."

"Do you know why you came here?"

Li Jiancheng looked up at Li Yuan, he felt tired again, how can one not be tired after a thousand years of ups and downs, he smiled, as gentle as before, and said two words: "Desire for power."

"You!" Li Yuan became angry for some reason, it was inexplicable and natural, Li Jiancheng blocked him from asking a single word.

"Does father have anything to ask the child?" It was Li Jiancheng who asked.

Li Yuan turned his head away from looking at him, got up and walked behind Li Jiancheng, looked down at him like this, put his hand on his shoulder, and said, "From now on, you are confined here, and you are not allowed to take half a step without my order."

"Yes."

Li Jiancheng doesn't plan to do anything, he pities the hearts of parents in the world, he has seen how many parents love their children, love so much that there is no existence for themselves, love for no one, and enters the path of humanity and magic. It is also so dirty that it is swallowed by the desire for power.

No.16 times

At night, the hall was brightly lit and well served, but it was too quiet.

The wine has a strong aroma, and they are all high-quality imperial products. Li Jiancheng has set a table for himself, but he is not disappointed at all.Every move is leisurely and elegant, just drink or get drunk.

The luminous cup with golden hazel crown, grape wine and ruby ​​fragments, the hall is full of gauze curtains, the mist is thin and the clouds are light, the flowers are deep and the willows are dark.

The moonlight was just right, and the sound of pouring wine into the glass was clearly discernible, and one could almost hear a burst of fragrance. Li Jiancheng was a little drunk and didn't want to drink any more. He put down the wine pot after pouring half of it, and swept the things on the table forward. With one hand, I made room, saw that there was no one else on the left and right, and the door was closed, so I lay down on the table.

The candle flame flickered, Li Jiancheng felt hot all over his body, his mouth was parched, he looked at his own shadow on the mica stone screen through the candlelight, and saw double shadows, sitting and standing, it looked like they were cuddling, but they were two people, well dressed The posture is the same.

His wide sleeve shook, and Li Jiancheng's hand was like lightning, aiming at the shadow on the screen to reach the throat, separated by a force, and the two retreated half a step each.

Golden silk tapestry, embroidered with insects and birds and flowers, a small golden crown with red tassels, inlaid with black pearls from the South China Sea, a face like jade, sharp eyebrows and eyes, a slight smile, kind of gentle.The two stood facing each other, and they both felt that there was a mirror in front of them, and they couldn't find the slightest difference.

The prince on the right said: "The prince of this palace plays the piano."

The other prince smiled and said, "Crown Prince Li Jiancheng."

Changqin was stunned. He didn't expect that after such a long time, the soul had been fused, but the consciousness had not dissipated. He immediately became happy. He was even a little bit at a loss to see this person who accompanied him in this life and was the closest person. You should organize yourself first.

"Prince, sit down." Changqin tidied up the food and wine on the table, and before sitting in the case, after so many years, she really turned against customers.

Li Jiancheng sat across from Changqin, nodded to him as a salute, looked at Changqin with deep and inexplicable eyes, and did not dare to speak easily.

"Could it be that you have always existed in my body, just to see what I do?" Changqin asked, feeling a little awkward thinking about it.

"No." Li Jiancheng said, "You and I have already become one body, and it is only because the evil spirit cannot be transformed into your soul that..."

These words are not true or false, Changqin raised her hand to stop his unfinished words, looked at the same face as her own, the brows were as sharp as a knife, the phoenix tail clouded down the corners of her eyes, even the mood was the same deep into the depths, there was no difference at all. Unlike other people's hearts and souls, they are born from their own fairy origin.

Changqin caressed the smiling lips of the previous man, Li Jiancheng only felt Liusi caressing his face, slightly itchy, but he didn't feel frivolous when looking at Changqin, he heard him ask: "How is this prince?"

Li Jiancheng asked, "Which prince?"

Changqin smiled with his face up, the sound was like a cold spring from a quiet spring, it could charm the heart and cleanse the altar, the shadow of the candles in the palace reflected the golden light, the echo of this laughter seemed to be demonic.

"This palace was born as a god and was formed in the ancient times. How can the Supreme Beings of the Six Realms be compared with ordinary people?" Changqin stood up abruptly, took two steps forward, then turned her head and bent down again, getting very close to Li Jiancheng, not afraid to see him, Instead, he looked at himself stupidly, and asked coldly, "Now your second brother is going to put me to death, what do you think?"

Feeling uncomfortable, Li Jiancheng pushed the Changqin away a little, his smile warmed the Changqin like a spring of cold water, and said in a warm voice: "You must still remember that when you returned to Beijing from Taiyuan, Shimin was already a teenager and envied you for being a good swordsman, please teach him."

Changqin recalled the past at once, what is there to cherish in the incomplete memory of thousands of years, I thought I had forgotten it cleanly, but now those dusty things are vivid in my mind.

Li Jiancheng continued: "You taught Shimin swordsmanship with strict requirements and no indulgence at all. His muscles and bones were sore and painful after training. I beg you to rest for a while, but you refused. Instead, you were punished."

"Shouldn't it be? He is self-willed and unruly. Since he wants to learn but refuses to work hard, he should be punished." Changqin recalled that at that time, the boy was drenched in sweat and knelt under the scorching sun. won't allow myself