Thousand Years Dream String Song

Fengli covered her ears more and said softly, "Uncle Jin, please keep your voice down, I have a headache."

Bai Jin snorted and didn't speak.

The more Fengli knew that he was angry, she walked over and said softly, "Uncle Jin, I know you care about me, but this time I'm back, I won't leave, and listen to Uncle Jin, okay?"

Bai Jin's complexion really looked a little better, but his anger still lingered, and he said, "This time you said it, don't go away quietly again."

Fengli laughed more: "How could it be?" Holding Bai Jin to the next seat, and sitting beside him, Bai Jin suddenly jumped up: "No, no, no! The palace master can't do it..."

The more helpless Fengli got up, she also got up, "Uncle Jin, if you don't want to sit, I won't sit either. It's fine to just stand like this."

"This..." Bai Jin hesitated for a moment, but sat down.

Fengli turned up the teapot, poured a cup of tea for Bai Jin himself, passed it in front of Bai Jin, and waited for him to finish drinking and set the cup before opening his mouth: "Uncle Jin, you are very knowledgeable, have you ever heard of Fu Lizhi?" Who can control it?"

Bai Jin thought for a while before saying: "The Formation of Fuli is a formation left over from ancient times. It is said that thousands of people are needed to control the rise and fall of one side. It can be controlled, but it is not impossible for those with bad intentions to try... Hey, what the Palace Master means is that you have seen the formation of Fuli?"

Fengli said frankly: "It is true that I have seen it, but it has been broken by me."

Bai Jin almost jumped up in shock, but fortunately Feng Liyue was sitting in front of him at this moment, and then he stabilized, reminding: "Although the formation of Fuli has been broken, it is too dangerous after all. The status of the palace master is noble, so you must not It’s easy to be involved alone again!”

Fengli suppressed her smile, and said solemnly: "Liyue made a note, please rest assured, Uncle Jin."

Seeing that he looked a little tired, Bai Jin hurriedly got up to leave, Feng Liyue was indeed a little tired, and the two left the hall and walked towards their residences.

Feng Liyue's residence is behind the main hall of Baifengchi, commonly known as Yun Pavilion, a few steps away from the main hall.

Probably because he was so tired that he fell asleep on the soft couch...

At night, Bai Jin asked Xu'er to bring soup to the pavilion, but Xu'er's mouth was wide open and he stuttered: "I, I, I, I, I will go?"

Bai Jin knocked him on the head and said angrily, "Go!"

"Yes!" With tears in his eyes, Xu'er trotted towards Yunge aggrievedly. Most of the soup in the glass bowl was spilled, and when he went up the stairs to the last step, he accidentally stepped on empty space, and half of the soup was spilled. The ground was covered, and the glass bowl was also broken.

Xun Er was so frightened that she lay on the ground in a prostrate position, not daring to move.

Bai Jin's first reaction was to hear the sound in the Pavilion, but the person in the Pavilion didn't seem to make any other moves. Bai Jin was relieved, but the next moment, he walked outside the Pavilion and called out softly, "Hall Master?"

There was still no reaction in the pavilion.

With such a loud noise, even if Feng Liyue's temper is not necessarily angry, he will definitely come out to have a look. It's so quiet, could it be...he left again?

Bai Jin immediately pushed the door open and entered, the room was brightly lit, Feng Liyue was lying on the soft couch behind the layers of gauze curtains, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, the successive noises did not disturb him in the slightest.

"Master? Are you awake?"

There was still no response to the call this time, Bai Jin walked over quickly, half-sat on the edge of the soft couch, and stretched out his hand cautiously to feel his pulse.

Bai Jin's hands can turn the world around, and can also tell Fengli's pulse.

With this contact, Bai Jin's face immediately changed, and he rolled up the sleeve of Feng Liyue's right hand with trembling hands, and a somewhat hideous wound appeared in front of his eyes.

"Have you... lost your healing ability?"

Losing the healing ability, no matter how small the wound is, it will deteriorate with the passage of time, and may even lose energy at any time, and fall into a lethargy that even Feng Liyue himself cannot detect.

"You child, you have always had this temper since you were a child. You hide everything in your heart, and you still hide it from us! If the venerable knows that I have taken care of you like this...how do you want me to see his old man!"

Xu'er quietly cleaned up the debris on the ground, bowed her head and knelt on the ground obediently, waiting for punishment.

He smashed the glazed bowl, he never thought that the palace master would spare him lightly just because he met him once, but he didn't know whether he would be kicked out of Baifengchi directly or...

A golden butterfly as small as a firefly flapped its wings and flew out of the pavilion, with different directions, like a golden lotus flower in full bloom, dazzling and eye-catching.

Xun'er looked at the scene in front of her in amazement, and couldn't help reaching out to touch the mites, but the mites were too small to hold, and slipped through her fingers.

These lost butterflies are the butterflies of Baifengchi that convey messages, and they only bring information to those who need to pass it on. If outsiders capture it, they will lose the information to be transmitted, and such a huge group of lost butterflies flew out just to deliver a message to the venerable Baifengchi: Hall Master Seriously ill, return quickly!

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After the new emperor ascended the throne, the courtiers from all ministries became busy one by one. They gathered in the hall all day long to discuss with other important officials how to deal with this matter, and how to replenish the lack of supplies there. They were extremely busy.

The new king, Silin, had been unknown until now. He was a newcomer to the imperial court, and he was able to deal with government affairs with ease. Jun, will surely bring prosperity to Yihua.

However, such days only lasted for a few days, and the bad news that Zejie broke through the border town spread to the capital, and people were panicked for a while, and the courtiers were also restless.

After listening to the latest battle report, Si Lin let out a long sigh, "Could it be that Yihua cannot avoid this battle in the end! I, Yihua, have a lot of talents, who can fight with them?"

"My lord, Si Mo is willing to go to the border town!"

After the Jin became king of Mo, Simo has been accompanying Ling Ran in the capital, but the days of ease are always short, and he will also be at the forefront of this battle.

"This..." Si Lin hesitated, and said, "King Mo, I know you are good at fighting, but as Prince Yihua, it's really inappropriate to go out in person, why not..."

Si Mo said decisively: "My lord, as a prince, Si Mo's appearance in person can inspire the fighting spirit of the soldiers in front. Besides, Si Mo has been on the battlefield for a long time and has rich experience. If I go out to fight, I will definitely be able to shock Zejie!"

"Okay!" Si Lin got up, faced the courtiers of all ministries, and said loudly: "For this battle, King Mo will lead [-] troops to the border town. The ministries will prepare military supplies quickly, and they must act as quickly as possible, so as to drive out the rioters as soon as possible. Out of the territory of Yihua!"

"Yes!"

King Mo marched out in person with an army of [-]. Si Lin personally poured wine and sent him out of the city. Simo gulped it down and rode his horse away.

Ling Ran and Si Qing had been waiting for a long time in the ten-mile long pavilion, seeing the army flying away, Simo followed from behind, and turned around when he saw the two of them.

"Brother Si Mo..." Ling Ran rushed forward, gently held Simo's hand, and said, "Promise me, I will go to the battlefield and come back safely."

"Don't worry, girl." Simo smiled, and held her hand back, "You have to say this every time before I go out to battle, aren't you tired?"

Ling Ran shook his head and said, "I'm not tired, as long as Brother Simo remembers that Ling Ran is waiting for you."

After years of fighting on the battlefield, we are always frightened and restless, and every time we meet again, it feels like rebirth, sweet and hard.

Simo raised his hand, gently straightened the messy hair on the girl's shoulders, and said, "Ling Ran, don't worry, I won't leave you alone."

Si Qing trembled, "You guys are so disgusting..."

Ling Ran curled his lips and said, "Brother Si Qing, you should find a confidant, and then come and piss us off."

Si Qing quickly waved his hands and said: "Please forgive me, I am free, I don't want to be controlled so soon!"

Simo also laughed, "So we, Si Qingtian, are not afraid of anything, but afraid of being controlled?"

Si Qing resents, when did Ling Ran and Si Mo learn to make fun of him?He must find that person out!

"Brother Si Mo, I'll give you a ride." Ling Ran untied the reins of the horse, jumped on the horse first, and smiled at Simo facing the wind and sand.

"Okay!" Simo smiled and jumped on the horse.

"Hey, hey, there's me too! I want to see fourth brother off too!" Si Qing didn't want to be left behind, and followed Si Mo onto the horse.

"go!"

In the yellow sand all over the sky, three fast horses are galloping on the avenue like shooting stars, chasing each other, and no one is far behind, chasing each other.

After seeing you off for thousands of miles, Si Mo finally embarked on a journey, and Ling Ran and Si Qing returned to the capital. However, no one expected that this was the last part of farewell to Si Mo.