Qinxi

Goodbye Duan Wang, three months later.The king was seriously ill, and the ministers panicked.In order to spread the news, many people in Prince Duan have been handed over to the First Prince.And seeing the second younger brother rushing forward, the people around the eldest prince obviously felt a strong air of coldness.

The people in the palace were already ants on the hot pot, the imperial doctor didn't dare to say anything that wouldn't last a few days, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that there was no way to recover.However, the dying person is very stubborn, thinking that it is just a relapse of the old disease, so he has been reluctant to set up a reserve position for a long time.Anyone who mentions this matter will turn against anyone, making people panic.

But in the dark, the struggle between the two most powerful princes has reached a fever pitch.

The eldest prince has been in court all year round, and has won many hearts. The second prince is in charge of the military power, and it is difficult to distinguish between the two.How many people have been involved in the dispute between the two factions and lost their lives in vain.

At night, Duanwang Mansion was heavily guarded.

Inside the house, there was a dead silence.

Duan Wang glanced at these anxious ministers, but he was quite calm.

It's just a group of rabble gathered for their own interests. To be honest, he is not interested in the throne, but it's a pity that his eldest brother is too ruthless, and he has no choice.

Although he has no ambitions, it does not mean that he is at the mercy of others.

The moonlight is very beautiful, like that night, the four of them drank under the moon, so happy!

It's a pity that I can't go back...

Either become a supreme king, or be reduced to a dead bone and sleep forever.

There was still a bloody smell on his body, he had just been to Yue Shangshu's house, when he arrived, there was only a dead body left.

There have been frequent assassinations in the past half month, and the situation is obviously not good for him.The old guys added layer after layer of guards around him, for fear that if any assassin succeeded, they would lose their backing and have only a dead end.

Oh, big brother is such a person.

Or, those who flow the blood of the emperor are all such people.

"Your Highness, the second prince, the assassination failed again." After a long silence, someone finally replied tremblingly.

They had planned this game for a long time, but in the end, they were defeated.

"Don't worry, Your Royal Highness, the ministers have stepped up vigilance, and will never give the assassin a chance to hurt you!"

"This king knows."

Duan Wang sneered.

Strengthen vigilance?It's a pity that these old guys don't know that someone has been eavesdropping on "vigilance" for the past few days...

"This matter, what should I do..."

"It doesn't matter." Duan Wang looked at the moon sky, his bright eyes flashed a bloodthirsty cold light, "There must be a brave man under a lot of money, or——

The hero is sad about the beauty pass? "

Three days later, the eldest prince was assassinated, and the sage issued an edict to pass on the throne to the second prince, who died.

The nation mourns.

The theatrical troupe was not allowed to start performances, so the actors gathered together to drink and punch.

The life and death of the emperor has nothing to do with them.How to live how to live.

Brother Magpie is not interested in joining in the fun, but staying at home is really boring.

For some reason, the mute has been drinking all day long and is very depressed.Ignore anything you say to him, it's more boring than a boring gourd!The smell of wine is terrible!How dare you lie on the bed!

Thinking of that person, he became angry, Brother Que sat in the corner and kept drinking. Seeing that the dumb man hadn't appeared for a few days, Brother Que immediately went over to mock him.

"Oh! Why is our elder brother here drinking so much wine? What about the dumb? Leave the wife alone, can't I wait to pack up and go home?"

Hearing this, Brother Magpie stopped drinking: "Go home? Which home?"

The three donkeys were stunned for a moment, looked at him carefully, and didn't seem to be pretending, and said:

"You don't know yet? King Duan ascended the throne and pardoned the world. Which home can the dumb go back to? Of course it's the Jianghuai home!"

Back to Jianghuai, is the mute going back to Jianghuai?

Brother Que panicked, lowered his eyelids, thinking about his words.

"Hmph! You're just going to be chattering for a few more days! Soon you'll be alone again! Maybe if you cry twice, the dumb guy won't go back!" The three donkeys gloated and scolded you in their hearts for being arrogant. Let's see what you do in the future!

Unexpectedly, Brother Magpie raised his eyes, and he looked indifferent: "Isn't it good to go back! The mute has an old mother at home, so naturally I have to go back to honor her. Why should I keep him, I have to feed him an extra mouth."

Please use a cold tone, not a bit sad.The three donkeys stared at him for a long time, but they couldn't find anything.I had to smile awkwardly: "Yeah, who are we brothers, when A Luo died, didn't you shed a single tear? It's like nothing happened.

Ah Luo who, the luthier who has been with you for so many years, is a ox and a horse, and he can't win my brother's heart.How long has this mute been here, ha! "

The three donkeys wandered away, vaguely, Brother Que heard what he said, "The actor is ruthless, the actor is ruthless!"

Going back, Ah Jiu accompanied Que Geer for a long detour.

Along the way, Brother Magpie was very confused.

The mute can go back, will go back, and leave him.

Is not it good?Why is it bad?Where is his home!

The leaves fall back to their roots, the fox dies on the head hill, and I can't imprison him to stay.

Going back is better than suffering here.

But, what about me?what should I do?

ha!It is said that actors are ruthless.But my love, my heart, who wants it?

I am not even qualified to love.

Dumb, dumb, don't leave me.

As long as you make a gesture, I will follow you...

When we got home, the mute was lying on the bed, but not asleep.The room smelled of alcohol.Hearing the movement, he turned his head to look at Brother Magpie, his eyes dimmed.

Brother Magpie took a few deep breaths, calmed down and said: "I heard that King Duan has ascended the throne and amnesty the world."

The mute nodded, regained his energy, and stared at Brother Magpie without blinking, with some inexplicable expectations in his eyes.

Heh, why do you want to go back? Sure enough, the mute cares more about his home than himself.

Brother Magpie smiled: "Congratulations! You can go back. Tomorrow the theater troupe will throw a banquet for you to see you off. Go to bed early!"

Then, he saw the mute close his eyes in despair, turn his face away, and made no other movements.

So be it, they were passing each other, had a good talk, and then separated.

It's just that Brother Que didn't know that the earth-shattering assassination was only for him.

He didn't know that the strong smell of alcohol was followed by strong blood.

He didn't know that the last little hope in that person's heart, that he could show even the slightest bit of retention, was crushed to nothing.

Unfortunately, he didn't say anything after all.

The dinner party was very lively, Brother Magpie played and sang the song that he played and sang on the lake that night while boating, the atmosphere was majestic.Everyone laughed at him for singing wrongly, and the mute didn't go to the battlefield, so why did he sing this.Brother Magpie ignored him, just looked at him with a smile, his eyes were full of tenderness: "Is it accurate this time? I won't play this piece for the third time."

For a moment, the mute felt that Brother Magpie loved him.But it was only for a moment before he erased this ridiculous thought.

what about loveHe aspires to "write lyrics according to the order" in the capital, and now that King Duan is on the throne, is this wish still far away?

What's more, all this is just his wishful thinking.

He is already very grateful to accompany him to this scene.

He has long been familiar with that Que song, there is only one thing that he has always played incorrectly.How did you ask Brother Magpie to play it again, but he just didn't agree.

Today he knows, it's not that he played it wrong, it's that his love is wrong.

"Mute, you can take this piano away too. In this way, I will treat you as dead and I won't miss you any more."

it is good.

"You're a nice person. Go back and marry a good girl and live a peaceful life. Don't cause trouble and get arrested again. You won't be so lucky to meet me next time."

it is good.

"Have you brought all your things? Well, goodbye."

...But, what I want to hear is not these!

The mute is carrying the piano on his back, and the sky is full of snow, one step at a time.

For some reason, every step is so heavy.

Brother Magpie couldn't see the tears on his face.

He couldn't see either, and the people behind him were already weeping.

Mute, don't go, okay?

Why, no turning back?

Why, don't you stay?

The wind whistling, mixed with desolate singing, reverberated across the sky.

Winter solstice, bright moon night.

Jianghuai Town, covered with snow, is peaceful.

The sound of the piano, melted in the moonlight, scattered all over the corner.

"Hey, son, come and have porridge! Stop playing, it's been two hours!" The old woman walked into the roof, her cloudy eyes showed a haggard back, sitting upright, playing in the snow all over the sky. In, playing the piano.

After a long time, the man got up, went back to the house, picked up the hot porridge, but remembered that day, that man personally fed him the vegetable and bacon porridge.

Outside, snow covered the qin, covering up the broken string and hot tears.

The plum blossoms bloomed again, and he sat alone in the snow, drinking cup after cup.

Ren Baixue covered with black hair, and let tears drip into the cup.

That person will never come back.

No one will hold him tightly when he cries.

Cry with me.

This memory stops there.

This year, still passed quietly.

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