Travel back to ancient times to play danmei

Liu Juqi followed Emperor Fenglan into the secret room. There were two ever-burning lamps burning in the secret room, and the soft light filled the narrow space.

"You should be familiar with these things, right?" Emperor Feng Lan took out a woven rattan box with great care, which contained an old suit, a cowhide wallet, a broken watch and a pair of sunglasses.

Liu Juqi saw the modern things, and became even more excited about how Xiao Meng returned, "Uncle Emperor, I am very curious about how he returned, can you tell me?"

"I don't know either. He said that there was some turbulence in time and space. The last period of time always disappeared and appeared suddenly, just like when he came here... until one day, he never came back, leaving only these things. "Emperor Feng Lan sighed, his eyes were a little moist, Xiao Meng was so happy to go back at that time that he couldn't even say a word to persuade him to stay.

Liu Juqi was a little disappointed, it was too vague, soul wear and body wear were very different, he probably wouldn't be as lucky as Xiao Meng... It's just that the name Xiao Meng was familiar to him.

"No one can tell such a story of the Arabian Nights. I can only bury it in my heart for many years. I never thought that I would meet people from his hometown in my lifetime." Emperor Feng Lan opened the cowhide wallet and stroked the money. Liu Juqi glanced at the photo of the boy smiling brightly in the folder, and was very surprised, "THE. RED! He is the lead singer of THE. RED, Xiao Meng!"

Emperor Fenglan was shocked when he heard the words, and he tightly grasped Liu Juqi's arm with his big hands. Liu Juqi frowned in pain. Emperor Fenglan said excitedly, "You know him? Tell me quickly, okay?"

Liu Juqi struggled and said, "He's a big star, of course I know him, but I'm not a fanboy, so I don't know much...Uncle Emperor, let go first, it hurts me to death."

Emperor Feng Lan let go of Liu Juqi, his face calmed down except for his slightly trembling hands, Liu Juqi recalled and said, "Xiao Meng is a singer in our place, THE. RED has been popular in Asia since ten years ago... that is It is said that many people know him and admire him, Xiao Meng is doing well, but for a while it was rumored that he is gay, but it is also true that he has never had a girlfriend."

Emperor Feng Lan's expression was a bit complicated, "Xiao Meng, he didn't get married?"

"No, at least not before I came here. I think he probably has someone in his heart who can't let it go. His songs are all about broken love, war, etc." Liu Juqi rubbed his arm and asked tentatively , "...Uncle Emperor, are you and Xiao Meng lovers?"

Emperor Feng Lan lowered his head and smiled wryly, "It's just a period of youth and ignorance. Do you remember Xiao Meng's song? Sing it for me."

"Let me think about it. It seems that one of the three albums is ancient style music. I can't understand it, but you can probably understand it." Liu Juqi still remembers how much sensation the song "Touching Fish" caused in the music world Unfortunately, he is not interested in singing in modern times because of tone insufficiency, so he doesn't have a deep impression of that old song. Sons and daughters. The sky has already promised, and I don’t teach them. I live and die in Yuanyangpu. The sunset is speechless. Counting thanks to guests, on the Xiangfei River, it’s not a heartbroken place..."

Halfway through the song, Liu Juqi really couldn't remember the following sentence, and Emperor Fenglan received it in a deep voice, "...Xiangmeng, fortunately, Ganoderma Lucidum Ruilu. The world looks up to the present and the past. The sea is dry and the rocks are rotten. Love exists, and I hate not to bury the loess. Acacia tree, fleeting years, was mistaken by the west wind for no reason. Lan Zhou should not live here. I am afraid of returning with wine, the red clothes are half-fallen, and the mess is lying in the wind and rain."

After reading the second half of the que, Emperor Fenglan looked at the dancing flames of the ever-burning lamp in a daze, and suddenly laughed wildly, with two lines of tears streaming down the corners of his eyes, "He still remembers... still remembers..."

This was a love poem written by Emperor Feng Lan, who was still the prince at that time, to Xiao Meng. When Xiao Meng received it, he just casually said that it was well written and threw it aside. I put my heart into it, so I filled in this word into your song and sang it to me.

At that time, Xiao Meng would only teach himself how to be superior to others and how to ascend to the throne smoothly, but he never said the word love. When Xiao Meng returned to modern times and could no longer see each other, did he finally make up his mind? ?

It's a pity that it's too late, the two live their lives apart, and it's useless to sigh in vain.

"Uncle Emperor, are you alright?" Liu Juqi took out the handkerchief in his sleeve and handed it to Emperor Feng Lan. It was the first time he saw a man shedding tears like this. The man did not flick his tears easily, but he was not yet sad.

"Liu Juqi, go down, I want to be alone for a while."

Liu Juqi left behind his handkerchief, walked out of Zhibi Pavilion lightly, closed the door and looked around, but couldn't find the little eunuch who brought him here just now, most likely he was sent to a far away place, this is miserable, the imperial palace The road in the village is full of twists and turns, he can't figure out the direction!

While worrying, Liu Juqi suddenly lightened, was hugged by a pink figure, and flew to the camphor tree with luxuriant branches and leaves five or six meters above the ground, Liu Juqi almost lost his soul in fright.

"Liu'er, I haven't seen you for a long time, do you miss me?" The voice in his ear was frivolous and smiling, Liu Juqi gritted his teeth, "Dead butterfly!"