The side face of the domineering middle-aged emperor appears on the left side of the video.

The profile of the middle-aged general appears on the right side of the video.

The two of them stared ahead, their eyes seemed to meet, as if they were in infinity, as if they were staring at the Weiyang Palace in the middle, and as if they were looking at Gu Xiaobai on the stage.

As the sun gradually set in the west, Weiyang Palace lit lanterns, lit torches, and then the day dispersed the night.

In this way, the sun rises and sets, and in the blink of an eye, it is hot and cold.

The side faces of the majestic emperors and invincible military gods on both sides are slowly changing.

Wrinkles crept up on the foreheads of the two men, and the muscles in their cheeks gradually relaxed.

At first, the frost on the temples gradually increased, and then the beard was also mixed with the white, and then turned gray......

On the right, the invincible god of war slowly closed his eyes, and then disappeared, leaving only the emperor on the left, getting older and older.

Gray hair, wrinkles, shriveled ......

A generation of heroes is no match for the vicissitudes of life.

When the majestic emperor finally closed his eyes.

The great strong man has finally gone downhill.

Then the rotation of the sun and the moon accelerated, and countless years of cold and heat passed in a flash.

The once majestic and prosperous palace is also declining, and the once invincible dynasty is finally about to collapse.

Suddenly, on one side of the majestic palace, a fire burst into flames.

Smoke billowed and heat surged, and the majestic palace turned into a pitch-black ruin.

Off the stage, not to mention those historians, even ordinary audiences felt their hearts tugging.

Why is it that no matter how great an existence is, it is no match for the invasion of time.

The light and shadow continue to circulate, in the ruins of the palace, there are busy migrant workers, people repairing, carved beams and painted buildings reappear, but the grand scene is like a flash in the pan, and the once integrated palace has been changed beyond recognition.

A palace, like a person, will grow old with time.

Just as wrinkles crawl all over the cheeks, gray hair replaces black hair, the only constant in this world is change.

Suddenly, the palace ushered in a new revival.

The Tang Dynasty is coming, and Chang'an is prosperous.

But Weiyang Palace has long since lost its original glory.

Because the forbidden palace of the Tang Dynasty is called Daming Palace.

Then, the whole palace was completely deserted.

Dynasties change, time passes, palaces collapse, palace walls are scattered, beams decay, and everything withers.

The magic of time, the ruthlessness of time, is vividly displayed here.

The faint sound of the flute, like crying and complaining.

The white-clothed boy on the stage, surrounded by a symphony orchestra of dozens of people, and in the eyes of tens of thousands of people, was as lonely as a child who had lost his home.

He closed his eyes, a flute in his hand, trembling and weeping.

Slowly, the former palace has completely disappeared, and the surrounding villages have begun to slowly invade.

The former palace was planted with food.

The former palace wall has been turned into a peasant mud wall and a plaque......

It has experienced wars and invasions, until one day, a young man dressed in white stood quietly here.

He stood in front of the front hall and stared into the distance.

Suddenly, tears rained down.

At that moment, what did he see?

Was it the powerful empire more than 2,000 years ago, or the two elders who taught him everything, always supported him unconditionally, and were the most important elders to him?

Under the stage, the historians watched everything blankly, and they finally knew why Gu Xiaobai suddenly burst into tears when he stood in front of the ruins of Weiyang Palace.

"Brush-" sounded, and there was another sigh, and all the sounds stopped abruptly.

Gu Xiaobai stood on the stage, not raising the flute in his hand high like he had done every time he played the flute before.

The two-foot flute in his hand hung down, raised his head, looked at the stars in the sky, and was silent for a long time.

Below the stage, there was silence.

It was a long time before people began to applaud.

Then the applause went on for a long time, and in addition to the applause, the audience under the stage didn't seem to know what to do.

No one even applauded, because they couldn't even speak.

Many people lowered their heads to prevent others from seeing the wetness in the corners of their eyes.

The song "Ancient Chang'an" blows people are full of anger and unsettled.

Whether it is the middle-aged military general on the top of the mountain, or the ancient emperor on the front hall, it is all leisurely and fascinating.

The heaviness of history, the feeling of passing through the long years and glimpsing history, makes people feel a strange feeling.

It is like opening the perspective of God and seeing through the past and present life of a city and a palace.

After a long time, Gu Xiaobai calmed down.

He bowed his head and bowed to the audience.

In an instant, the applause under the stage sounded another level.

Then the cheers finally rang out again.

"Xiaobai!Xiaobai!Xiaobai!Xiaobai!"

The sound of wild shouts seems to be able to collapse the stage and burst the eardrums.

Gu Xiaobai bowed again, and then pointed to the people beside him:

"Thank you to Mr. Ma Di, the author of the original song, to the artists of the Chang'an Symphony Orchestra around me, thank you, thank you!"

"This is my gift to the city and I hope you enjoy it. ”

Gu Xiaobai stepped down, and the wild shouts from the audience still never stopped.

On one side of the stage, the middle-aged policeman, guarding a box containing more than forty long knives, looked at Gu Xiaobai who walked down from the stage.

How does such a young man have so much energy, sing such a song, and play such a flute, as if he can shake the heavy history, open the corner of the curtain, and peek into the other side of time.

On the other side of the stage, Hao Fanbai stared blankly at Gu Xiaobai who walked down from the stage.

He has experienced many top artists in his life, and has seen countless top performances on the spot.

But never before has I felt so shocked.

At this moment, he finally understood why he had failed.

Why are they willing to give up making money and defect to the battlefield when they have paid to hire so many sailors?

What the hell was I doing?

Could it be that the one I hired to hack is such a show?

What kind of monster am I facing?

The next time I hack him again, I must give him more money!

Twice as much! No, ten times more!

Events can be black, but there are some things that have to be very expensive to get black!

Two thousand two hundred years ago, he finally rushed back from Zhongnan Mountain, and the exhausted Wei Qing was recruited into the court.

Each other's brother-in-law, and each other's brother-in-law's monarchs and ministers sit opposite each other.

"Your Majesty, do you feel that you have been too pampered and arrogant in your recent illness?"

"Hmm, what the general said is very true, why don't you beat him?"

"...... me?"

"If you don't beat him, will it be difficult for me to beat him?"

Huh, that makes sense......

But what if I can't beat him?

This boy is tall and strong, and he is not weaker than me in riding and shooting......

Should I call a few more people?

The conspiracy of the two is undecided, and the queen Wei Zifu has already come out to beat people.

"You two actually want to beat me to get sick, Wei Qing, do you have a little conscience, how did my sister treat you back then, you actually ...... Woo woo woo, I'll wash you wash you...... And you! You were born and died at the age of 17 when you were sick, you ate and slept all day long, you made so many contributions, and suffered so much, you still have to blame him, what happened to the Zongma Palace? And you didn't tear down your main hall! If you dare to move a finger to get sick, you don't want to go to my bed again, and you can sleep by yourself tonight, hum!"

The rebellion between the eloquent Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and the peerless military god Wei Qing was brutally suppressed in a matter of seconds.

can only look at each other without words and tears.

Alas, since ancient times, mothers have been so defeated!