It was Wang Rong who said this, who was the most realistic, and he shrank in a small corner that no one could see, lest the officials of the pro-Sima faction catch his pigtails when he saw him off.

It was his words that shattered Ji Xi's extravagant hopes and made this old man, who was close to his sixtieth birthday, couldn't help but whimper.

"I, I also know, don't I hope in my heart, Ah Di called me on stage. ”

"That's how he supported me when I was a child, and at this time, it's still the same as then, nothing has changed. ”

This stinky temper is only what you are willing to eat.

The eldest brother, who was called, wiped a handful of tears, lest his younger brother see his tears and be even more sad.

When he stepped onto the high platform in response, Ji Xi realized that he was thinking too much.

The first thing his brother, who loved the piano, was to grab his sleeve robe and ask, "Did I bring my Jiaowei Qin?"

"Oh, of course I brought it, not only that, I don't know what you need, I have the servants of the house bring it all the things you like to use on a daily basis. ”

Hearing the eldest brother's answer, Ji Kang's face was full of joy.

"Oh, that's just right, big brother, get my usual piano quickly. ”

Hearing Ji Kang's request, Ji Xi was stunned: "Brother, do you want to play the piano in this place?"

"Naturally, what better place to play the piano than at this time?"

"I have an urgent need, so my eldest brother should send it quickly. ”

"Oh, good. ”

Ji Xi, who was very obedient, under Ji Kang's urging, turned his head and got off the stage, and instructed the servants to carefully carry Ji Kang's habitual Jiaowei qin up in person.

"Brother" Ji Xi said a little cramped, but after a few sentences, tears followed: "In this broken place, there is neither beautiful scenery nor fine wine, and there is not even a chance to burn incense and bathe." ”

"But I have wronged my brother. ”

Why did Ji Xi say that?

Because the opportunity to hear Ji Kang playing the piano and singing a song is simply hard to find in this dynasty.

But now, it has been trampled to such a point, why don't you let Ji Xi cry?

But after receiving the piano handed over by his brother, only the happy Ji Kang remained, but he didn't care, but he carefully stroked the strings while comforting his closest brother.

"Brother, don't cry, my Ji Kang has died without regrets in this life. ”

"After all, not all people can live to the same longevity as Peng Zu. ”

"You and I have practiced Lao Zhuang all my life, can't my brother still see the words "move as you like?"

"I feel at ease now. ”

"It's just that the only thing that makes me regret is that this piano and piano technique are on top of this. ”

"It's also my stinginess and extravagance, this generation of famous songs...... and they will all be lost from my hand. ”

The broom is self-cherishing, and this problem has existed since ancient times.

In Ji Kang's hands, there are no less than ten pieces of qin music known as swan songs, but there is only one that is well-known and famous.

That is the famous "Guangling San".

"In the past, Yuan Xiaoni once studied "Guangling San" with me, and I always regretted and insisted on not teaching him, and "Guangling San" is now about to be lost. ”

Let me weep over these precious pieces here, and once again play this elusive piece of music, and then die.

After that, Ji Kang put his piano on his knees where he sat casually, stroked his hands on the strings, and began to play the eternal swan song ...... "Guangling San" emotionally.

All of a sudden, on this huge high platform, the faint ancient music lingered endlessly, and it was sung for a long time.

made the people in the audience who were originally noisy, and the excited mood calmed down with the sound of the piano.

This song should only be in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times.

A good piece of music can cultivate sentiment, can make people forget their worries, can make people forget all the things around them, can make time stand still in this piano sound, hate to be trapped in it forever, never wake up.

'Ding Ding Dong'

As the tune became more and more exciting, this square place was silent, and only the sound of the piano was left in the quiet.

All the people, who can understand and those who don't understand, are obsessed with looking towards the high platform, hoping to see through this platform that represents death, so as to save Ji Kang, who is about to die on it.

'Ding Ding Dong'

The melody of the piece slowed down after the excitement, and even the vulgar peasant who did not know how to be elegant knew that this was the prelude to the end of the song.

There was a feeling in everyone's hearts that after the end of this song, it was the time when Mr. Ji Kang would die.

Their hearts are hanging higher and higher, shouting frantically, hoping that this song can last a little longer, and let them remember the celebrity style in their hearts more.

It's a pity that the heavens don't fulfill people's wishes.

Ji Kang, who was on the high platform, made a hand-picking clean-up, and the sound of the piano on the stage also came to an abrupt end.

"Woo woo"

There was that fragile person, who couldn't help but cry in a low voice with this aftersound.

Pounding his chest, it's so pitiful.

Seeing this, Ji Kang sighed lightly, and after slowly glancing around at all the unknown people who came to see him off, he stood up from the high platform and gently bowed his hand to all the people as his final farewell.

"Ah, God is jealous!"

"The court is unfair!"

Just as this group of madmen was about to go crazy, suddenly a loud bang exploded in the sky.

"Bang!

This sound, if the sun thunders, if the thunder splits, if the tiger roars, if the mountain collapses and the earth cracks.

stunned the onlookers on the field, and even more panicked the court officials who were imprisoned on the field.

Could it be that this was a warning from heaven?

God can't stand it anymore and get angry?

"Poof!"

Just when everyone was in doubt, a second loud bang followed again.

This sound was a little louder than the movement just now.

With the thought of this voice, the prisoner on the platform slipped out directly under the table, curled up his body, and trembled.

"God is not strange, there is a debtor and a master, this is General Sima's signal, Zhong Huilang is slanderous, I am a small person, but I don't dare to harm Grandpa Ji Kang." ”

And the performance of the group of literati and celebrities in the audience is not much better, although they have their own furrows in their chests, they are also people who sneer at the theory of ghosts and gods.

But the sound of the thunder that could not stand the day was too loud, and the ears were still buzzing, and the hearts and livers were still trembling.

So for a while, the crowd in the field was hugging their heads and running around, ghosts crying wolves, and the stampede happened instantly.

But in this chaotic scene, there are still two people who remain sober and calm as if they were out of the way.

One is Ji Kang, who will die if the sky falls.

The other is Gu Zheng, who is a hundred feet away, on the edge of the chaotic crowd, staring affectionately with him.

Yes, Gu Zheng is here.

He descended like a god, and he was like a hero.

Except for the fact that he couldn't step on the colorful auspicious clouds, he was ready for everything.

At this time, he had two ropes pinned to his waist, one on the left and one on the right, tying his flower general and the white-eyed hero.

Don't think that the way he appeared was too strange, it was because if this thing failed, it would be convenient for him to run away with his family.

When Gu Zheng appeared in the roar, Ji Kang saw his image on the high platform...... For the first time, he lost his unfazed demeanor, like a toad with swollen eyes and bubbles, and his eyes were slightly bulging.

Because Gu Zheng at this time, in addition to bringing chickens and dogs, he was also dressed up quite demonic.

He changed his chic demeanor from his previous big robe, and was actually dressed in a bright red short-cut shirt, with trousers and cuffs attached to his arms and ankles, with a bit of the temptation of wrapping, and he was still carrying all his equipment.

And what is his equipment?

And where is it?

Look at his chest first, where a bundle of dynamite packets was attached, and one by one they were tied with hemp rope and circled around his chest.

Of course, this bamboo tube is half a fist thick, and except for being fixed horizontally, the middle of each bamboo tube is independent and has not been linked.

How does it work?

Now Gu Zheng gave Ji Kang a demonstration on the stage.