The city of Huaqing was broken, the county guard couldn't stand on the ground, his body trembled, and there was a faint meaning of begging for mercy in his words.

Beside him was a haggard-looking woman, pressed by the shoulders of the two soldiers behind her. She heard the words of the county guard, turned her head to stare at the county guard and laughed, and a line of tears burst out of her eyes, "The concubine is not a man, and she still knows the word 'loyalty'." Thou hast been so ashamed of the king's grace, and thou hast disgraced thy ancestors!"

The county guard did not answer, and his forehead hit the floor again, closing his eyes and crying.

"Let go of her. Shu Liang stared at the woman's bloodless lips and waved at the two soldiers behind her.

As soon as the two soldiers let go, the woman immediately stood up, straightened her body, raised her chin and glared at Shu Liang and Xiang Yiming, "The royal city is in the west, if you die, I will go in the direction of the royal city." ”

"Yi Wan'er, when the old people met, when they knew each other when they were young, you and I also knew that the reunion after the troubled times would eventually meet in this way. Shu Liang smiled gently, "Your lord is not virtuous, why should you be foolish and loyal?"

Yi Wan'er looked at Shu Liang intently, and a shallow pear vortex gradually rippled on both sides of her mouth, "In troubled times, how can there be a lord with good virtue." In the troubled times, those who have good virtues will hesitate and be indecisive, and they will be in a corner of peace and keep a prosperous city, but they cannot calm down the Quartet and look down on the heroes!" she said and took a step towards Shu Liang, pressing her right hand on the hilt of the opponent's sword, "You don't have to persuade me, our paths are different. ”

The guards around them saw Yi Wan'er's hand on the hilt of the sword, and they couldn't help but take a step forward and draw their sharp swords.

Shu Liang raised his hand and motioned for everyone to stand back. He lowered his head and stared at the other party's apricot-yellow pupils, and his eyes gradually became sad.

Four years ago, the two of them met at Shuhua Garden.

He stroked the piano on the high platform, a pot of wine, a feather fan, and the song of the clouds and wild cranes, and there was a faint meaning of floating dust between his gestures.

Yi Wan'er glanced at the audience in a hurry, and between the sound of the piano, she suddenly stopped her steps, her bright teeth and bright eyes, and she raised her head and sang, "Neither smoke nor fog, in the idle clouds and dreams, how can my generation hide in the mountains and rivers today." ”

The sound is broken, the song is stopped!

Shu Liang looked up and saw the bright girl under the high platform, he held the wine jug, knocked it from afar, and swept the piano with his left hand in a heroic manner.

Yi Wan'er under the high stage listened to the music, couldn't help but show a shallow pear vortex on his face, found a seat in the audience, and was not in a hurry to leave, drinking the tea called, his fingertips touched the table with the rhyme of the piano, and he looked comfortable.

Boya's work, a song of mountains and flowing water, is already an exchange between the two.

After a while, Shu Liang finished stroking the piano, he stood up with the piano, and in the face of the applause under the high platform, he bowed humbly and elegantly, his eyes fixed on Yi Wan'er, smiled faintly, and the feather fan shook gently.

A note of gold leaf pressed on the table, Yi Wan'er nodded calmly to Shu Liang on the piano platform, bosom friend is hard to find, she put down the gold leaf engraved with her family logo, left her identity, and slowly turned around to leave, without saying much.

The friendship of gentlemen is like fresh water.

Shu Liang looked at Yi Wan'er's back as he walked out of the wine shop, he slowly walked off the piano platform, pinched up the gold leaf on the table, and looked at the gold leaf engraved with a "Bauhinia flower", he showed a faint smile, "The daughter of the Yi family, I am Shu Liangzhiyin!"

After four years, when Shu Liang and Yi Wan'er met again, there were already complications in their acquaintance.

"Shu Liang can play the piano for the concubine again? Huangquan Road is long, I am afraid that there is no possibility of meeting again. Yi Wan'er looked calm and smiled at Shu Liang, "Jinjun's drum and piano song can also be regarded as a farewell to me." ”

"Let's go. ”

"Where to go? How can a man who has no way to return to a ruined city have the face to live? ”

"It's not worth it!"

"Please play the piano, don't say more!" The heavy sword has been drawn, Yi Wan'er's long hair on her temples is flying, and her skirt is fierce, and she can't help but feel independent of the world.

Xiang Yiming and Fang Yan looked at each other, and the two of them frowned when they saw that Shu Liang had not made up his mind for a long time. Yi Wan'er has a good plan, if he doesn't surrender to death, he can't let him be an enemy.

"Take the piano for the gentleman. Fang Yan shouted at a soldier and made a decision for Shu Liang.

Shu Liang turned his head and stared at Fang Yan's eyes that were breathtaking, and for a moment the brilliance of his eyes converged and became sad.

In a moment, the long qin was sent to Shu Liang by the soldiers. Shu Liang stared at Changqin for a long time, and in silence, he closed his eyes. Since ancient times, the will of heaven is difficult to ask, and the emotional party urges people to grow old, and it is difficult to make a decision.

"Shu Liang..."Yi Wan'er called softly, turned her back to the door, walked to the door and looked up at a roll of clouds in the sky, her eyes were light and moving, "If you know each other, please say goodbye to me, I can't go, and I don't want to go.... Don't be embarrassed for me anymore...."

Shu Liang slowly opened his eyes, looked at Yi Wan'er's back and did not speak, took the long piano from the soldier's hand, sat down cross-legged directly, pressed the strings with one hand, and slowly drummed.

The piano rhyme is leisurely, the wind blows on the side of the mountain, and the quiet nature reveals the taste of leisure. When everyone was immersed in the sound of the piano like an ethereal cloud, Shu Liang pressed the strings, from the oversound, his right hand swept away, and its sound suddenly soared, strong and powerful, like a light boat going upstream, the torrent was ups and downs, like a wild roar.

The rhyme gradually slowed down, Shu Liang's ten fingers slowly stroked the sound of flowing water, the light boat gradually passed, and the sound of the piano plummeted.

Yi Wan'er, who was standing at the door of the hall, raised her arm, and lightly blocked her forehead with her right hand, slightly blocking the sunlight that was leaning down. She narrowed her eyes, and the pear vortex on her cheeks slowly rippled, "It's really my luck to know you." She turned her head back slightly, looked at Shu Liang sitting cross-legged and smiled softly, raised the sword in her left hand, pulled and rubbed, and blood gushed out.

Shu Liang's index finger pressed the strings, and the sound was continuous, he saw Yi Wan'er who fell in a pool of blood, stood up and closed his eyes, and in silence, he rose again, smashed the piano, and strode out of the hall.

The county guard who was kneeling on the floor looked pale, his head rested on the floor, and he shouted, "Guan'er!" A choked sobbing sound came from his throat. Although he and Yi Wan'er got married, the two were people with different paths and didn't know each other.

Fang Yan and Xiang Yiming glanced at each other, Xiang Yiming shook his head and sighed, "Shu Liang broke the piano, his bosom friend is dead, I am afraid that he will no longer have the possibility of playing the piano in this life." Speaking of this, he looked at Yi Wan'er who was lying in a pool of blood, and felt inexplicably sorry in his heart, and looked at the soldier beside him, "Bury her thickly, and the tombstone faces Los Angeles." ”

After saying this, Xiang Yiming didn't want to stay in the hall for a long time, so he turned around and left.

Wang Xin, a poet of the Dayu Dynasty in later generations, rode an old horse in front of Yiguan'er's tomb more than 200 years later, facing this predecessor who was soft but had iron bones. The poet did not hesitate to praise and wrote a poem to praise Yiguan'er's loyalty.

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