When Xiao Luoxuan returned to the Qinwang Mansion, the pianist was caressing the qin, the sound of the qin was sad and desolate, stretching and winding like spring water flowing eastward, desolate and sad like leaving someone and not returning. It is in line with King Qin's current mood.

He frowned, he wanted to say something, but when he saw the violinist's face that was often sad, Xiao Luoxuan still didn't say anything after all, he sighed lightly, and stood next to him and waited for the song to end.

The people of Qinwangfu know the taboo of the luthier: no one is allowed to interrupt when playing the piano.

Even King Qin can't.

As the sound of the piano drew to an end, the luthier beat it down, and one of the strings was broken.

"Tell me, what's the matter. The luthier reached out and stroked the broken string, but he did not look up, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

Xiao Luoxuan tried his best to make his voice calm, and he asked, "Uncle, why did you send a sharp blade to the Rui Wang's Mansion?"

The sharp blade is Su Jie, and no one remembers Su Jie's real name, and everyone calls him Sharp Blade.

Hearing the sound, the violinist raised his head, his gaze was dead, as if there was no sunny corner all year round, and it was dark and gloomy.

Xiao Luoxuan stubbornly met the eyes of the pianist, he has had an inexplicable fear of the pianist since he was a child, even if he is now past the age of the weak crown, but the awe of the pianist in his heart has not only not decreased, but gradually deepened with the passage of time.

The pianist became a shadow in Xiao Luoxuan's heart. As long as the luthier lives, this shadow will remain forever.

"What? reluctant?" the violinist seemed to be smiling, but it was a sad smile, his appearance was born like this, no matter what expression was made by the violinist, there would be a hint of sadness.

Xiao Luoxuan frowned, and he replied: "Although King Rui is favored on the surface, in fact, it is just used by the prince to block the mouths of the ministers who want to support the eldest prince as the crown prince, we don't need to let the sharp blade approach King Rui." ”

The pianist's hand slowly plucked the strings one by one, as if he was making a work of art, but he looked sad, which made the pianist's actions seem very strange, after breaking all the strings, the pianist took out a handkerchief, and wiped his hands slowly, as if he had just been stained with some dirty items, he stared directly at Xiao Luoxuan, and asked, "Do you really want to know the reason why I sent the blade?"

Xiao Luoxuan frowned, he knew that once the violinist was angry, he would have the habit of cutting the strings, but he insisted: "Yes, I want to know why my uncle sent away the blade, could it be that my uncle did this?"

"There is no deep meaning. The luthier laughed. He threw the handkerchief to the ground, clapped his hands, and then said: "I heard that King Rui is not close to women, he is good at Longyang, and it just so happens that the blade looks so delicate, so I plan to let the blade be a concubine for Lord Rui, because in the future, we no longer need assassins, but need to rely on wisdom to plan, and the blade has lost its value, but for the sake of his life and death for you for many years, I will not kill him, but give him a good home, isn't it good?"

The pianist's tone was very slow, and with his hoarse voice like a stone scrub, the whole paragraph seemed a little strange and ugly, but Xiao Luoxuan had long been used to it, and he paid more attention to the meaning expressed in these words.

"Uncle, we still have a lot of dead soldiers, who said that there will be no need for assassins in the future? The assassination ability of the sharp blade is unmatched, if the sharp blade has no use value, then wouldn't the seventy-one dead soldiers in the Qinwang Mansion lose their use value?"

After listening to the pianist's explanation, Xiao Luoxuan almost punched the piano angrily, what is the reason for this, is my uncle joking?

Which dead man could be better than the Blade?

And what dead man could be more loyal to him than the blade?

"Xiao Luoxuan. The pianist called out the name in a cold tone, he stared at Xiao Luoxuan with eyes like a dark abyss, and a sneer appeared on his lips: "Are you emotionally attracted to the blade?"

Xiao Luoxuan seemed to be choked, and he subconsciously denied: "How can I be emotional about a dead man." He is of humble status and does not deserve my affection!"

"Dare to admit it, the way you look makes me wonder even more if you're in love with him. The pianist glanced at Xiao Luoxuan, and often pulled out a sneer on his sad face.

Xiao Luoxuan stopped talking.

"I won't stop you from falling in love with someone, but that person must be a woman, if you like blades, you might as well find a woman first and let her conceive your child, as long as you have a child, I will not object to you recalling the blade, otherwise - the blade can only die!"

Speaking of this, the violinist's voice suddenly softened, and he laughed strangely: "Oh! I almost forgot that the blade has been serving Lord Rui to sleep these days. It's ridiculous that he really thought that you ordered that task, huh...... You didn't look at his expression at the time, it was really surprised and painful. But as soon as he heard your command, he accepted it without the slightest complaint......"

Seeing Xiao Luoxuan gritting his teeth and suppressing his anger, the pianist's mood seemed to be extremely happy, he raised the corners of his lips slightly, and continued in an ugly voice: "Among all the dead soldiers, the blade is the best, and he is also the most loyal to you, it is really in vain that I spent a lot of time cultivating him...... Haha, by the way, if you want to get him back sooner, you might as well find a woman tonight, as long as you have offspring, I will definitely not interfere in your emotional problems. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Luoxuan's face was gloomy, but the pianist didn't care at all, but raised his head and laughed and left.

At this moment, Xiao Luoxuan wanted to punch the pianist down.

The violinist has a strange personality, a strange temper, and sometimes it makes no sense to do things, Xiao Luoxuan thought that he had long adapted to the character of the pianist over the years, but today when he saw the pianist talking to himself in a tone full of jokes, Xiao Luoxuan felt extremely disgusted.

There is also a deep sense of powerlessness.

Is he in love with a dead man?

Xiao Luoxuan himself felt incredible, but he clearly remembered every expression and movement of the blade, and when the blade unconditionally obeyed his orders, those clear eyes seemed to be as dazzling as the sun, which was absolute confidence and pride.

Blade, blade...... Sharp as a knife out of the sheath, decisive in killing. The blade is in the direction, and the blood is everywhere.

The blade belonged to him Xiao Luoxuan, why did he let Xiao Shengnian get involved?

Xiao Luoxuan's teeth rattled, the green tendons on his forehead jumped suddenly, the expression on his face was forbearant and hideous, and he viciously flipped the piano left here by the pianist to the ground and kicked it far away.

What if he was angry? The violinist was his uncle, and he controlled all the dead soldiers, and the reason why the violinist assisted him was only to take revenge on the current emperor.

Without the pianist, there would be no Xiao Luoxuan today!

At that time, Xiao Luoxuan's mother concubine was beaten into the cold palace and took him to suffer in the cold palace, and later the mother died in the cold palace, and he was managed to get out of the palace by the pianist.

Later, Xiao Luoxuan traveled around with the pianist all the year round, the pianist took care of him, and tried to make the emperor accept his existence, so that Xiao Luoxuan was crowned king.

It can be said that everything Xiao Luoxuan has now was brought to him by his uncle.

Including the blade, it is also controlled by his uncle's death Gu.

"Come to the king's chamber tonight. He stood in place for a long time, until he saw a maid passing by, Xiao Luoxuan sneered and ordered in a deep voice.

This maid's name is called Sleeve Ning, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, although it is not absolutely beautiful, but with a shallow soft color, hearing Xiao Luoxuan's command, she was slightly stunned, and then bowed to Xiao Luoxuan: "Yes, Lord Wang." ”

This book originated from reading books