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www.klxsw.com romance was first published in the torrent of troubled times, and the lives of the people have long been soaked in blood, and the so-called change of dynasty is as ordinary as ordinary people changing clothes in their eyes. On the fourth day of the first month of the sixth year of the Later Zhou Dynasty, the Southern Tang Dynasty was still immersed in the joy of the beginning of the new year, but the Central Plains Dynasty north of the Yangtze River staged a political mutiny, and the Later Zhou general Zhao Kuangyin launched the "Chenqiao Mutiny", replacing the rule of the Later Zhou Dynasty and establishing the Northern Song Dynasty, the year name, Jianlong! The Central Plains Dynasty changed hands, but the Southern Tang Dynasty did not dare to give birth to two hearts, and still paid tribute to the Central Plains Dynasty, and was more attentive to the new emperor than the old emperor. In order to show his loyalty, Li Jing immediately sent people to pay tribute to the Song Dynasty with 500 taels of gold, 3,000 taels of silver, 1,000 horses of Luo, 5,000 horses of silk, and tens of thousands of weapons! Han Xizai, who had only been promoted to the Ministry of War a few years ago, immediately wrote a letter and tried his best to advise. He believes that the Southern Tang Dynasty should take advantage of the unstable new power and immediately send General Sun to send troops to recapture the lost territory of Huainan and win the Central Plains Dynasty in one fell swoop! However, all of his generous statements were detained for the crime of "disrupting the government and shaking the morale of the army", and his official rank was also forcibly demoted from the secretary of the military department to the head of the household department. His ambition is so far, disheartened! The people of insight in Jinling City are all loyal ministers and good generals, and they feel indignant. Even the merchant girls on the banks of the Qinhuai River also felt uneasy about the rivers and mountains of the Southern Tang Dynasty. In the second year of Jianlong in the Northern Song Dynasty, Li Jingxu was worried and exhausted, or he had no face to stay in Jinling, and he had no face to face his parents and fellow villagers who relied on him. In February, he hurriedly went to the Song Dynasty, appointed Li Congjia as the crown prince, and ordered him to stay in Jinling to supervise the country. And he himself fled to the new capital Nanchang Mansion and enjoyed his old age in peace. But the years of life to enjoy are extremely short after all, just like the sunset, which disappears in an instant. On July 7, Li Jing looked north at Jinling and died depressed! The stars in the sky, broken in the distant galaxy, one by one, blocking the meeting of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, a thread, pulling each other's reunion. The evening breeze swept along the starlight, breaking into the Maple Leaf Pavilion all the way, blowing on people's faces, and cooling the heart. Murong was dressed in a shallow black robe, standing in this silence, looking at it from a distance, like a wordless tombstone. If it weren't for the cold light from the Jiaowei Qin placed in front of him, I am afraid that no one would be able to see the loneliness on the tombstone. The loneliness, like a drizzle, if it is off the ground, scattered in the peach blossom eyes, permeated in the beginning and end of the tune. Murong Qian picked up the index finger of his left hand, plucked the ice strings, and held the silk wisps with his right hand, kneading a trilling sound in the dark silence. The sound of the piano is fluttering, with infinite poignant, wailing and weeping, this is a song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", a swan song of Murong Poppy and Li Jing. Before the loneliness was far away, the sound of the pipa of persuasion came in, winding with wisps, connecting the broken stars of yesterday in Murong Qian's mind one by one, and connecting them into a magpie bridge where Li Jing's soul returned. It was the night of his departure a few months ago, and Li Jing dismissed everyone and invited Murong Qian to drink alone. The liquor was drunk, and after a short time he was drunk and leaned on the low table. He squinted at Murong Qian, but the focus fell elsewhere, as if he was constantly looking for a familiar shadow on Murong Qian, and the words with the smell of wine drifted over with the evening breeze, half mocking and half bitter: "Congjia, you say, how much does your mother hate me?" Murong Qian's eyes soaked in wine were cold, silent, and did not say a word. You see it! Li Jing propped up her body and gestured with trembling hands, "She looked at me like this, just like that, and died in my arms!" "Father, you've drunk too much!" Murong Qian was bored, rubbing his dizzy head, not wanting to hear him talk any more. "You hate me too, hate me for not being able to live up to your mother! I know, she blames me, blames me for breaking my trust in her, blames me for lying to her! Li Jing's eyes were red, I don't know if it was because of drunkenness or pain, "But what can I do!" What can I do! I'm the emperor's prince, I don't have a choice! "Don't have a choice?" Murong Qian clenched his fists with ten fingers, trying his best to calm the surging emotions, and sweat slowly oozed from his palms, "Since you have chosen the throne, you shouldn't choose to go back!" "I have to go back!" Li Jing suddenly laughed, his face was torn with a stiff curve, more like a painful struggle, "Congjia, do you know your mother's identity?" She is the head of the blood-devouring cult 'Bodhi Bone' that disturbed the Southern Tang Dynasty! I must go back before she runs out of mana during her pregnancy, and I need to take the opportunity to learn about her life! ”