One night a few days later, Li Sheng decided to say goodbye to Chen Yue and leave Chen's mansion. If he stays in the Chen family, he will only weaken his determination to take revenge more and more, and maybe he will accidentally harm Xiaoyue's family, for Chen Yue's sake and for himself, he has to leave.

"Why are you leaving?" Chen Yue tugged at his sleeve, tears kept rolling in his eyes.

He closed his eyes and said softly, "Xiaoyue, I have something I have to do." If I succeed in retiring from the country, I will come back and marry you. ”

"What if you die?"

"Then act as if there has never been such a person as Li Sheng in this world."

Chen Yue looked at him, leaned against the pillar in the corridor in frustration, and smiled weakly, "It's really easy to say, Li Sheng, what do you think Chen Yue does?" What do you think of Chen Yue's heart for you! If I had known that, I shouldn't have picked you up that day...... That way, now the heart doesn't hurt. ”

“……”

"I know you've made up your mind, and nothing I say can change your decision. You take this Tongshuqin, it can be regarded as the idea of our acquaintance. Since you are here, do not go; Since you decide you want to go, don't come back. ”

"Little Yue......"

She quickly turned to leave, she was afraid that if it was too late, her pride and strength would collapse in front of him, and her fragility would be revealed in front of him.

After January, the largest fireworks place in the capital of Zhao - Red Ayafang. A pianist dressed in white moved the world with a "Phoenix Song", and it is rumored that one of his "Phoenix Song" attracted countless birds to fly to stop the spectacle, this person is Li Sheng. Rumor has it that he is a very noble person, and someone once paid 10,000 gold to listen to him play a song, and he didn't buy it. No one knows why he came here, who he played the piano for was just casual, and how much money the boss charged had nothing to do with him. It's just that on the seventh day of every month, he will come to the high terrace of the Red Silk Fang to play the piano, from the sunrise in the east to the sunset in the west. At this time of the month, the business of the Red Silk House and the surrounding restaurants and tea shops is extremely hot, and there are many literati and rich children who come here just to see its style.

And Li Sheng plucked the strings, and his heart was sad. I play the piano on the seventh day of every month, just to keep myself from forgetting jì, I still have a deep hatred, a deep hatred in the sea of blood.

It was the seventh day of the first lunar month, and it had been six years since the Chen State was destroyed. On this day, he played the last tune, looked up at the sunset in the distance, **** the bloody fingertips, and smiled softly.

"Sir, you play the piano really well."

Li Sheng turned around and found that it was a young swordsman dressed in black who spoke. The swordsman looked at him with interest, and the look in his eyes was meaningful. Li Sheng didn't know if it was his own illusion, he felt that there was something strange in the swordsman's eyes, it was a kind of hunter's eyes when he saw his favorite prey, that kind of gaze was fleeting, and such warm eyes made Li Sheng feel that Fang Cai's one qiē was just an illusion.

"Who are you? I've been playing the piano here for so long, and you're the first one who dares to come up. Li Sheng glanced at him lightly, turned around and continued to look at the fiery sunset,

"Ah, that's an honor. A legendary figure like Mr. has such a good opportunity to see the real style, so why should he miss the opportunity. In Xia Junyuan, I wonder if I am lucky enough to be friends with Mr.? ”

Li Sheng smiled coldly, "I don't need friends. ”

He turned away coldly and resolutely, but Jun Yuan did not give up. Every day, he would come to the roof opposite the window of Li Sheng's room, or quietly listen to Li Sheng's piano, or watch Li Sheng staring at the piano in front of him in a daze. And Li Sheng found that Jun Yuan didn't say anything, just frowned and continued to do his own thing.

After two months in a row, Li Sheng opened the window that morning, looked at the people waiting there early outside the window, and sighed softly, "Come in, it's really embarrassing for you." ”

Jun Yuan smiled lightly, jumped in from the window, and smiled slightly, "Mr. still let me in." ”

“……”

"Mr.'s song should not be called "Phoenix Song", but "Thoughts of the Dead".

Li Sheng was shocked, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground, and the hot water spilled on his hand, making his hand red, "You ......"

Jun Yuan stepped forward to check in a panic, but was pushed aside by Li Sheng from afar, "You go away...... You are not welcome here. ”

"Is it because I understand the meaning of the piano that the gentleman does not welcome me?"

"......" Li Sheng stood there blankly, looking at Jun Yuan's angry face, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The dead are gone, and the living cannot be immersed in sad memories forever, and it is better to let go than to be painful and entangled."

He really wants to let go, let go of hatred, and live a quiet and ordinary life. But what's the point of him doing this now? He has already given up on Chen Yue, if he lets go of hatred again, he really has nothing, and he can't even have the reason and courage to live. Ling Zijin is already dead, if he lets go of his hatred, the current Li Sheng will not live long.

"Some things are not something that can be let go, and some things may be predestined in life."

"Alas, today is a great day for the two of us, why do you want to say these depressing words, let's go drink."

Li Sheng raised his eyebrows, and a little depression flashed in his eyes, "Our ...... Good...... Days ......"

"yes, it's not a good day to have a friend! What are you doing there, let's go! ”

Since then, Li Sheng's life has regained its brilliance, he seems to have returned to the days in the Chen family, with Jun Yuan, there are happy things every day, his dark and cold heart, finally a ray of sunshine shines in, although it is faint and small, but it warms his entire heart.

The two often come to the small courtyard where Jun Yuan lives together, one of them plays the piano, the other dances the sword, drinks together, and plays their own thoughts. Li Sheng didn't expect that there were still people in this world who understood him so well, and he didn't expect that he could laugh so happily after losing Chen Yue.

"With your talents...... Why be at Red Ayabo? ”

"I'm waiting for an opportunity, and I'm waiting for someone to ......"

Li Sheng was indeed waiting for an opportunity, a chance to get Xuanyuan Che's attention. He came to the Red Silk Fang, played the "Phoenix Song" to attract the white bird, played the piano on the seventh day of the first month of the month, and those strange requests to meet guests were all to attract the attention of Xuanyuan Che and those royal families, only in this way could he have the opportunity to enter the palace, and only then could he have the opportunity to contact Xuanyuan Che for Chen Guo and avenge his relatives.

He was sure that he would enter the palace and meet Xuanyuan Che, but he didn't expect it to be in such a way.

In the winter of the twenty-seventh year of Chongxuan, Brother Miao, the head brand of the Red Silk Fang, was captured alive on the spot for an attempted assassination of King Yong, and under torture, she finally confessed that she was the palace maid who survived the queen of Chu State, and in order to avenge the queen, she came all the way to Zhao State, in order to assassinate King Xuanyuan Lang, who slaughtered the palace of King Yong that day.

According to the punishment of Zhao Guo, Brother Miao was buried with the gift of the county lord after the five horses were divided, and the entire Red Silk Workshop was also convicted because of Brother Miao's crimes, and the Criminal Department issued a notice that he would be beheaded on the day of the winter solstice.

On the day he was arrested and imprisoned, Li Sheng was still dressed in white and walked calmly in the detention line. People on both sides of the road pointed at him and talked about it, but he didn't pay attention to it at all, let alone take it to heart. He raised his proud head, and his white clothes fluttered, like a fairy.