In the early summer of the second year of Taihe of the Great Wei Dynasty (228), Yongqiu Palace, west courtyard.

The night was deep, the clouds were low, but there was not a hint of wind.

Lightning is like a snake, swimming between the dark clouds, and a muffled thunder comes from far and near, like a war drum in battle, beating everyone's eardrums, shaking everyone's heart, making people feel uneasy.

Under the corridor, a young man in brocade clothes stood with his hands in his hands, tilting his head slightly, looking at the sky that appeared in the distance, with a hint of expectation in his eyes. He was of medium stature, with a strong build, and the brocade clothes on his body were a little tight, especially the neckline.

He tugged at his collar, exhaled, and cursed vaguely, as he lifted the hem of his coat and tucked it into his belt, revealing his bare legs.

The young man in Chinese clothes on the side grabbed him uneasily, and said urgently: "Brother, you are just fine, but you can't get drenched in the rain." ”

The young man turned his head sideways, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the small building in the distance. "Listen."

"Listen...... What the? The boy was stunned.

"Who's swearing?"

The young man's eyes darkened, and he stopped talking, and then said after a while: "Brother, don't ask, father...... Father can handle it. ”

The young man rolled his eyes. "Is that dog the one who is the one who is the power again?"

"Brother, you can't say that." The young man was shocked, pounced, stretched out his hand to cover the young man's mouth, and said in a low voice: "It's not a prisoner, it's a school matter, a school matter sent by the imperial court." ”

The young man looked at the young man, pulled the young man's hand, and touched the young man's head. "Yungong, do you know what it means to be good at being bullied and horses good at being ridden? You are so weak, you are bullied casually by a school officer, you are not afraid of Lao Cao...... Emperor Wu's coffin board can't be suppressed? ”

The boy's eyes widened in horror and he turned to call for someone. "Quick, come quickly, send the eldest prince back to the house to rest."

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and a powerful young warrior and two maidservants rushed over, surrounding the young man, looking at each other. "Second Prince, Great Prince...... Where is it? ”

The young man was startled, and when he looked back, his eyes were empty, and there was still a young man. He was shocked, looking left and right, but he still couldn't find the young man, and just as he was in a hurry, a loud laugh suddenly came from above his head.

"Hah! Ha! Ha ha! ”

The young man was stunned, woke up like a dream, pressed his hand on the railing, jumped into the court, ran a few steps forward, and turned to look at the roof.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating a figure with fluttering sleeves and two white legs.

The young man was in a hurry, and while beckoning people to come to the room, he shouted: "Brother, come down quickly!" Dangerous! Quick, quick, you go up quickly, and help the prince down. ”

The young samurai responded in a haphazard manner as he looked around, his mind in turmoil. There was no ladder in the courtyard, so he had difficulty going to the house, not to mention going to the wall.

The courtyard was in chaos, but the young man on the roof ignored it and raised his finger to the sky.

"Let the storm come harder."

God seemed to hear his voice, and with a loud "click", a lightning bolt struck, tearing through the darkness, tearing open the stuffy air, and illuminating the figure of the young man even brighter.

Immediately afterwards, the wind blew fiercely, and the rain poured down, instantly drenching the youth, and also the young man and others in the courtyard.

"Brother—" The boy burst into tears and shouted with a crying voice. "Come down, danger-" Then he shouted to the stunned young warrior: "Ah Hu, what are you still doing in a daze, go and call someone to save the eldest prince down." ”

The young samurai who was circling around the courtyard woke up like a dream and galloped away.

The boy cried and screamed as he looked around for a way to get to the room. In a panic, a thought flashed through his heart.

With such a high wall and no ladder, how did Brother go up?

On the roof, the young man is like a bird, spreading his arms and walking on the ridge, his body swaying, his big sleeves fluttering, like wings.

"On the vast sea, the wind gathers dark clouds. Between the clouds and the sea, the petrel flies proudly like black lightning......"

Although the wind and rain were raging, the young man's chanting was correct and round, and was not affected in the slightest, and the sound of the wind, rain, and thunder seemed to have become his accompaniment, applauding and cheering for him. He chanted a long and long paragraph, his breath was steady, and his voice was loud.

"The petrel cried and flew, like black lightning, through the clouds like arrows, and its wings swept the droplets of the waves."

"Behold, it flies like an elf, a haughty, black storm elf. It's laughing, it's screaming again...... It laughs at the clouds, it cries out for joy! ”

Inside and outside the courtyard, countless eyes were attracted by him, but he had no distractions, as if he was the only one between heaven and earth, the whole world was his stage, and everyone else was dispensable spectators and spectators.

His voice is strange, the semantics are astringent, but his demeanor is flamboyant, like madness, and the momentum of the people inside and outside the hospital can't help but hold their breath, as if they see an eagle, flying in lightning and thunder, and chirping in ****.

"This is the brave petrel, flying proudly on the roaring sea, in the midst of lightning; This is the cry of the prophets of victory. He walked to the middle of the roof, stepped on the spire, and pointed to the sky with a mad look in his eyes.

"Let the storm come harder!"

"Click-" Another bolt of lightning illuminated his figure and froze in the eyes of countless people.

The young man was motionless, the heavens and the earth were quiet, and even the wind and rain were temporarily weakened.

"Boom—" The thunder faded away, becoming inaudible.

The madness in the young man's eyes gradually dissipated. After a few moments, he cursed in a low voice. "Damn God, this can't work? Can't you just open your eyes and let Lao Tzu wear it back? Lao Tzu's play hasn't finished yet, but this time it's the protagonist. ”

God is silent.

The young man looked at the sky speechlessly, tears mixed with rain, sliding down his face.

The rain was pouring down, as if crying for him.

After a long time, the young man sighed. "Okay, damn God, count you ruthless." He turned around and looked around, the courtyard was full of people, many people had brought ladders, and were going up the wall, but those people were either thin half-grown children, or old and frail old men, and it was not easy to walk on the flat ground, let alone the slippery wall that was drenched by the rain, and it was only a step before they moved.

One is the Yongqiu Palace, and the other is the Yongqiu Prince's Mansion, both of which belong to the Yongzi generation, why is the gap so big? The youth was helpless.

"Get out of the way! Move! "Someone was drinking." The king is coming. ”

The young man followed the sound and saw a few guards wearing bamboo hats walking into the courtyard surrounded by a middle-aged man, came to the young man's side, and asked a few words in a low voice. The boy knelt in the muddy water and cried as he spoke. The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the young man on the roof, his eyes were complicated.

At this time, there was another commotion, and a large group of defense assistants in crimson uniforms walked in with a bamboo handle leather tapestry (ancient umbrella name), and as soon as they entered the door, a harsh sound sounded under the curtain.

"King, can't you even manage your son? If this reaches His Majesty's ears, how do you explain it? ”

The middle-aged man suddenly seemed to have a broken backbone, and the head he had just raised lowered lowered, bowed his hand, and kept moving. The same is true of the boy kneeling on the ground, prostrating in the muddy water.

The young man on the roof was condescending, he saw it clearly, his eyes were miniaturized, and there was a little more anger in his eyes.

Thinking about it, this is the prisoner of the country who fights with people, and he is really arrogant, and he is born with a villain face that deserves to be smoked.

He withdrew his gaze, adjusted his breath, thought for a moment, flicked his sleeves, and chanted aloud again.

"Heavy rain falls on the swallows, and the white waves are ......"

At this time, the wind was slightly quieter, and his voice suddenly penetrated, like Huang Zhong Dalu, clearly sending every word to the ears of the visitors inside and outside the hospital. And this opening sentence chanted in the authentic Luoyang official dialect attracted the attention of countless people, and even the prisoner who was making a lot of prostitution couldn't help but listen attentively, and at the same time glanced at the middle-aged man with complicated eyes.

The middle-aged man was originally giving up his hands and explaining to the prisoner, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but freeze and turned his head to look at the roof.

"Fishing boats outside Qinhuangdao. I can't see an ocean, who do you know? ”

The sparse eyebrows of the prisoner raised slightly, and he sneered: "The king's new poem is very strange. It's just that who's on this side and which side is it? Liaodong? ”

The middle-aged man's cheeks twitched, and he stopped talking.

"The past is more than a thousand years, Wei Wu whipped ......" The young man with one hand behind his back and the other hand lightly, striding forward on the roof, like a spur on a horse, galloping on the battlefield. There is a posthumous chapter in the east of the Jieshi. The bleak autumn wind is now again, and the ...... has changed Room. ”

As soon as he turned around, he maintained the posture of raising his whip, and his eyes were on the people in the courtyard, condescending, and the aftermath was lingering, and he had his own momentum.

The prisoner sneered again, and wanted to provoke the thorn again, but the young man on the roof suddenly shouted, and the halberd pointed at the middle-aged man in the courtyard.

"Zijian, do you know what's wrong?"

The people who were listening were stunned. Although they all know that the eldest prince has a madness, after all, he is a son of man, how can he call his biological father in front of so many people, which is at least something that can only be called by ordinary generations.

The prisoner stroked his beard and smiled, closed his mouth, and waited to see a good show. The father is unkind, the son is not filial, this crime does not need to be found, it is ready-made.

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, and he slowly turned around, raised his head, and looked at the young figure on the roof. Far away, he couldn't see the young man's face clearly, but the majestic power of the young man's tiger-like figure made him feel a sense of déjà vu, and some memories that had been silent for a long time quietly surfaced in his heart, and a figure that had passed away suddenly flashed in front of him.

Zijian, do you know that you are wrong? It's not that you didn't give you a chance, it's that you were greedy and mistaken and didn't seize the opportunity. Now you are called a vassal king, as a prisoner, a sword, and you are a fish, all of which are your own punishments.

Tears unconsciously welled up in the eyes of the middle-aged man. He fell to his knees with his knees, covered his face with his hands, and wept bitterly.

The young man on the roof was stunned for a moment and muttered. "This is into the play? I haven't finished my lines yet. ”

At this moment, there was a loud laugh from behind. "The eldest prince came to the house on a rainy night to chant poetry, and it was really very human. It's just rude in front of people, I'm afraid it's inappropriate, a certain Taihang Han Dong, who is in charge of school affairs, although he admires the prince's bearing and responsibilities, he can't help but ask, and please forgive the eldest prince. ”

The young man slowly turned his head and looked at the place where the voice came from, only to see a young man standing at the top of the eaves, with one hand on his waist and the other hand pressing a knife, his body was tall, and he stood still despite the wind and rain.

The young man sneered: "Who are you, Fan Hong or Liu Zhao, or Liu Ci?" ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, and his momentum was obviously stagnant. "A certain person joined the company late, and he couldn't get close to these school affairs, and now he is back to Yin...... Yin Mo governs. ”

"Yin Mo?" The young man shook his head. "I haven't heard of it." He looked at the young man and said, "Since it's a school business, why don't you worship when you see loneliness." Isn't it true that today's school affairs are not even lonely? Gao Rou is right, villains are difficult to raise. ”

With a "poof", the prisoner who looked up couldn't help but laugh.

The young man was furious, turned his head and glared at the prisoner, slowly pulled out the long knife at his waist, and shouted: "The eldest prince, even if you pretend to be a god and a ghost, this fake Emperor Wu, the great crime of losing the courtesy of the monarch and the father and son is also intolerable by the Great Wei Law." Although Han is sympathetic to the eldest prince's illness, he can't bend the law, and asks the eldest prince to forgive him. As he spoke, he slowly walked towards the young man.

Before the words fell, the young man kneeling on the ground in the courtyard screamed. "Han Xiaoshi, my brother has been suffering from madness for many years, and he has no intention of offending, and I ask my subordinates to be merciful and not to hurt his life."

The middle-aged man also shouted: "Han Dong, what kind of prestige do you have, even if you come to Lonely, you don't have to attack a patient with your bare hands, and make the world laugh in vain." So saying, he kicked up the hem of his clothes, tucked it in his belt, and made a gesture and went up to the wall. Between the ups and downs, there was a trace of a fierce and vigorous spirit that did not match his figure.

He had just stood still at the head of the wall, but when he saw Han Dong, who had just walked in front of the young man, he shouted, stepped on the roof tiles and took a few steps back, struggled for a while, and then fell to the ground with a bang, and then slowly curled up, like a cooked prawn, squeezing out a painful moan from the depths of his throat.

"Uh-"

Everyone in the courtyard was shocked and retreated. The prisoner took a step slower, and was smashed by Han Dong's dancing arm, his eyes were black for a while, his body shook twice, and he fell straight to the ground, overlapping with Han Dong.

The middle-aged man looked at the young man in surprise, feeling that the person in front of him was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The young man stood with his hands in his hands, stretched his neck, looked at Han Dong lying on the ground, and muttered.

"The horse is unsteady, there is no root under the feet, and the person who learns to go to the house, alas, ......"