The person who played the piano gave Xuanyuan Chen a painting, which showed the head of a young man, and both his facial features and outline were painted vividly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And the young man on the painting looks the same as Xuanyuan Chen.

Xuanyuan Chen had never asked anyone else to paint himself, and having such a similar head of him here at this time can only show one problem, someone is secretly watching him and leaving a portrait for him.

As for the purpose, it is unknown.

The person who played the piano asked Xuanyuan Chen if he was strange in his heart, but he was actually asking Xuanyuan Chen to know who was secretly paying attention to him.

Xuanyuan Chen was silent for a long time before asking, "Why do you have my portrait?" He asked nothing else, only where the painting in the hand of the person playing the piano came from, because the other party was the only clue he could reach.

Xuanyuan Chen is also very patient, at least he knows that the person who plays the piano must be coming at him when he appears here, he just needs to respond to all changes with no change, and wait for the other party to explain.

However, Leng Junao's patience was not too much.

I don't know when, Leng Junao was already standing beside the person playing the piano, holding the hilt of the sword. In the evening breeze, if the person playing the harp cannot give a reasonable answer, he may draw his sword at any time.

Leng Junao's actions seemed to affect Xuanyuan Chen, and he also had a murderous intent in his heart, looking at the person who was sitting on the piano, he repeated again: "Why do you have my portrait?" ”

The voice is dull, the dark tide is surging, and there is an infinite killing intent hidden in it.

The person playing the piano still sat with his back to Xuanyuan Chen, looked at the broken strings, and said slowly: "This portrait has nothing to do with me, I just used some means to rub one from someone." ”

Xuanyuan Chen asked, "From whom?"

The person who played the piano chuckled and said, "You just met that man."

Just met? Isn't that the person in the Pengcheng County Guard's Mansion, could it be...... Xuanyuan Chen's heart was shocked, and the person who played the piano had a sneering voice in his ears: "Don't think about it, that person is General Longwu, Nangong Qianyue!"

Nangong Qianyue!

Why does Nangong Qianyue have a portrait of Xuanyuan Chen? They met for the first time tonight, so naturally the portrait could not have been painted by Nangong Qianyue, so who painted it and when did it draw it?

Xuanyuan Chen's heart was clouded, he took a deep breath and asked, "Why do you want to rub my portrait, and why do you want to see me here and tell me these things, what are your intentions?" He had lost his patience and went straight to the point.

Leng Junao was more direct, and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?" His sword was unsheathed, but there seemed to be a cold aura rising in the air.

Finally, the fingers of the person playing the piano left the strings, slowly stood up, turned his head to look at Leng Junao, turned his eyes to Xuanyuan Chen, and said: "Who I am, what my intentions are, these don't matter to you, the reason why I appear here is just to remind you of a ......" He said word by word: "Be careful Nangong Qianyue!"

The face of the person who plays the piano is not special, his face is a little pale, and he looks old, but a pair of eyes are very special, his eyes are like the sea, and he doesn't know how many mysteries of heaven and earth are hidden in them. But at this moment, those eyes were full of waves.

Xuanyuan Chen's expression was awe-inspiring, he lowered his head slightly, and clenched his fists.

The person who played the piano stared at Xuanyuan Chen, his eyes aggressive: "You are a member of the royal family, this is the imprint you have carried on your body since you were born, and this imprint has little to do with you when you are mediocre." But if you show amazing talent and ability, then behind this imprint will inevitably be accompanied by endless crises. His voice suddenly became stronger: "Nangong Qianyue appeared in Pengcheng, ostensibly for the Jin army's entry into the Kou, but he only has a thousand cavalry, what role can he play?"

Xuanyuan Chen Huo Ran raised his head, looked excited, and hissed: "You mean, Nangong Qianyue is not here for the Jin Army, but for me!" He didn't want to say that, but it was clearly the only answer.

The person who played the piano smiled faintly and said, "It's good that King Beiliang understands, for anyone, there is always a sense of precaution."

Xuanyuan Chen felt a sense of powerlessness welling up in his heart, he knew that his royal status would bring trouble, but he didn't expect the trouble to come so quickly.

At this time, Leng Junao suddenly said to the person who played the piano: "How do we know that what you said is true, maybe you are sowing discord and secretly harboring ghosts."

There was a sudden helplessness in the eyes of the person who played the piano, and he just muttered: "I just kindly reminded you, as for believing it or not, it is up to you to judge."

Xuanyuan Chen stared at the person playing the piano, his excitement had faded a lot, and said: "This painting has been left by the king, the merits are straight, and the king has his own plans in his heart."

He said it plainly, but there was a resolute air in his tone, obviously like an ice blade cutting through snow.

The person who played the piano sighed softly and said, "King Beiliang, since you killed Xie Jin, the commander of Zhichong, who wanted to escape from the city, in Beiliang City, you will inevitably put yourself in an invisible danger. I know that you are not afraid of death, but I also know that you are not a person who can be caught with your hands tied, and it is difficult to get out of danger by relying on your own strength. ”

Xuanyuan Chen lowered his head, he didn't expect that the person who played the piano knew so much, and even Xie Jin was killed.

The face of the person playing the piano changed, and his eyes were full of pity: "King Beiliang, you can't be left alone, if you don't deal with it early, I'm afraid even your family will be difficult to preserve."

Xuanyuan Chen stood up suddenly, his voice was not in a hurry, but it was like a thousand pounds pressing on the top: "Thank you for reminding me, my matter will be solved by myself, and there is no need for others to interfere." After saying that, he was silent for a long time before he looked up at the person playing the piano again.

At this moment, his face suddenly lost his excitement, there was only boundless determination, and he said in an unprecedented calm tone: "No one can hurt my family, absolutely nothing!"

The person who played the piano frowned, obviously not getting the answer he wanted from Xuanyuan Chen's words, but just nodded and said, "Okay, King Beiliang, please do it yourself."

Xuanyuan Chen walked out of the wine shop, looked up at the sky and said, "When I picked up the war knife and regained the dignity of the King of Beiliang, I had already thought about all the endings." He looked at the sky stupidly, and suddenly felt a chill on his face, it turned out that there were snowflakes falling.

Late autumn has passed, and early winter has arrived.

The first snow of the year seemed to come earlier, and there was a bit of slaughter in the snowflakes, but there was a little more pale color - pale like Xuanyuan Chen's state of mind.

He ignored the snowflakes and let them melt and slide down his cheeks like a hero's tear.

In the snowflakes flying, the person who played the piano came to Xuanyuan Chen's side, his eyes were full of misery, and he asked softly: "King Beiliang, have you really thought about all the endings?"

Xuanyuan Chen was silent, still immersed in the pale world of snowflakes.

In the wine shop, Leng Junao no longer had the tense momentum just now, he sat at the table, drinking alone, his heart was too cold, colder than the snow outside, so this first snow naturally couldn't attract much attention from him.

The sky is vast, and the snow is bleak.

The person who played the piano sighed: "Sometimes the end of the world is not something that can be changed by man, but everything is determined by heaven."

Xuanyuan Chen shook his head, and his tone was unwavering: "I only know that people will win the sky!"

The person who played the piano also shook his head, turned to look at Xuanyuan Chen and said, "King Beiliang, you haven't opened your mind before you are thirteen years old, right?" The euphemism he asked actually meant that Xuanyuan Chen was a fool when he was young.

When Xuanyuan Chen heard this, he didn't feel anything, but suddenly he remembered someone in his mind, and he couldn't help but be shocked, but his face pretended to be calm: "What do you want to say?"

The person who played the piano closed his eyes, as if he was reminiscing, and when he opened them again, there was already excitement and madness in his eyes: "Seven stars are one, reigning in the world!"

Xuanyuan Chen's body trembled, and he couldn't help but take half a step back.

Seven stars in one, reigning in the world!

It's this sentence again, Borjueluo also said this sentence at the beginning, and like the person who played the piano, it would be mentioned earlier that Xuanyuan Chen was a fool before he was thirteen years old.

What is the meaning of this, and what does it have to do with Xuanyuan Chen?

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Chen couldn't help but tighten his shirt, his face was as pale as snow, and there was a little bit of horror.

The person who played the piano noticed the change in Xuanyuan Chen's expression, and said with some surprise: "King Beiliang, have you heard of the saying that the seven stars are one, and the king is in the world?"

Xuanyuan Chen didn't answer, but asked rhetorically, "What does this mean?"

The person who played the piano didn't answer, he turned around and walked into the wine shop, sat in front of Leng Junao, gently picked up the wine glass, stared at the wine in the cup, and said slowly: "The prince doesn't believe in the mandate of heaven, so why should he know the meaning of this eight-character prophecy."

Xuanyuan Chen also sat down, looked directly into the eyes of the person playing the piano, and said: "Even if I don't believe in the mandate of heaven, if this eight-character prophecy is related to this king, this king naturally needs to understand."

The person who played the piano shook the wine glass, and the pure color of the wine seemed to fall into his deep eyes in an instant: "If you don't believe it, you don't need to know, otherwise it will only increase your troubles." ”

Suddenly, he drank the wine from his back and laughed loudly.

The laughter reverberated in the wine shop, but it carried an indescribable desolation, like a lone wolf in the wilderness facing the wind and snow and mist, howling full of grief and indignation.

The weather is cold, the hearts of the people are pitiful, the world is like frost, and the wolf's heart is lonely.

Leng Jun was puzzled, and Xuanyuan Chen groaned.

As soon as the laughter stopped, the person who played the piano hugged the piano in his arms, and after getting up, he said very abruptly: "King Beiliang, I envy you, I really envy you!" With that, he strode out of the liquor store.

Leng Junao looked at Xuanyuan Chen and signaled with his eyes whether he needed to stop him.

The cold wind blew, rolled up the snow, and fell on Xuanyuan Chen's body, Xuanyuan Chen just shook his head lightly, and didn't look at the person who played the piano again.

Tonight, he knew a lot, endured a lot, and he didn't want to cause any more trouble.

What's more, although the identity of the person who played the piano was unknown, as far as it seemed that he did not show any hostility, and he was right in what he said, it was difficult for Xuanyuan Chen to get out of that invisible predicament alone.

Xuanyuan Chen needs help, so he won't offend someone who can give him help.