On the mainland of Kyushu, the five countries dominate, there is the Yun country in the south, the Piguan clan in the north, the Wu country in the west, the Li country in the east, and the land in the belly is a hundred miles. Among them, the Li country was great, and at that time, the Li country looked at the universe, the blessings of the four seas, the power of the eight directions, and all the countries came to the court.

In the 5th year of the early Yuan Dynasty, the 5th year of the reign of Emperor Lin of Li Guo, there was a rebellion in the southern part of the vassal country of Li State, and Emperor Lin stopped it.

At the foot of the imperial city, the gorgeous carriage, the curtain was lifted to reveal a delicate little face, eyebrows and eyes curved, even if the trek along the way in January, but it did not damage her southern princess a little graceful, between the eyebrows a little tired and sad, I saw pity, a little distressed.

The eldest princess leaned her head out slightly, looking back at the pianist Sangxia, who had already been left behind the carriage, the corners of her drooping mouth changed instantly, the corners of her mouth were pursed, her brows were hidden with anger, her hands were clenched into fists, and her nails were eager to poke the palms of her hands to bleed.

Sang Xia was tired, numb body, suddenly trembled, only to feel that there were cold arrows in front of him shuttling through the dust, breaking through the air, Sang Xia raised his head with difficulty, there were only dense southern prisoners in front of him, Sang Xia tried to look up again, the back of his neck hurt as if he was about to break, only to see the tall and majestic city gate, like a tiger that can only eat people, and the domineering writing on his forehead - "Li".

After a few days of long travel, day and night, finally arrived in the capital at the specified time, Sang Xia's body was not full, after a month of trekking through mountains and rivers, she had already lost her weight and was not in human shape, and the heavy shackles on her feet grinded her fair skin out of white bones, announcing her identity as a criminal minister. The heavy shackles dragged her like a mountain, and every movement made her cry out heartbreakingly, but her hoarse throat could no longer make a sound, and she could not remember how many days she had not drunk water, maybe three days, maybe longer.

Now that it has finally arrived, Sanxia does not have the slightest fear, worry, or sadness about to be adjudicated, but is relieved that he finally does not have to run after the carriage, does not have to be beaten, and if he is lucky, he can still enjoy saliva and drink.

Just after midsummer, the heat has not subsided, Sang Xia dragged his torn body, faintly smelling of rotten meat, the smell is difficult to hide, and it is disgusting, but who among this group of people who are taken to Li is not like this, the only thought of the unkempt Sang Xia is to let her sit in a prison car and let her rest. The prison cart that imprisoned the remnants of the rebel party was the most luxurious carriage in the world in Sang Xia's eyes at this time, and the horse in front of the prisoner cart was like the most fierce horse in the northwest grassland........

Sang Xia was already unconscious, and overlapping apparitions appeared in front of him, as if someone was playing the piano, someone was dancing, someone was racing horses, and someone was munching on meat........

Thousands of people on both sides of the streets of the capital were empty, pointing at these prisoners from the south. A faint trace of blood was left on the smooth bluestone avenue in the capital, which made people move and feel a little more sympathetic.

Above the main hall, on the high Luan Palace, the young emperor overlooked Wansheng, with good-looking eyebrows and eyes, but he didn't see any emotion. Emperor Li Guolin, twenty-five years old, is rumored to be the reincarnation of the unicorn, two years old can recite, seven years old can poetry, ten years old a governance Fu shocked the world, fifteen years old led the army to fight, twenty years old and the throne, pacified civil strife, removed the chaotic party, opened waterways, introduced goods from various countries, and raised the economy of Li to the top two.......... In short, Emperor Lin is a god-like existence, an emperor who is rare to see in a hundred years.

The air was silent for a long time, Emperor Lin finally spoke, and in the Dali Palace, Emperor Lin's unwavering voice resounded through the Zichen Palace, "The southern country is happy, smart and agile, elegant and pleasant, and has a lonely heart. ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Le Zhi knelt on his knees, his hands on the ground, kowtowed gently, got up, the smile on his face was just right, after a month of tiring boats and cars, although the spirit was uninhibited, but the nobility raised in the palace was still there, Le Zhi as the most beautiful princess in the south, she was naturally proud.

Sang Xia stood three steps away from the eldest princess of the southern kingdom, bowing her head and silent, as quiet as the paulownia wood piano she was carrying behind her back, quiet She seemed to merge with the air, making people feel her presence.

Sangxia hadn't closed his eyes for several days, and some couldn't stand, Sangxia's pestle was there, like a ghost, and the phantom swayed left and right, like a pendulum clock, without concentration. Emperor Lin seemed to have finally discovered her, and that trace of exploration was well caught by Le Zhi, Le Zhi gently bent his knees, and as soon as the words came out, Su Sudi, not coquettish nor domineering, made people listen to it extremely comfortable, like a clear spring in the hot summer, sweet and delicious, "Back to Your Majesty, this woman is the best luthier in the south, and the concubine wants to be rude, and the sound of vulgarity may be able to enter Your Majesty's ears." ”

Emperor Lin glanced at the purple-clothed man standing at the bottom of the steps without saying a word, and called out "Yan Jin". Yan Jin comprehended, put away the folding fan, and walked towards Sang Xia step by step.

Sang Xia was a little sluggish, feeling as if she was not shaking, she looked at the man in front of her fixedly, she had never seen a man who could wear a purple shirt so well, a purple robe with wide sleeves with a collar, woven with fine silk, embroidered with hibiscus flower texture, pinned with a unicorn carved blank jade around the waist, lifelike, the most ordinary bamboo and wood folding fan in her hand, but it was Tianshan Snow Bamboo. Sang Xia couldn't think of any words to describe him, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, his eyes were like mist, like fairies and charms, like gods and ghosts, the corners of his mouth were smiling, extremely charming, with a smile in his eyes, extremely affectionate. A sentence came to mind: "The son of Piqi is beautiful." ”

Sang Xia is as sluggish as wood in the courtyard, Yan Jin just ignored her when she was already scared, and slowly squatted down, the chains on Sang Xia's feet have been deeply sunk into the flesh, the white skin at the ankles has rotted, and there is a foul smell, Sang Xia's eyes have been following Yan Jin's movements, Yan Jin looked up at Sang Xia, smiled gently, and lowered her head again to carefully untie the shackles, the movements were gentle like blowing up feathers, but the rotten flesh that had been stuck to the shackles was torn off together with the unloading of the chains, Yan Jin raised her head, Sang Xia frowned, thinking that it still hurt her, in fact, he didn't know that the rotten meat, Sang Xia had long since felt no pain, watching the meat fall from herself, Sang Xia felt incredible.

"How about playing a song?" This is supposed to be a question, but on top of this hall, how can there be a question.

The palace maid brought the piano stand and chairs, and it was only then that Sanxia seemed to react that the young emperor wanted her to play the piano. She sat down slowly with her support for the piano stand, she really wanted to sleep like this, her wrists were weak, she must not be able to play the magnificent song, coupled with the heavy head, and other elegant songs, I was afraid that I could not remember how to play it halfway through. But if she doesn't play, she will commit it, and Lezhi will not protect her, and she will really have a good life in the future.

Thinking like this, the piano under her hand has already sounded, Qingping Minor, Emperor Lin must not have heard it, it was created by her at the age of nine, in countless sleepless nights, she imagined, there is a desert in this song, there are stars in the sky, there is a breeze, Sang Xia doesn't know how many times he has played it, as long as his hand is on the strings, he can make a sound. Sanxia closed her eyes, as if she was reminiscing, as if she was enjoying, but as if she was asleep, the hands that were folded in front of her involuntarily tightened.

"The southeast corner of the sunrise shines on my Li Building, and the Li family has a good girl who calls herself Luo Shi

Luo Shi Xishan sericulture and mulberry picking in the south corner of the city green silk for the cage system Gui branch for the cage hook ........"

Yan Jin gently followed and followed, melodious tune, but added a vitality to this solemn hall, Yan Jin sang a small voice, above the hall, but there was an echo, Sang Xia opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at the purple-clothed man three meters away from him, he was really out of place with this hall.

After a piano song, the strings were already stained with blood, Sang Xia slowly got up with the piano stand, and said with difficulty, "The vulgar craftsmanship of the grass people is insulting to the saints." The hoarse voice was simply unbearable compared to Princess Le, but it was the last sound she tried her best to make, and her throat was sore as if her veins had been broken.

Yan Jin secretly laughed to herself, "grass people" - this is a refusal to admit that he is a criminal in the southern country, it is really stubborn.