The Drama of the Emperor • Chapter 7 • The Man in the Play

Lu Lu woke up from his dream, disappeared Feng Jian, and hurriedly woke up Song Xianhe to search for him.

The two hurried to the city wall, but saw Feng Jian talking happily with an old woman.

Song Xianhe saw that it was his old mother, so he hurriedly stepped forward and brought the old woman into the city. Feng Jian and Lu Lu followed behind, Lu Lu was bored from the dream just now, his eyebrows were furrowed, Feng Jian saw this, gently shook Lu Lu's hand and asked, "What's wrong with Lu Fairy?" But is there any discomfort? ”

Lu Lu was shocked and hurriedly withdrew his hand: "I dreamed of my husband King Chen Wei last night, and I thought that I had been in the rivers and lakes for a few years, but I hadn't seen him for a long time, and I couldn't help but be bored. ”

Feng Jian looked at the mother and son in front of him, and asked Lu Lu: "Who is Song Xianhe's mother?" ”

"In the early stage, she was the proprietress of Baihualou, and then she was a hermitage, surnamed Lei, and her name was Ren. We all called him Lei Gu, and later called him Lei Ren. ”

Feng Jian was slightly stunned, "Immortal crane, green fairy, thunder man, what kind of strange names are these." ”

Lu Lu didn't speak, just nodded slightly and looked into the distance.

"If you want King Chen, why don't you return?" Feng Jian's heart was strange.

"I haven't returned for a few years, and he already thinks I'm gone." Lu Lu lowered his head slightly and bit his lower lip lightly.

"Even if you are so pleased with him, why do you want to help me and other people who oppose him." Feng Jian frowned slightly.

"I know that he is a rebel, and I can't bear to see him stink for 10,000 years, so it's better to end his crime as soon as possible."

Feng Jian didn't continue to ask, just stood where he was, and when he saw Song Xianhe's mother and son entering the mansion, he turned around and brought two horses. motioned for Lu Lu to follow.

"General Feng, what is this?" Lu Lu was puzzled.

"Come with me out of the city to relax, so that their mother and son can reunite and talk more freely."

The two of them rode out of the city together, wandering among the broken tiles of the dry forest, and suddenly heard some faint drama in the distance, Feng Jian went on horseback, and Lu Lu followed. The two of them looked for the sound of the opera, Feng Jian was just in a trance, and saw a person in red in front of him sitting on a broken wall of the broken eaves, the red clothes and ribbons fluttering with the breeze, and when he looked at it again, it seemed to be blocked by something.

Feng Jian's heart was anxious, and he just wanted to know who was singing this pleasant play. Lu Lu saw that Feng Jian was impatient, so he let him go and went back to the city by himself.

Feng Jian didn't notice that Lu Lu behind him was gone, but he was just looking for the singer.

Suddenly, when I crossed a dead log, the remnants of the wall appeared in front of me, and the wall that had been burned by the war was about to collapse, but the people sitting on the wall did not realize it at all. Feng Jian looked up at the man in red.

The man was dressed in red, his long hair hung down on his clothes, he was looking up at the sky, and he didn't notice Feng Jian's arrival, humming a song softly in his mouth, Feng Jian suddenly saw that the crack in the remnant wall was gradually widening, realized that it was not good, and flew to the wall, and at this time, the wall collapsed, the man in red did not react, and fell down with a loud scream, but was firmly hugged by Feng Jian, and then Feng Jian kicked his feet and jumped long.

Before the man in red could react, Feng Jian gently put down the man in red and glanced at the man.

The man in red was slightly stunned, then smiled faintly and said, "Thank you for saving me." ”

Feng Jian noticed that the man in red had a plain gauze on his face, but Feng Jian saw the pair of sharp and deep pupils of the man in red, and couldn't help but be stunned, and knew in his heart that this person must be a handsome person.

"You're welcome...... I don't know ...... you" Feng Jian was not sure about men and women, and he was very embarrassed.

The man in red was slightly stunned, knowing that it was Feng Jian who was embarrassed, and took off his veil with a chuckle.

A gust of wind blew, disturbing a pool of spring water.

Dressed in red, a lip dansha, green silk and long hair, a song of leaving people to sing the end of the world, the sky is singing, a song of sadness is gone, spring goes to autumn, one night of begonia flowers, the play and people sing together, people melt into the play, the play dissolves people, three lives are lucky, this life is a jun, another year of spring, wake up several times, and welcome the spring with you.