Chapter 842: Troubled Imperial Capital 12

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"Search his soul before he wakes up, or he will definitely choose to kill himself!"

He doesn't have much affection for the photo studio, and besides, the people in this photo studio have also dealt with themselves, so there is no need to be soft.

After some tossing, he didn't get much information, and such a person was useless, so he killed him directly, destroying the corpse and leaving no trace.

"The photo studio is indeed well-organized, learn from it!"

He really didn't know anything about these things, otherwise there would be no such thing as asking them for ruining the Yang family, so it was necessary to solve this problem as soon as possible.

From this person's mind, Yang Chen found that this person didn't even know where the most basic photo studio base was, which showed that the means of this photo studio were extraordinary.

It is not far from the emperor, Yang Chen is ready to take the official road, and it is not very wise to break in at this time.

There are people coming and going on the official road, there are still dozens of miles away, but in the distant sky, a magnificent city wall has come into view, shrouded in fog, and it is impossible to see everything, but it is enough to shock.

The winding avenue leads to the huge city gate, and there are already sizable villages in the surrounding area.

The closer you get, the more people are on the road.

There are indeed many strong people here, and the foundation building monks grab a lot of them, and they can be seen everywhere, and many of the stalls are set up by these foundation building monks.

It is indeed prosperous, and this place is already a small city.

Looking at the magnificent city in front of you, the prosperity is exhausted, is there the figure sleeping in your heart?

Behind him is a road that I don't know if I can return, and the beginning of sadness tells the final ending?

I don't know, I don't dare to ask, everything may fade with the years, washed away by time, but until then, how will I give you peace? How will I find you, and fulfill the vows and promises I made to myself?

Syllable......

"Driving...... ...... driving"

In a trance, a group of iron horsemen galloped by, all tall and mighty, murderous, and the royal sign gave them the privilege of passing, and passers-by gave way one after another.

Of course, Yang Chen didn't cause any trouble, and he also gave way after reacting.

He was going to rest here for the time being before entering the city.

But he didn't notice that someone on the corner looked at him a few times, confirmed it a few times, and a message had quietly spread.

"Little Er, let's have a pot of wine!"

"Howler!"

In the tavern, Yang Chen casually ordered a pot of wine.

He is lonely, always alone, without any friends, without anyone to talk to, he wants tranquility, but he is afraid of the loneliness in this tranquility.

The liquor was strong, but it couldn't get him drunk, and he wanted to break it, but he knew he could only stay sober.

Life is unfamiliar, in this strange place, looking at strange scenes, looking at strange people, some people cheering, some people crying, every place, there are all kinds of things in the world, every place, there are also many crises, this is reality, but also rivers and lakes.

After a few hours, there were no customers in the small shop at this time, after all, this place was not a night market, and there was no entertainment.

"Little Er, is the inn upstairs in your house?"

Xiao Er was overjoyed when he heard this, and said yes again and again;

"Yes, objectively, but the small shop is simple, and there have always been no customers! If the guest officer does not dislike it, he will give you a 5% discount!"

It can be seen that this small shop really has no business, because the location is not good, it is a little more remote, and the place with good business is still a short distance from here.

Gave a little spirit stone, enter the room, it is indeed simple, although it is close to the official road, but go one mile further, there will be a better choice, so it is normal for no one to live in a place like this that is a little tattered at first glance.

Pushing open the window, he jumped onto the roof with a flask in his hand, and looked at the lights in front of him that had nothing to do with him, and the noise came from afar.

A firework burst into the sky and exploded high in the sky.

The joy in the distance, which has nothing to do with him, is the source of loneliness.

Drink a glass of wine, wave your hand, place the guqin horizontally on your knees, and play a song.

Playing "Pipa Language" on the piano, he likes the quietness of this song and is fascinated by the ethereal nature of this song.

Boom...... Boom......

He doesn't need an audience, he just cares if he can let his heart get a little comfort in this song.

He never cared if he played well or not, of course, what he didn't know was that his level was okay.

The repeated prelude brings people into a state of lingering compassion and wanting to talk about it, and the faint and sad sound of the piano makes people indulge in the artistic conception of the rhythm and can't stop.

The owner of the small shop, holding an eight or nine-year-old child at this time, sat next to his wife, quietly listening to the melodious sound of the piano, and snuggled up to each other.

The sound of the piano is transmitted to the bustling city, and finally it is muffled by the hustle and bustle of drinking and drunkenness, where there is no lack of various rhythms, but there is a lack of quiet beauty.

"It's him!"

On a rooftop a few streets away, a man was dressed in fluttering clothes, like a silk, like a frightening man.

In the night, standing in a bundle, a group of waste, green silk flying.

"Has it grown to this point in such a short period of time?"

Muttering to himself, asking and answering himself, his gaze gradually focused on Yang Chen.

When she was in Qingling Mountain, Yang Chen also met her when she was playing the piano, to be precise, it was like being peeped at by herself all night today, of course, but not peeping, it was an upright appreciation.

He remembered Yang Chen, not because Yang Chen was excellent, but because of Yang Chen's piano sound.

The sound of the piano seems to be telling her heart, and she feels very comfortable listening to the sound of the piano.

"Thirteen, do you think I can be as free as him?"

In the darkness of the eaves, a slender figure, a female nun.

"Princess, aren't you free?"

The girl smiled slightly and didn't speak again, but the woman called Thirteen glanced at Yang Chen;

"Is he free?"

The girl stared at Yang Chen, shook her head slightly, and finally said nothing.