"Liancheng thanked His Highness for saving his life." Big Wednesday Jay? Sure enough, it was the country that changed people's hearts, Zhen Liancheng didn't pay attention to Fu Huanqing, raised the sherbet on the table, and smiled slightly at Jia Dongfeng, "Liancheng will do it first as respect." Then he drank it all, and at the same time closed his eyes, hiding his cold gaze.

Fu Huanqing was unconscious, picked up the wine glass and came over together, and drank it all, hitting and singing: "The gold is wrong and the white jade is loaded, and the light shines through the window at night......"

The wine glass in Zhen Liancheng's hand was stagnant, this is a poem written by Zhen Lianbi for their three masters, three teenage boys and girls, accompanied by the crown prince and the crown prince to read micro-clothes, traveling in Langya Mountain, bending the water, arrogantly pointing to the country and scolding Fang Xuan, how happy and wanton......

Zheng sounded, only to hear the sound of the piano suddenly, Jia Dongfeng didn't know when to take out the familiar guqin, his left hand was about to be low, fluttering, and then his right hand was supported, like a crane isolated in the beam, the sound of the piano was like a lightning bolt sliding through the night, and then it became more and more intense, as if he was singing with Fu Huanqing, "The husband has not made fifty achievements, and he is independent of Gu Bahuang." Jinghua made friends with all the strange people, and lived and died together in the same period. The thousand-year-old annals are nameless, and the song of "...... of the Son of Heaven is a tribute to the Son of Heaven" fights side by side, and the scene is extremely dangerous. After a long time, the sound of the piano turned soft, for a while like spring brightness, flowers smiling, and the breeze blowing willows; It is like Guihua flowing tiles, drinking under the moon, singing in a low voice.

At this time, Fu Huanqing had also sung to the end, "Erlai is in the army, Hanbin, Nanshan Xiaoxue and jade are rugged......"

"Daddy, why are you crying?" Jia Huaibi suddenly stood up in panic and threw himself into Zhen Liancheng's arms, "Daddy, don't cry, Huaibi will give you candy to eat." ”

Zhen Liancheng came back to his senses at this time, and found that his face was already wet, so he quickly wiped his face with his sleeves and smiled gently at Jia Huaibi: "Uncle is crying with joy." ”

After so many years, Zhen Lianbi's hand-me-down poems are still there, the music composed by Ye Xifeng is still there, and even the people who play the piano and sing are still there, this song can even easily stir up his once passionate heart, but he knows very well in his heart that everything is different.

Fu Huanqing grinned, stepped forward, and wiped the remaining tears for Zhen Liancheng with the tip of his right thumb: "If you drink wine, you will definitely not cry." How good this song is, especially when you played with Dongfeng Qin Xiao in the past, it is simply unparalleled in the world. It's a pity that I don't know how to blow the flute, and I've been coping with the flute for so many years. As he spoke, he pulled out a flute from behind him and played the "Golden Wrong Knife Walk" again.

Jia Dongfeng put his hands on the piano and smiled at Zhen Liancheng: "The flute sound is crisp and tactful, if the melodious sound of the flute is deep and long, if it can't neutralize the evil spirit of the qin, I will be in disharmony." ”

Fu Huanqing finished blowing it alone and lonely, and put away the flute happily, like an obedient kitten curled up back on his seat, looking at Zhen Liancheng and said: "Brother Liancheng, I haven't heard you and Dongfeng's piano and flute ensemble for a long time!" ”

The ensemble of Zhen Liancheng and Jia Dongfeng Qin and Xiao was once one of the three uniques of the Tang Dynasty.

Datang has three uniques: Zhen Lianbi's poems, Fu Huanqing's sword, and the sound of Dongfeng Liancheng.

Only this third must belong to Zhen Liancheng and Jia Dongfeng, and it belongs to the last glory of Datang.

Everything ended with the empress's theft......

"Since I went to Shouyang Mountain, I don't do anymore." Zhen Liancheng sighed regretfully, "However, for today's reunion, let's try it!" "It's only a few days to get together, and when Jia Dongfeng goes on the expedition, if everything goes according to plan, she will bury her bones in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the Tang Dynasty will go to one of them again.

Think of it as a final farewell.

Fu Huan held a purple bamboo hole flute as if offering a treasure, raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "I already knew that you would definitely agree, this is your flute, I stole it from Zhen's mansion." ”

Zhen Liancheng stared at the shiny hole flute in Fu Huanqing's hand, his eyes moistened again, and then he forced back his tears with hatred, and said with a smile: "This is the tune I figured out on Shouyang Mountain, Dongfeng to see if it can be reconciled." ”

Say that put the purple bamboo hole flute to the mouth, first one or two very low and very fine Xiao sound whirl, Xiao sound is clear, high and low, light and flickering, low to the extreme, a few circles, and then low down, although extremely low and very thin, each syllable is still clearly audible, gradually the bass occasionally has a pearl jump, crisp and short, one after another, the sound gradually increases, first such as the splash of the spring, and then such as a group of flowers, the flowers are splendid, mixed with the birds, he sings I and, gradually the birds leave, the spring flowers fall, but the sound of the rain is dashing, A desolate and slaughtering image, drizzle, if there is nothing, finally all silent.

Xiao Sheng paused for a long time, and Fu Huanqing woke up like a dream, and shouted: "Okay! ”

Jia Dongfeng listened to it for a long time, and said with a slight smile: "Liancheng's song sounds melodious and elegant, but in fact, it is extremely exquisite. ”

Fu Huanqing broke his face and said, "Can't you get along?" Then today, wouldn't I be able to hear the ensemble of the east wind and the city of piano and flute, which is rare in the world. ”

Jia Dongfeng smiled but didn't say a word, turned his hand to play the piano, and after two piano sounds, he raised his chin slightly to Zhen Liancheng: "Liancheng, please." ”

Jia Dongfeng has been well-read since he was a child, has a strong will, and is stronger when he is strong, how can he not be able to reconcile? Zhen Liancheng put the flute to his mouth with a smile, Xiao Sheng started again, only heard the ensemble of the piano and flute, sometimes impassioned, sometimes gentle and elegant, the sound of the piano was initially harmonious with Xiao Sheng, and then it turned higher and higher, as dangerous as a reckless, lifting weights like light, but Xiao Sheng slowly went down, like a gossamer floating in the wind, but endlessly, adding to the meaning of intestinal reverberation.

Jia Dongfeng opened his mouth and sang: "The mountains are high and the peaks are longitudinal, and the water is long and the waves are horizontal. And put your heart into the piano song, please listen to it. Between the mountains and rivers, bosom friends are the most rare. But when I heard the sound of the flute, I didn't ask where I came from or where I returned. ”

Fu Huanqing on the side was listening to the blood gushing, the sound of the piano flute suddenly changed, Xiao Sheng became the main key, but the piano sound became the accompaniment, Xiao Sheng became higher and higher, Fu Huanqing only felt a sour feeling in his heart, looked sideways at Jia Huaibi, and even the three-year-old her was in tears. Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and the sound of Xiao also stopped, and there was silence in all directions, and only the bright moon was seen in the courtyard.

Jia Huaibi burst into tears and threw himself into Zhen Liancheng's arms: "Daddy, why am I so sad, I want to cry ......?"

Fu Huanqing rubbed his sour nose, but said happily: "Sure enough, it is rare to hear it in the world, the song of the Dongfeng Liancheng Qin Flute, even if it is worth it, I am really happy today!" Bian Yan also rushed forward, hugged Zhen Liancheng's arm and said: "Brother Liancheng, teach me to blow the flute, you don't know, when you are not there, Dongfeng is basically sealed." You taught me that if you are not there, I will be at peace with the east wind! ”

Zhen Liancheng turned a deaf ear, just lowered his head with a complicated expression, and muttered: "I don't ask where I came from and ...... return."

However, the lord of Huaibi County poked his head out of Zhen Liancheng's arms and said, "Dad is my mother's, uncle is not allowed to rob it!" ”