Yang Jincheng suddenly felt very bored, he was bored, he shouldn't talk to Yang Jintang, he shouldn't say a word.

He turned to look at Mr. Fang, who looked like he was watching a good show, and lowered his face: "If you lose, you have to admit it." ”

Mr. Fang laughed and saluted Yang Jincheng with a fist: "If you lose in the next, you will be ugly in the next." ”

Yang Jintang was still gasping for breath, but this didn't prevent him from clearly hearing the conversation between Yang Jincheng and Mr. Fang, his expression turned from doubt to anger, these two damn guys actually treated him like nothing!

But he could only breathe, and could not utter a word.

Mr. Fang cleared his throat, slapped his hands lightly on his knees, and really sang.

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp. Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound...... Plugging the outside sound, the autumn soldiers on the battlefield. The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death...... Posthumous name. Poor white happens! ”

Mr. Fang's singing voice is deep and low, vicissitudes of life, as if floating from a distant place, spreading and growing in the emptiness, obviously just one person's voice, but like the voices of countless people bursting from the bottom of his heart.

Those people and things that have been around for a long time, only existing in history books and on the streets, have all become clear and real at this moment.

Emperor Taizu, who broke the territory with great talents, Xiao Yuan, who swallowed mountains and rivers with a horizontal sword, Yang Feng, who was stoic and tenacious in the three armies, and Zhou Yi, the invincible Yan King, who was heroic and heroic!

In the best years, they rode horses, galloped in the long river of years, gradually faded away, from intense to dim, and finally disappeared from the sight of the world, turning into immortal stars in the night sky.

The singing had stopped, and the room was silent.

After a long time, crisp applause came, and Yang Jincheng laughed: "Lao Fang, I didn't expect you to have this hand, it seems that you were clumsy before, this song is really good, when it is a big white, but unfortunately there is no wine here." ”

Mr. Fang gave his hand again and again: "I have won awards and awards, this is a work of the ages, it is a good poem, not that I sing well." ”

"It's all good, it's all good, before you die, this song is enough, Yang's life is enough!" Yang Jincheng laughed.

Mr. Fang also laughed, he glanced at Yang Jintang, Yang Jintang finally stopped gasping for breath, but the whole person did not have the sharpness of Fang Cai, like a frosted eggplant, wilting.

Those strong stubborn qi can't withstand suppression, even if it's just a laugh or a song from an opponent, and one doesn't care, it can beat his arrogance that burned with great difficulty to the ashes.

"Eldest Prince, if people have an afterlife, what do you want to do?" Mr. Fang suddenly asked.

The laughter was overwhelming, Yang Jincheng thought for a moment when he heard the words, and exhaled a long breath of turbidity: "If there is an afterlife, I will join the army since I was a teenager, fight on the battlefield, and repay the defeat in one exhibition; In middle age, he unloaded his armor, showed his talents, and was unbridled and beautiful; When he was old, he went into hiding, an old wife, two or three old friends, several children and grandchildren, and talked and laughed in the shade of green poplars. ”

These words reminded Mr. Fang of that year, when he first met Yang Jincheng in the capital, he was in a brocade robe and jade crown, handsome, and noble.

In the blink of an eye, the young man carved in pink has gone through vicissitudes.

What he is looking forward to now, but can only hope for the next life, should have been his life, such a background, such a talent, all this is within his reach, but in the end, he got nothing.

"It's the Yang family who is dragging you down." Mr. Fang sighed.

"Definitely. I enjoy the glory of the family, but also bear the responsibility of the family, old man, you are alone, you can't understand the meaning of the family to me...... More important than life. Yang Jincheng's expression returned to his usual solemnity.

Mr. Fang glanced at Yang Jintang, who was standing on the side, again, but said to Yang Jincheng: "If Yang Jinting is still alive, who will you save him and him?" ”

Yang Jincheng hooked his lips and smiled: "Lao Fang, if you ask knowingly, I will save the fifth child, even if it is a sea of swords and fires, I will save him...... This is what I owe him, but unfortunately, after so many years, I can't pay it back, I think he is dead, he has died a long time ago, Lao Fang, you must know, right? ”

Mr. Fang's heart moved, Yang Jincheng said that he owed Yang Jinting?

Could it be that Yang Jie's death back then was really as Miss Tong and the king of Yanbei County guessed?

Once, when he endorsed the sister and brother of Yanbei County Wang, the sister and brother got together and whispered, his ear power was excellent, and Zhou Tong said to Yanbei County King that day about several of her friends.

Those people are Feiyuwei, and they are Yang Jie's personal guards, Xiao Ren in order to avenge the prince of Qin, on the canal, attacked Yang Jie, several of them protected Yang Jie and Yang Jincheng to escape, but Yang Jie still died, but Yang Jincheng not only wanted the four of them to take the blame, but also wanted to kill them, they had to borrow the fire to escape, and later met Zhou Tong and formed a life-and-death friendship with her.

At that time, the pair of sisters and brothers, who were also eccentric, believed that Xiao Ren was the main cause of Yang Jie's death, and Yang Jincheng must have played a disgraceful role in it.

For example, he was able to rescue Yang Jie, but he watched him die.

"My uncle didn't know how to be watery, and at that time, I was already distracted...... If I had been more calm, more adaptable, and more tenacious, my uncle would not have died, and the fifth brother would not have lost his youth and had no support, and after that, I knew that my uncle had a fine work around him, but I still let people run away, and for many years after that, every time I think of the events of the year, I can't sleep, I owe the fifth brother, I owe him. ”

Yang Jincheng had tears in his eyes, the fifth brother who liked to laugh and always seemed to be a big grown-up was less than sixteen years old when he disappeared.

Mr. Fang sighed and said: "You guessed right, Yang Jinting did die a long time ago, on the night of his disappearance, he died at the hands of Ji Siye, by the way, Ji Siye is the Ji Immortal of the True Immortal Sect, he is also the Tu Wei of the Later Jin Dynasty, and the great eunuch Tu Shaoling, who was known as the nine thousand years old in the previous dynasty, was his father-in-law." ”

After Mr. Fang finished speaking, his heart was much more relaxed, he didn't lie, although he suspected that the incident had nothing to do with Zhou Tong, but Yang Jinting really wasn't killed by Zhou Tong, Miss Tong, yes, no, no, she, like her mother, is daring.

"I see, what about Yang Jinxuan? His head was hung in the Kuixing Tower, and Tu Wei did it? Yang Jincheng asked.

Mr. Fang glanced at Yang Jintang again, Yang Jintang still looked wilted, but he was listening to them with his ears open.

"That's not it, there is a battalion of dead soldiers under Tu Wei, who not only kills people for the Later Jin, but also collects money to do things for others. Yang Qin bribed the people of the rivers and lakes to save Yang Jinxuan, and Tu Wei came when he heard the news, so it was Tu Wei's people who rescued Yang Jinxuan that time, and Yang Jinting was killed by Tu Wei because of this...... Yang Jinxuan was killed by Miss Tong, and so was Ling Zun! ”