Hands up, strings sound. The sound of the piano overflowed from the divorced girl and merged into a trickling spring, flowing slowly. The fragrant air is mixed with the warm sound of the piano, and in that strange and unpredictable atmosphere, there is an indescribable sense of disobedience.

It's a rope......

Mu Bingyue's eyes lit up!

Only a few sounds popped up from the girl, and Mu Bingyue had already heard it.

It is a song dedicated to pipa music and praises the peace of the world. During the Chongzhen period, a talented person was played.

In the third or fourth year of Chongzhen, Yuan Chonghuan was imprisoned, and his own change was forced by his livelihood.

By asking how sad this song is, it makes me suddenly remember the time when the country was broken.

Those who don't know will only be floating and prosperous on its surface, and they can't hear any sad sound about it at all, but Mu Bingyue knows this song very well.

Because...... This song is exactly what she has rewritten.

The young son of heaven has been on the throne for more than three years, and the Zhu Ming Dynasty has also walked the road for three hundred years.

This pipa song was adapted by her and her divorced daughter, and outsiders only heard its beautiful sound

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At that time, in order to help the divorced daughter, Mu Bingyue chose a lot of tunes for her, and in order to help the divorced daughter deeply understand the subtlety of the song, she deliberately chose to say those ancient deeds to pave the way for her as a background.

At this moment, what does she mean by composing this song?

The country is broken... Gone... Chongzhen...

... Li Zicheng

Did she get in touch with him?

Did he ask her to contact her?

Without waiting for Mu Bingyue to figure it out, the sound of the piano under the girl's fingers had changed imperceptibly.

'After Nangong Rui ascended the throne, he was forcibly expropriated and extravagant, and the people were miserable......

Others may not be able to hear what this is at all, but in Mu Bingyue's ears, it is a deafening sound.

When the two of them changed the music together, they were bored and relieved, so they played word games with the piano, like Morse code.

The sound of the piano fell in clusters, and in the ears of others, it was just a rain bead plate, but in Mu Bingyue's ears, it was deafening.

He really didn't care about the lives of the people!

Could it be that the imperial power is really more important than anything else?

She really misjudged him!

The sound of the piano turned sharply, Mu Bingyue's face became more and more embarrassed, Xuanyuan Yi leaned on the dragon seat, closed his eyes and seemed to be intoxicated, as if Mu Bingyue played or not, he didn't care, and the ministers in the lower seat looked subtle.

The sound of "Zheng ......" cracked silk was abruptly added to the sound of gurgling water. Mu Bingyue's eyes were cold, and her fingers kept falling.

"One will succeed in ten thousand bones, and thousands of miles of blood stain the rivers and mountains.

The souls of the martyrs are buried in a foreign land, and the women and children at home are crying and breaking their intestines.

The lonely lamp has been sleepless all night, and the soul has never dreamed.

Ling Chi's old mother has an inch of heart, and there are many wronged souls under the bloodthirsty knife.

The upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone. ”

This ballad sung by Mu Bingyue has been widely circulated among the people. Grievances, sad words!

At this moment, the sound of the piano could not bear her anger at all, and at the same time, a boundless sadness was silently diffused in her heart.

Her fingers seemed to have millions of soldiers, her voice was passionate, and her heart was shocked, and everyone in the seat did not change color, and the faces of the eldest grandson Jinglan and others were even more serious.

They don't know the legend of Mu Bingyue, but when they really see the real person, they know what the difference between cloud and mud is, before entering the hall, her cold fragrance has already taken the lead, and when they see me, each of them can't help but put down a heavy boulder in their hearts, but this will make them know why they can't let go of her like this.

I saw that her body was slender, her ink-like black hair went straight to her waist, her jade flawless face was seven points cold, three points cold, her eyebrows were cross-green, her beautiful eyes rose to the moon, and the whole person was as cold as a winter spring, and clear as a new moon. Between the eyebrows, there is a compelling aura that is very different from that of mortal women.

The sound of the piano was agitated, and the concubines' hearts were heavy

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No matter what he thinks, she will never let those tens of thousands of people sacrifice in that struggle for fame and fortune.

He, how can this be?

The sound of the piano cracked, like a storm crashing on the shore, the pupils were frozen in ice, and the silent gaze pierced through the sky.

The sound of the piano of the divorced girl suddenly became chaotic, and she wanted to explain, but she was suppressed by Mu Bingyue's piano sound.

The rebellion of the Red Flame Division, if it is said that the fuse started from Mu Bingyue, then the divorce is the introduction.

If there was no greed for leaving her daughter, Mu Bingyue would not have been forced to substitute for the round, and if there was no intentional mistake of leaving her daughter, they would not have found her at all.

It was she who ignited this rebellion in her family and country, and it was she who fueled this disaster of the river of blood.

Ling Feng is arrogant, and he is dressed in white cream. The iron is loud and tears the sky.

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, and the divorced girl was able to breathe from the oppressive atmosphere, and she plucked the strings like rain.

‘...... It's my selfishness that made this disaster befall Chiyan, in the past three years, I blame myself every day, I can't sleep with guilt, but I can't help it, now only my sister can save this Chiyan thousands of people, I know that I am an unforgivable sin, and now, only one death can apologize, under Jiuquan, go to Sister Xue to ask for guilt......"

"Buzz......" Mu Bingyue pressed the strings with her hands, the sound of the piano stopped suddenly, the tail note trembled, and Mu Bingyue Jie Yu trembled slightly.

Mu Bingyue's abrupt end, leaving the woman's hand to stroke the strings, but it is difficult to become a rhythm, and if she continues to play at the moment, it will only attract the attention of others, but such an opportunity is afraid that it will be difficult to find, but Xuanyuan Yi has been awakened by Mu Bingyue's abrupt end, although he is reluctant to leave the girl, he can only helplessly stop.

Mu Bingyue's eyes were gloomy, her hands were weakly put down, and she closed her eyes for a long time, silent.

The atmosphere in the hall fell silent for a moment, Xuanyuan Yi seemed to have woken up from his intoxication, and when he regained a trace of sanity, he finally did not let this farce continue.

Xuanyuan Yi got up and wanted to take a group of people out of the Qilin Palace, but the girl stood up hurriedly when she saw it, and then pretended to inadvertently take out a small red blessing bag embroidered with the word Fu from her arms.

"This is my blessing bag embroidered at night, if my sister doesn't dislike it, I will stay."

Mu Bingyue closed her eyes and didn't say a word, and when she was leaving, she stood up from the chair and turned her back.

She made a decisive statement, so that it was difficult to leave the girl to speak again, she grabbed the blessing bag in frustration, Xuanyuan Yi was not giving her a chance, called a minister, and rushed to another banquet.

When the daughter left, she quietly put the blessing bag on the flower stand at the door, and the concubines who came out saw it but did not speak, and now the more Mu Bingyue is involved with the old country, the more Xuanyuan Yi's hatred for her will be deepened.

Nangong Rui faced internal and external troubles, did not want to forge ahead, but enjoyed and lewd every day, in order to satisfy his selfish desires, set up more names, and expropriated violently, the queen was also overly wealthy, the two of them were a raccoon dog, Qin Duo and other ministers were acting for the tiger, the red flame was up and down, a mess of filth, the people's grievances were boiling, and it was a matter of time before the people pulled the flag and rebelled.

Chiyan beauty pageant, the original intention of leaving the woman to enter the palace was to assassinate Nangong Rui, but after learning the true intention of Nangong Rui's beauty pageant, she changed her mind, Chiyan thousands of people are in urgent need of redemption, but she is by no means alone, she knows more or less about Mu Bingyue's temperament, the only thing she didn't expect is that the relationship between Mu Bingyue and Emperor Xuanyuan has evolved so stiff in a short journey.

If you want to save Chiyan, she is the only one in the world, Mu Bingyue

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The reason why these disasters befell Chi Yan's head is also because she is full of selfishness, and now, she can only apologize with death.

The night was deep, a gust of cold wind was blowing, and Mu Bingyue's misty eyes gradually returned to clarity.

'What is so hard about death, what is the unatonement for sin, how can there be liberation?' Sadness covered the humidity in Mu Bingyue's eyes, and these crisp piano sounds passed through the palace and fell into the ears of the woman, and the figure of the woman was slightly paused, and Xiao Suo's figure gradually drifted away, and there was a thick layer of sadness wafting in the cold wind.

Mu Bingyue sat silently on the chair.

No matter what she does, there is no perfect solution, no matter what she does, it seems that it will cause a greater disaster, Yu Chiyan, Yu Xuanyuan, they are all exhausted, and they can't afford to endure the war.

Nangong Chen...... Do you really want to do that?

When Mu Bingyue lost her mind, the blessing bag had quietly disappeared.

With pious prayers and good wishes, the feast began, and everyone smiled as if they had forgotten what had happened before, and raised their glasses to congratulate each other.

In the noisy atmosphere, Xuanyuan Yi only stared indifferently at the lonely shadow of him on the cold wine glass, and in the crowded night, he only felt the coldness of a person, the silence of a person, and his courtiers and concubines toasted him from time to time, but he didn't feel the atmosphere of the festival at all, and only drank it all numbly.

The queen mother returned to the palace early, Xuanyuan Yi was silently distracted, and the concubines had to take on the responsibility of the host, and from time to time to comfort the wives of those marquis and ministers, so that the atmosphere did not follow Xuanyuan Yi to go cold.

The moonlight is so cold, the trembling feeling is like a grain of gravel, gently tapping on Xuanyuan Yi's unspeakable lonely heart lake, his black and bright ink pupils seem to flash with small fragments of past memories, in this cold winter night, and the silence of this cold night, in the distant silence, so that as soon as he closes his eyes, he can think of those bits and pieces when he first met.

In the past New Year's banquets, the concubines and the first and second ministers would carefully prepare some programs to help the fun, but today Xuanyuan Yi was obviously not interested, so no one stepped forward to ask for interest, and everyone communicated with each other tacitly.

The night was silent, and in the midnight dream, Mu Bingyue was suddenly wrapped in a strong breath, no matter how she struggled, her drowsy consciousness was difficult to withdraw, and gradually her consciousness was completely lost in the darkness.

The snow is falling and the sun has not yet risen, and the snow and tree branches are already full of birds that have risen early to find food.

Xuanyuan Yi's eyes looked at her who was still sleeping, she was like a feather in the air, he wanted to touch it, but he couldn't bear to disturb her sleep.

Yesterday he was drunk, she ...... Also drunk......

At the annual banquet, he drank one cup after another...... After that, he still had memories, and some of them were blurred. Xuanyuan Yi only knew at this moment that if he had never done so easily in the past, but at this time, the others were in the Qilin Palace, and they arrived here before the palace banquet was over.

It's really too much to drink, that's why I'm so willful.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Yi knew that he should leave, her affairs had not yet calmed down, and there was criticism from the government and the opposition, but he was powerless to move half a minute when he smelled her icy fragrance.

Just let him be completely willful once, today is the New Year, isn't it!

Maybe there will be no such quiet moment between them in the future.