Li Xianyue stood there, motionless, his eyes staring at the simulated sand.

And so it went on for a long time.

It wasn't until it was completely dark outside that he walked out of the camp, without any guards, and walked through the camp in military uniform, with a saber at his waist, not knowing where he was going.

Time's up.

The piano sounded.

Inside the camp, there are fires on all sides, like dots everywhere.

However, he did not approach the light, but followed the sound of the piano to the empty and dark place.

The sound of the piano has a very special atmosphere, which is evocative and evocative, and he, Li Xianyue, has listened to it for many years and never gets tired of listening to it.

In the camp, Guan Kuo is not the only one who listens to the piano, he is too, but he can't listen to the sounds that accompany his growth every night.

Ashina Qin forced over, and the situation was not optimistic, but tonight, he had to let the guqin and the old man who played the qin accompany him.

Like so many nights over the years.

The sky outside the gate, when clear, is clear both during the day and at night, but once it becomes gloomy and full of gloom, an atmosphere of depression and decay immediately arises.

Li Xianyue didn't like this atmosphere very much, but having the piano as his companion was able to defuse this atmosphere to a limited extent.

The old man in the high place, and the guqin, were frozen there, not real, like a vague shadow, he closed his eyes, opened them again, and felt that everything was clear and kind.

The old man's old hand was beating on the strings, and his face was also full of wrinkles, looking at his face, Li Xianyue couldn't help but sigh and be grateful. For the sake of the Northern Tang Dynasty, this one, has paid too much.

He was tall, but when he came to the high ground, he looked a little short, and then when he got down on one knee, he looked even shorter, or more humble, to be exact.

He is the prince of a dynasty and a legendary general in Northern Xinjiang who is very loved by the people of the Northern Tang Dynasty, but in front of this old man, he leaned down very willingly to show his respect and show his low posture in front of the other party.

"Xianyue pays a visit to the god of war." He said respectfully.

The old man ignored him.

The old man once said to a young man surnamed Guan that when you are doing something and there is nothing else to interrupt you, then focus on what you are doing at the moment and don't think about anything else.

Of course, he himself can do it first, even if he is a prince of a dynasty, his protégé in the essence is not as important as the qin in his hand at present, this is not his intentional disrespect for Li Xianyue's status as a prince, but a first-come-first-served concept, playing the piano first, Li Xianyue visiting later, he knows that Li Xianyue has nothing important to look for himself, so he naturally has to play the piano first.

This was his first song of the night, one at the end, and two more.

Li Xianyue didn't have any displeasure, on the contrary, he was immersed in the sound of the piano, feeling very happy, he didn't smile on weekdays, and even the corners of his mouth were filled with a smile, and even the matter of Ashinaqin was almost melting in his heart.

He is in the palace, he likes to listen to the piano the most, the musicians in the palace are very skilled, his sister, the first beauty of the Northern Tang Dynasty, the princess of Guangle Li Xiyun's piano skills are also very superb, so he loves this royal sister very much, but it was not until he came to the north of Xinjiang and saw the legendary Qiu Jingshan, the god of war in the Northern Tang Dynasty, that he felt that the sound of the piano in the palace was less than one percent compared to hereNot everyone is qualified to have.

Qiu Jingshan played three songs, and finished.

There are no beams and pillars here, naturally there is no aftermath around the beams, and the effect of three days is endless, but the sound of the piano is vaguely echoing outside the pass, and with the autumn wind drifting farther and farther, it also echoes in the heart of Li Xianyue, the king of Jin, and it will never stop.

Qiu Jingshan placed the guqin very preciously, and then went down the height, came to Li Xianyue, leaned down, pulled the other party up, and said: "His Royal Highness the King of Jin has tormented the old man, and the old man can't afford it!" ”

Li Xianyue was happily lifted up by the other party, and it seemed that touching the other party more than once could add countless glory.

"The god of war is not the god of war, it's too vain, you imposed it on me, and I don't dare to ask for it." Qiu Jingshan said again.

Li Xianyue smiled: "Datang always needs a god of war, but besides you, who is qualified to be a god of war?" For the sake of the people of the Tang Dynasty, you should accept this well-deserved title of God of War. ”

He rarely laughs, and because of his poor appearance, he doesn't look good when he smiles, but when he is with Qiu Jingshan, he always shows a smile, and that kind of smile is not only like a child's flattery to the adults he admires, but also from the bottom of his heart.

Qiu Jingshan shook his head, he had been called the god of war for so many years, and this title had almost become an established fact, and it was impossible to refute it.

Qiu Jingshan returned to the highest place, standing next to the guqin, facing the south, as if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, he saw the beautiful country, and saw the person who had been entangled with him almost all his life.

Li Xianyue slowly went up, and finally stood side by side with Qiu Jingshan, but although he was also looking at the south, he was not looking at the country that Qiu Jingshan was looking at, he was looking at Chang'an, thinking about the people there.

I don't know if my father's body is good, and I don't know if that beautiful sister is good.

Then, suddenly, he spoke again.

"The person you said, I checked."

Qiu Jingshan didn't look at him, but Li Xianyue knew that he was listening carefully.

So, he continued: "His name is Guan Kuo, he is the son of Guan Qinghe in the past Zhongshu Ling, and the captain of the horse who once cherished Yun, since he designed to kill Guan Qinghe, he was sent to the army, but I didn't expect that he was still alive and came here." ”

He paused: "In the end, he bumped into you." ”

"Guan Qinghe ......" Qiu Jingshan whispered a few words, then narrowed his eyes and said, "He's a character, it's a pity." ”

"There's no pity," Li Xianyue interrupted Qiu Jingshan's words on an impulsive basis on this issue, although he regretted it a little after interrupting, "The Li family's country can't stay if you covet it." ”

Qiu Jingshan didn't say much about this topic, he had his own different views and opinions, but it was inconvenient to talk to Li Xianyue.

In life, many times, not everyone can say all the words, even if he is Qiu Jingshan, some things, it is better not to discuss them.