Outside the tent, there was the sound of a harp.

In the autumn breeze outside the gate, the sound of the piano seems very far.

There is a piano in the distance, ethereal, and the sound urges the rain.

However, although the light was not clear, there was no rain.

Li Xianyue, the king of Jin, listened to the sound of the piano, which was especially abrupt in the military camp, and his frowning brows finally eased.

Everyone's expressions calmed down a little.

"As long as the sound of this piano is always there, the Abrupt people will never break into the territory of my Datang." All the generals in the camp were so adamant.

The sound of the qin is the backbone of the Tang Dynasty, and it will never fall, even if it is Nanwu, it cannot be extinguished, and even the holy general of Nanwu who has been missing for more than ten years cannot extinguish the sound of the Qin of the Tang Dynasty.

Li Zenan, the king of Qin, likes to plant flowers, he is a beautiful man, and he looks like flowers, but his imperial brother Li Xianyue is completely different from him.

Li Xianyue is not good-looking, only a few people in the palace know that his birth did not wait for ten months, so as soon as he was born, he was frail and sickly, and his head was a little deformed.

So, he exercised his body since he was a child, practiced martial arts uninterruptedly, and was familiar with the art of war, and over time, his frailty and sickness disappeared, but he had the courage of ten thousand people, and was very familiar with the art of war.

His voice is very loud, very loud, very imposing, but not reckless, without any reckless state, just infectious, very able to resonate with everyone with his voice, he is very bright, can not see any dirty, as long as on the street, see any behavior he does not like, will stand out to be the wrongdoer, to stop, Chang'an people like him very much, but because of this, he will have the courage to admonish his father, and finally was thrown to this northern frontier for a long time.

This northern frontier did not knock him into the abyss, but created his greatness, under the leadership of the general of Beida in Beitang Town, a generation of famous generals Qiu Jingshan, he shone with dazzling brilliance.

Li Xianyue stared at the map model and muttered for a long time.

"Ashinaqin is a famous general." He said.

"He's especially good at surprise and surprises, he comes and goes like the wind, and he's very sharp, often able to tear through the line, but he never loves to fight, and he's a very scary person."

"His rangers are most powerful in the plains, here, here, and here, under his cavalry, with an unobstructed view, and it would be against us to meet him in those places."

"We need a battlefield that can crush him." His gaze swept over the terrain that had been reduced countless times, as if he was reviewing the northern frontier of the Tang Dynasty.

"This is it." His fingers pointed firmly and unwaveringly at one place, his gaze blazing.

Outside the tent, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

After a long time, it sounded again.

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Guan Kuo got a rusty spear.

He kept wiping it, and although the spear was very inconspicuous, he cherished it very much.

He knew that from now on, it was the only one who could save his life.

Their tents were disheveled, and there were prisoners lying everywhere waiting to charge and die, and of course, they were now soldiers.

Tie Shan Wu put his two hands under the back of his head, looked at the sky and lay down, watching Guan Kuo keep wiping the spear that always made people suspect that it would break in a battle, with a mocking expression. And his own spear, just casually thrown aside.

"What kind of eyes do you have!" Guan Kuo looked at him, frowned and asked.

"I'm looking at a fool." Iron Mountain didn't smile.

"Twenty-one!" Guan Kuo clenched his spear.

"Don't underestimate it," Guan Kuo said, "without it, I can only be cut by people, and after having it, I can not only be cut by people, but also stabbed people." ”

Iron Shan Wu forcibly held back not to let himself laugh.

“MD！” Guan Kuo, who has always boasted of being a good tutor and rarely swears, couldn't help but scold, threw the spear to the ground, and walked out of the camp.

He didn't want to see this guy again for a while.

He was going to do his routine - study the bamboo slip.

Now that the war is imminent, he doesn't know if he will be hacked to death tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and when he thinks of the hunchbacked old Kim and his father, he can't wait to use this to save his life, although every day is disappointed.

Until now, he still didn't know anything about the bamboo slip, which made him very uncomfortable in his heart, like knowing that a thing that could save his life was in front of him, but he couldn't get it.

He looked back on the past and realized if he had not seized the opportunity.

The hunchbacked old Kim said that he didn't know what was written on it.

At that time, he actually believed it, and now, he knows that this must be a lie, the hunchbacked old Jin is gone, and he is unwilling to tell himself what is above before leaving.

Father, he didn't say it, he didn't know if his father didn't have the opportunity to talk to him, or if he was like the hunchback old gold, he didn't want to say it, or it was inconvenient to say it.

He sighed and began to remember that there was only one thing he could do now.

The moonlight was cold, colder than that night.

In the distance, the sound of the piano is in the ears.

He stopped remembering and looked up, slightly surprised.

He felt that although it was not impossible for the sound of the piano to appear here, it was always inappropriate and a little out of place, who was it that would actually stroke the piano and sing on this night?

He stood up and walked towards the place where the sound of the qin came from, but gradually found that the sound of the qin was in the center of the camp, where the big tent of Li Xianyue, the king of Jin, was not something he could easily approach.

He stopped and stood, quietly listening to the sound of the piano in the open and distant distance, and returned to the bloody wind of the night's palace in a trance.

The sound of the piano hadn't changed, and there wasn't any hint of blood, but why did it remind him of this?

It can only be said that this is a kind of infection, which reminds people of the past, those unforgettable past events.

At this time, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly and became silent.

He stood there for a long time.

I don't know why, he felt a little lost and depressed.

He saw the soldiers on patrol in full armor coming in orderly steps, so he did not linger any longer, but slowly walked towards the road from which he came, and sat outside the tent, silently looking at the bamboo slips by the light of the fire.

It's just that the previous sound of the piano seems to be still in my ears, and I can't get rid of it.

He used to be the son of the Guanfu, he can listen to the piano, and he likes to listen to the piano, although he doesn't know anything about the rhythm, but he appreciates the artistic conception that the sound of the piano can bring to people.

Now, Chang'an is far away, he originally thought that the days of being able to hear the sound of the piano were gone, but he didn't expect that in this military camp full of life and death, he could still hear such a superb sound of the piano, and he couldn't help but sigh and feel incredible.