"I don't remember much of the appearance of the concubine of the Qing Dynasty...... Ye Mujing rubbed the corners of his forehead lightly with one hand, and began to recall, "I met a few times when I was a child. In my impression, although the concubine is not as beautiful as the queen mother, she is a very clear beauty......"

"Brother Jing, do you mean that Ling Shang's appearance looks like her?" The wind of the autumn night blew, and the eardrum of the Zhijiao night Mu ginseng roared.

"That's not like it, it's just that these eyes remind me of the concubine." Ye Mujing shook his head, and he was very uncertain about his guess, "I may be mistaken, Ling Shang is neither like a noble concubine, nor like his father...... emperor."

Ye Mujing only said the word "father" and stopped.

He knew better than anyone how bad these two words were for Ye Mu Shen.

"Mu Shen, don't think about it. Ling Shang should not be the third brother. Ye Mujing tried to comfort Ye Mushen, "If the third brother is really like what his aunt said in her last words, I am afraid that he will be long gone......"

Ye Mushen lowered his eyes gloomily, and his chest was filled with bitterness.

"For as long as I can remember, I didn't know I had an older brother...... "Ye Mushen recalled, "When I was seven years old, Ayan was taken in by my aunt along with those refugees, and I just thought he was a homeless wild child......

"It's been so long, Mu Shen, why haven't you let yourself go?" Ye Mujing worriedly persuaded, "You were too young at that time, I can't blame you." Pray for the well-being of the deceased in the next life......"

"It's all my fault," Ye Mushen blamed himself more and more the more he thought about it, and drank three glasses in a row, "If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have ......"

"Can't blame you. It's true. Ye Mujing reached out and pressed the wine bottle in Ye Mushen's hand, "Don't drink it." ”

Ye Mushen put down the wine bottle in a daze, and was full of guilt for a while, and even Ling Shang left it behind.

"Do you think, if the third brother was still in the princess's mansion thirteen years ago, what would my father do to him?" Ye Mujing attached to Ye Mushen's ear and said, "What you did was not all about harming him. Besides, you've been looking for him for five years...... If you persist in it, it is to find his ashes, what's the point? ”

"He's alive." Ye Mushen gritted his teeth and turned back, "I won't allow him to die." ”

"I don't want him to die." Ye Mujing sighed lightly, "The one I want to suffer from is myself...... But life and death are fateful, and many things are beyond the control of you and me......"

"Brother Jing!" Ye Mushen roared in a low voice, "I said, he's still alive. ”

"Alas......" Ye Mujing helplessly poured himself a drink, "If he lives, he will not want to see you like this." ”

The monk of Tsz Yun Temple said the same thing to Ye Mushen hundreds of times, but he still didn't want to believe it.

He admired ginseng at night, and he had always been unfaithful.

A sense of powerlessness hit my heart.

Ye Mushen remembered his task tonight, and finally stopped talking, only looked at Ling Shang in a daze.

At this time, the play on stage has reached the last scene.

The overlord is embattled, and he sings generously and sadly in the tent, only sighing at the end of his hero, but he is reluctant to give up the BMW and the beauty.

Yu Ji was tender and poured wine for King Xiang. She recited poetry with tears in her eyes, became another king, and finally drank her sword to kill herself.

The moment a bright red broke open on Ling Shang's neck, Ye Mu Shen's soul was also dispersed.

This cold and frosty bewitching beauty has never revealed any nostalgia for anything.

But at this moment, on the stage, Ling Shang seemed to have entered the play and turned into the poppy beauty.

The overlord was stubborn and self-serving, and he fell to this point, Yu Ji did not give up, and he was martyred first in order to make him kill the enemy with peace of mind.

Yu Ji fell to the ground, and the overlord seemed to help her, but his hand reached into the air but let it go.

Yu Ji fell to the ground hard, her eyes full of infatuation.

"Her" hand slowly let go of Xiang Yu's saber, and finally closed her eyes.