Xinling Jun Wei Wuji likes to play various musical instruments on weekdays.

He is an expert in the rhythm of the piano.

It can be regarded as a person who has a lot of research and experience in piano rhythm in various countries at present.

He suddenly heard the white-faced young man's piano sound on the upper floor of Xianyang City, and suddenly became high-pitched.

I could hear the changes in the heart of the piano player.

Suddenly, he raised his hand sharply and said:

"Shut up!

Rong Laofu listened to his "The World Returns" piano music.

It's never too late to draw conclusions.

Anyway, Xianyang is surrounded by us. ”

The commander of the Zhao army, Lian Po, the commander of Bairong, and Yi Xuan instantly fell silent.

The third son of the city tower who came to the door fell into a state of madness, and the third son who played the piano became more and more unscrupulous.

The whole person went crazy.

It is almost integrated with the guqin in the hand, regardless of each other.

People are like piano sounds.

The piano sounds like a person.

It can be described as intoxicated, happy and forgetful.

Heaven and earth are big.

This is the only one!

Play excitedly.

People have forgotten that the two armies are facing each other in front of them, and Xianyang is in danger of slaughtering the city.

Floating outside the red dust, dashing between heaven and earth.

Wei Wuji, the king of Xinling, who was proficient in music and rhythm, listened with his eyes closed.

From time to time, he commented on the sound of the young man playing the piano on the city tower.

With his eyes closed, he enjoyed it, and clapped his hands from time to time:

"Wonderful! Wonderful!

This solemn sound is like a storm crashing on the shore, the wind is sweeping the clouds, and there seem to be millions of male soldiers on the fingers.

Listen, it's like a mountain stream, clear to the bottom, and those who are not relaxed and happy can't do it.

The sighing young man on the city tower must be confident.

If the heart is disturbed, the sound is noisy, the heart is quiet, the sound is pure, the heart is flustered, and the state of mind is clear.

Listening to this young man playing the piano, it is like watching his heart.

I, Wei Wuji, can be in front of the two armies.

It's an honor to be that young bosom friend!

What an honor! ”

Zhao Sheng, the Plains Monarch on the side, had already heard the clues from the evaluation of Xinling Jun Wei Wuji.

Whispered to Lian Po, the commander of the Zhao army, the commander of the Bairong cavalry, and Yi Xuan:

"I don't know that the commander of the Qin army has always been cautious in his use of troops and has never taken risks.

Now the gates of the city are wide open, and there will be no soldiers in sight, and there will be an ambush in the city.

Moreover, the sound of this young man's piano contains murderous intent.

If our soldiers enter the city, they will be decided. ”

As soon as Zhao Jun and Bairong's front-line soldiers heard the analysis of Ling Jun Wei Wuji and Ping Yuan Jun Zhao Sheng.

They didn't dare to rush forward from the Xianyang East City Tower.

The commander of the Bairong cavalry and Yi Xuan said anxiously:

"So what do we do now?

Just waiting?

He's going to play for a day.

Shall we wait a day?

General Ben saw that there were not many soldiers and horses in Xianyang City.

That boy deliberately made a gesture to confuse us? ”

Xinling Jun Wei Wuji had already listened to it and enjoyed it, and he didn't bother to answer.

Zhao Sheng, the king of the plains, scolded:

"What do you barbarians know, the Qin people have always been careful and never do risky things.

They regard it as land, city, and life.

I will definitely not do such a bold and deceitful thing.

The young man sat on the tower of the city, and the east gate was wide open, deliberately seducing us.

There must be an ambush inside.

If we go in, we will fall for his plan.

What to do with heavy casualties?

Don't forget.

We now have a huge advantage.

The more times like this, the more you can't take it lightly.

If you have suffered heavy casualties in order to capture Xianyang.

When the main force of the Qin army comes, what will we use to fight against it? ”

Lian Po, the commander of the Zhao army, agreed.

But I don't think it's the way to go.

Therefore, he humbly asked:

"So what should we do?

Whether it is possible to change the previous strategy.

Attack from the other three gates of Xianyang? ”

The commander of the Bairong cavalry and Yi Xuan echoed:

"That's what General Ben meant.

Since they set a trap at Dongdaemun.

Let's storm the other three. ”

Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng nodded and said:

"Yes.

They lured us in through the East Gate.

We don't.

Immediately ordered to launch a fierce attack from the west gate, south gate, and north gate of Xianyang at the same time. ”

The commander of the Zhao army, Lian Po, the commander of the Bairong cavalry, and Yi Xuan all agreed.

"Good.

General Ben couldn't wait to climb the tower and kill the young man who played the piano pretending to be a ghost. ”

Just when the commander of the Zhao army, Lian Po, the commander of the Bairong cavalry, and Yi Xuan were about to give the order to launch a fierce attack from the remaining three gates of Xianyang.

The third son, who has been intoxicated with playing the piano, finally finished playing.

The frenzy before the end, although the playing is over, the domineering residual strength is still there.

His arms trembled.

The twelve generals around him have already blended with the sound of the third son's winning piano.

It's not that they get it.

It's been numb with nervousness for a long time.

People are already stunned.

The body is stiff and difficult to move.

If it weren't for the third son, Win the Sky would have finally finished playing.

I don't know how long I've been standing still.

Seeing that the third son won the day, he finished playing.

Meng Tian, Wang Ben, Bai Qi, Sima Cuo, Li Xin, Wang Di, Nei Shi Teng and other twelve generals wanted to support the trembling three sons to win the sky.

The third son Yingtian was afraid of showing his feet and waved his hand to refuse.

Trembling to his feet.

As a result, the twelve generals found out.

Before the third prince won the sky, the drunken appearance of playing the piano and leisurely pleasure was all pretended.

The strings of the guqin in front of him had long been wet with sweat from his fingertips.

The cloak behind it fluttered in the breeze.

The twelve generals were shocked to see that the white robe on the back of the third prince had already been soaked with sweat.

The third prince won the sky so risked the world's condemnation, so delayed time when the two armies were about to fight.

This is painstaking and well-intentioned.

Who in the world knows?

Last night, the cold scorpion couldn't stop singing.

Shocked back to the dream of a thousand miles, it has been three watches.

Get up and walk around the stairs alone.

People are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain.

The white head is famous.

The old mountain pine and bamboo are old, blocking the return journey.

I want to put my heart into Yaoqin.

There are few bosom friends, and who listens to broken strings.

Just when the commander of the Zhao army, Lian Po, the commander of the Bairong cavalry, and Yi Xuan were about to order a fierce attack from the other three gates of Xianyang.

The soldier beside him pointed to the upper floor of Xianyang Dongcheng and shouted:

"Look!"

The commander of the Zhao army, Lian Po, the commander of the Bairong cavalry, Yi Xuan, the king of Xinling, Wei Wuji, and the king of the plains, Zhao Sheng.

30,000 Zhao troops and 20,000 Bairong cavalry looked up at the top of the Xianyang East City Tower.

The young man who played the piano before sat on the city tower, smiling all over his face, drinking and strengthening the piano, relaxed and contented, like no one.

Instantly captured everyone's attention.

The third prince Yingtian breathed a long sigh of relief, and asked the Mo family disciple behind him in a low voice:

"How are the people of Xianyang retreating?

It's almost time.

I'm afraid that this son can't drag it out any longer. ”

The disciple of the Mo family behind him said with an embarrassed face:

"The third son.

Just now, the disciples of the Mo family reported.

More than 70,000 Xianyang people have withdrawn from the west gate of Xianyang.

There are also more than 10,000 old, weak, sick and disabled, walking slowly.

It is estimated that this will only be not far from the west gate of Xianyang......

If this is the case, let's retreat.

I'm afraid that the more than 10,000 Xianyang old, weak, sick and disabled will ......

Third son, do you have a way to drag it out again? ”

"What?"

The wine bottle in the hand of the third son, who had always shown composure, almost shook off to the ground.

The whole person was black, and he almost fainted.

I finally put it off for so long.

Purple Pen Literature