Fanwai—Meng Yi 6

Meng Yi studied violin in his early years.

Other children are still sawing wood, but he can already play complete tunes, and sometimes he can follow the memories in his dreams, intermittently playing some classical music that the teacher can't name.

The tune is obviously not a violin score, but more like a score that only classical musical instruments in the land of China, melodious and passionate, magnificent and simple, like something from the pre-Qin period, similar to the national ode to the court and the like.

The teacher who taught him praised him for his talent, and suggested that his parents should let him develop in this area, but for children whose families are all in the system, art is just an interest, not a tool to make a living, so the teacher's proposal is just a proposal, and when he grows up, he will take the national examination and become a member of the system.

After joining the work, it was either 996 or 007, the violin has not been touched once in a few years, when he picked up the violin just now, he was still wondering if he could still play the tune, don't Qin Song didn't pull it out, the sound of sawing wood made the little girl retreat after listening to it, and she didn't want to look at him for the first time in her life.

Luckily, he pulled it out.

The tune that existed in his dream, even after many years, he still remembered it clearly, on the majestic and majestic hall, with the sound of the chime, the young general was heroic, if the dragon was like a shock, the richly dressed girl smiled coquettishly, and smiled and said that her sword dance was also very good, and she wanted to compete with him in the next game, and blessed her father's birthday.

This seems to be a real thing, even if he has been reborn over the years, it will still be staged in his dreams, as if silently reminding those old Xianyang dreams that have been buried by time.

"Eleven, come with me."

He put down his violin and held out his hand to the woman.

The woman's ethereal gaze fell on his hand.

But she wasn't hesitating to go with him, but thinking about how he could pull Qin Song out of his hands.

As he said, her Meng Yi died a long time ago, in Daqin, two thousand years ago, in the hands of Hu Hai.

What is alive now is Meng Yi in the 11th century, a promising public official, and a figure who will decide the fate of the land of China in the future.

Two very different people, different thoughts, different personalities.

- Meng Yi of Great Qin would never say such a thing as come with me.

Zhang Han walked over from behind, moving his wrist slightly.

This princess is on the verge of running out of oil, and she is increasingly unable to control her energy, and the fortunate thing in her misfortune is that although she has resentment, she has no anger, so even if she can't control herself, she will not do anything to hurt people or things.

Princess Daqin, who grew up in Kyushu, is not a cruel and murderous ghost even if she becomes a powerful ghost.

The woman lowered her eyes, "You don't know me. ”

"I was born in Jinxiu, grew up in the court, and is the most noble princess of Hehua in Daqin, these little favors of yours can't buy me."

"I know."

Meng Yi said, "I'm just-"

"But I'm willing to go with you."

She raised her eyebrows and interrupted Meng Yi's words, "I have only one condition, in the near future, you will play a song of Qin Song for one person, using chimes." ”

She can't go back, she

I don't know how long I can hold on.

The Great Qin of the other world is already on the right track, the First Emperor and his favorite daughter Weijia are rich all over the world, and half of her wish has been fulfilled, and only one last one remains—to meet her father again, her own father.

Will this wish come true?

Probably.

She will meet her father, let her father listen to a song of Qin played by Meng Yi, and let her father take a look at Wang Li, who is as arrogant and arrogant as ever.

Buy some more newspapers, let him know about his old subordinates, now they are the pillars of the land of China, although Daqin is dead, but their heart to protect the land of China has not changed, still with their lives to protect this troubled land, and the hard-working and simple but suffering children of China.

Zhang Han lifted his eyelids, "Professor He, this set of chimes is an antique. ”

"Once you return to China, you will be included in the National Museum, and even if you exhibit it, you will only exhibit replicas, not this set."

"I have a friend who is in the antiques business."

Meng Yi immediately spoke, "You can ask him to copy this set of chimes one-to-one, and I can play it with a replica, is it okay?" ”

"Yes."

The woman nodded.

People are no longer the original people, so why bother with the chimes that are not the original chimes?

- She just wanted Meng Yi to play a song of Qin for her father, nothing more.

But many times, accidents often come earlier than tomorrow, she is already at the end of the crossbow, absorb the breath left by her father on the chime, and then send these breaths to the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, to the piece of jade that she uses herself as a carrier to nourish, and her time in this world is over.

At the meeting, with the applause of everyone, Meng Yi got up, took out the manuscript, and made a speech.

But at the moment when his fingers just got the manuscript, his heart seemed to be hit by a giant hammer, and a sense of dizziness hit, and he put his fingers on the table, and the surrounding sounds seemed to float from a long distance, giving him the illusion of falling into the clouds.

He took a deep breath to adjust his breath, but the dizziness not only did not disappear, but became more and more intense.

The darkness was pressed down.

"Meng Yi, today's Wang Li is a little strange."

"What's wrong?"

"He wasn't so gentle before, he talked and acted rampage, and he hated it to death."

"But today, contrary to the norm, not only did he not quarrel with me, but he also let me everywhere and pushed me on the swing frame for half an hour."

"Did you think he was beheaded?"

"Why are you so nice to me all of a sudden?"

"Wang Li was not lowered by someone, but grew up."

The man stroked the girl's hair, chuckled and said, "When the princess is older, you can understand why Wang Li is so weird." ”

It is a pity that this princess did not even live to be fifteen years old, and before she could figure out her mind, she was lost in bitter hatred, and then became obsessed with becoming a demon and never dying.

When I woke up again, I was in the hospital room.

The secretary babbled and reported what happened after he fell into a coma, and the things he mentioned would not change because of his sudden coma, but because he was perennially 007 and his body was reported by the newspaper, which caused heated discussions on the Internet, because he had a good reputation before, so this discussion was a positive discussion, and Jiao Yulu rushed to the hot search one after another, so that the above paid great attention to it.

Yes

The force is here, and the reputation is very good, if nothing else, he, the youngest public official in history, will rise to the top in the future, once again refreshing the youngest in history.

"You don't think about anything, you want to recuperate. ()”

The secretary sent the water cup to Meng Yi, and waited for you to recover before going to work. ()? [()”

Meng Yi took the water and took a sip of it, "Where's my phone?" ”

"Here."

The secretary hurriedly handed over the mobile phone, "Someone called you, listening to the voice is a little urgent, do you want to call him back?" ”

Meng Yi opened the interface of the mobile phone, and Zhang Han's mobile phone number was displayed on it.

Meng Yi frowned.

Almost a conditioned reflex action, he called back Zhang Han's phone, the person opposite was not in the service area, he immediately went to dial Sima Xin's phone, Sima Xin's mobile phone was the same, it was also not in the service area.

Something is very wrong.

It was definitely the little girl who had an accident.

Meng Yi asked the secretary, "Has anything strange happened recently?" ”

"Strange things?"

The secretary thought for a while, "Do you remember the Yiya of Chongfeng Village?" is the particularly famous Professor He, she is actually the fiancée of Mr. Wang. ”

Meng Yi's brows furrowed slightly.

"Their personalities and painting styles are completely different, they are actually a couple, and Xiao Wang is not the kind she doesn't marry."

"It's a pity that this Professor He is really a bit miserable, he suddenly got a strange disease, and he died before he could even be sent to the hospital, Xiao Wang always cried like something-"

Meng Yi's breath suddenly suffocated, "She's dead?!" ”

"That's right."

The secretary sighed, "What a young person, how can you say that it is gone?" ”

Meng Yi's eyes darkened for a while.

"Oh, leader, don't scare me!"

Sensing that Meng Yi's face had changed greatly, the secretary panicked instantly, and hurriedly raised his hand to ring the alarm bell, "Nurse, nurse, come and see!" My leader's face is wrong! ”

But Meng Yi raised his hand to remove the secretary's hand that rang the doorbell, lifted the quilt on his body, and got up directly from the bed, "No need to call a nurse, I have something urgent to go out." ”

"Where's the car?"

"The car is in the basement."

The secretary looked worried, "Leader, where are you going?" I send you. ”

"I'll do it myself."

The coat was hanging in the cabinet, Meng Yi picked up the phone, put on the coat, opened the door and walked outside.

How could she die?

She was still so young, and what she was going to do hadn't been done yet, how could she say that she was dead?

Meng Yi drove to Zhang Han's office.

He fulfilled his promise to Zhang Han, and after reporting to the central government and the military, he granted Zhang Han a piece of land.

It's not a cultivated land, but a mountain nest where birds don't, a former arsenal, a place that can't be found on the map, and for Zhang Han, who has a special occupation, such a place is very suitable as an office location.

It is suitable for Zhang Han, but it is very inappropriate for a layman like him, he knows where the general direction is, but he can't find the entrance at all, this place is built like a labyrinth, so that he has a good memory and gets lost in it.

Meng Yi raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

There can be no rush.

The more this kind of thing, the more you can't rush.

Meng Yi closed his eyes.

He doesn't like the memories of the Great Qin era, no matter how good or painful, for him, those are things of the past, whether they are good or bad, they should end, instead of always appearing in his mind and affecting his current life.

But when he really met the little girl, those memories were no longer a kind of torture, but a good time that she could never go back to, the little girl was still trapped there, but he had already started a new life.

He recalls those memories.

The emperor who is not angry and arrogant, the delicate and innocent princess, the calm and introverted general, and the high-spirited teenager, those disturbing memories poured into his mind, and his brain was shocked to nothing.

He heard a voice, a low, majestic but chilling voice—

"Turn left, go straight and turn right."

- The voice of King Qin.

The voice of a feudal emperor who has been dead for more than 2,000 years.!

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