Chapter Ninety-Eight: I'll sing this scene with my gourd baby

The cold breeze is gentle, and the sound of the piano is melodious.

Zhuge Kongliang was dressed in a snow-white velvet coat and wore a plain high hat.

He sat alone at the head of the ancient city of Yangzhou, his whole face was pale, and he let out a few oozing coughs from time to time.

The voice was rapid, and it sounded like it was heartbreaking, as if he might die at any moment.

"Sir...... Here they are......" A young guard galloped from a distance, his face gloomy and his words full of nervousness.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has led an army of 200,000 to ten miles away, and I am afraid that it will be ...... in less than half an hour."

"It's okay...... Everything is as I tell it......"

Zhuge Kongliang's expression was calm, he closed his eyes slightly, and stroked the qin quietly, as if he didn't take the other party's words to heart at all.

His white fingers plucked slowly on the strings, and the light and graceful sound of the strings flowed out like a tide.

Floating clouds hung on the branches of the willows, and the withered branches precipitated the murmur of the strings.

The whole Yangzhou city is lingering, like a bright moon sprinkled on the mountains and rivers, so soft whispering.

The sound of the piano touches the sunset, wandering between the vast world and the world.

Zhuge Kongliang sat on the railing at the head of the city, he suddenly opened his bright eyes, and turned to look at the young guard.

"There's a scene...... I need you to sing......"

The young guard's face froze, he bowed his head, and said in a deep voice: "Sir, just give orders, my gourd baby will go all out!"

"Gourd baby ......" Zhuge Kongliang laughed lightly, then his complexion changed, and he covered his mouth and coughed heavily.

"Ahem!"

"Ahem!"

"I've given you a new identity, why are you obsessed with the past......"

The maple leaves fluttered, and in the gargling of the fallen leaves, the young guard slowly raised his head.

He was born handsome, with deep eyes that were sharp and arrogant.

"May the days be good......

"It's a pity...... I can't help ...... all of this."

The cold voice went away with the breeze.

Zhuge Kongliang frowned, and he sighed heavily.

Wang Dayang...... You think of the past again......"

"Haven't you already put it down?"

The young guard raised his head, and he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, blocking the remnant sun.

"Maybe ......"

"I chose the wrong ......"

Zhuge Kongliang shook his head, and he whispered softly: "If you can't forget the past, it's better to give up the current identity of Wang Dayang." ”

"The trend of you and me is like the trend of the world, and we have already fallen to a low point......"

"...... From Now On"

The young guard's eyes showed a look of remembrance, and he said word by word: "If you don't say it, if you don't say it, others don't say it, I almost forgot the name of the original gourd baby." ”

"Alas!"

"Forgiveness is followed by betrayal, a short life is always full of torment......"

"Smack!"

Zhuge Kongliang gently puffed up his palms, and he smiled lightly: "The demeanor of the gourd baby has not diminished back then, and every word is worth scrutinizing." ”

"Don't dare to be! Don't dare to be!"

There may not be many people in the world called gourd babies, but there is only one famous one.

That gourd baby is proficient in disguise and light skills, and is a famous thief in the rivers and lakes, and has the reputation of a thief in the Great Zhou.

"There's nothing in the world that a gourd baby can't steal!"

"There is no woman in the rivers and lakes who can resist the gentle smile of the gourd baby!"

The previous sentence is to praise the gourd baby's unparalleled stealing skills, and the latter sentence is to praise his incomparable charm.

If the gourd baby's ability to steal things is the second in the world, then no one in the world dares to call himself the first in the world in stealing.

He never missed, he could steal anything, but anything that the gourd baby saw was destined to become his bag.

No one can describe the extent to which the gourd baby's stealing skills have reached, others only know that his ability to steal things is rare in the world.

The gourd baby is suave, the jade tree is in the wind, and there are countless confidants beside him like carp crossing the river.

There is no woman on the rivers and lakes who can resist his charm. He often only needs to show a light smile to make countless women die for him.

Of course, for a world-famous thief, the light skills of the gourd baby are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

He can be called the "thief saint" by the world, and his body is famous in all directions.

The power of this unique thief saint in the hearts of the people of the Great Zhou is not much better than the immortal sword that has been born now.

And in the world, this world's first thief saint who came and went without a trace disappeared five years ago, and even many people in the rivers and lakes thought he was dead.

No one understands why this unparalleled thief ancestor suddenly disappeared.

Huluwa stared at Zhuge Kongliang's eyes, and he said coldly: "I owe you a life......

"Not bad!"

"What do you need me to do for you?"

"Wait!"

Zhuge Kongliang replied lightly with two words, and lowered his head again to stroke the qin.

He only seemed to care about the guqin in front of him at this moment, and didn't pay any attention to the meaning of the gourd baby.

The piano is three feet six inches and six minutes long, and the front is eight inches wide. The sound of the piano is like a butterfly fluttering with its wings, undulating along the breeze, melodiously flying into the distance.

The sound of the piano reached the heavens, making the listeners feel angry.

The sunset in the sky was hazy, the sound of strings outside the city was faint, and Zhuge Kongliang put his heart on Yaoqin.

The sound of the piano with wind and charm has passed through thousands of mountains, flowing all over the sea, and gathering in a hesitant and melancholy mood.

The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on Zhuge Kongliang's body and knitted a dress for him.

Zhuge Kongliang seems to have become a part of heaven and earth.

In the sky, only the sunset, the wind and frost, the sound of the piano, and he was clothed in the remnant sun.

He stood in the wind, clothed in autumn colors and winds, but he was the most different, because he was the third color.

Huluwa seemed to understand his piano sound, and the whole person fell into silence.

After a long time, the sound of the piano gradually decreased, and finally stopped.

"Wang Dayang ......"

"You owe me my life......"

Zhuge Kongliang's voice was cold, like a thousand years of ice on a snowy mountain.

"Wang Dayang ......"

His lips opened slightly, and he spoke again, "You...... Give me back my life......"

"Good!!"

Huluwa didn't hesitate for a moment, he nodded, as if it was a trivial matter.

"Righteous Bo Yun Heavenly King Dayang ......"

"No!!"

"It should be said that it is...... Righteous Bo Yuntian Gourd Baby ......"

Zhuge Kong's face was as cold as ice, and he said lightly: "I hope you won't let me down......"

"Ahem!"

"Ahem!"

He coughed under his breath, then struggled to his feet, staring coldly at the dust outside the ancient city of Yangzhou.

"Remember...... Your life is not yours alone......"

The cold wind of winter blew his robe up, and Zhuge Kongliang's eyebrows suddenly had a pride that looked at the world.

"Shine this life...... Seeking people, soldiers, the country, and the world have come to this point today......"

"It's not that you're not skilled...... In fact, it is difficult to disobey the destiny!!"

Hearing this, the gourd baby's face darkened.

He looked at the man in white in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

If this ancient genius is willing to join the emperor's camp and obey his command, he will have wind and rain.

With his ability, even if it is lowered at this moment, His Majesty the Emperor will not blame the past, and even reuse it for him, and let him be in charge of thousands of troops.

"Alas!!"

Zhuge Kongliang sighed, and he said to himself: "I wanted to go against the sky, but I still lost after all...... Is it really the will of God, and you can't force it to disobey ......?"

"Alas!!"

The gourd baby also sighed, he sighed that Zhuge Kong Liang was not a good master, and he also sighed that Zhuge Kong Liang's ambition was difficult to lose to the mandate of heaven.

......

Outside the city of Yangzhou.

The sound of horses' hooves shook the earth, and the black-pressed army rushed like a whirlwind.

The roar of the galloping soldiers and horses was like the fury of thunder, and it was even more wrapped in billowing smoke and dust.

A middle-aged man in black armor looked at the people on the city wall of Yangzhou from afar, and he looked up to the sky and shouted: "Zhuge Kongliang is there!!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Side.

Zhuge Kongliang and Huluwa looked at the past, and more than 200,000 soldiers and horses were neatly arranged, rushing from afar with an unstoppable majestic momentum.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded like thunder tumbling above the sky.

In an instant, these soldiers and horses surrounded the ancient city of Yangzhou layer upon layer.

They unleashed their swords in unison, and the sound of shaking the heavens and the earth was like a torrent erupting, like a tsunami gushing.

The indescribable roar filled the whole world in an instant.

"Ready!!"

As soon as a young general gave the order, tens of thousands of archers immediately drew their bows and arrows, and the tips of their arrows were aimed at the people on the city walls.

The terrifying murderous aura enveloped the ancient city of Yangzhou in an instant.

Rao is the gourd baby, the Great Zhou thief saint, couldn't help but change color at this time, and his breathing gradually became short.

"What does the gentleman need me to do...... Could it be ......"

The gourd baby retracted her gaze and turned to look at Zhuge Kongliang.

Although he never lost this chess game, he actually lost half of it.

It's just that he is as calm as ever, even if he is surrounded by thousands of troops at the moment, his demeanor and bearing are still indescribably calm and free.

The remnant sun is like blood, and the wind and clouds are turbulent.

Zhuge Kongliang waved the feather fan lightly, not paying attention to the soldiers and horses in front of him at all.

Looking at his appearance, Rao is gourd baby couldn't help but feel a little admiration.

Zhuge Kongliang seemed to notice the gourd baby's gaze, and he smiled lightly.

"Indeed!!"

"I want you to try it for me, what it's like to be besieged by thousands of troops!!"

After listening to his words, the gourd baby suddenly felt a feeling of breathlessness in her heart. His clenched hands trembled slightly, then he let out a long sigh.

"According to the plan, this scene should be sung by Mr., but I didn't expect it to be replaced by my ...... in the end"

Zhuge Kongliang smiled faintly, and he said softly: "In the past, when you dominated the world, you were not a person who was afraid of death!"

"But what is happening in front of me is not for you or me. ”

"Because...... Here they are......"

Huluwa nodded, and he sat cross-legged and sat in front of Yaoqin.

"Since you want to die, I will never stop you, I just hope you die happily!!"

The sunset was like a brocade, and Zhuge Kongliang slowly turned around.

"I entrust you with the lives of the people of the city, and I only hope that you and they will live intact. ”

The afterglow condensed, and under the twilight, the gourd baby sighed softly.

"Mr. Zhuge ...... Good ...... all the way."

The yellow sand covers the sun, and the sky is full of desolation.

The gourd baby looked at the thick smoke under the city, and suddenly seemed to see countless broken tombs.

There is an old tree next to the lonely grave, and there are crows on the tree complaining of desolation.

"The lights are bright, the twilight is shining, but it is still not as good as the beacon fire of this troubled world......"

The gourd baby smiled, and he smiled sadly.

"Today's play, my Wang Dayang ......"

"No!!"

"Today's scene ...... I'm going to sing it!!"