The scorching sun hung arrogantly in the air, baking the crops on the earth, and the crops on the loess had long since fallen to the ground and withered. It is the peasants who have their heads on the ground and their backs to the sky, and now they are also sad to see such a situation, and they have worked hard for a year to finally usher in the harvest season, but they have encountered this hundred-year drought!

The roots of the wild plants in the fields and mountains have long been dug up and eaten up by the hungry people. On the scorched earth lay the people at the bottom, skinny and dark-skinned. The suffering of the world, the people are not able to make a living, and one life after another is so fragile in front of nature. watched his loved ones disappear in front of his eyes, but he couldn't do anything about it, and finally turned into bones. Who is crying, crying and hurting the wall? It's the common people.

Jinluan Palace, resplendent gold. On the dragon chair in the high hall, the true dragon emperor sat in the middle wearing a crown, and at his feet were tens of thousands of courtiers bowing their heads.

"Why did the drought in Beiping not get better, but worsened! What is going on? What are you doing to eat?"

The ministers below all bowed their heads, lest they provoke the fire.

"Why? When you encounter an emergency, you don't speak one by one, how can you usually see that you can speak?" Tianzi was angry, and the hair crown hanging on his head was shaking badly.

The hall was silent, and the yellow figure stood up, threw down a word, and turned out of the hall. "Waste, tomorrow the king will personally go north!"

The north wind was blowing, and the fields were barren. A man in white clothes walked in the field with a sandalwood piano in his hand, and the sound of the piano echoed inexplicably, making people feel at peace in their hearts.

You listen quietly to me playing the piano softly, and the mountains are leisurely

The wind and rain stopped, the clouds gradually dispersed, and the shadows of the trees mottled the white marble case of His Royal Highness with a single eaves

The bosom friend plays the bosom friend and the residual sound on the stone tablet is reincarnated forever

The sound of the seven strings is broken, and the place where the strings are burned is called the guqin platform

The mountains are majestic, the water is oceanic, the mountains are flowing water, and the guqin is Yang

Music is the most sincere thing to convey feelings, and the melodious sound of the piano awakens people's inner hope for life.

The man in white stopped, fresh and refined, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world. His name is Yu Fan, and he smiles at the people who have ignited their fighting spirit and continue to live, and they go away with the sound of the piano. As if I had never been here.

There was a lonely wall on the edge of the field, and the wind blew the broken flags on the wall. At the head of the wall stood a man with thick eyebrows and phoenix eyes, he was the current Saint Wang Teng. The sound of the piano just now resonated with him, and the so-called mountains and flowing water meet bosom friends. Behind Wang Teng stood a handsome man with a cold face, he was the emperor's personal guard, and he also had a bit of prestige in the palace, known as Leng Yujun. The stern expression on his face makes people chill a little at a glance. He was wearing a lifelong blue gown, and a golden saber pinned to his waist, on which his name "Yan Yun" was written.

"Your Majesty. The disaster situation here is more severe, and it seems that you will have to stay for a few more days. Yan Yun returned to the report with his hands clenched into fists.

Wang Teng nodded and said, "Do your best to allocate the money for disaster relief, open the grain depot to save the people first, and people's lives are at stake." ”

"Yes. Yan Yun's deep voice echoed on the city tower. Today, the Holy Son of Heaven Wang Teng turned around and wanted to go down the city tower, but was stopped by Yan Yun, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

"Be considerate of the people's feelings. Wang Teng returned.

"Your Majesty, you can't do it. It's a lot of chaos out there right now, just go down with something. Yan Yun grabbed Wang Teng, his face was like frost.

The bright yellow figure paused and looked out at the scorched earth. It was barren, and the cries were endless. These are all the duties of the Son of Heaven that he has not done well, and it is even more unpleasant to think of this Wang Teng's heart.

"Yan Yun. Wang Teng thought twice, the situation outside was indeed very chaotic. Inevitably, some assassins are ready to move. "I order you to hurry to the man who played the harp. ”

Wang Teng turned his back to him and couldn't see the expression on his face. The sound of the piano just now is really heavenly, and people still have the illusion that it is still in their ears. Wang Teng closed his eyes, presumably this was an extremely talented person.

"Yes. Yan Yun took the order and left.

At the foot of the mountain, under the waterfall, is a bamboo forest. The bamboo here may be blessed with special nourishment, and it is exceptionally green. A two-story small bamboo house in the middle of the bamboo, although it is not big, it is very chic. There is a wooden ladder erected on the bamboo building, perhaps because of the long-term wind and rain, the surface of the wooden ladder is very smooth. The hut and the ladder are surrounded by carefully cultivated potted plants, such as Junzi Orchid, Autumn Chrysanthemum, Red Peach, and many other names that cannot be named.

The inside of the hut is even more elegant, and the walls are covered with all kinds of calligraphy and paintings. On the balcony there is a simple coffee table with a pot and a cup on it. The water in the cup was still hot, emitting white heat. Yu Fan sat on the side of the coffee table, and the chic white jade ring on his slender fingers tapped the side of the cup again and again, and it turned into a song intermittently.

"Huh~~~" Yu Fan picked up the cup and blew it, and suddenly the fragrance of tea overflowed, and he closed his eyes and took a sip of sweetness.

"Huh-" A clear voice sounded in his ears, Yu Fan opened his eyes, just in time to see a bamboo leaf with green light flying over, and quickly clamped it to his fingertips. There was a strong internal force surging in the fingertips, and it quieted down.

"Who?" Yu Fan snorted, it stands to reason that he is isolated here, how can anyone know?

"It's me. Yan Yun jumped in from the outside of the balcony and spit out two words.

On the other side of the city, the night is restlessly floating. In the bar, Yiyun sat at the bar, bowing his head and drinking, but listening to the whisper next door in his ear.

Nima, isn't he a monster clerk, why do you have to send yourself with a piano, Yiyun thought so, and poured a cocktail in dissatisfaction.

The two men in black next door, wearing low-key black tights and black top hats on their heads, were talking in a low voice, as if they were trading some illegal hookup.

"Hey, what's the best drink in this bar?"

"Black grapes. ”

The two of them said a word to each other, and walked towards the room on the second floor, and Yiyunwei chased after him.

The man in black probed the gold card in his hand to the sensor, the red light flashed, and the sound of "beep" finally turned green. The iron door opened automatically, and the two men looked around vigilantly before entering the room. Yiyun's fingertips lit up with a little golden light in front of his forehead, and he walked to the wall next to him, and the wall touched Yiyun's body and melted away like water waves.

Inside, there is a huge room of golden luxury. In the living room sat an expensive black leather sofa, on which the two men in black sit. On the coffee table in front of them was a sandalwood piano that seemed to be old. (To be continued......)