The cold son of the bright moon in Qin Dynasty

"Give me a piano!" I glanced at Gao Jianli. "Give it to him!" Gao Jianli ordered one of his men to go get the piano.

"Miss Rong, be careful of Zhenyu Qianye!" After I got Qin in my hand, I glanced at her. "What?" Duanmu Rong suddenly became nervous, "Did you mean Zhenyu Qianye? The kind of poison that will produce toxicity after dawn?" She quickly took out a medicine bottle, which contained Baicao Pill.

"Be careful." I plucked the strings a few times, and it's not bad, it's a good piano. "How do you know?" Duanmu Rong looked at me and said. "Believe it or not, it's up to you." I didn't say anything, and I walked to the place where Gai Nie was sitting, where I could see the stars outside, which was very beautiful.

"Okay, I'll check it again." After Duanmu Rong distributed the Baicao Dan to a few people around, she ran to check it again.

After the outside was quiet, I put the piano down and started playing.

A beautiful piece of music poured out, like a high-hanging waterfall pouring down directly from the sky, it was extremely majestic and majestic.

After playing and playing, the past began to emerge: When I was young, I never paid attention to my etiquette after I was hungry after practicing martial arts. It's rice grains, and at this time, if my father is there, it's my father who gently wipes my face clean, and if it's my godfather, it's my godfather who taps on my head before wiping me.Dad said that godfather is a music idiot, he can only listen and appreciate it, but he can’t play it all. If he can listen to godfather play a song, dad said he will die in peace, but he said this , My mother, my godfather and I immediately attacked him with chopsticks.It didn't take long, and my father really died, and I didn't hear my godfather play a song until he died.Eye sockets start to moisten.After his father died, his godfather began to practice playing the piano hard, and he finally mastered a song. He said it was Gao Jianli's favorite song, and he finally learned it. Within a few years, the godfather also died, and even his head was cut off.

Tears flowed silently and dripped onto the strings, but I still played it over and over again without stopping.

"Xiao Gao, didn't you teach elder brother this song?" Xue Nu heard the song not far away, and said to Gao Jianli. "Who is playing?" Gao Jianli's hands started to twitch a little, only he, Xue Nu and elder brother knew this song, who else would know? "It seems to have come from Gai Nie's room." Xue Nu looked at it.Could it be Shui Mo Xuan?Gao Jianli tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, who the hell is he?

"I've heard this piece before, and it was played by a good friend of mine." Gai Nie listened to the piece I played, fell into memories, and then the memories ended, and he raised his face to look at me. "Jing Ke?" I was still playing, but said the godfather's name. "That's right, but I don't even have the ability to collect his corpse." Gai Nie remembered that five years ago, Jing Ke's head was cut off and hung on the city gate. I got it, I am so incompetent.

"He's buried in peace." His fingers began to bleed, but he kept playing the same piece of music over and over again. "Who is it?" Gai Nie was a little surprised when he heard the news, could it really be Jing Tianxue. "Jing Tianxue." My voice became very weak, very soft, and then I couldn't hear it.

"Do you know him? Is that person male or female?" Gai Nie held the Yuanhong sword tightly in his hand. "I know." I was still playing the piano, and my ten fingers had already begun to bleed.

Why do you feel that the person in front of you looks familiar? Is it just because his surname is Shui?Is it just because he looks a bit like her?That's why I feel that he gives people a kind feeling?Gai Nie thought of his sister, but it was impossible, he died long ago.

"What's your father's name?" Ge Nie meditated and looked at me. "Why?" I don't know why he asked such a question?I said calmly, it's better not to let everyone know my father's identity and my life experience.