Get on the Wrong Sedan Chair and Marry the Right Wolf + Extra Story

With a heavy heart, he led the soldiers and horses to a place about a mile away from the gate of Jinling City, when they suddenly heard the clanging sound of gold and iron coming from the tower.Wei Yueyan's heart trembled, she looked at the tower in the distance and had a vague but certain guess in her heart, she couldn't help clamping the horse under her crotch and urging to find out as soon as possible.

As the marching team approached, Wei Yueyan's guess became more and more clear, and as the guess became clearer, the shock brought by the music became more and more intense——

It was a pipa version of "Song of King Xiang", it was the only piece she had performed in Jinling City, and it was also the only time she had told about her life in front of that person.

In a short distance of less than one mile, Wei Yueyan only felt that he had traveled thousands of miles, and when the figure in the sapphire blue dress clearly appeared on the tower, his heart that had been beating all the way finally fell into place.Tears welled up in her eyes, Wei Yueyan suddenly remembered that that day when the gongs and drums shook the sky and the red silk was thousands of miles away, she was also under this city tower, welcoming her sedan chair.

Today, it is still under this city tower, but instead she is playing the pipa, sending her on a journey of thousands of miles.

"Xiang Wang" is a song farewell to the king, and the eyes follow the geese through the cold clouds.

On the city tower, Ling Qiufan's face was already full of tears when she saw the marching battle approaching. She was good at playing the qin, but the sound of the Yaoqin was too indifferent and could not be heard far, so she changed to the pipa.However, although the pipa is a sonorous music, Ling Qiufan doesn't like playing the pipa, and he didn't play too much after learning it. One is because he feels that the murderous intent is too heavy, and the other is that he has seen prostitutes often use the pipa, so it is inevitable in his heart some resistance.

But today, she can't take care of much anymore, just because the pipa clangs and the sound of gold and iron can be transmitted for several miles, so she comes here with strict makeup and pipa.

"Why is it "Song of King Xiang"?" Most of the soldiers in the army were very moved, and most of them had families. Before leaving, the tears they had held back could not be controlled at this moment.But there are a few stunned young people who know some rhythms who have doubts.

Although King Xiang was always victorious, he couldn't escape the tragic end of Wujiang's suicide. Wouldn't it be unlucky to play "Song of King Xiang" at this time?

The song music has reached the end of the countdown Chapter 2, it is the time when King Xiang defeated the enemy army and won the victory, and then it will be transferred to the end, the setting sun is like blood and the crow is mourning.The intense chapter has begun to fade away, and it is about to connect to the final ending. Suddenly, the plucked strings are played suddenly and quickly, and it is actually the last chapter of "Hanshiguan". The wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, and the warrior Xi guard the Quartet.

Wei Yueyan had already walked to the bottom of the city tower, made a pause gesture, and raised his eyes to meet Ling Qiufan.

Her wife ended the performance amidst the passionate music, put down the pipa and stood up slowly from the chair. In the eyes of everyone who was excited to abandon their sorrow and ignite their fighting spirit, bathed in the first ray of light after dawn, Looking at the thousands of soldiers of the Great Xia, they made an extremely solemn long bow.

"May all the kings win and triumph, and their achievements will last forever."

I will wait for you to return safely.

Chapter 150: White Dew Turns into Frost

Ling Qiufan walked alone on the streets of Jinling City with his pipa in his arms, at first when he was on the top of the city tower, it was like thousands of knives and axes chiseling his viscera and blood splattered his chest, the pain was like a violent storm, and he had no time to think about his thoughts and feelings.But now that the torture has gradually stopped, the thunder and lightning are wrapped in the wind and rain, and she returns, followed by her gradually sober consciousness oppressing her to the point of suffocation, as if every breath can be mixed with dull but long-lasting pain.

Wei Yueyan is on the way...

The huge Jinling City was only noisy and prosperous, and she was left alone in the general's mansion.Regret to teach my husband and son-in-law to seek a title... When I was young, I couldn't understand the meaning of poetry, but when I became a wife in the future, I might understand a thing or two.Although it doesn't fully fit this meaning now, the sadness in it is almost the same and falls in the bottom of my heart.

Sad things through the ages have never been different.

The autumn wind and autumn rain leaves the phoenix trees, and the news of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the general's mansion came earlier than outside.The autumn color of Moling in a pond on the other side of Shuge is planted out of season, so it blooms early and decays early. Before the end of summer, there is only a pool of duckweed leaves that make people sad all day long.

Ling Qiufan sat on the attic lazily fiddled with the strings of the qin, but couldn't play a complete phrase after playing for a long time, so he pushed the qin forward and fell back on the back of the chair in every possible way, on the table next to the window The rice paper that was spread out in the morning did not have a single ink drop in the evening, and the autumn-scented silk curtain, as thin as cicada wings, was blown up by the evening wind, and raindrops like broken beads fell on the rice paper, infiltrating silhouettes under candlelight .

During the two months, good news came out frequently, and Zhan Jin and Lu Shen often happily brought the good news from outside or from the front line, and passed it to her like sparrows.Why did the general on the eighth day persuade a group of captives, on the twelfth day he burned a battalion of the enemy’s food and grass, on the twenty-second day he chased the enemy for three thousand miles and defeated the enemy’s two fierce generals... Ling Qiufan has never been able to celebrate the dragon in these situations. In front of Yan Dayue's message, she showed a joyful expression. She only cared about whether Wei Yueyan was injured or affected, whether the food was enough, whether the clothes could keep warm under this emptiness. Was she happy in the past few months?

Ling Qiufan has never been on the battlefield, but has only read pages of books printed with rigid ink. She has no actual combat experience, and she doesn't know whether two months is fast for combat. For myself, two months is too slow, too slow.

"Ma'am," Lu Chen held the lamp in one hand and pushed open the door of the bookstore with the other, and erected a rain-drenched oil-paper umbrella by the door. After a while, a small pool of water formed, "It's raining harder and harder outside. At what time will it be easy to catch cold in the bookstore, why don't you go back to your room earlier?"