ghost city

Three years later.The former Prince's Mansion of Daliang City.

In the middle of winter and the cold moon, the branches and branches of cold plums are proudly in full bloom, the courtyard is covered with falling snow, and layers of ice are still forming in the refilled pond.The cold wind blew by, and the snowflakes and plum petals fluttered down together, as beautiful as an illusion.

Under the plum tree, the young man in white stood leaning against the tree, with a bone flute on his lips.Lin Lang's sound escaped from the flute, as cold as snowflakes falling on the palm of the hand, the sound of the flute was melodious and the tune was pure, but there was a sense of desolation for no reason.

Wei Ling raised his head, his eyes fell on the gray sky, his eyes were a little empty.

Five years ago, in Youwang City, he also leaned under a plum tree and played the song "White Snow".

Suddenly, a strong sadness welled up in his heart, as if his heart had been stabbed by a sharp knife, and the pain hit his whole body. Wei Ling clutched his chest tightly, his eyes were ashen.

The fire seal has already been broken, but the fact that the person left three years ago left an indelible pain in my heart.

"My lord, there is an old friend visiting." Meng Yao suddenly walked into the garden and said.

"Oh?" Wei Ling replied lightly, with no emotion in his eyes, "I didn't expect to find me in this ghost house. Who is it?"

"It's Mr. Zhang Liang."

There was a slight ripple in the green eyes, and then he calmed down again. Wei Ling followed Meng Yao without saying anything.

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"It's been three years since you left, and the young master is still so virtuous, he's already old." Seeing him enter the room, the middle-aged man in blue stood up and cupped his hands.

Wei Ling looked at the person in front of him.I haven't seen him for three years, and the vicissitudes of his brows have become even more vicissitudes. Although his appearance is still handsome and elegant, there has been a deep aura that does not leak from his body, which is completely different from the sharpness of his early years.

Zhang Liang also looked at Wei Ling.The young man in white in front of him still maintains a young face in his 20s, his eyes are no longer as cold and sharp as in his early years, but gentle and peaceful, with a sense of bleakness and emptiness.

"Mr. Zhang Liang praised it. Ling Wen said that Mr. Han is now assisting Han Wangcheng to fight against Qin. It is an honor for Ling to take time out of his busy schedule to visit the humble house." Wei Ling returned the gift and smiled lightly.

"General Sima, Zhang Er, Chen Yu and others supported Zhao Xie as king, turned against Qin and restored Zhao; Wei Jiu and Wei Bao also made themselves kings of Wei one after another, and launched an army to attack Qin; Is there an idler from outside the world?" Zhang Liang said indifferently, his face was calm, but there was something special in his eyes.

Wei Ling looked at him quietly, and slowly took a sip of clear water: "Since the Chen Sheng and Wu Guang uprising, volunteers from all walks of life have risen one after another, and the six kingdoms of Shandong have been restored one after another. However, although everyone is shouting the slogan of destroying the tyrant Qin, But everyone has a dark heart; although the momentum is loud, it is difficult to make a big deal. I have lived in hiding here, but I have not met a good owner. After all, my life was given by others, and I will cherish it. If I do not meet someone who can work with me, I will I would rather be an idler who looks on coldly."

Hearing this, Zhang Liang lowered his eyes and pondered for a long time, as if he was considering his words. After a long while, he suddenly said, "Is it possible that the young master is haunted by old feelings and can't forget the past? Are you still feeling sad for the old man?"

His eyes trembled slightly, and a sour smile overflowed from the corner of Wei Ling's mouth: "How can we forget the old things? However, after a long time, it's not so sad. Ling won't lose his mind because of these, it's just that he can't hide because of the opportunity. That's all. Mister, could it be that he met someone who is worthy of a big deal, and came to find me to plot a great cause?"

Hearing this, Zhang Liang suddenly stood up and bowed, and said solemnly, "Exactly. Liu Ji, the Duke of Pei, is an outstanding man, enough to accomplish great things. Now he is approaching Gaoguan and wants to take Xianyang, but Qin Shouguan has a strong army. Peigong urgently needs the help of a talented general. .I also hope that the son can come out to help, so that Qin can be wiped out in one fell swoop!"

"Liu Ji?" Wei Ling read the name, his eyes became complicated, he was just thinking, and he was not in a hurry to express his opinion.

Seeing that he was silent for a while, Zhang Liang said again: "I know that you have high ambitions and don't want to be subordinated to others, but now Peigong has elite soldiers, and you have the ability to command troops, why don't you take this opportunity to work with him? If you can destroy the Tyrant Qin, your son will be famous far and wide, and heroes from all walks of life will join him one after another, and they can take the opportunity to stand on their own and fulfill their lifelong wishes."

Wei Ling remained silent, clenched his hands tightly, and the light in his eyes changed several times: Zhang Liang really hit his mind.Although Yingzheng is dead, but the state of Qin is still there, and the country's enmity has not yet been settled, how can he survive on mediocrity?Although there are no soldiers and horses under his command now, he can use Liu Ji's power to realize his long-cherished wish. Isn't this what he expects?

What's the problem even if it is driven by others and used as a pawn?In troubled times, who is not a pawn on this chaotic chessboard?Who can escape the mercy of fate?

That being the case, it is better to take the initiative to take advantage, and maybe be able to control the general trend of the world.If you stick to it blindly, it is inevitable that there will be a danger of total overthrow.

His lips moved a few times, and finally he spoke in a deep voice:

"it is good!"

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In the fourth year of Emperor II of Qin Dynasty, son Ling assisted Liu Ji, and with a weak force, he attacked Gaoguan by surprise and defeated the Qin army.

However, Young Master Ling fought to the death in this battle, was seriously injured and died.

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