The big man is on the run

Chapter 113 Wen Ji, Dance

The thick smoke gradually dissipated, and the grass and trees were browned.

Liu Yilong stood on the hill in the sand garden with his hands in his hands, quietly looking into the distance.

The war horse, which had lost its master, shook the black ash on its mane and temples blankly, and then trotted away into the distance.

Some wounded soldiers with broken thighs wailed on the ground, miserable and inhuman, and there were also soldiers of the Han army who laughed while holding their trophies, and suddenly burst into tears while laughing.

This is war.

Cruel and bloody, full of tyranny and savagery, in this barren and primitive land, only fighting and killing survive, not kindness.

Everything is so pale and powerless in the war.

However, these are not important, the important thing is to win.

His goal has been reached.

His enemy is dead.

This is a great battle, and the price of victory is huge, which Liu Yi must accept.

In this land, he cannot have a little compassion, he must face everything coldly and indifferently.

"Your Majesty, the person you are looking for has already been called!"

A guard reported to Liu Yihui respectfully.

"Bring it up." Liu Yi turned around and told the guards.

A young man wearing a blue official robe, leather boots, and a cloth scarf walked in quickly.

This person looks ordinary, with regular features, delicate features, and looks like a frail scholar.

At this moment, his face was covered with sweat, and there were still a few scratches on his face.

"Are you the current supervisor of the Shayuan Racecourse?" Liu Yi looked at the little official in front of him and asked calmly.

"Return to Your Majesty, I am!" The little official replied with a bow.

At this time, Hu Che'er came up excitedly, holding a huge head in his hand.

"plum"

Seeing that Liu Yi was not in a good mood, Hu Che'er shyly retracted Li Jue's head in his hand and threw it aside.

Li Jue's head rolled down the sand dune, startling Cai Wenji who was ascending the hill.

"I heard that Shayuan used to be the royal family's horse farm?

"Yes." The little racecourse official beside him replied with a bow.

"How many horses were there?"

"There were [-] horses in the Xiping period."

"How many horses are there now?"

The officer hesitated for a while, and replied, "No more."

Liu Yi nodded knowingly.

"The wars have been going on for years, and the demand for military horses is urgent. Many of the military horses used by the army come from the sand garden, right? I see that the horses that lost their masters on the battlefield seem to be very familiar with the sand garden."

"Yes, there is no extreme heat in summer and no severe cold in winter in Shayuan. The sand is like white water, and the vegetation is lush. It is a good place to raise horses."

The little official bravely asked: "If the battle is settled, I hope His Majesty reopens the Shayuan Racecourse for military use."

"It's natural."

When Cai Yan strenuously carried Jiaoweiqin on her back and climbed up the sand dunes with her skirt, she could not hide her joy when she saw the little official, and she seemed to be infected by this emotion. When she bowed down, The corners of her lips were also a little happy.

"People are buried in the grass to make fertilizer, and there are no horses to eat. I think the grass in the sand garden will grow well next year."

Listening to Hunjun's words, Cai Yan's face turned pale, pretending to be calm.

"Wen Ji, can you play "Gaixia Song"?"

Cai Yan was slightly taken aback, and replied crisply: "Go back to Your Majesty, of course I will, which one do you want to play?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Cai Yan regretted so much that his intestines turned green.

"Isn't there only one kind?"

Liu Yi, who held his hands in a cage, was also stunned.

"What else? You sing."

Cai Yan's small face was full of horror, she rubbed the corner of her skirt and begged, "It's gone, Your Majesty, it's really gone."

At this time, Gan Ning happened to steer his horse and passed by, he laughed loudly under the sand dune: "The lady of the Cai family is not an honest person!"

Liu Yi also smiled from a distance: "Xingba, you sing!"

"Listen up, Your Majesty! There is another song "Gaixia Song" in the land of Jingchu!"

Gan Ning's voice was hoarse and rough, and when he spoke, it was as if he had been poured into a mighty river wind.

"Gaixia is besieged on all sides, and Pengcheng is crumbling with thousands of troops.

Look at the status of the overlord of Western Chu, who is defeated by thousands of enemies. "

Gan Ning's voice was like a broken bellows, and then he breathed heavily.

"Suddenly, the Han army was in a hurry, mounted a horse with a gun, and bid farewell to Concubine Yu——

Overlord Spear, Black Horse... Ten years of fighting have not cooled off, especially Chu Dilang, who vowed to kill the Han army..."

The voice gradually rose, and the surrounding soldiers listened with gusto, but the slightly literate officials all changed color suddenly.

"...Kill through....intestine—"

"it is good!"

To the surprise of the civil servants, Liu Yi was not only not angry, but clapped his hands in applause after hearing this "Gaixia Song", which could even be called a "reverse".

"What? You all think I'm a stingy person, and can't listen to the song that praises the Overlord of Western Chu?"

Liu Yi pointed to the stunned civil servants and smiled slightly, just said.

"If there is no overlord and hero in the world, how can we show the merits of Emperor Taizu Gao in helping the crisis?"

Yang Xiu and Wang Can were stunned, and the rest of the civil servants also came to their senses.

What kind of hero are you if the enemy you defeat is a waste? 400 years have passed, and singing a song is still afraid that the overlord will be resurrected and rebel?

But Liu Yi held down Cai Yan, who had a pale face.

He took her hand and said, "You don't want to play music today, Wang Can, you play the zither."

"—Zheng!"

Wang Can sat on the floor with his hands on the Jiaoweiqin. When his fingers touched the strings of the Jiaoweiqin, Wang Can, who was shivering in front of the crowd, suddenly fell silent.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, his eyes were closed tightly, and his whole body was relaxed, as if he was listening to a distant piece of music.

As Wang Can's mood calmed down, he gently stroked Jiao Weiqin, and his fingers seemed to resonate with Jiao Weiqin.

The sound of the piano became faster and faster, more and more urgent, and gradually became more and more exciting.

When the note jumps, there is a strong impact force in the sound of the piano, as if it is about to break through the air and reach the sky, shaking people's eardrums and stimulating the depths of people's souls.

There is a powerful force in the sound of the piano, which is an irresistible force, and even the surrounding trees tremble slightly in the sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano is full of sadness, as if it is telling some story, and it seems like a sad sigh.

At this moment, everyone seemed to be attracted by the sound of the piano, as if they were in that desolate state, and pictures appeared in front of their eyes.

Picture after picture, from the distant past back to the present, recalling the days of walking all the way from Chang'an.

Every change in the picture, every time I experienced the parting of life and death, every scene of the picture made people feel uncontrollable pain.

A piece of music was over, and the sound of the piano stopped, but Wang Can did not take back his hand, and was still playing with the strings.

"Wen Ji, dance."

Cai Wenji settled down, said yes, took off her shoes and socks, and stepped lightly on the soft and warm sand dunes with her slender feet.

The palm of her hand was attached to her forehead, carved like a piece of beautiful jade, white and smooth, the nails on her slender fingers were neatly cut, exuding a soft light under the sunlight, only the pads of her fingers were slightly calloused.

Cai Wenji jumped up and danced lightly, one spinning, another spinning, and one turning around.

She was wearing a pink skirt, with a few red stones inlaid on the cuffs, shining brightly in the sun, her steps were light and graceful, like a fairy descending to earth, dancing in the wind blowing across the sand dunes.

Cai Wenji's movements are very graceful, and every step she takes leaves a footprint on the sand dunes.

As Cai Wenji's steps became more casual, she began to relax, just like a nervous little wild cat that finally lowered its tail and yawned one day after resisting the owner who adopted her for a long time.

On Cai Wenji's stunning face, there was an elegant orchid-like smile, and a little light shone in her clear spring-like eyes.

Liu Yi was insane for a moment, he suddenly saw Cai Wenji's eyes reflecting the long white clouds and Shiran cranes in the sky above.

At this moment, it was as if time stood still.

She is like a fairy who fell from a star to the world, she is so beautiful.

By coincidence, Liu Yi did not sing "Gai Xia Qu", but softly hummed a song that was completely unfamiliar to everyone.

Wang Can was startled for a moment, and immediately integrated into the ensemble with a very fast response.

In the song, there are night rains in Chang'an, four-hundred-mile turbulence when the new wind blows the clothes of the guests, there are willows on the Baqiao Bridge, there are Huashan Mountains that refuse to enter the camp under the moon, and there are Weichuan boats listening to the zither and leaning on the evening sunshine.

At the end of the song, Cai Yan's red face is slightly stained with dust, but she leans sideways and puts on her skirt to leave the world and be independent.

"May I ask Your Majesty, what is the name of this song?"

""Chang'an Memories""

War horses neigh, and the sand dunes are covered with blood-stained yellow sand; a little far away, Weiqu reeds are green, and sand gardens are lush with trees; farther away, Weichuan boats pass slowly in autumn, and smoke from the east of the river rises.

Probably tired, Liu Yi stuck the scabbard in the sand, leaned on it with half of his buttocks, and was unrestrained.

"Change to Yuan Jian'an."

The ministers next to him didn't seem to hear clearly, Liu Yi didn't care at all, and repeated it again.

"Changing Yuan to Jian'an, I want to rely on the sword to secure the world."

There are poems:
Don't compose Xiping's old music, the prosperous age breaks people's hearts in the music.

The jade flute of the Han court is swallowed at three o'clock, and the golden car of the emperor is fragrant.

As soon as the wolf smoke was born in the northwest, he fought against the old Luoyang.

Guanzhong's sweat and blood are exhausted, and the grass in the sand garden will be fragrant in the coming year.

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