The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 693 Choice
On the couch, how can you allow others to snore and sleep.

Zhao Yanjin felt a sea of ​​anger rising in his heart, burning so hard that all his meridians were surging.

If he ascends the throne, the prince's lineage will undoubtedly die.

Comparing his feelings with his own, he would never let him go even if the prince ascended the throne.

"Now there are two roads before the prince. The first way is for the prince to return to his fiefdom and live peacefully from then on, waiting for God's noble hand;"

Dong Xiao paused for a while and then said: "Second, spot the opportunity, turn things around, and fight for a way out for future generations."

"Shut up!"

Zhao Yanjin pretended to be angry and said: "How dare you say such treacherous and unjust words in front of me!"

Dong Xiao was startled, lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before slowly lying on the ground.

"Bo Ren asks the prince to make a choice. Take the first path, and Boren will leave the prince tomorrow. From then on, he will be free to wander around and be at home all over the world, regardless of worldly affairs."

"you……"

"If you take the second path, Boren is willing to be the prince's pawn and accompany him on the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​fire, without fear."

Dong Xiao raised his head, looked at Zhao Yanjin with unusually firm eyes, and said sonorously and forcefully every word:

"Your Majesty, once a general succeeds, all the bones will wither. The winner will be the king or the defeated bandit. Boren asks the prince to choose."

Zhao Yanjin's heartbeat was pounding, almost jumping out of his chest.

There are no two roads, there is obviously only one road left in front of us - throughout the ages, those who grab that chair will only die if they lose.

But let him rebel against his father...

"Bo Ren, do you know that His Majesty..."

"Your Majesty, he is old, but the prince is still in his prime."

Dong Xiao’s voice was deep:

"And don't forget, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, he was not merciful in order to sit on that chair. If he had been a little softer or hesitant, the person sitting on that dragon chair at this moment must be the first prince."

The ferocious gleam like a wolf in Zhao Yanjin's eyes suddenly appeared.

long silence.

He said with unprecedented determination: "My king, choose the second path!"

……

On the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, Ding Yi came back after a long journey.

After Yan Sanhe got the news, he immediately asked Tang Yuan and Lan Chuan to prepare hot water and rice.

While Ding Yi was washing up and eating, Xie Zhifei and Mr. Pei came in a hurry, followed by Zhu Yuanmo.

Zhu Yuanmo's hair turned gray overnight, causing countless gossips.

Years ago, he wrote again to resign as the supervisor of Qintian Prison, but the emperor remained in office.

This time, Zhu Yuanmo did not retreat in order to advance, but actually had the intention to retreat.

Men in the Zhu family never live long.

Among the children of the next generation, there is no one with outstanding qualifications; even if there is, he does not have time to help that child sit in the Qintian Prison.

What he said to the emperor, "The Zhu family is on the decline," was not adulterated.

Prosperity and decline.

The Zhu family's luck has been ruined by Zhu Xuanjiu, why not take a step back and save the whole family.

Xie Zhifei and Pei Xiao didn't look good either, they were exhausted.

When one person attains the Tao, the chicken and the dog ascend to heaven.

Not only did the Pei and Xie families get better and better, the two of them also became famous in Sijiu City. Everyone who met them would praise the young talent, and the matchmakers who came to propose marriages came one after another.

I'm too busy.

Because of Zhao Huairen's words, the young talents did not dare to come to other hospitals more often, for fear of causing trouble at this juncture.

Ding finished his meal, wiped his lips, and hurried into the flower hall, carrying a baggage on his back.

He untied the bag and took out a scroll, "Miss Yan, look." Yan Sanhe took the scroll and unfolded it, and his heart suddenly stopped beating.

The painting shows a boat.

At the bow of the boat, a man in white was sitting on the ground, with a lyre on his knees and his hands on the lyre.

His hair was loose and his clothes were open, revealing his slender neck and strong chest, and he was indescribably romantic.

The most breathtaking thing is his eyes looking into the distance. The eye sockets are deeply sunken and the gaze is far away. It makes people imagine, what is he looking at?
Yan Sanhe handed the scroll to Xie Zhifei.

Even though he had never seen a real person, Xie Zhifei still recognized at a glance that this person was the same person as the person in Yan Sanhe's painting——

Mr. Dong from the Han Palace!
A master who is good at planning;

A romantic harp player;

If it weren't for this painting, Xie Zhifei would never have been able to imagine the two as the same person.

So fucking unbelievable.

The portrait was passed around among everyone, and finally returned to Yan Sanhe's hands.

"Ding Yi, where did this portrait come from?"

"Miss Yan, this portrait was collected by the master of Qunfang Pavilion on the bank of the Qinhuai River. I spent 2000 taels of silver before the master was willing to change hands."

Zhu Yuanmo said hurriedly: "This money comes from the Zhu family, and Master Ding's hard work for going back and forth also comes from the Zhu family."

"We'll talk about the money later."

Yan Sanhe glanced at Zhu Yuanmo, "Ding Yi, what is this person's surname and first name?"

"The surname is Dong and the given name is Chengfeng."

Surnamed Dong?

It seems that Mr. Dong still uses his original surname.

Ding Yi: "Miss Yan, this Dong Chengfeng is neither a male performer nor a piano performer, but a piano master."

Yan Sanhe frowned: "What's the difference?"

Xie Zhifei sat opposite Yan Sanhe, "The piano player is a slave, but the piano master is not. He does not need to please anyone. He only plays the piano according to his own liking."

It turned out to be the case.

Yan Sanhe: "Where is he from? Jinling Mansion?"

Ding Yi: "Dong Chengfeng is not from Jinling Prefecture, and no one knows where he comes from. He spent money to rent a boat on the Qinhuai River. He spent the whole day drinking, sleeping, and playing the piano."

Yan Sanhe: "Who are his parents, where are they from, how many brothers are there in the family, but they can't even find out?"

Ding nodded: "I can't even ask."

This man was like a gust of wind, suddenly blowing to Jinling Mansion. By the time others discovered that there was such a famous figure on the Qinhuai River, Dong Chengfeng had already become famous.

On both sides of the Qinhuai River are the Qin Tower and the Chu Pavilion, where people from all religions and professions can be found.

When Dong Chengfeng was in a good mood, he would play a piece of music for prostitutes and beggars; when he was not in a good mood, no matter how much money he spent, it would be difficult for him to pluck the strings.

It is said that the music he plays can make people laugh and cry.

All in all, one word: good!
"Miss Yan."

Ding Yi sighed: "After so many years, I can still find his portrait and find out information about him. Firstly, because he plays the piano so well; secondly, because this man is so popular with women."

The prostitutes on both sides of the Qinhuai River all talked about knowing him;
The prostitutes who could get on the boat and listen to him play a piece of music were said to be worth more the next day.

The most outrageous thing is that many young ladies from aristocratic families fell in love after seeing him and listening to his music, and they all shouted that they had to marry him.

Is it so exaggerated?

Yan Sanhe silently exchanged glances with Li Buyan.

They had all seen Dong Chengfeng with their own eyes. Apart from being taller and having deeper eye sockets, they didn't think he was that outstanding!
But because we are middle-aged?
Yan Sanhe frowned, thought for a while, and asked again:
"Besides being good at playing the piano and attracting women, is there anything special about this Dong Chengfeng?"

"Have!"

(End of this chapter)