The emperor's plan: to rule the world

Chapter 408 Looking for, Mr. Yuzhang

Qin Shu concentrated on playing the tune. For the owner of the Cangmang Palace and the person cultivated by the Yan Kingdom's royal family with all their efforts, playing the piano is just a piece of cake for him.

He looked at Her Majesty who was drowsy in front of him, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but look down at the strings again.

Every time he reached out to caress the instrument, he couldn't help but think of the art of imperial music that His Majesty taught him.

What the Empress taught His Majesty, His Majesty taught him again.

If he weaves a sweet dream for His Majesty now, will he be beaten to death by His Majesty?
After thinking about it, in view of the painful lessons before, Qin Shu gave up the idea of ​​dying.

Seeing that Gu Qingyi seemed to be really asleep, Qin Shu didn't stop, but continued to sit behind the piano table, stroking the same piece of music over and over again.

The melodious and melodious sound of the piano sounded on the surface of the lake, like complaining like admiration, like weeping like complaining.

The sound of the piano was carried along the breeze and echoed far away on the lake. At this time, the sun was shining, and Qin Shu didn't pay much attention to it, nor did he think that there would be other people besides them on the lake at this time.

So he didn't know that on that small island, there was a small pavilion on the mountain facing him. In the pavilion, two 25-year-old young men stood next to each other, relatively silent.

On the stone table of the gazebo, there is a portrait.

The portrait is of a handsome man with exquisite eyebrows and beautiful complexion, a gentle smile on his lips, and dark pupils like obsidian, revealing a fatal attraction.

The young man in blue sitting at the table frowned and looked at the silent man in black leaning on the pillar opposite him, and then looked at the portrait in front of him, with a trace of strangeness in his eyes.

"Brother Qin Yi, are you sure the person in this portrait is your younger brother?"

"I'm sure."

The man on the opposite side looked very calm: "There are four sons in the Qin family of Qi State, and the second and third sons are twins. Many people know about this."

"But so-called twins, no one has ever seen the other."

Murong Fu looked at the portrait in front of him and said, "Brother Qin Yi, I want to know why you came to me at this time."

Qin Yi pinched his eyebrows and explained: "This is my second brother, and my third brother has been missing for more than ten years."

"The Qin family has also been looking for him for more than ten years. More than ten years ago, there was a severe drought in Qingzhou, Yan Country. My parents took my two younger brothers to pass through Qingzhou. Among the refugees, my third brother and my parents got lost."

"The Qin family has never given up searching these years, but the Qin family is from the Qi country, so it's not easy to reach out to the Yan country. Brother Murong, I can only ask you for help."

Murong Fu smiled: "You and I were only twelve or thirteen years old when there was a severe drought in Qingzhou."

Qin Yi was silent for a long time, and said: "It is true."

"Your younger brother should be younger."

"He was nine years old."

"In that case, the common people exchange their sons for food, how likely do you think Lingdi will be alive?"

Qin Yi pursed his lips.

"We have searched all over the Qi, Chu, and Yan kingdoms for these years, but to no avail. The place where the accident happened was in Qingzhou, on the border of Yan Kingdom. When we were looking for someone, we also focused on the border. Murong, that is, he is really dead. We've got to know how he died, too."

"You are Mr. Yuzhang, and you are well-known in the southern part of Yan Kingdom. I can only ask you for help."

That's right, Young Master Yuzhang of Yan Kingdom, with outstanding talent, martial arts and appearance, is the head of southern scholars, and his appeal among southern students may be a little stronger than King Suzaku.

Murong Fu pondered for a long time: "To tell you the truth, I don't think there is much hope for Linger to be alive."

(End of this chapter)