Shangguan Hongye narrowed his eyes and bent his bow and arrow again, aiming at Cang Qiao: "Let your father come out, you will destroy your martial arts skills, and I can spare you now."
Cang Qiao suddenly couldn't help laughing softly, coughing blood: "Cough cough cough... Your Highness is really not good at lying. I am the governor of the East Factory who is specializing in torture. Now I will not die.
Then when are you going to kill me?”
Shangguan Hongye's face was cold: "Or maybe you're dead here! According to the current fire, at least half a quarter of an hour, Qingyun Palace will be razed to the ground by the fire bomb you placed by yourself."
Cang Qiao pressed the corner of his lips with a handkerchief, and suddenly stepped on Emperor Ming's back.
Emperor Ming lies on the ground again like a dog: "Woooooooooo..."
A flame flashed in Shangguan Hongye's eyes, and he could hardly help but shoot through Cang Qiao's head.
Cang Qiao looked at him not far from the hall, and their eyes were intertwined in the air, and he smiled coldly and said, "Your Highness, where I am is the city I guard. You can't get in, I can't get out either.
, but I can do one thing for you.”
Shangguan Hongye had a gloomy face: "Say!"
Cang Qiao said lightly: "I will take this away for you. When you tried to save him repeatedly, he was thinking about how to kill your father."
No, no, no, no, no!!!!
When Emperor Ming heard this, he struggled wildly, but he was unable to break free under Cang Qiao's feet.
Shangguan Hongye's whole body was stiff. As long as he was willing, he could shoot through Cang Qiao, who had already been caught in his heart, and rushed in to rescue his father.
but......
Cang Qiao's words just now kept echoing in his mind, and his hands seemed to be frozen on the bowstrings by the cold weather-
Can't unblock the strings and shoot arrows.
Seeing this, Cang Qiao chuckled. He suddenly threw away the broken knife and stretched out his hand to pull the jade buckle under his forehead freely.
He took off the golden-painted black hat symbolizing the power of the Dongchang on his head, and threw it into the flames at will.
Like a waterfall, black hair fell down, and his body was covered in blood, but he was still as calm as before in the court.
Cang Qiao slowly sat on the Eight Immortals Chair and picked up the white jade pipa.
He looked down at Emperor Ming under his feet and chuckled softly: "Your Majesty, look, in the end, I will be with you. Why not, I will give you a song "Old Things in Luoyang". Don't you like this song the most?
”
As he said that, he adjusted the strings, and the blood-stained white fingertips moved, and he skillfully plucked the strings again.
The crisp sound of the piano flowed into the scorching air again. He lowered his eyebrows, cleared his voice, and started singing leisurely.
"The ant in front of the wind, the fish in the pond, suddenly dies, and the breath is long, life is like a petal crushing dust and mud..."
Shangguan Hongye watched the scene steadily. After a long time, he did not forget this snowy night.
Black hair and ape blood, set off the man's pale face, almost like the person in the painting...
The bright and bright flames burning wildly, the man sat in the dilapidated Qingyun Hall, wearing an official uniform, stepped on the emperor, holding the white jade pipa, and playing calmly.
Just like in this palace countless times in his life, he played "Old Things in Luoyang" in detail, chanting and singing songs, and pleasing the emperor and his ministers.
Until no one except the emperor was worthy of listening to him play the piano.
Almost no one remembers that Jiu Qiansui, who is powerful all over the world, plays a good pipa with a good hand and has a good voice that is not inferior to a famous actor.
And in the fire tonight, he closed his eyes, with bloody red at the corners of his eyes, as if there were countless blood and tears in his smile—
"Chang'an rain, thunder, a smile and frown, and you will burn all over with the wind... Hahahaha... It will burn all over with the wind... Hahahahaha.
..... "..."
"Boom!!!" A violent explosion sounded, and the Qingyun Palace, like a flame-like hell, swallowed all sins and hatred.
There is no Qingyun Hall that the emperor loves the most.
No more, the palace was soaring to the emperor step by step, and the governor of the East Factory, nine thousand years old Cang Qiao, who was below one person and above ten thousand people.
Among the burning palaces and the blazing fireworks, only that little lingering sound remains...it seems to remain in the ears of every soldier.
Chang'an rain, thunder and thunder
A smile and a frown
It will burn all over happily and pass by the wind...
......
If you like to watch tragedy, then you will end here. If you don’t like it, I haven’t finished writing this, and I never write about tragedy. This chapter has been completed!