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Mu Rong Chun silently recited the words of Lu Zi Nuo in his heart, and felt even more that the charm contained within was hard to describe with words. It was not something that a young boy could write, and he didn't know what kind of sadness he had experienced. Before he could say anything, Xue Tao had already opened his mouth.

"All the sisters like another poem, but they can't find the melody."

"Which one is it?" Everyone asked.

"Allow me." Lu Zi Nuo listened for a long time, but didn't hear any of Liu Zhen Yang's poems.

With just a glance, she already felt that she was imposing and majestic, as she had been infecting the women in the flower alley all year round, thinking about how to please them, how to practice with her gentle and unrestrained movements, even with her outstanding talent like Xue Tao, such an imposing poem was making things difficult for them.

Lu Zi Nuo took over one of them and sat behind the zither. He raised his hand and the ancient melody started to appear, it was truly a good zither.

After a moment of thought, the sound of the zither rang out. She actually began to tune the zither from the end. The sound of the zither was low and deep. She instantly felt snow-white, overcast by dark clouds, and a stifling feeling in her heart.

At the highest point of the mountain, one would see a drum tower with snow flowing down and a sizeable purple taboo below. Everywhere one looked, the walls were broken and the buildings were covered in blood and killing intent.

"If Yan Qin does not stand side by side, then the Crown Prince will be considered as Wu Yu. The thousand gold was a short plan, the dagger Jing Qing was close by.

A poor man will do what he wants, and his army will see the slaughter. "A few words to agitate anger, a few angry words to Yan City."

Lu Zi Nuo said softly. Her voice was originally clear, but instead gave off a hint of desolation under deliberate pressure, just like back then when Jing Ke was alone to stab at him. It snowed profusely, and when he was alone, he held onto his short blade to block the wind and snow, knowing that he still continued forward.

The sound of the zither was like a flood and fierce beast that pursued closely. It forced the last bit of weakness within the heart to disappear, making one want to cry out.

"Wind is easy to move and water is easy to move." Letter to old grudges, offer land open map.

Brilliant electric light, master of Fu Zhengfu. "How sharp is the cause of this, to be so awkward in the face of the situation."

In front of him was a battlefield; it was a bloody dusk, and the skull had long been covered in blood and flesh. Yellow sand flew everywhere, and snow fell everywhere; thousands of miles away, there were many heroes and heroes. The people suffered the most!

"When the initial worries were dispelled, disaster was brought to bear. Qin Shi Huang's abilities were far from being as good as Huan Gonggong's.

He could do nothing about it but be brave and foolish. The world is too illogical, and there is no way to find out about the history of Grand Xia! "

The zither music had always been low and deep, like a jar of wine from hundreds of years old. It had been there since ancient times, and in the endless years, it had given birth to a tinge of intriguing charm. Finally, as she slowly withdrew, Lu Zi Nuo's eyes became slightly moist as she understood Liu Zhen Yang.

Countless people had sung praises for Jing Ke's deeds, but this essay by Liu Zhen Yang was criticizing and was a stark contrast to Tao Yuanming's "Praise Jing Ke".

With great enthusiasm, Tao Yuanming praised Jing Ke's feat of assassinating the Duke of Qin. In the midst of his regret over his unaccomplished feats, he impressively revealed his indignation towards dark politics. Described several scenes of exodus from the capital, consumption, embarkation and fighting, especially the depiction of the characters' actions, and shaped a strong image of the hero of the anti-violence. They were written in ink and were generous and tragic.

But Liu Zhen Yang's poem clearly stated that Jing Ke was not a brilliant assassin, and that Qin Piercing was a 'short plan', with no merit, 'brave and foolish'. This was a good conclusion.

Liu Zhen Yang dared to speak out his opinion, but this view was very popular. This kind of Liu Zhen Yang made Lu Zi Nuo understand that even though he harbors the heart of the world, he was willing to be a subject of the world, and he only wished to help the world and live a peaceful life for the masses.

In the silence around him, for a moment no one spoke, Lu Zi Nuo could even hear her own breathing, but in her eyes, there was only Liu Zhen Yang.

At this moment, he suddenly understood his occasional absent-mindedness and silence. He understood his hesitation in facing many questions. What he was carrying in his heart was far more than just the world. Like Qu Yuan of the Warring States, a heart of hardship; like Jing Ke, a heart of loneliness and courage.

He still maintained his composure, smiled, and even wanted to reach out to pat Lu Zi Nuo's shoulder. But when he stretched out his hand, he realized that his fingertips were trembling, and he curled them back into his palm, and in the end, clenched his fist back into his sleeve. He didn't think that someone would understand, and though it was still her, in his heart, there was only gratitude towards the heavens and earth.

The other person who was shocked was actually Mu Rong Chun. Tonight, he had already "suffered" enough shock, to the point where the usually calm him actually felt a chill in his heart. On the face that was often called the cold faced man by others, cracks like a mask appeared.

In the past, Mu Rong Chun only thought that Lu Zi Nuo was a pale, special youth. He was radical, if he felt that he was in the right, even if he was a noble in the palace, he would dare to give advice; he was not tactful enough, and it sometimes made him feel that it was a little funny. However, most of the time, he was moved by his stubbornness and seriousness. For example, that day when Liu Ti tried to escape from the city gate to deceive his identity, he insisted on letting Liu Ti go because Liu Ti had done a little bit of good deeds.

In the past, Lu Zi Nuo was undoubtedly special, but he was still not breathtaking enough.

This made Mu Rong Chun suddenly feel that he was more and more interested in this youth. In the past, when he felt that Lu Zi Nuo was not strong enough to be his subordinate, he had plotted for him to get the chance to take the nativology test. But it was only now that he realized that was because Lu Zi Nuo did not want it. And now, he thought, and would surely stand shoulder to shoulder with him, he remembered the words that had come to him when he first met him.

"Good poem! Good tune! Only treating it as a match between the two! "

It was just as Bai Mo Han had said, only this tune was worthy of this poem, and only this poem was worthy of this song. The two things could not be separated, and neither could they be compatible with each other, and even if time passed by in the future, it would still not be able to surpass that.

Even so, the victor in the end was still Yuan Zhi. His words were simple and sorrowful, like a lonely phoenix wailing, captivating one's heart, and moving one's heart. The more the women were happy for, the the better. The victory would naturally belong to him, but Lu Zi Nuo disapproved and continued to drink with Liu Zhen Yang.

And at this moment, there was a pair of narrow eyes in the private room, staring intently at Lu Zi Nuo, and staring at Mu Rong Chun who had revealed a surprised expression for her sake. Those eyes revealed a little fierceness, and after a long while, he slowly laughed:

"Very good."