Chapter 694

Wang Rong, who said this, was the most realistic. He shrank in a small corner where no one saw him, lest officials of the pro Sima school catch his pigtail to see him off.

It was his words that broke Ji Xi's extravagant hopes and made the nearly 60 year old man sob.

"I, I also know, I hope it in my heart. Adie called me on the stage."

"That's how he ordered me to do things when he was a child. At this time, it's still the same as at that time. It hasn't changed at all."

Only you can enjoy your bad temper.

The elder brother who was called wiped his tears, lest his brother see his tears and feel more sad.

Ji Xi didn't know that he was thinking much until he walked up to the platform.

His brother, who was crazy about the piano, grabbed his sleeve robe and asked, "did you bring my Jiao Weiqin?"

"Oh, of course. Not only that, I don't know what you need. I asked the servants at home to bring all the things you like and need."

Hearing the big brother's answer, Ji Kang's face was full of joy.

"Oh, that's just right, big brother. Bring my usual piano quickly."

Hearing Ji Kang's request, Ji Xi was stunned: "brother, do you want to play the piano in this place?"

"Naturally, what needs to play the piano more than this time and place?"

"I'm in urgent need. I'd better send it quickly."

"Oh, good."

Ji Xi, who was very obedient, turned around and got off the stage at the urging of Ji Kang. He ordered the servant to carefully carry Ji Kang's customary Jiao Weiqin.

"Brother," Ji Xi said somewhat cramped, but after three or two sentences, tears came down: "this broken place has neither beauty nor wine, and there is not even a chance to burn incense and bathe."

"I have wronged my brother."

Why did Ji Xi say that?

Because the opportunity to hear Ji Kang play the piano and sing a song is hard to find in this dynasty.

But now, it has been abused to such a degree. Why don't Ji Xi cry?

But when he received the Qin handed over by his brother, only Ji Kang was happy, but he didn't care. Instead, he stroked the string carefully and comforted his closest brother.

"Don't cry, brother. I'll die without regret all my life."

"After all, not everyone can live as long as Peng Zu."

"You and I have studied Lao Zhuang all my life. Can't you see the words" move as you please? "

"Now I feel very comfortable."

"It's just that the only thing I regret is that I'm on top of this piano skill."

"It's also caused by my stinginess and extravagance. The famous songs of this generation... Will be lost from my hands."

It's a problem since ancient times.

There are more than ten pieces of Qin music known as the last song in Ji Kang's hands, but only one is familiar and famous.

That is the famous Guangling San.

"Yuan Xiaoni used to learn Guangling San from me. I often grudged and stuck to him. Now Guangling San is going to be lost."

And let me cry for these precious music scores here, play this rare piano music again, and then die with emotion.

After that, Ji Kang put his piano on his lap, gently stroked his hands on the strings, and began to play the eternal masterpiece... Guangling San.

For a moment, on such a big platform, the faint ancient sound echoed endlessly and sang for a long time.

Let the originally noisy people off the court calm down with the piano sound.

This song should only be heard in the sky and in the world.

A good piece of music can cultivate sentiment, make people forget their worries, make people forget everything around them, and make time stagnate in the sound of the piano. I wish I could stay in it forever and never wake up.

"Ding Ding Dong"

As the tune became more and more exciting, the place was silent, and the only thing left was the piano sound.

All the people who understand and don't understand are obsessed with looking at the high platform. They want to see through the platform representing death, so as to save Ji Kang who is going to die.

"Ding Ding Dong"

After the excitement, the tune of the music becomes slower and slower. Even the vulgar peasant who doesn't know the elegance knows that this is the prelude to the end of a song.

Everyone has a feeling that after the end of this song, Mr. Ji Kang died with emotion.

Their hearts are hanging higher and higher. They are shouting frantically. They want this song to last a minute longer and let them remember the famous scholar style in their hearts more.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out.

After Ji Kang, who was on the high platform, made a pick-up, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

"Woo woo"

There was a fragile man who couldn't help crying in a low voice with the aftersound.

Beat your chest and feet, so poor.

Seeing this, Ji Kang sighed and glanced slowly at all the people he knew and didn't know who came to see him off. After that, he stood up from the high platform and bowed his hand gently to all the people as his last goodbye.

"Oh, God is jealous of talents!"

"The court is unfair!"

Just as these crazy men were about to get angry, a loud noise exploded in the sky.

"Bang! When!"

This sound, if the day thunder, if the thunder split, if the tiger roared, if the mountain collapsed.

Stunned the onlookers off the court, and even more alarmed the court officials on the court.

Is this a warning from God?

God can't see it anymore, angry?

"Bang! When!"

When everyone was in doubt, the second loud noise followed again.

The sound was a little louder than the noise just now.

With the thought of this sound, the criminal officer on the table directly slipped under the table, curled up his body and trembled.

"Don't blame God. Grievances have heads and debts have owners. This is a sign from general Sima. Doctor Zhong Hui has been slandered. I'm small and declining, but I dare not harm grandpa Ji Kang."

The performance of the group of literati and celebrities under the stage is not much better. Although they have their own gullies in their hearts, they also scoff at the theory of ghosts and gods.

But the sound of thunder in the daytime is too loud to stand. People's ears are still buzzing, and their hearts are still trembling.

So for a time, the crowd was scurrying around, crying and howling, and the stampede happened instantly.

But in this chaotic scene, there are still two people who remain sober and calm.

One is Ji Kang, who will die if the day falls.

The other is Gu Zheng, who is gazing affectionately at the edge of the chaotic crowd hundreds of feet away.

Yes, Gu Zheng is here.

He came down to earth like a God, and he was like a hero.

He was ready for everything except that he couldn't step on the colorful auspicious clouds.

At this time, two ropes were pinned around his waist, one left and one right, tying his flower general and Baimei great Xia.

Don't think his appearance is too wonderful, because if it fails, it will be convenient for his family to escape.

When Gu Zheng made such an appearance in the roar, he saw his image on the high platform. Ji Kang... Lost his calm demeanor for the first time, staring both eyes slightly convex like a toad with swollen eyes.

Because Gu Zheng at this time, in addition to taking chickens and dogs, the dress is also quite magical.

As soon as he changed his elegant and unrestrained manner in his old big robe, he was dressed in a big red short fighting dress. His trouser legs and cuffs were attached to his arms, feet and wrists, with some temptation of wrapping his body. He was also carrying all his equipment.

And what are his equipment?

And where?

Please look at his chest first, where a bundle of bamboo cylinders like explosive bags are bound, one by one, tied with hemp rope, and wrapped around his chest.

Of course, the bamboo tube has the thickness of half a fist. Except that it is fixed horizontally, the middle of each bamboo tube is independent and has not been linked.

How does it work?

Now Gu Zheng demonstrated it to Ji Kang on the stage.