Chapter 19 Qin burning at the end

Xishan, snow all over the sky. Wusi Shutong was burning in the brazier, and the sound was clear and sharp. "Miss Su, it's almost Chinese New Year. The old censor Li was thinking about it and asked me to come and see you. Although your qin was broken, it was melted for you. In the underground, you can still play your "Golden Hazel" The traitor Cheng Linghai has been completely overthrown, and the emperor specially ordered to build an ancestral hall for his father to worship from generation to generation. Ms. Su, can you feel at ease over there?" The new tomb is like a head, but the tombstone is empty.Sun Yin hasn't made up his mind yet.When burying the female luthier, the porter asked, what is the matter if the name of the owner of the tomb is not engraved on the stele?Yu Liusu is just her pseudonym in the wind and dust, and she can't be engraved.But no one knows the name of Su Yushi's daughter.

"Her surname is Su, and her single name has the word 'Liu'." Sun Yin turned his head slowly, only to see a man in white standing in the twilight. The man in white said to himself: "Su Liu. Her boudoir name is Su Liu. Her father told me about it before." Sun Yin stood up: "Zhang Huabing, even if you don't come, I will go find you." Zhang Huabing said: "I understand, Senior Sun. I am in the way of chivalry, but I am a tiger's minion, and my crime is serious. Since Cheng Linghai's traitor is dead, even if I kill myself, it is not enough to apologize. I will also ask Senior Sun to stay with my family teacher The sword that fell, give me death... But, let me pay homage to Miss Su first..."

When Sun Yin heard this, his heart was empty.Zhang Huabing stole the criminal evidence and killed the villain with his hands. Even the old censor Li said that he could not turn Cheng Linghai, a giant beetle, over.But the lives of several brothers in Qinglongtang still fall on his head.A chivalrous person will never let go of this bloody feud.A mistake is a mistake, and it is hard to get over the water, and Zhang Huabing himself knows it.After the night of October 19th, people from Qinglongtang searched for him in all directions in the capital, but there was no trace of him.Some people said that he had already disguised himself and fled far away.I didn't want to, but appeared in front of Miss Su's grave.

He was sighing, but he heard the young man sing a sad song leisurely. "This life is quite self-promising. Looking at the world, there are only a few ancient chrysanthemums and dangerous orchids. They are also scattered and suffering. Every time I think about a drink, the moonlight and beauty are all plain. Whoever talks together in the middle of the night has the truth of the previous life and the present. Pain. Reckless years, shocking wind and rain." The song didn't finish, and it dissipated in the mist that came late. Many years ago, under the old plum tree of the Su family, he was frightened by the sound of the piano of "Golden Hazel".Since then, there is a vast sea of ​​people, and the world is full of vicissitudes.Thinking of her dying young, her clothes are like snow, and "Golden Thread" has become a perfect tune, and she is lonely for half her life.Now that jade and stone are all burned, people and pianos are far away, apart from an elegy, what else can we repay our confidantes?He handed the sword in his hand to Sun Yin.Continued casually: "There are countless sorrows in the world. Leaning on the eyebrows, snowy cheeks, and the relatives of the gods. In the freezing rain, the copper flute folded the fingers, and recited the old Tang poems and Song rhythms. There are a few lines that are so exciting that you can beat them. Is it here? Will it last forever? Heaven and earth, hold your hands."

The long sword was out of its sheath, reflecting the cold snow light, like a pool of clear water.
Note: The second song "Golden Hazel" quoted in this article is an old work of Xiao Lin.Thank you Meng Xiaolin for generously borrowing it. "This life is quite self-promising. Looking at the world, there are only a few ancient chrysanthemums and dangerous orchids. They are also scattered and suffering. Every time I think about a drink, the moonlight and beauty are all plain. Whoever talks together in the middle of the night has the truth of the previous life and the present. Pain. Reckless years, shocking wind and rain.

There are countless sorrows in the world.Leaning on the eyebrows, snowy chin and ice cheeks, the relatives of the gods.Bronze flute in freezing rain breaks your fingers, and recites old Tang poems and Song rhythms.There are a few sentences that are too exciting.All the exchanges are here?Will it last forever?The sky and the earth should stand by. " In addition, the heroine "Jade Liusu" named Cang Yue, thank you for that.