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Floating in the Tang Dynasty Volume 2 "Danei" Chapter 360 The Mist of Lei Tang

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    It turns out that this is the true purpose of "Ananda's disciples".  Only then did Yang Yue realize that "Disciple Ananda" had invited her here not to meet a "queen" or a "prostitute," but to meet this "client."  Although Yang Yue had imagined various possibilities, he never thought of such a scene.  If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Yang Yue would probably not believe it anyway.

    ¡°The guest last night was not easy to mess with, and the Yangzhou governor was a little afraid of him. Now he comes here every two days, monopolizing Mrs. Chen and refusing to leave, and my master is helpless"

    That old woman did talk a lot, but none of it was nonsense.

    Yang Yue couldn't help but secretly hate herself for being "stupid".  In this city of Yangzhou, who else could make even the governor of Yangzhou fear him, except King Li Min of Shu?  Why didn't I think of it?  Even when he saw the Chief of the Shu Palace here, he didn't wake up and secretly laughed that he was here for prostitution.  It turns out it¡¯s not him, but his master¡­

    I was so stupid that I was still worried about whether "Ms. Chen" was a "disciple of Ananda", yet I was so focused on getting into this trap.  This is naturally a trap.  On the other hand, "Disciple Ananda" was her confidant and knew what could really cause her pain.

    Thinking of this, Yang Yue's mouth oozed out with a bitter smile.

    Although we knew clearly that it was a trap and that it was a deliberate arrangement by "Ananda's disciples", letting her see this scene was just to take revenge on her and make her sad and painful.  However, the pain is still like threads, twitching in my heart

    She said that she likes "heroes", but now he says that he "doesn't want to be a hero", he just wants the intoxicating tenderness.  The feeling of being torn apart in an instant, that¡¯s it!

    "There must be some misunderstanding!" Feng Wenzhan and Xue Rengui were at a loss when they saw Yang Yue's frightening expression, and they repeatedly advised him.

    Misunderstand?

    After a while, Yang Yue finally seemed to understand the meaning of these two words.  The corner of his mouth twitched for a moment, and he slowly looked towards the cruise ship.

    "My lord, it turns out you're awake." Mrs. Chen's gentle voice was neither delicate nor greasy, but a kind of tenderness, a kind of gentleness.  Yang Yue didn't know that there could be such an intoxicating sound in this world.

    "Fortunately, I woke up. Otherwise, I would have missed the lady's 'gentle song'." Li Min pulled the beauty into his arms and laughed loudly, "The Tomb of the Heroes of Gentle Township, even if I am intoxicated, I don't want to wake up."  Come and pour wine for me"

    "Why does the prince want to spend the night at the slave's house tonight?"

    ¡°When did I say I was leaving?¡­¡­

    Could it be a misunderstanding?  !

    Yang Yue stared at the projection, unable to move.

    "There must be something wrong!" Xue Rengui said in a deep voice, looked at each other and jumped onto the cruise ship together with Feng Wenzhan.

    "Bold! Who dares to break into me" Li Min scolded him angrily, but he was surprised, "Eh? Why are you here? Well, okay, just have a few drinks with me"

    "Your Highness Sixth!" Feng Wenzhan shouted sadly

    Where could there be any misunderstanding!

    At this moment, Yang Yue hoped that the person on the cruise ship was not Li Min, but someone who had deliberately faked his voice.  However, as Feng Wenzhan stopped drinking, the last glimmer of hope also disappeared.

    The first moon is like a hook hanging on the bow of a ship.  Yang Yue slowly closed her eyes, trying hard not to let her tears flow down, but they had quietly reached her cheeks.

    She finally had a real taste of the methods of "Ananda's disciples".  Killing, framed, framed, but in comparison, it turned out to be nothing

    The cold moon on the Qingjiang River shone on Yang Yue's face that was completely changed due to suppressing the pain, and it was hard to bear to look at it.

    "Let's go!" Suddenly, Yang Yue roared hoarsely.  In an instant, Yang Yue just wanted to escape, escape from this place, as far away as possible, no matter where he went.  She almost forgot everything, even the scene she just saw.  I just seemed to see the happy eyes of "Disciple Ananda", who was nearby, beside her, happily enjoying the pain of smacking her.  It turns out that she hates herself so much!  She wants revenge.  She had probably seen the same scene before, and had experienced the heart-gnawing pain of thousands of ants.  It turns out that she wants to taste everything she has endured

    Hearing Yang Yue's shout, Wu Quan was startled. He raised the corners of his mouth a few times but said nothing.  Grab the oar and swing it hard, not toward the shore, but toward the distance.  He knew what his master was thinking. She needed some quiet time and an absolutely quiet environment. The further away from here, the better.

    I don¡¯t know how long I¡¯ve been walking, and I don¡¯t know where I¡¯ve gone.  I don't know when the fog started to appear on the river, making it cold and wet.

    ??Lengyue, Qingjiang, mist, one person, one boat, following the "statue", going up the water, only hearing the sound of the oars paddling on the water

    ?The fog on the river is getting thicker and thicker, and Wu Quan may have lost his way.  Suddenly the bow of the boat moved and seemed to touch the shore.  Wu Quan had no choice but to stop, and it turned out that he had arrived at a wilderness crossing.

    Yang Yue was suddenly awakened, turned around, walked ashore, and disappeared into the mist.  Wu Quan was startled and did not follow immediately. Perhaps he felt that Yang Yue just wanted to be alone.

    Yang Yue slowly walked forward in the fog, without direction or consciousness

    Suddenly, a long sigh came from not far away.  The sigh seemed to be filled with countless sorrows, showing oldness, desolation, sadness, and helplessness There seemed to be endless words, and they all turned into a sigh.  That sigh seemed to have a kind of magic power. Yang Yue felt a kind of heartache, a heartache that was difficult to suppress, and involuntarily walked towards the "sigh".

    It was hard to see clearly in the fog, but there seemed to be a pond, with a lonely shadow sitting at the railing of a bridge over the pond.  Yang Yue slowly approached, but stopped when he was more than ten steps away.  She didn't want to disturb his loneliness, nor did she want to be disturbed.  He just sat silently on the other side of the bridge and listened to his sigh.

    The sighs were connected together, and it seemed that each sigh could take away a little bit of the depression in her heart.  Gradually, Yang Yue gained some consciousness and realized that the sigh was not just a sigh, but actually followed the rhythm, as if he was playing a tragic songor that it was not a sigh in the first place, but a piece of music.

    After a long time, Yang Yue saw a Yao Qin on the man's lap.  It turned out that the sighing sound was the sound of the piano.  Yang Yue has never heard such a melody or the sound of the piano.  What kind of state of mind can one play such a tragic song?  !

    For a moment, she felt that her pain was no more than a child's cry compared to that person's.  Gradually, she forgot about her pain.  Immerse yourself in that person's music.  It is a kind of desolation caused by the changes in the world; the joys and sorrows of all living beings, the unwillingness of unfulfilled ambitions, the deep-seated love, and the helplessness of not being able to look back on the absence of home and country

    Yang Yue was so immersed in it that she didn¡¯t even know when the sound of the piano would stop.  Suddenly she felt a slight movement around her, and that person turned out to be standing in front of her.  The fog was so thick that Yang Yue couldn't see his face clearly, but he could feel his sadness and old age.  Yang Yue remained motionless, facing her face to face, feeling that the old man's sharp eyes seemed to be able to see her clearly, and he was looking at her carefully.

    After a long time, the old man suddenly raised his fingers to touch her face, eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth they moved slowly, as if he was reminiscing about something, and as if he was making a painting, seriously and carefully.  Paintings one by onethe fingertips are cold, stiff and stiff, with a cold air.

    After an unknown amount of time passed, the old man suddenly stopped and let out a long sigh.  This time, he was really sighing, but the sigh was more heartbreaking than the sound of the piano, and the countless sadness and helplessness revealed a profound sense of lovesickness.

    "You are very good. They are just like her. You are like me and her. Very good, very good" The old man suddenly spoke, but Yang Yue was confused.

    Who are ¡°them¡±?  "who is she?  "Who are you?  "Who am I?  What is "like me and like her"?  Yang Yue was confused, but didn't say anything, just waiting quietly for the next step.

    The old man said nothing, but slowly turned around and left.

    "I leave this thing to you. I failed to keep it, and the world was in chaos; I hope you can - make the world peaceful." The old man gradually went away.

    Only then did Yang Yue find something in his hand. It was so heavy that he didn¡¯t know what it was.

    Yang Yue was full of doubts, but she didn't pursue him to ask. She just felt that the old man didn't want anyone to disturb him.

    White light gradually emerged from the mist, getting brighter and brighter, turning into clouds of white air in the morning light, filling the river.  The green mountains in the distance gradually reveal their shadows.

    Yang Yue vaguely seemed to see a hill not far away, or maybe it wasn't a hill, just a huge mound.  A stone tablet in front of the mound.  Yang Yue suddenly realized that it was not a mound of earth, and hurriedly walked over to take a look. There were five characters written on the inscription:

    "The Mausoleum of Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty"!

    It turns out that this is Leitang, the tomb of Emperor Yang of Sui Dynasty.

    Yang Yue was startled.  Could it be that the old man last night was Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty?  But how is it possible?  Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty was killed by Yu Wenhuaji thirty years ago

    Is it just a dream?  However, Yang Yue looked at the thing in his hand and knew it couldn't be a dream.

    The thing was wrapped with a piece of red silk. When you opened the package, there was a beautiful and luxurious box, square and square, with carved dragons and auspicious clouds.  When you open the box, there is a jade seal with a dragon as the button and phoenix, bird and fish patterns as decoration.

    Imitation, Yang Yue's heart skipped a beat.  "The Imperial Seal"?  Could it be the legendary jade seal passed down from the country?

    "If you receive orders from Heaven, you will live a long and prosperous life"!

    Yang Yue hurriedly turned over the jade seal, which had eight characters on it.  It¡¯s seal script, and?? is the seal script of insects and birds.  Yang Yue didn't know it, but he had seen this "pattern".  There is one in the Daxing Palace that is exactly the same, but that one is Li Shimin's imitation of the "Order Treasure".

    The real "national treasure" was originally carved by Qin Shihuang after he unified the world, and ordered Li Si to use He's jade.  Later emperors took this object as a token to symbolize their destiny.  However, Dabao's whereabouts have been unknown since Emperor Yang of Sui Dynasty was killed.

    Yang Yue looked at the jade seal in his hand and had no objection. The old man he saw last night must be Yang Guang, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty.  It couldn't be a dream, and it certainly couldn't be a ghost.  How could a ghost age?  Thinking of the sad old man, Yang Yue suddenly realized something.  He is actually still alive, Emperor Sui Yang is still alive?  !

    Yang Yue couldn't help being startled by this idea, and stared at the mausoleum in a daze.
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