Chapter 312 (1/2)

Shortly after Mu Hantian and Jing Ke left, the general came from outside the city with an army. Looking at the corpses in the field, he gritted his teeth and said, ”Damn, I must kill you next time.”

Then he turned to a soldier and said, ”take a team of people and deal with the aftermath of these people.”

”Yes,” the soldier bent over with his fist.

When some soldiers were dealing with the corpses on the ground, the general came to the high platform, looked at the dead Kuang Xiu, took a deep breath, and said to the soldiers behind him, ”Kuang Xiu is the best zither player in the world anyway. Bury him.”

”Yes!”

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The sun sets on the red banyan, and the water xingxia dyes several rows of maple.

The lake level reflects the trees on the shore, and the heart is wandering in the boat.

At sunset, the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

When the sun fades down, just like a mass of red burning coal, it will leave pieces of red halo, mysterious shape and charming look, which makes people fall into it. It seems that they walked into the peach garden in the air that day. The image is warm, but it dissipates in the infinitely approaching Twilight. The nostalgic people are suddenly beaten back to the status quo and stung up.

The setting sun shed golden light on the earth, the whole ancient city was covered with cicada wing like golden yarn, and the earth was covered with a mysterious color.

the river front.

Mu Hantian and Jing Ke leaned back against a big stone and sat on the ground. Jing Ke had a few scars on his face, and there were large pieces of blood on his clothes, but looking at him, I knew it was the blood of the enemy. Mu Hantian had no other traces except a little blood on his clothes.

The sunset is a kind of falling beauty. Although it is fleeting, most people can't resist its beauty: in that short moment of dusk, the glow poured over the mountains. It's so magnificent! Soon, the sun set and the night shrouded the earth gently.

Mu Hantian bowed his head and murmured, ”unexpectedly, he finally chose to commit suicide... There will be no more his piano music in the world.”

”Alas...” Jing Ke took out a wine bag and said, ”what song did Kuang Xiu play at last.” then he drank a mouthful of wine.

”Millet leaves.” Mu coldly said.

”Er... What song?” Jing Ke didn't understand and asked again in embarrassment.

”Millet leaves” comes from the first edition of Wang Feng, the son of heaven of Zhou Dynasty: the millet leaves, which is the seedling of the millet. The walking is slow and swaying. Those who know me are worried about me; those who don't know me are what I want. Who is this in the long sky?

The millet leaves, the ear of the millet. The journey is slow and the center is drunk. Those who know me are worried; those who don't know me are what I want. Who is this in the long sky?