Chapter 346 Reborn, a piano sound

Leng Xuanrong did not know that Zeng Yanliang had long been reborn and experienced life and death again and again. Zeng Yan's conscience has always had an extremely firm belief in protecting Leng Xuanrong. Among many enemies, he can only protect his beloved woman with his own strength. . He is not Du Yilin, the king of Xiaohan, or An Pingzhi, the eldest son of the prime minister. There are no many bodyguards, let alone soldiers and horses waving. Zeng Yanliang only has his own sincerity, courage and persistent efforts.

Since he was acquainted with Du Yilin's Qinwei in Nayan County, Zeng Yanliang began to strive to improve his martial arts. He rarely rested and even had little time to sleep. On the one hand, he had to inquire about the news, and on the other hand, he had to try his best to digest the martial arts skills he had learned from the people around him. Where no one can see, Zeng Yanliang worked hard. After he met the 19th and others of Qilin Camp, under the guidance of these people, his martial arts were even higher.

At first, Xiao 19 and Bai Chongling and others taught Zeng Yanliang the method of practicing martial arts just to keep up with their pace, but later these people also found that Zeng Yanliang was not satisfied with keeping up with their footsteps. Xiao 19 and Bai Chongling all understood why Zeng Yanliang worked so hard. Since they became their brothers, they taught Zeng Yanliang martial arts without reservation.

So in just a few months, Zeng Yanliang has become a master with extraordinary talent and great efforts.

A pair of short knives seemed to have life in Zeng Yanliang's hand, with a fast and vigorous posture accompanied by two cold lights. The unbearable enemy blinked, his hand fell with a knife, and died.

Zeng Yanliang did not feel difficult. On the contrary, he became more and more brave. He can take into account Leng Xuanrong, who is hiding not far away. If someone wants to sneak attack Leng Xuanrong, Zeng Yanliang will definitely not keep the other party alive if he is unprepared.

In fact, before entering the Prime Minister's mansion, Zeng Yanliang discussed with Xiao 19 and others. Xiao 19 and others covered Du Yilin and went straight to the main door. Although it was the most fierce place of the war, it was also the easiest place to take over the other two secret camps. Needless to say, the martial arts of Xiao 19 and others, Du Yilin was usually not obvious. There is no water, but in fact, he is also a man with superb martial arts. If not, how could he see Zeng Yanliang's extraordinary talent? Usually, Du Yilin never takes action because of his noble status and it is not easy to take action with others. At this time, his life is at stake, and he naturally has to protect himself. So it is not difficult for these people to go out of the main gate. The only thing they have concerns about is those civil servants who can't do martial arts.

Little Nineteen was afraid that Du Yilin would take care of those people, so he tied his hands and feet, so he told Zeng Yanliang that their task was to protect Du Yilin from leaving. When necessary, they would not hesitate to abandon those civil officials. As for Leng Xuanrong, who also doesn't know martial arts at all, they naturally can't fully take care of it.

Zeng Yanliang said that he was not from the Kirin Camp after all. If he wanted to save Leng Xuanrong, he didn't have to venture into the main door with Xiao 19 and others.

Xiao 19 and others expected that they were eye-catching no matter what, so they would definitely attract most of the enemies. Zeng Yanliang took this opportunity to escape from another direction with Leng Xuanrong, which can be said to be foolproof.

However, none of them expected that the attack of the prison camp and the camp would be so fierce. After their mountain cannons were released, they would look at the Prime Minister's mansion. Whether it was the front house or the back house, there was only fire and gravel and blood in the whole circle. The men and horses of these two camps really seemed to be evil spirits crawling out of hell, sweeping the Prime Minister's mansion with the momentum of wind and clouds. In the eyes of these people, the eight thousand dead men in Anping's hand are not even a target for practice.

Anpingzhi couldn't even know how many people were left in his hand. When those light armored guards came to the iron horse, they seemed to have become soft melons and rotten vegetables, and they didn't even have a chance to fight back.

"The eldest son! I can't chase it anymore! Run away!"

There were only 20 people left around him. An Pingzhi watched Du Yilin and others rush out of sight. A "escape" suddenly extinguished the flame in Anping's heart. He looked around, and the whole prime minister's mansion had fallen into a sea of fire.

Escape......

In the firelight, An Pingzhi had to narrow his eyes, just as he was afraid of the sun, and he was also afraid of the dazzling firelight.

I don't know who is surrounded by, and I step in peace. Even if he narrowed his eyes, the light would still sting his eyes. The pain was so strong that tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

"Pingzhi, you are the Lord of heaven, and you will definitely become the king of this glorious country in the next day. The king of a country should be majestic and can't cry easily.

However, my father's eyes hurt so much that his whole body seemed to be burned by fire.

"Pingzhi, you don't have to care what those people say. They don't know your real identity now. When you grow up, they will definitely bow down."

However, father, their laughter is really harsh. Even if they are killed, the voice is still in my ears.

Am I the king who fell from heaven, or am I possessed by demons? Or, as those people said, what did I do in my previous life to suffer such pain in this life? Why on earth? Where should I find this answer? Who should I trust? What should I do...

Father, what you said is really a lie. What kind of king is lying...

In a trance, Anping stopped. He took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at the deep orange sky above his head, with the stars still shining, just as he had seen before. If there is another place to escape, there is only one left.

There is no need to distinguish the direction. Even if he closes his eyes, he can find it.

It's still late at night, as usual.

No matter how noisy the surroundings are, the barren courtyard is still as calm as water. The people around him had been scattered and fled for a long time. I don't know where he had gone. An Pingzhi walked slowly and let the blood stains stain him in his white robe. When he came to the barren courtyard, his heart suddenly calmed down.

He had a grudge against what his father told him. But now, his father has gone ahead of him, and no one will listen to his complaint.

Everything seemed to be a smoke cloud. Originally, it looked indestructible and huge, but who would have thought that a gust of wind let it dissipate.

An Pingzhi opened the door of the wooden building and saw the guqin placed in the room. The corners of his mouth raised, showing a faint smile. He looked carefully at each guqin until the end, his eyes fell on the guqin made by the peerless pianist Mei Longzhi.

An Pingzhi came to the courtyard with the guqin in his arms, sat on the ground in the barren grass, put the guqin on his lap and stroked the strings.

A song is quiet, soft and unsullied.

The smoke and sad sound in the Prime Minister's mansion seemed to drift away with the music, and An Pingzhi's heart seemed to be calm as usual.

Zeng Yanliang cut off the throat of the last light armored guard in front of him and straightened up and frowned. He heard the sound of the leisurely piano, which, together with the scene in front of him, seemed to have an indescribable sense of discord. When he turned his head and saw Leng Xuanrong's face, he immediately thought of the source of the piano sound.

Leng Xuanrong held the dagger in her hand tightly, and the sound of the piano entered her ears. This calm tune was just like what she heard in her previous life. After distinguishing the direction, Leng Xuanrong became more convinced that the current An Pingzhi must have gone to the barren courtyard.

They are very close to the waste courtyard. Leng Xuanrong hesitated a little. Although she should leave the Prime Minister's mansion immediately with Yan Liang, she was deeply attracted by the sound of the piano.

Why did An Pingzhi play the piano at this time? Did he kill Du Yilin? No, if he kills Du Yilin, he will be very happy now. And there is clearly a resentment in this song.

Did An Pingzhi admit defeat?

Leng Xuanrong looked down at the dagger in her hand, and then looked up to Zeng Yanliang and said, "Brother Yan Liang, I want to see Anping again."

Zeng Yanliang sighed when he heard the words, then nodded, took Leng Xuanrong's hand, and said softly, "Let's go."

Leng Xuanrong's heart warmed, clenched Zeng Yanliang's hand, and the two quickly walked towards the barren courtyard.

In front of the moon gate hole in the barren courtyard, Leng Xuanrong's heart rose to her throat. But when she walked into the yard and saw An Pingzhi in the distance, tears couldn't stop flowing down.

The ice sculpture and snow-like prince's whole body was covered with blood and stroked the piano indifferently in the firelight. What a sad and beautiful picture this is. Leng Xuanrong never thought that she would cry for peace one day.

He sat alone in the grass, playing a lonely and ethereal song, forcibly covering his mood and making the tune as calm as water. At the beginning, he said that he could manipulate others with this song, but Leng Xuanrong understood that before manipulating others, he first let his song deceive himself.

No matter what he is thinking now, there is nothing in his music. Like him, he seems to be extremely honest with people, but in fact, no one can enter his heart.

It seemed that he heard Leng Xuanrong's sobs, and An Pingzhi slowly turned around.

The moment he saw Leng Xuanrong and Zeng Yanliang, a trace of cold light flashed in Anping's eyes, but only a moment, he smiled helplessly.

Stopping with his hands, An Pingzhi gently put the Guqin on the ground, then stood up and walked towards Leng Xuanrong and Zeng Yanliang.

Zeng Yanliang said to Leng Xuanrong in a wary voice, "Xuanrong, be careful."

Leng Xuanrong took off the tears from the corners of her eyes and nodded.

At this time, An Pingzhi had come to them. He smiled indifferently and whispered, "I didn't expect that the last person I saw would be you. Leng Xuanrong, what kind of fate is between you and me? It's really hard to figure out.